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It was 3:00 in the morning, and Stiles was looking at his ceiling, thinking about his life and his choices. He had just graduated earlier today—or was it yesterday? - As Stiles thought back on his life, his choices, and his pack, he realized something. He was never really packable. He was a weak human—though he hasn't been human since the nogitsune ordeal. Though no one noticed, at least to his knowledge—Peter might have noticed the clever bastard. Well... not everyone. The only two people who know are the ones whom Stiles trusts with everything.
One of them had barely survived the hunter war and used the opportunity to fake his death only when Stiles knew he was alive. He had made an offer to Stiles at the time, an offer that—at the time—Stiles declined, one that no one knew of, and he made it clear it still stands before he left. Stiles is considering accepting it now—and well, the other.
Stiles' thoughts were interrupted by a phone ringing. He mindlessly reached for his phone and answered it.
"Hello?” Stiles' voice sounded like he was asleep a second ago even though he wasn't.
"Stiles?” A familiar voice could be heard through the phone. The voice was worried and wide awake.
Stiles sat up and looked at the clock. "Liam, what is it? What's the matter?" Stiles' voice shook a little as he became worried.
“Can you meet up with me at the edge of town?” Liam asks if his voice is strong but weary.
"It's 4:00 in the morning,” Stiles says as he rereads the clock. But he gets up and grabs his bag—which was packed because he was going to visit his grandparents—before going downstairs; his dad had the night shift. Grabbing Roscoe's keys and going out the door.
"Just come... I'll explain once you get here,” Liam says as it sounds like he starts to pass.
“I’ll be there soon.” Was Stiles' reassurance as he starts his jeep and pulls out of his driveway.
“Liam, what's wrong?” Stiles asks as he stops and gets out of the jeep; he walks over to Liam.
Liam is sitting on the side of the road with a bag by his side. He looked like he was trying not to cry.
"The—the pack decided to kick you out tomorrow or later today, and I can't... I can't be in a pack without you... You're… you're my mama... my wolf and I both agree on that... And I—I—" Liam spoke in broken-up sentences, voice stuttering. Though he did say “pack” with disgust, he had tears in his eyes. Before Liam could finish with what he was saying, Stiles pulled him into a tight hug.
"It's ok, pup... my precious pup... we can leave if you want." Stiles spoke quietly as he nuzzled Liam's hair, scenting him.
“Where... Where will we go?” Liam's voice was a little shaky as he spoke, but it was full of determination.
Stiles pulled away slowly and looked him in the eyes. “Someone I trust gave me an offer; I was not going to accept it originally, but well now... I think I will.” Stiles' office slightly hesitantly at how Liam may react.
"Yeah, ok... let's go!" Laim smiles as he grabs his bag and walks over to the jeep.
He puts his bag in the jeep and gets into the passenger seat. Stiles walks over and gets into the jeep. He starts Roscoe, gives a quick text to someone, and leaves. Neither of them looks behind them as they pass the 'Welcome to Beacon Hill' sign.
It was noon when they arrived.
They pull up to some fancy gates. On either side of the gates are two big statues of wolves. They gates open on their own, letting them in. They pull up to an old fancy mansion. Butler steps out as Stiles, and Liam leaves the jeep. The butler takes Roscoe and puts the jeep in the garage.
They walk up to the mansion, and the doors open on their own once more. They walk into the mansion; as they do so, a maid is there. She led them down the corridors until they were outside the office doors. The courtesies before taking her leave.
Liam was nervous but tried to hide it. Stiles smiles lightly before taking Liam's hand in his. “Come on, my pup, it'll be alright; he won't hurt you.” Stiles says softly as he knocks on the door. A male with a British accent says, 'Come in,’ on the other side of the door. With that winter.
Laim could only stare at the scene in front of him. His mama—because that is what Stiles is, and he even accepted it! - was hugging—a little too long in his opinion and for his liking—a British alpha whom Liam knew and recognized as Deucalion. - And wasn't he supposed to be dead!? - They two broke apart after a moment.
"Stiles, it is so good to see you again! And who is this with you? Isn't this Scott's beta?" Deucalion asked, his voice curious as he looked over Liam.
Stiles shakes his head as he responds with a soft smile. “Liam is my puppy, and I'm his mama. We left the McCal pack, and I decided, Why not come here!"
Deucalion smiled at that. "Well then, welcome to my pack." Was all that Deucalion said in response to what Stiles said as Deucalion started to scent-mark Liam.
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It was 2 days later, and Stiles was sitting on the edge of a fountain that was behind the mansion in its backyard. Stiles was looking at the sky when he heard someone come up to him. He looks straight ahead to see Deucalion.
"It's 4:00 in the morning, Stiles. What are you doing awake?” Deucalion asks gently and curiously as he sits next to him.
"I couldn't sleep..." was Stiles's simple yet honest reply. Deucalion hummed as he looked at Stiles.
"Would you like me to make you some tea?” Deucalion asked as he lightly touched the bags under Stiles' eyes.
Stiles leans into his touch. “No...thank you though.” Stiles replies quietly.
Deucalion huffs lightly before pulling Stiles onto his lap. Stiles squeaks but doesn't protest; instead, he leans into him more. Deucalion makes a soft rumbling sound in his chest, which soothes Stiles into falling asleep.
It wasn't even a week. —IT WASN'T EVEN A WEEK!—and Scott and his pack were here in Blackwood's mansion. —At 4:00 IN THE MORNING—Deucalion's pack is surrounding McCall's pack as Deucalion enters the room.
"What can I do for you, Scott?" Deucalion asked, looking Scott and his pack over.
"Give us back Stiles and Liam!" Scott demanded, glaring at Deucalion.
"What if they don't want to go back to Scott?" Deucalion asked, looking calmly back at Scott.
"Of course they would want to come back with me!" Scott responded, so short and confident in what he said.
"Then why don't you ask them?" Deucalion said. As if summoned, Stiles and Liam were now standing on either side of Deucalion. Stiles to his left and Liam to his right.
"Stiles, Liam, let's go home,” Scott demanded, flaring his eyes red at Stiles. To Scott's shock, Stiles's eyes flash silver as he leans into Deucalion's side.
"No, Scott, we are happy here.” Was Stiles simply replying to Scott as Deucalion wrapped his arm around Stiles.
"W-What!? Stiles, come on, Liam, let's go!” Scott said this time, flashing his eyes at Liam.
Laim shrinks back at the flash of red in his eyes, his own eyes glowing gold in response. Deucalion lets out a threatening growl, eyes flashing as he steps between Scott and Liam. Stiles growls, eyes staying silver as he steps towards Scoot. A fox-like image engulfed him, showing that he was a Kistana.
"If you ever flash your eyes, growl, or do anything resembling threatening towards my pup, I will make the Nogitsune look like a kitten being a little cranky because it doesn't get its nap!” Stiles hissed at Scott, and his pack stepped back as if they'd been hit.
"Now I think it's time for you to leave!” Stiles hissed again; it is clear that Scott goes to protest but is forcefully dragged out by the rest of his pack.
Stiles was ranting about Deucalion's offers and about Scott being a total ass, and Deucalion was just watching him fondly. Before standing up, rounding his desk, interrupting Stiles’ pacing. Stiles stopped ranting and looked up at Deucalion questioningly.
"You are too magnificent, my dear.” Was all Deucalion said before kissing Stiles for the first time. Stiles is stunned for a second before kissing Deucalion back with passion that Deucalion happily matched.
Liam is sitting in an armchair near the fireplace, staring in disgust at the two before he looks thoughtful.
"Would this make Alpha Deicalion my Papa?” Lism asked innocently, looking at the two. They both broke apart and looked at him, not quite sure how to respond.
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