Tags: m/m, Deucalion is Not Blind, No Hale Fire AU, Spark Stiles, fluff
Main Pairing: Deuc/Stiles
@writersmonth Pride Month Bingo 2026 Prompt: café
Summary: Deucalion and his pack are visiting Beacon Hills. He finds solace in a nice, little café that serves very good tea and develops a fascination for Stiles, the cute barista.
Deucalion was a busy man, a busy Alpha. Beyond his territory of Silver Lake, he also had his duties to the Magic Council to consider. Him and part of his pack were traveling most of the time, while he left his Right Hand in charge of the territory whenever an assignment pulled them away.
Needless to say, with all of these responsibilities, sometimes his social life suffered. So when he returned home to Silver Lake from a longer mission, having been told to take a couple weeks off after how intense it had been, he went about his daily business for about a week before he grew restless. Staying put didn’t become him. Most wolves were content settling down in their territory, but for Deucalion, the call to travel was strong.
His Emissary Marin suggested that he could use the time to visit the neighboring territories, tend to his social relations to the other Alphas. He liked that idea quite a lot. A change in scenery, spending time with the people he cared about, while still ‘taking time off’, as he had been ordered to. Apparently, his higher ups thought he was a workaholic. Marin’s smile told him she agreed.
“It’s so good to see you again, dear. It’s been far too long.”
He smiled as he pulled his oldest friend, Talia Hale, into a tight hug. She laughed and hugged him back, rubbing her hand down his back to scent-mark him. Something he gladly returned.
“How have you been?” Talia asked with a smile.
“Busy,” Deucalion sighed. “Always busy, you know me.”
“What you need is a mate to make you slow down your life,” Talia raised her eyebrows, the smile turning more teasing. “How are things on that front, Deuc? Still pathologically single?”
Deucalion scowled good-natured as he followed his old friend down the street. “It’s not like I am denying true love. I just haven’t met anyone who… can hold my attention.”
“Your standards are too high,” Talia accused him with a playful smile.
They entered a cozy little café. The two of them went to the counter and Deucalion paused when he looked at the smiling face of the barista behind the counter. He was stunningly beautiful. The broad grin on his full, pink lips, the sparkle in his golden-brown eyes, framed by long lashes, his elegant fingers were tapping on the counter in front of him. Deucalion was cataloging the moles on the boy’s face when he cleared his throat and raised his eyebrows at Deucalion.
“So—o, you wanna order something, or do you just want to stare at me?”
“Pardon me,” Deucalion cleared his throat. “You are very… beautiful to look at. I think I’ll order a coffee and take a table with the most beautiful view in the house.”
Deucalion offered the young barista his most charming smile but the boy blushed and groaned. “You can’t just go around saying stuff like that! And in front of my aunt!”
Deucalion frowned, until Talia cleared his throat. “Deucalion, meet my nephew, Stiles.”
“Nephew,”, Deucalion’s eyebrows went high up on his forehead at that.
“Yeah,” Stiles grinned. “When a sheriff and a Left Hand love each other very much-”
Talia cut him off with a sigh. “Stiles’ father and Peter got married last year. I believe you missed the wedding due to a mission on Canada…?”
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