#alpha pack

Erica: Dereeeek, Stiles might have got us in trouble again. He told another dangerous alpha to sit and stay like a good puppy.

Derek: Sigh

Erica: Did you just say sigh?

*Deucalion sweeps in as dramatically as possible*

Deucalion: Alpha Hale, I demand you have your human release the twins!

Derek: STILES!

*Stiles appears from the kitchen*

Stiles: Yes? Oh, hi Kevin

Derek: Did you trap the twins?

Stiles: Yes. I put them in mountain ash and confined them to a cubicle in the boy's toilets at school.

Stiles: And I let off some stink bombs in there

Stiles: I also dismantled their bikes and scattered the parts in the preserve

Deucalion Kevin The Demon Wolf: I demand you release them at once!

*Stiles produces a stuffed capybara with a hand knitted scarf and proceeds to hit Deucalion over the head with it*

Stiles: You. Do. Not. Get. To Make. Demands!

Derek: Stiles!

*Derek confiscates the capybara*

Derek: Why did you do that?

Stiles: They were mean to Isaac.

*He points to a giant pile of blankets with some blonde curls sticking out*

Stiles: They made him cry

(Summary: instead of Deaton slowing Isaac's heart in the ice tube hypothesis it's you and stiles is not okay with it.)

(A/n: Might be starting to write for Stiles and you know why not Derek and Peter as well so if you're interested send some requests in! I'm not doing smut at the moment for them yet so other than that feel free to send them in!)

WordCount:1212

(Warnings: typical teen wolf, mentions of death, drowning?, ducalion and his pack, reader being the first of Dereks pack when he saved her from Peter,)

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"Absolutely not. No." Stiles shouted in disagreement as he stood in the middle of Deatons office.

"I agree with Stiles. Could Isaac do this one?" Scott asked looking at Deaton.

"I'm sorry but no. Y/n has more memories from being there and if you want to find Boyd and Erica this is the way." Deaton said.

"Stiles. I'll be fine. I'll come back." She reassured looking at the boy. He looked at her and then over at the tub hesitantly. She kissed him lightly with a soft smile before walking over to the tub.

"She'll be fine. Right?" Isaac asked unsure for the his friend. Deaton looked at him and nodded.

"It'll only be to slow your heart to the brink of death. You'll be in a hypnotic state with only my voice." Deaton explained as the girl stepped up to the tub.

The girl unsure yet determined stepped into the tub her body immediately froze up at the shrill coldness from the ice and water. Her hands gripping Dereks and Scott's as they helped her sink down into the tub. A nervous Stiles at the other end of the tub with Isaac.

"Okay. Y/n whenever you're ready." Deaton said calmly to the girl whose skin had already paled more and lips struck a dark blue.

She nodded before taking a shaky breath before allowing Derek and Scott to sink her and hold her down. She started thrashing lightly before shotting up as her wolf form appeared. Fighting back against the coldness. Stiles backed away slightly bumping into Deaton as he gripped the boys arm nodding.

"Stiles I need your help here!" Isaac said shakily as her legs kicked. Stiles came back helping Isaac with shaky hands once more as they sunk her once more before her body went limp.

Stiles heart it self seemed to stop at the sudden stillness. Scott shot him a comforting look before they helped her back up. Her eyes wide and lips quivering as the rest of her body stayed unnaturally still.

"Remember nobody be me talking to her." Deaton implied once more to the group, who nodded in understanding.

"Y/n do you see anything around you?" Deaton started asking questions. "Anything that would tell us where you are."

"N-n-no! Their here! They're coming!" She shouted as she started to jerk in their grip.

"Y/n! Y/n it's just a memory." Deaton transmitted to the girl. "Memories can't hurt you."

  Once she had calmed down Deaton went back to questioning her. Stiles moved a bit to her side for comfort and support.

"O-old abandoned building." She stumbled out.

"That's good. What do you see around you? What are the walls like?" Deaton asked calmly.

"T-the walls are the white black marble texture."  She replied shakily.

"Good. Do you see anything else? A symbol, another clue that explains where you're at."

"They're coming! They know!" She shouted eyes darting rapidly as she thrashed. Dereks grip tightened on her arm.

"Y/n your okay. They can't hurt you it is just a memory." "N-n-n-no! No!"

"Y/n! What else do you see?!" Derek snapped in frustration at the situation as she thrashed and her eyes darted. "Where are you! Tell us where you are!"

"Derek stop!"

"Y/n. It's alright listen to my voice."

"Where are you!"

"Derek stop or you'll send her into shock." Deaton exclaimed in a slight panic at the Alpha yelling. Stiles somehow managed to push Derek away from her. He watched her eyes stare from Deaton to him and then to the light above her before her eyes rolled back.

"N-no.. y/n!" Stiles yelled as he watched her go.

  There was a beat of a loud silence that rang throughout the room. No one said anything all frozen in place at the scene. Derek had a somber almost mortified expression on his face at what he just caused.

  Until suddenly, she shot up gasping for air. Stiles and Scott gripped her arms helping her up and out of the tub. Derek came over helping her out as well. Deaton handing stiles a towel to wrap around her.

"I-I know where they are." She said shakily wrapped in the towel in Stiles protective arms. The rest of the group looked at her.

"The abandoned bank that's also the same symbol that was on Alison's and Lydia's arms. I remember it's the one that a robbery had occurred and they never recovered it." She explained.

"The Beacon Hills national bank." Scott said making Deaton nod.

"Do you remember anything about Boyd or Erica?" Derek asked from next to Isaac. Her gaze turned downward making Isaac slum and Derek tense.

"Erica's dead." She said as a tear spilled out. "The night of the lunar eclipse she tried going up against Kali and..."

  Isaac faltered upon hearing the news as Dereks shoulders slummed sadly at the fact he had to face the fact she was gone.

"And..Boyd?" Isaac asked her with a sadness to him. The group turned their heads back to her.

"Boyds in the vault along with... Cora." She said looking at Derek. His eyes widened in shock and relief.

"Who's Cora?" Scott asked looking at Derek.

"She's Dereks sister." Deaton explained. "Everyone thought she died in the fire.. until now."

Derek shook his head. "Are you sure it was Cora."

"I mean she was pretty persistent and perked up at the mention of your name. So yes I'm sure." She replied remembering the moment. Derek nodded.

~~~

"Let's go cumulate a plan and quick, while she rests." Derek said as he placed Y/n on the couch in his apartment. Isaac, Scott, and stiles not far behind him.

"Jesus, what happened to her." Peter asked looking at the paled girl. She and Derek sent him a glare. Before they went into the other room.

"We'll fill you in." Scott told Stiles and Y/n. The pair nodded before watching Scott and Isaac walk to the other room.

Stiles turned to the girl. "Are you okay."

"For the thousandth time Stiles. Yes, I'm just tired, a bit cold still, and upset about Erica." She replied. Stiles eyes saddened.

"I'm sorry about Erica.." he said softly. She nodded as she let him wrap an arm around her as she scooted closer to him.

Stiles pushed through the barrier of silence between them, ignoring the way Scott's hands and Derek's eyes reached to pull him back.

He ignored the surprised looks of his pack as they stumbled backwards, Stiles sending a brisk breeze in their direction.

Once he was in the middle of the floor, half way between each pack, he paused. His back straightened and head raised. The fiddling of his fingers that most people easily attributed to ADHD flickered with purple sparks and a haze shone from the edges of his irises.

There was recognition in Deucalion's face.

Stiles had never meant to hide himself.

Originally he'd had no one to talk to about his magic, he was born with it after all. A born spark from a long line of chosen sparks. An oddity among oddities. A prized child in his mother's side of the family, a painfully normal one from his father's. With no family to speak of regardless.

He had expected to have a discussion with Peter first, then Derek, then Cora, about his role as emissary but as they failed to acknowledge the sacrosanct of the nemeton week after week stiles had had to acknowledge that they simply weren't very good at this and he was going to have to compensate. Oh, and compensate he did.

But this was not then. The alpha pack knew legacy. Deucalion knew the lore of the town.

"Spark." Kali spat but Deucalion held up a hand and Ennis placed a hand on her sternum.

"Not just any spark are you?" Deucalion prompted knowingly.

Stiles narrowed his eyes at Deucalion's, catching a flash of red. There was much more happening here than Stiles knew and he wanted to know.

"Spark Stilinski, Mieczysław." Stiles introduced himself.

"Claudia's little Mischief." Deucalion was far more familiar with him that he was comfortable with, he needed to know.

Stiles and Deucalion were interrupted from their staring match by the twins whipping their heads in Alison's direction as she knocked an arrow into place.

"Stop!" Stiles called out.

"On who's authority." Issac argued

"On the authority of Spark Stilinski. Spark of Beacon County, dominant Spark of California, Soulmate of the oldest nemeton in the United States."

"What the fuck does that mean?" Scott asked under his breath.

"It means," Derek inhaled sharply, "that nothing magical can happen in the state without Stiles permitting it."

"Fuck-"

"It means," Derek continued on, "that he has dominion over the supernatural powers in Beacon Hills. Including Alpha Spark."

"It means," Deucalion interrupted Derek, "that Mischief here, can take all of our alpha sparks and redistribute them as he pleases. Can't you, Stiles?"

Stiles just looked on at the assembled crowd, authority seeping from his pores.

Scott x Fem!reader (Crush/ not together yet)

Warnings: none (Insecure feelings?)

Word count: 548

Summary: Scott doesn’t like the Alpha twins hitting on Y/n.

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“What’s going on?” Scott asks as he comes to a stop next to Stile and Isaac in the school hallway.

“Nothing.” Stiles shakes his head quickly not believing Scott needed to know, but Isaac ruined Stiles' plan.

“Just watching Y/n get hit on by the twins.” Isaac smirks, but then gets hit upside the head by Stiles.

“Dude.” Stiles looked at him with a glare.

Writer’s Month - August 2nd

Pairing: Deucalion Blackwood x Reader Prompt: Playground Synopsis: Late at night, playing hide and seek with Deucalion, testing his skills without having to see. Tags/Warnings: Deucalion/GN!Reader, fluff, already dating, sfw, age gap (Deucalion is 40ish, Reader is in their 20s) Word Count: 912 Notes: This fic was inspired by a ship I really love, Deucalion x @mermaniaa 's oc. I wanted to write this for you, Merm, a little playful fic, about Mara and Deuc. Fic is completely gender neutral, with no body descriptions! Enjoy.

Find Logan's Day 3 here - Miscommunication, my Beloathed, Peter Hale/Reader/Chris Argent