#deucalionstiles

*smooch* have some angst

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“Why are you awake right now?” Deucalion asks but he doesn’t turn around. He stays facing the woods, leaning heavily on the porch railing. 

The slump of his shoulders means defeat. The stubborn way he keeps his back to Stiles means despair.

It breaks Stiles’ heart. It makes him angry, too.

“You’re an idiot,” Stiles announces as he stands in the doorway, just a few steps away from the werewolf. 

Deucalion snorts inelegantly but still doesn’t turn, he ignores the jab. 

“Go to bed, Stiles.”

“I will but only if you go, too,” Stiles says and decides to come closer. He didn’t want to cage Deuc in but maybe closeness is what the man needs.

“Stiles…” Deucalion warns.

Stiles ignores him and comes close enough to put his hands on Deuc’s shoulders. The werewolf doesn’t push him away or flinch under the touch and that makes Stiles bolder. He presses close, chest to Deuc’s back, and wraps his arms around Deuc’s waist.

“If you think I’m leaving you, you’re out of your mind. And I can judge, I’ve been locked up before.”

“Stiles…” Deucalion says again but it sounds more like a plea.

“I love you, Demon Wolf,” Stiles tells him, lips brushing Deucalion’s shoulder. “I don’t care that we can’t share a matebond, there’s a reason for it and while I don’t want to belittle your grief I also don’t care you’ve been mated before,” Stiles presses a kiss to Deuc’s back, holds on tighter when he feels Deucalion trembling. 

LOOK. I can finish my works in progress. Sometimes.

After 14 months, I’m posting the last chapter!

The Howling and Divine by Writersareliars. Rated M. 17k. Warnings apply.

Tradition states that it's taboo to meet your demon bondmate before performing the rite. This is probably why nobody tells Stiles that his new tutor is a demon.

7. Soulmate au

Deucalion had been searching for a long time. Longer than most. But he knew when he’d come to the right place. The world – which had up until this moment been a grey, lifeless wasteland – was now beginning to fill with bits of color. He could see faint markers of it in the air, weaving a path through this small Californian town. 

He followed it like a man possessed, ignoring Kali’s shouting as he moved past her. He got as far as the town proper before the colors overlapped so often that he couldn’t discern which way to turn. It was frustrating to have to give up, even for a moment -- worse still to have his soulmate’s proximity teased before him, in Erica Reyes’ startlingly bright blonde tresses and then in a powder blue Jeep that passed him on the street.

Seeing things as they truly were was a gift he’d been given. The grey that had been his world was slowly being peeled back, more and more frequently with each passing day that Deucalion lingered in Beacon Hills. But people were, for the most part, still as utterly meaningless as before -- perhaps more so now that he knew he would have something to compare it to. He could cut through them even more easily, like one would a charcoal painting. It was no great loss to him. 

Deucalion saw him, finally, when he summoned Derek Hale for a meeting. The idea had been to bargain Derek’s betas in exchange for Derek’s cooperation, but instead he pointed his finger directly at the human boy who was trying to look inconspicuous. He was the only person Deucalion had ever seen in full color.

“Him,” Deucalion said. “Give him to me and your betas will be returned to you unharmed and alive.”

Derek seemed startled at the request, but the boy was already pushing forward cautiously, eyes flickering all over Deucalion’s form -- seeing as Deucalion did the truth of what they were to each other.

Deucalion extended his hand. “Do we have a deal?”

The boy nodded, but didn’t take Deucalion’s hand just yet. “The betas first,” he demanded, shifting uncertainly when Deucalion nodded to the twins to fetch them.

“Is that all?”

“No,” he said, waving Derek off when the alpha hissed a question at him. “But the rest of it would be a personal favor to me...” He licked his lips, glancing at Deucalion’s open palm as if it were a trap. “As your soulmate,” he finished.

“Anything you ask of me, so long as it is within my power to give, will be yours,” Deucalion promised.

The boy nodded and then, after taking a deep breath, slid his hand into Deucalion’s. The world burst into color, every inch of it -- from the dirty crimson brick to the pale orange of the lights that hung overhead -- but none of it mattered compared to his soulmate, who stood before him draped in blues and greens, whose eyes were a molten amber, whose lips were a blushing pink.

“Your name?” Deucalion asked.

“Stiles,” the boy said, breath hitching when Deucalion brushed his lips over his knuckles. “You can call me Stiles.” 

After more than a year, I’m almost done with the next chapter of The Howling and Divine.

Title: To Form A More Perfect Union Rated: M

Summary:  Stiles never expected that helping an injured dog would result in him living out the plot of one of his novels. Now he’s accidentally married himself to the alpha of the esteemed Blackwood pack and hoping that Deucalion isn’t too good to be real.

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Rating: Gen

Ships: Deucalion/Stiles

Words: 747

The Howling and Divine by Malapropian for @pibroch. Complete. Rated M. WC 17k. Warnings Apply. Tradition states that it's taboo for summoners to meet their demon bondmate before performing the rite, but no one tells The Demon Wolf what he can and can't do.