Archive of Our Own ^beta

A lone soldier stands guard in the city's defensive walls, watching for enemies. Without warning, a falcon swoops out of nowhere and rakes its talons across the soldier's neck. He stumbles and puts his hand on the wound.

The falcon squawks as grappling hooks ascend the walls. The soldier peers over the tower to see numerous Alpha Pack soldiers climb up. 

“We’re under attack! Light the signal,” the soldier shouts, voice rising above the chaos as he calls out to the other Hale soldiers. 

The soldier bolts towards the ladder as members of the Alpha Pack swing their swords. The Hale soldier ascends the ladder, but as he nears the top, an Alpha Pack warrior cleaves the ladder away. With desperation filling their body, the soldier hurls his body upwards and manages to pull himself onto the ledge. 

Breathing harshly, the Hale Soldier grabs a torch and runs to light a signal fire showing the others that there has been a breach. He turns to the bowl and sees Deucalion, the leader of the Alpha Pack, standing before him with a falcon perched on his shoulder. 

The soldier hurls the torch into the bowl, signaling to the others while staring at the Alpha in front of him. People start shouting in the distance, “Light the signal!” 

“Now all of Triskele knows you’re here,” the soldier growls.

Deucalion grabs the Triskele Flag, entirely unfazed, as his falcon lets out a screech and flies away. He lowers the banner into the flames and says, “Perfect.” 

Peter Hale storms into the Queen’s throne room flanked by two soldiers.. The trio bows before Peter speaks. 

“Your Majesty, the Alpha Pack Army has crossed our northern border.” 

Deaton, standing at Queen Talia’s side, shakes his head in disbelief. “Impossible. No one can get through the city borders.” 

Talia raises a hand to silence Deaton. 

“Deucalion is leading them,” Peter continues. Talia sighs heavily at Peter’s statement. “We’ll set up defenses around your palace immediately.” 

Talia stands and says, “No. Send your troops to protect the people of Triskele.” She turns to Deaton and says, “Deaton.” 

“Yes, your highness?” Deaton asks. 

“Deliver conscription notices throughout all the provinces. Call up reserves and as many new recruits as possible.” 

“Forgive me, Talia…your majesty, but I believe my troops can stop him,” Peter exclaims with his head held high. 

Talia closes her eyes and sighs. “I won’t take any chances, brother.” Talia holds up a single finger and says, “A single grain of rice can tip the scale. One man may be the difference between victory and defeat.” 

Peter puts his head down to bow to Talia, accepting her statement. 

A bowl of oatmeal sits on the tablel. 

“Quiet and demure,” Stiles mumbles to himself as he plays with the meal in front of him. He brings it up to his face while saying, “Graceful. Polite.” 

He takes a bite and speaks with his mouth full. “Delicate.” He swallows the bite before grabbing a dip pen and putting it in ink. 

“Refined. Poised.” He brings the pen up and writes the words on his arm. He leans back, beaming.

“Punctual!” 

A rooster crows, pulling Stiles out of his thoughts.

 “Ai-yah!” He yelps as he jumps up and starts running out of his room.

“Liam!” He hollers as he runs around trying to find his tiny best friend. “Liam!” 

He skids to a stop and looks behind him- sprawled on the floor is his puppy, Liam, snoring softly.  

“Ah!” Stiles exclaims, dropping to he knees. 

“There you are,” he says gently as Liam stirs awake. “Who’s the smartest doggy in the world?” Stiles coos as he picks up Liam and pets him. “Come on, smart boy.”

 Stiles sets Liam down gently and says, “Can you help me with my chores today?”
Liam barks happily. 

Stiles heads to the chicken feed and ties a rope around the bag. He walks over to Liam and ties the rope around him while attaching a stick with a bone hanging from it over Liam’s head. 

Liam starts growling, chasing the bone. He runs around, leaving a trail of feed everywhere he goes. 

Stiles opens the barn door as Liam tries to go barreling through it, but ends up bonking his head on the wall. He whimpers as his little body falls to the floor. 

Stiles sighs at the sight before smiling as Liam swiftly gets up and runs out of the door while barking. Liam zips past the chickens, leaving them their meal for the day, and then scurries past Roscoe, the Stilinski’s family horse. 

Atop a small hill rests a temple, which holds a shrine for all of the past Stilinski ancestors. 

Inside, Noah Stilinski kneels, head bowed in prayer. 

“Ancestors, please help Stiles impress the matchmaker today.” 

As Noah continues to pray, Liam runs into the temple and loops around Noah, scattering feed on the floor. He lets out excited barks as he gets closer to the bone. The chickens come fluttering in and peck at the feed left on the floor. 

“Please. Please, help him,” Noah mutters. 

Outside, Stiles approaches the temple steps and spots Liam on his hind legs, trying to get the bone. Rather than let Liam continue to fight, Stiles bends the stick down so Liam can reach the bone. Liam gnaws happily on the bone. Stiles continues towards the temple. 

“Dad, I brought your–whoops!” Stiles says as Noah bumps into him. The cup falls to the ground, and Noah catches the teapot handle with his cane. 

“Stiles–” Noah sighs.

“I brought a spare.” Stiles pulls out a teacup from the back of his dress and carefully pours the tea. 

“Stiles,” Noah says exasperatedly. 

“Remember, the doctor said three cups of tea in the morning, we have to keep you healthy, Dad,” Stiles says in a hurried tone. 

“Stiles.” 

“And three at night.” 

“Stiles, you should already be in town. We’re counting on you to up–” 

“Uphold the family honor. Don’t worry, Dad. I won’t let you down. “ Stiles quickly covers the writing on his arm with his sleeve. “Wish me luck!” Stiles exclaims as he hurries down the stairs. 

Noah calls out to Stiles, “Hurry!”

He sighs and speaks quietly to himself. “I’m going to… pray some more.” Noah turns back into the temple. 

Claudia looks around, seemingly worried. A bath lady pokes her head out of the building.

“Claudia, is your son here yet? The matchmaker is not a patient woman. In fact, she’s a mean beta that no one has fallen in love with.” Without waiting for a response, she ducks back inside. 

“Oh, Stiles, of all days to be late.” She says quietly. “I should have prayed to the ancestors for luck.” 

Grandma Stilinki walks up to Claudia with a cricket in a small cage. “How lucky can they be? They’re dead.” She points to Cri-Kee. “Besides, I’ve got all the luck we’ll need.” 

She brings the Cri-Kee up to her face. “This is your chance to prove yourself.” Cri-Kee chirps approvingly. Grandma Stilinki then closes her eyes and steps into a busy street. 

“Grandma! No!” Claudia screams.. 

The traffic does its best to miss Grandma Stilinski as she crosses the busy street. Two horses and carriages collide, causing a major accident in the street. Grandma Stilinski is oblivious as he uncovers her eyes when she arrives at the other side of the street. She looks down at the Cri-Kee. 

“Yep, this cricket’s a lucky one.” Cri-Kee falls over out of fright. 

Claudia sighs in relief. “Thank Mother Moon.” 

Stiles comes barreling in on Roscoe, who jumped over the recent accident in the street. Stiles jumps off with hay sticking in his hair. 

“I’m here,” Stiles says happily, but gives Claudia a confused look when he sees her looking at him sternly. “What? But Mama, I had to–” 

“None of your excuses,” she says as she ushers Stiles inside. “Now let’s get you cleaned up.” 

Inside the bath lady undresses Stiles behind a silk screen and pushes him into the tub. 

She sings, “This is what you give me to work with? Well, honey, I’ve seen worse. We’re going to turn this sow’s ear into a silk purse .” 

The bath lady moves the silk partition aside to reveal Stiles in the bath. 

“It’s freezing,” Stiles murmurs while shivering. 

“It would have been warm if you were here on time,” Claudia says with a smirk. 

The bathlady scrubs  Stiles’ hair as she continues singing. “We’ll have you washed and dried, primped and polished till you glow with pride. Trust my receipt for an instant, bride, you’ll bring honor to us all.” 

Claudia grabs a sponge and starts scrubbing Stiles' arm. She quickly notices the writing. “Stiles, what’s this?” she asks. 

Stiles draws his arm back and bats his eyelashes. “Ahh, notes, in case I forget something?” 

Grandma Stilinski holds out Cri-Kee to Claudia. “We’ll need more luck than I thought.” Stiles gives everyone a look of defeat. 

After getting dressed, Stiles is shoved out of the tub and thrust into the hairstylist's chair. The stylist starts brushing and combing Stiles’ hair, much to Stiles’ chagrin. 

“Wait and see, when we're through, Alphas will gladly go to war for you. With good fortune and a great hairdo, you’ll bring honor to us all.” 

Claudia takes Stiles past a chess game. He pauses long enough to make an impressive move. Stiles has a smug look on his face when Claudia comes back and drags him away. 

“A boy can bring his family great honor in one way by striking a good match, and this could be the day.” 

At the dresser’s, Stiles is quickly cinched into a tight gown. 

“Men want omegas with good taste. Calm, obedient, who work fast pace with good breeding and a tiny waist,” the dresser sings as they pull the dress tight around Stiles' waist. 

Stiles gasps as he tries to breath. 

“You’ll bring honor to us all.” 

Stiles follows Claudia. As they pass by, Stiles sees a boy stealing a doll from a girl. He grabs the doll from the boy and returns it to the girl. 

“We must serve our Queen, who guards us from the Alpha Pack- an Alpha by bearing arms, an Omega by bearing sons.” 

Stiles is then dragged over to the makeup station. Multiple makeup artists start powdering his face, applying blush till his cheeks are rosy, and paint his plump lips a soft pink. 

“When we’re through, you can’t fall like a lotus blossom soft and pal,e how could any fellow say ‘No Sale’ you’ll bring honor to us all.”  

A mirror is held up to Stiles face. A makeup artist holds up a mirror to show Stiles his reflection. He doesn’t seem pleased, so he takes a single short band and brings it down in front of his forehead.. He smiles at his reflection. 

Claudia places a hair comb in Stiles' hair. “There, you’re ready.” Stiles gives her a grin. 

“Not yet! An apple for serenity,” Grandma Stilinski says as she shoves an apple into Stiles' mouth. “A pendant for balance,” she continues as she places the pendant in Stiles' dress. “Beads of jade for beauty,” she sings as she puts a beautiful jade necklace around Stiles' neck. 

“You must proudly show it,” she says while raising Stiles' chin with her hand. “Now add a cricket just for luck, and even you can’t blow it,” she finishes as she clips the cage to Stiles's sash in the back. 

Stiles starts walking to where the other Omegas are.  

“Ancestors, hear my plea, help me not to make a fool of me and to not uproot my family tree, keep my father standing tall,” Stiles sings as the nerves start getting to him.  

Four other Omegas fall in line, singing along with Stiles. “Scarier than the undertaker, we are meeting our matchmaker.” Stiles leaves Claudia's side and runs to fall in line with the other four Omegas. 

The townspeople join in, singing proudly, “Destiny guard our girls and our future as it fast unfurls, please look kindly on these cultured pearls, each a perfect porcelain doll.” 

The Omegas harmonize, “Please bring honor to us. Please bring honor to us. Please bring honor to us. Please bring honor to us.” Stiles joins in. “Please bring honor to us all!” 

All Omegas arrive before the Matchmaker, each crouched down and bowing. 

Glancing at her clipboard, the Matchmaker, Jennifer, says, “Stiles Stilinski.” 

Stiles jumps up and raises his hand. “Present,” he says proudly. 

“Speaking without permission,” Jennifer says, looking annoyed. 

“Oops.” Stiles whispers to himself. 

“Who spat in her bean curd?” Grandma Stilinski asked Claudia. 

Stiles walks into the Matchmaker’s building with Jennifer following behind and closing the door. 

While looking over at Stiles, Jennifer starts making comments. “Hmmm, too skinny.” Cri-Kee escapes from the cage. 

Stiles starts panicking and tries to catch him, “Not good for bearing sons.” Stiles claps his hands together, capturing Cri-Kee. He shoves it into his mouth when Jennifer turns to face him. 

“Recite the final admonition.” 

“Mmm-Hmm,” Stiles hum, fanning himself and discreetly spitting Cri-Kee out behind the fan. 

“Well…” Jennifer asks. 

“Fulfill your duties calmly and re…spectually,” Stiles begins, trying to read his now smudged arm. “Reflect before you snack…I mean act.” Stiles speaks quickly, trying to find the admonition. “This shall bring you honor and glory!” He fans himself more aggressively. 

Jennifer snatches the fan and examines it for cheat codes. Finding none, she grabs Stiles arm unknowingly smearing what’s left of the ink and drags him forward. 

“Hmm, this way. Pour the tea,” she says while pushing the teapot towards Mulan. 

“To please your future in-laws, you must demonstrate a sense of dignity––” The matchmaker shares while smearing ink around her mouth. 

Stiles stares at her in horror while pouring tea; he notices he’s pouring it onto the table and quickly moves to pour it into the teacup. “And refinement. You must also be poised.” Stiles nods and looks down to see Cri-Kee sitting in the teacup as Jennifer takes the cup. 

Timidly, Stiles says, “Um, pardon me.” 

“And silent,” Jennifer snips as she sniffs the tea. 

“Could I just take that back…one moment,” Stiles says while reaching and grabbing the cup from Jennifer. The two struggle for the teacup until it turns over and spills all over her.. The sneaky cricket jumps out of the cup and down Jennifer's dress. 

“Why you clumsy?” Jennifer grumbles before stopping. She feels something in her dress and dances around trying to get it out. In her haste, she knocks over her pot of coals and falls on top of them. Jennifer starts jumping around, screaming. “Ahhhhhhh!”

 Stiles tries to fan the charred area on Jennifer's behind, but ends up causing it to flame up. Stiles gasps in horror, not knowing what to do. 

Outside, Grandma Stilinski turns to Claudia at the noise coming from inside the building. “I think it’s going well, don’t you?” 

Before Claudia could reply, Jennifer burst out of the building screaming. “Put it out! Put it out! Put it out!” Stiles grabs the teapot and throws the tea on Jennifer, putting out the fire. He bows to her and hands back the teapot, and heads towards Grandma Stilinski. 

“You are a disgrace!” Jennifer yells angrily. She throws down the teapot, smashing it into pieces. “You may look like a bride…” she sneers, “... but you’ll never bring your family honor!” 

Stiles walks through the gate of his home, leading Roscoe. HIs head is down, his expression somber. WHen Noah sees his son, he smilessmiles, but Stiles covers his face with Roscoe's head and leads him to the water trough. 

“Look at me,” Stiles sings softly, gazing at his reflection in the water. “I will never pass for a perfect bride.”  

He begins removing his jewelry. 

“...Or a perfect son. Can it be I’m not meant to play this part? Now I see that if I were to truly be myself, I would break my family's heart.” 

Stiles watches as Claudia relates what happened at the Matchmakers to Noah. “Who is that boy I see, staring straight back at me? Why is my reflection someone I don’t know? Somehow, I cannot hide who I am, though I’ve tried. When will my reflection show who I am inside?” 

Stiles rests under a magnolia tree as Noah approaches him while clearing his throat. Stiles notices him but turns his head away. Noah ignores it and sits down beside him. 

“My, my, what beautiful blossoms we have this year,” Noah shares while looking up into the blossom tree. “But look-this one’s late. I bet when it blooms, it will be the most beautiful of them all.” 

Stiles turns his head and smiles at Noah. 

Suddenly, pounding drums interrupt the two. Both rise and head outside to see Deaton and two guards on horseback. 

“What is it?” Stiles asks. 

“Stiles, stay inside,” Noah says firmly. . 

Grandma Stilinski clears her throat, catching Stiles’ attention, and motions inside. Stiles looks and spies the railing near the wall and climbs up to watch over the roof. 

“Citizens, I bring you a proclamation from Triskelion City: The Alpha Pack have invaded our territory!” Deaton yells. 

Townspeople express their surprise by yelling ‘No!’

Deaton continues, “By order of the Queen, one Alpha from every family must serve in the

Hale Army. The Rogers family.” When Deatons repeats the names, a member steps forward and bows. “The Steven family.” 

A young man steps forward, holding his father back. “I will serve the Queen in my

father's place.” 

Deaton nods and continues. “The Stilinski family.” 

Stiles breath catches. “No!”

Noah gives his cane to Claudia and walks toward Deaton. He bows before the horsemen. “I am proud to serve the Queen.” Noah grabs the conscription notice. 

Stiles runs outside to keep his father from taking the conscription. “Dad, you can't go.”

Noah turns to see Stiles. “Stiles!” 

“Please, sir, my dad has already fought so bravely–” Stiles tries to say. 

“Silence! You would do well to teach your Omega son to hold his tongue in an Alpha’s presence,” Deaton rudely says. 

“Stiles, you dishonor me,” Noah murmurs. 

Grandma Stilinski wraps an arm around Stiles' waist and guides him away. 

“Report tomorrow at Full Moon Camp.” 

“Yes, sir,” Noah says before walking back into the homestead, refusing to use his cane that Claudia is holding out for him. 

“The Porter family. The Johnson family. The Cooke family,” Deaton continued until his voice faded away as Noah continued walking. 

Noah stands in his uniform that night, and he takes out his sword and practices his stances. He puts his weight on his right leg perfectly, so he switches to his left leg, but collapses due to his injury. 

Unbeknownst to Noah, Stiles watches in horror. 

Everyone sits in silence, eating dinner. Thunder rumbles outside, and lightning flashes through  the window. Stiles pours tears for his family. He thinks something over, he wasn’t going to say anything, but then at the last second, he slams down his teacup and stands. 

“You shouldn’t have to go,” he says, voice trembling but firm. 

“Stiles!” Noah barks, tone sharp. 

“There are plenty of young Alphas that can go and fight for Triskele,” Stiles pleads. 

Noah shakes his head no. “It is an honor to protect my country and my family.” 

Stiles angrily rolls his eyes. “So you’ll die for honor!” 

Noah stands with anger and shouts, “I will die doing what’s right!” 

“But if you–” Stiles starts to speak, but is cut off by Noah.

“I know my place,” he growls. “It is time you learned yours.” 

Stiles feels tears well in his eyes, but this time, he refuses to let them fall in front of his family. He walks out into the storm. Rain pours from the sky, soaking him as he collapses to the ground, letting water mask his tears. He stares at a puddle, watching his reflection ripple in the storm. 

Eventually, ge stands and walks over to his parents' bedroom and watches them. Inside, the two are speaking until Claudia turns away from Noah and walks away. Noah walks and turns out the light, casting the room in darkness. 

Stiles heads towards the Stilinski Temple. He sees himself reflected in the stone as he lights incense and places it in its holder. He bows and prays before getting up and hurrying down the steps. 

Stiles slips quietylt into his parents' bedroom and takes the conscription notice and replaces it with the hair comb his mother gave to him earlier. He gives his parents a loving and sorrowful look before leaving quickly. 

Stiles enters his father’s armory, the room dim and still. He quickly moves, carefully opening the cabinets and finding what he’s looking for. His father’s armor, tucked away beneath worn cloth. Next to it rests a sword, gleaming in the low light. 

He unsheathes the blade and studies his reflection before lifting it with trembleming hands. He brings it to his hair. One deep breath and then he begins to cut.

When he finishes his hair falls just slightly above his shoulders. He gathers it and ties it back with a hair tie. It’s not a drastic cut but it’s enough. He’ll miss his long hair, the freedom it once symbolized but for the plan to work, it’s a sacrifice he’s willing to make. 

He puts on the armor, adjusting and tying the front, then slides the sword into the scabbard at his hip. He looks down at himself-no longer the same boy who cried at dinner. 

Stiles enters the stable doorway. Roscoe rears back in fright at the unfamiliar figure. Stiles raises his hands in surrender and goes to comfort Roscoe and let him get used to his new identity.  “It’s me, buddy. Just…different now.” 

Roscoe settles after Stiles gently strokes his mane. When he fully settles, Stiles climbs onto the saddle. He pauses for a second, giving his home one last look. 

He kicks off into the night, vanishing into the rain on the road to Fulll Moon Camp. 

Inside the Stilinski temple, the eyes of a stone ancestor statute begin to glow, in the distance, thunder rumbles. 

Grandma Stilinski jolts from her sleep. She rises from her bed and runs to Claudia and Noah’s room 

“Stiles is gone,” she whispers.  

Noah wakes up and says with a groggy voice, “What? It can’t be.” His gaze falls to his nightstand and freezes. The conscription notice is gone. In it’s place lies the ornate hair comb Claudia gave Stiles earlier.

He stumbles out of bed and limps to the armory. When he throws open the door, the armor is missing.

“Stiles!” Noah yells, his voice cracking. He pushes out the front door, but his injured leg buckles beneath him and he collapses onto the wet earth. “No!” hhe cries out, pounding his fist into the dirt.

Claudia kneels beside Noah. “You must go after him. He could be killed!” 

Noah shakes his head. “If I reveal that he is an Omega, he will be.” Noah grabs Claudia and wraps her in a hug. 

Behind the couple, Grandma Stilinski steps into the doorway, her silhouette framed by lightning flashing in the sky.  She lowers her head and softly prays,“Ancestor, hear our prayer: Watch over Stiles.” 

A wind blows out the incense at the base of the carrier. A glow comes from the center stone as the first Stilinski Ancestor comes to life. 

“Theo, awaken!” the ancestor said.

Theo comes to life and falls flat on his back while being obscured by smoke. He rises and stretches his arms out. “I live! So tell me what mortal needs my protection, Great Ancestor. You just say the word and I’ll be there.

“Theo!” the first ancestor exclaimed with agitation. 

“Hey, let me say something. Anybody foolish enough to threaten

our family, vengeance will be mine!” Theo yells. 

The First Ancestor rolls his eyes before sternly talking to Theo to silence him. “Theo! These are the family guardians,” he says while motioning towards the statues sitting on pedestals. “They…”

“Protect the family,” Theo said dejectedly. 

“And you, oh demoted one,” the first ancestor smirked as he pointed towards the empty pedestal. 

“I…ring the gong,” Theo mumbles. 

“That’s right, now, wake up the ancestors. 

“One family reunion coming right up,”  Theo says as he rings the gong. “Okay, people,

people look alive, let's go! C'mon, get up.  Let's move it, rise and shine. You're way past the beauty sleep thing now trust me!” 

The ancestors start waking up. They all speak at once, shaming Stiles for what he’s doing. 

“I knew it, I knew it. That Stiles was a troublemaker from the beginning!” an ancestor says. 

Another starts speaking, “Don't look at me, she gets it from your side of the family.” 

“He’s trying to help his father. Can you blame him?” one ancestor asks while trying to sound hopeful.

“If he’s discovered, Noah will forever be shamed. Dishonor will come to all of the family. Traditional values will disintegrate,” another one says with distaste. 

The ancestors continued talking amongst themselves until they all turned and pointed to Theo.  “We must bring him back. Find a guardian, one that is the most cunning or the most swiftest or the most wisest!” the guardians all exclaimed. 

“Silence! We must send the most powerful of them all. The Great Wolf Warrior!” the first ancestor yells over the rest.

Theo climbs up to the empty guardian post. “Heh heh, I think I get it. I’m not a wolf but I’m the best warrior.” 

All the ancestors look strangely at him and start laughing. “You had the chance to protect the Stilinski family, and it ended in disaster.” 

“And your point is?” Theo asked with attitude. 

“The point is we will be sending a real guardian to retrieve,” the first ancestor said while pinching his brow, growing increasingly annoyed with the miniature dragon. 

“What? I’m a real guardian. I am the Great Dragon Warrior,” Theo whined. He made one mistake a long time ago, and now he has a horrible reputation. 

“You’re not worthy of that title. Now go awaken the Great Wolf Warrior,” the first ancestor says as he shoves him out of the temple. 

“So you’ll get me back on the job thing…right?” Theo yells as he walks away to the Great Wolf Warrior statue. None of the ancestors commented on whether he could have a job. He sighed heavily and figured if he could wake the Great Wolf Warrior, it would be a step in the right direction. 

“Yo Rocky, wake up! You have to go fetch Stiles,” Theo says, but nothing happens. “Come on, boy, go get him, go on,” he says while whistling. “Come on! Grrr, grrr.” He climbs over the statue. “Hello, helloooooo. Hello!” Theo hollers as he smacks the statue. A piece of the wolf’s ear falls off, causing Theo to panic. “Uh oh. Oh man, they’re going to kill me,” he whined. 

“Great Wolf Warrior, have been you awakened?” the first ancestor asked from the temple window. 

Theo stood behind the statue. “Uhh. Yes, I just woke up. I am the Great Wolf Warrior. I will go forth and fetch Stiles. Did, did I mention that I was the Great Wolf Warrior?” Theo says lowering his voice to sound like someone different. 

“Go, the fate of the Stilinski Family rests in your claws,” the first ancestor says proudly.

“This is great. Now what? I’m doomed,” Theo says as he walks away from the temple and statue.

 A small cricket, Cri-Kee,  comes up to Theo and chirps. 

Theo glances down. “Go get him? What’s the matter with you? After this great stone Humpty Dumpty mess, I’d have to bring him home with a medal to get back in the temple…”

He pauses, eye widening as a mischievous grin creeps across his face. “Wait a minute, that’s it! I make Stiles a war hero, then they’ll be begging me to come back to work. That’s the master plan. Oh, you’ve gone and done it,” Theo shares. 

Cri-Kee chirps again. . 

“What makes you think you’re coming?” he asks the cricket. 

Cri-Kee chirps yet again. 

“You’re lucky? Ho, ho, he. Do I look like a sucker to you?” 

Cri-Kee chirps once more.  

Theo gasps, clutching his chest. “What do you mean loser? How about I pop off one of your antennas and throw it across the yard. Who’s the loser, me or you?” Theo questions. 

Cri-Kee glares. 

Theo narrows his eyes. “...Fine but down slow me down.” 

Deucalion is leading his army on horseback through the dense forest. He stops and motions to the others to stop as well.. Kali, Ennisht, Ethan, and Aiden dismount and walk into the forest. They throw down two Hale scouts in front of the rest of the army. 

“Hale soldiers,” Kali says. Deucalion dismounts and walks towards the scouts. 

“Deucalion,” one of the scouts says. 

Deucalion crouches in front of the Hale scouts and grabs one of the scouts. “Nice work gentlemen. You found the Alpha Pack Army,” Deucalion said in a cocky tone. 

“The Empress will stop you,” the second scout says. 

Deaulicion grabbed the second scout. “Stop me? She invited me. By building her wall, she challenged my strength. Well now I’m here to play her game.”  

He throws the scout to the ground and points his sword at the first scout. The scout starts running, calling out to the others. 

“Go! Tell your empress to send her strongest armies,” Deaulicion yelled. 

He quietly speaks to himself, “I’m ready.” 

Stiles stands in front of Roscoe, nervously straightening his posture.

“Okay, how about this?” he says, clearing his through and deepening his voice. 

“Ahem, excuse me, where do I sign in? Ha, I see you have a sword. I have one too. They’re very manly and tough.” 

He attempts to unsheathe his sword and drops it with a loud clank.  

Roscoe rolls on his back and neighs in laughter. Stiles rips his shoe off and throws it at him which results in him quieting down. 

“I’m working on it. Ugh, who am I fooling? It’s going to take a miracle to get me into the army.” 

Out of nowhere, Theo appears as a giant shadow being cast on a rock with a flame on both sides of him. Theo’s real appearance remains out of sight. “Did I hear someone ask for a miracle?! Let me hear you say aye!” Theo yells. 

“Ahhh!” Stiles yells as he runs behind a rock.

“That’s close enough,” Theo mutters. 

“It’s a ghost,” Stiles whines. 

“Get ready, Stiles, your serpentine salvation is at hand. For I have been sent by your ancestors to guide you through your masquerade,” Theo says with power. 

He turns to look at the cricket and says, “Come on, if you’re going to stay, you’re going to work.” 

He turns his attention back to Stiles. “Heed my word, cause if the army finds out you're an Omega, the penalty is death.” As he finishes, a big flame shoots up from the rocks. 

“Who are you?” Stiles asks. 

“Who am I? Who am I? I am the guardian of lost souls. I am the powerful, the pleasurable, the indescribable…” Theo says as he comes out from behind the rock. “Theo! Oh, ow, ow, ow, pretty hot, huh?” 

Before Stiles could respond, Roscoe stepped on Theo. Stiles pushed Roscoe back so he wouldn’t completely squish Theo to death. 

“My ancestors sent a little lizard to help me?” Stiles questioned. 

“Dragon, dragon, not a lizard. I don’t do that tongue thing,” Their says as he flicks his tongue out to show Stiles what lizards do with their tongues. 

“You’re uh…” Stiles says slowly. 

“Intimidating? Awe inspiring?” Theo says, puffing out his chest. 

“Tiny,” Stiles says while making hand gestures to show how small he is. 

“I’m travel size for your convenience. If I were my real size, your cow here would die of fright.” Theo says as he pats Roscoe on the nose. Roscoe goes to bite Theo. 

“Down, Bessy. My powers are beyond your mortal imagination,” he yelps. He turns to Stiles. “For instance, my nose can smell straight through your scent blocker. You smell exactly like an Omega. Actually, you reek.” 

Stiles gasps and smacks Theo. 

“Ow. Alright, that’s it! Dishonor! Dishonor on your whole family. Dishonor on you. Dishonor on your cow. Dis-” 

“Stop!” Stiles pleads. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” he kneels in front of Theo. “I’m just nervous. I’ve never done this before.” 

“Then you’re going to have to trust me. And don’t slap me no more, we clear on that?” Theo says. 

Stiles nods emphatically. 

“Alright. Okey dokey, let’s get this show on the road. Cricket, get the bags.” Theo says as he starts walking towards the camp. 

He turns to Roscoe and says, “Let’s move it, heifer.” 

Theo hids in Stiles armor poking his head out from his back. 

“Okay, this is it, time to show’em your Alpha walk. Shoulders back, chest high, feet apart, and head up.” Theo says as he tilts Stiles' head up. “And strut 2, 3, break it down, 2, 3 and work it.” 

Stiles walks into camp, drawing the attention of the Alphas and Betas who see him. He walks into a tent and sees an Alpha picking his nose and a Beta picking the first from between his toes with a fork. 

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Theo says while snickering. 

“It’s disgusting,” Stiles says with a gross look on his face. He keeps walking. 

“No, they’re Alphas and Betas. You’re going to have to act just like them, so pay attention.” Theo says. 

Stiles continues walking and sees three men talking, all three of them are Alphas. One has a huge dragon tattoo on his stomach. 

“Look, this tattoo will protect me from harm,” the tattooed Alpha says. One Alpha thinks for a moment, then punches the tattooed soldier in the stomach, causing the other Alpha to burst out laughing. 

Stiles stands there and watches in amazement. 

“I hope you can get your money back,” the non-tattooed Alpha said while laughing. 

“I don’t think I can do this,” Stiles says. 

“It’s all attitude. Be tough like this Alpha here,” Theo whispers. 

Stiles looks at the Alpha as he hocks up a loogie and spits it out. 

“What are you looking at?” the Alpha asks Stiles. 

“Punch him, it’s how men say ‘hello,’” Theo says. Stiles proceeds to punch the Alpha hard on the shoulder. The force causes the Alpha to run into another Alpha. 

“Oh, Jackson, you made a friend,” said a tall Black Alpha. 

“Now slap him on the behind. They like that,” Theo tells Stiles. Stiles doesn’t think it’s a good idea, but does it anyway since he doesn’t know about how Alphas are. 

“Woah!” Jackson angrily says as he grabs Stiles by the collar. “I’m going to hit you so hard it’ll make your ancestors dizzy.” 

The Black Alpha picks up Jackson and lifts him in the air and chants, “Jackson, relax and chant with me. Yaaaa Moouuu Ahhh Dooou Fuuu Daaa.” 

“Ya mi ah to fu da,” Jackson mutters as he calms down. 

“Feel better?” the Alpha asks. 

Finally feeling relaxed, “Yeah, thanks Boyd,” He walks away and starts speaking to Stiles, “You’re not worth my time, chicken boy.” 

“Chicken boy?! Say that to my face, ya limp noodle!” Theo says loudly. 

Jackson turns around and grabs Stiles by the collar and cocks his arm to punch but Stiles ducks as Jackson goes to swing but one of the Alphas from before was standing behind Stiles. 

“Oh, sorry, Scott. Hey!” Jackson yells, stunned. 

Stiles starts crawling away, but Jackson grabs his ankle. Scott kicks Jackson on the butt causing him to land on Boyd’s stomach. Scott jump attacks Stiles but yet again he dicks and lands ontop of Jackson who is still on top of Boyd. 

“You’re dead,” Scott says. They pair fight on top of Boyd while Stiles runs away. Scott points at Stiles when he notices him running away. “Oh, there he goes.” 

Stiles makes it into a tent and stops. Jackson, Scott, and Boyd run through the tent. Jackson stops short as he’s about to run into a soldier in line for food. He looks behind him with concerned eyes as Scott stops just in time. Boyd, though, slightly bumps into Scott,causing the entire line to collapse forward and knock over the pot of rice and the cook behind it. 

All of the men look to the back of the line and spot Stiles, who has emerged from the tent. They angrily start marching towards him. Stiles has a look of horror on his face as if death is about to come to him. 

“Hey guys,” Stiles says as he holds his hands up in surrender. Stiles sees Deaton, the man who showed his dad no mercy. He panics for a second before noticing Deaton entering a tent. 

“The Alpha Pack has struck here, here, and here. I will take the main troops up to the Full Moon Pass and stop Deucalion before he destroys this village,” Peter explains. 

“Excellent strategy, Sir. I do love surprises, ha, ha, ha, ha,” Deaton says to kiss up to Peter. 

“You will stay here and train the recruits. When Deaton believes you’re ready, you will join us…Captain.” Peter directs at Derek. 

“Captain?” Derek asks. 

“Oh, this is an enormous responsibility, General. Perhaps a soldier with more experience,” Deaton starts saying. 

“He was number one in his class, with extensive knowledge in training techniques, and an impressive military lineage. I believe Derek will do an excellent job,” Peter says proudly. 

“Oh, I will. I won’t let you down. This is, I mean, I…yes, sir,” Derek says excitedly. 

Peter gets up and starts walking out of the tent. “Very good, then. We’ll toast our victory at the Triskelion City,” Peter says to Derek. “I’ll expect a full report in three weeks.” 

“And I won’t leave anything out,” Deaton sneers at Derek. The two exit the tent. 

Derek ties his sword to his uniform. “Captain Derek Hale. Hmm, leader of Triskele’s finest troops. No, the greatest troops of all time,” he says as he walks out of the tent to see the recruits fighting. He stands on the left side of Deaton and Peter. Derek watches as an injured recruit sees Peter and salutes him as he falls to the ground. Peter steps over the injured recruit and mounts his horse. 

“Most impressive,” Deaton says while rolling his eyes.

“Good luck, Captain,” Peter says with a smile and then leaves the camp with his troops. 

Derek quietly whispers to himself. “Good luck, Uncle.” After a moment, he looks at his troops and sighs. 

Deaton gives him a cocky look and smirks. “Day one,” he says while writing in his notes. 

“Soldiers!” Derek yells. All of the recruits stop and back away. They point at Stiles as they back away. Stiles is crouching in a fetal position on the ground. 

“He started it!” a soldier yelled. 

Derek approaches Stiles and looks down at him. Stiles looks up and sees Derek over top of him and gets up quickly while dusting himself off. 

“I don’t need anyone causing trouble in my camp!” Derek tells him. 

“Sorry,” Stiles says in his normal voice. He clears his throat and continues, “Uhh, I mean, sorry you had to see that.” He pats Derek on the shoulder. “ You know how it is when you get those Alph burgees and you just have to kill something, fix things, uh, cook, outdoors.” 

“What’s your name?” Derek asks. 

Stiles stumbles, trying to come up with a name. “Ahh, I, uhh, I, uh-”

Deaton steps up to Stiles and gets into his face. “You’re commanding officer just asked you a question.” 

“Uhh, I’ve got a name. Huh,” Stiles mumbles. 

“Scott, how about Scott?” Theo whispers. 

“His name’s Scott,” Stiles says, motioning with his head to Scott. 

“I didn’t ask for his name. I asked for yours.” 

“Try, uh, ahh, chu!” Theo says.
“Ah Chu,” Stiles dumbly says. 

“Ah Chu?” Derek questions. 

“Gesundheit. He he, I kill myself,” Theo says, laughing to himself. 

“Theo,” Stiles whispers. 

“Theo?” Derek asks. 

“No,” Stiles says. 

“Then what is it?” Derek demands. 

“Stuart! Stuart was my best friend growing up!” Theo says. 

“It’s Stuart.” Stiles finally says. 

“Stuart.” Derek grunts. 

“Of course, Stuart did steal my gir-” Theo said before Stiles reached back and closed Theo’s mouth together. 

“Yes, my name is Stuart,” Stiles says firmly. 

“Let me see you’re conscription notice,” Derek says as he takes it from Stiles. “Noah Stilinski, the Noah Stilinski?” he asked in a surprising tone.

“I didn’t know Noah Stilinski had an Alpha son,” Deaton says. 

“Um, he…doesn’t talk about me much. He’s more obsessed with Stiles…my Omega brother.” Stiles says as he tries to hawk up a loogie to appear cool, but it runs down his mouth causing the recruits to laugh. 

“I can see why, the boy’s an absolute lunatic,” Deaton mutters to Derek. 

“Okay, gentlemen, thanks to your new friend Stuart, you’ll spend tonight picking up every single grain of rice. And tomorrow…” Derek eyes them all “The real works begins.” 

As Derek walks off, the recruits growl at Stiles. 

“We need to work on you’re people skills,” Theo says as he pops out of Stiles' armor. 

Stiles is sleeping peacefully in his tent, snoring softly. Theo is standing next to his head and grabs Cri-Kee. He winds up its wings. When he releases them, they buzz like an alarm clock. 

“Rise and shine, sleeping beauty,” Theo says cheerfully.

 Stiles sits up and blinks. 

“Come on,” he says while slapping Stiles' head as he says each syllable. “Up, up, up.” 

Stiles groans and lies back down. He pulls the covers over his head, so Theo pulls them off entirely. 

“Get your clothes on. Get ready. I got breakfast for you.” Theo says as he jumps on Stiles' knee with a bowl of porridge.
“Look, you get porridge, and it’s happy to see you,” he says as he shows Stiles the bowl with two eggs and bacon looking like a smiley face. 

The two see Cri-Kee pop out of the bowl. 

Theo tsked as he said, “Hey, you get out of there, you're going to make people sick!” 

“Am I late?” Stiles asks. 

Theo shoves more breakfast into Stiles' mouth. “No time to talk. Remember, it's your first day of training so listen to your teacher and no fighting. Play nice with the other kids, unless they want to fight, then you have to kick their butts. 

“I don’t want to kick their butts,” Stiles says with his mouth full. 

“Don’t talk with your mouth full. Now let’s see your war face,” Theo says. Stiles looks at him with wide eyes and full chipmunk cheeks. “Wow, I think my bunny slippers just ran away. Come on, scare me, boy!” 

Stiles swallows the food. “Rrrrrr!” 

“Oh, that’s my tough-looking warrior. That’s what I’m talking about. Now get out there and make me proud,” Theo says as he helps Stiles get his uniform on. Roscoe whinnies and pokes his head into the tent. “What do you mean the troops just left?” he asked Roscoe. 

“They what!?” Stiles says as he finishes getting ready and rushing out of the tent. 

“Wait, you forgot you’re sword!” he calls after him. He wipes his eyes and sniffles while proudly saying, “My little baby is off to destroy people.” 

All of the troops huddle together near Derek’s tent. 

“Order people, order!” Deaton yells. 

“I’d like a bacon and cheese omelet,” one recruit says. 

“Oh, oh, eggs, bacon, porridge, and a side of fruit,” Boyd says. Scott and the others around start laughing. 

“Strawberry jam and toast,” a troop says. 

Stiles comes running up to the group. They all side-eye him and snicker. 

“Looks like our new friend slept in this morning,” Scott teased. 

Stiles stops between Jackson and Scott. 

“Hello, Stuart, are you hungry?” Scott asked. 

“Yeah, cause I owe you a knuckle sandwich,” Jackson sneers as he grabs Stiles by the shirt and draws back his other arm. 

Stiles hides his face with his hands. 

Scott looks away, closing his eyes and putting his fingers in his ears so he doesn’t hear the someone get the shit beat out of them. 

“Soldiers!” Derek yells. 

All recruits line up swiftly. Derek takes off his shirt and grabs a bow and quiver of arrows. Stiles is taken aback by Derek’s physique. He’s seen many Alphas, but not one who is as attractive and as fit as Derek. 

“You will assemble swiftly and silently every morning,” Derek continues as he walks down the line of soldiers. “Anyone who acts otherwise will answer me.” 

“Oooo, tough guy,” Jackson says under his breath. 

Derek turns around with a knocked arrow and points it towards Jackson. 

“Jackson,” Derek says. 

Every recruit takes a step back, leaving Jackson a step forward. Derek points the arrow skyward and shoots it into the top of a high pole. 

“Thank you for volunteering,” Derek says with a smirk. 

Jackson bows to Derek. “I’ll get that arrow, pretty boy. And I’ll do it with my shirt on,” Jackson says as he prepares to leap onto that pole.

“One moment,” Derek said, stopping him. “You seem to be missing something. ”

Deaton brings out two large bronze disks. Derek takes them out of the case and holds them high while speaking to all the troops. 

“The one on the left represents discipline and the one on the right represents strength.” Derek hands the weights to Jackson, causing him to fall to the ground, while the others laugh. Stiles looked concerned. 

“You’ll need both to reach the arrow,” Derek added. 

Jackson climbs up the pole, then slips down under the weight of the disks. Scott, Boyd, and Stiles take their turns and fall flat on their butts. Stiles can’t help but rub his behind as he walks away in front of Derek. If Derek watched the action intensely, that’s no one's business but his. 

“We’ve got a long way to go,” Derek says while looking up at the sky. 

Derek throws staffs at the soldiers. Jackson intercepts Stiles’ staff and trips him with it. 

“Let’s get down to business, to defeat the Alpha Pack, ” Derek sings as he throws the clay pots and breaks them with his staff. Each member looked highly impressed with the action. 

The recruits put their staffs out at arm's length, saying, “Hua!”

Derek continued singing. “Did they send me Omegas when I asked for Alphas?” Scott grabs a cirkcet and shoves it down Stiles' back, causing him to flail erratically with his staff going everywhere. “You’re the saddest bunch I’ve ever met,” Derek continues as all the soldiers fall as Stiles moves uncontrollably. 

“But you can bet before we're through,” Derek somersaults in the air. He lands near Stiles and takes his staff before grabbing him by the collar. 

“Mister, I’ll make an Alpha out of you.” 

Derek steps on a lever and throws up three tomatoes, which he hits with three arrows from one of the bows. 

“Tranquil as a forest, ” Derek sings as the recruits try it and fail. 

Stiles gets ready to fire when Theo sticks a target onto the arrow before he shoots. Stiles looks at Theo in shock and pauses. Derek gives him a disdainful look as Stiles cracks a smile. 

“But on fire within,” Derek sings as he balances a bucket of water on his head while holding a staff. The recruits throw stones at him, but Derek deflects them with the staff. 

“Once you find your center, you are sure to win.” 

Stiles wobbles with the bucket of water on his head. The recruits pelt him with stones until his bucket tips over onto his head. 

“You’re a spineless, pale, pathetic lot. And you haven’t got a clue. ” Derek throws his hands down into a river and retrieves a fish. Stiles tries to do the same but ends up grabbing Jackson’s foot and pulling in under the water. Theo comes out of the water with a fish in his hand to give to Stiles. 

“Somehow I’ll make an Alpha out of you!” 

“I’m never gonna catch my breath,” Boyd said while running through a field of fire arrows. 

Jackson trailed behind, an arrow landing in his butt. “Say goodbye to those who knew me.”  

“Boy, I was a fool in school for cutting gym,” Scott sings as he bangs his head on a stone slab. 

Derek practices martial arts with Stiles. Derek swings and punches Stiles in the face, causing him to be knocked into a tree. 

“This guy’s got them scared to death.” Theo sings from the trees, trying to coach Stiles in the boxing ring. 

“Hope he doesn’t see right through me,” Stiles sings as he goes back into the boxing ring. 

The troops all jump across the poles protruding from the water. Boyd stops causing everyone to pile into him. “Now I really wish that I knew how to swim!” Boyd sings. 

The group practice firing from cannons misses the target located in the middle of an open field. Scott kicks the support structure out from Stiles' cannon, and it begins to fall. Stiles grabs the cannon and it fires high and back towards the camp, landing and exploding Deaton’s tent. 

“Be an Alpha. We must be swift as a coursing river. Be an Alpha, with all the force of a great typhoon. Be an Alpha. With all the strength of a raging fire. Mysterious as the dark side of the moon.” 

Derek looks over the camp from a hill, not appearing to be pleased with how the recruits are doing with their training. 

Some time later, the troops and Derek were carrying bags of grain on their shoulder as they marched up a mountain. Deaton gets Derek’s attention, and he points back to Stiles, who is struggling to the point of falling to the ground. Theo and the cricket try their hardest to pick her up. 

Derek comes marching towards them. Derek picks up the pole with grain and puts it on top of his. He turns around and heads back to the troops while Stiles gives him a sad and rejected look. 

“Time is racing toward us till the Alpha arrives. Heed my every order, and you might survive.” 

Derek hands Stiles the reins of Roscoe. Stiles sighs and puts his head down.

“You’re unsuited for the rage of war. So pack u,p go home you're through. How could I make an Alpha out of you?” 

Stiles as a determined look on his face. He grabs the weights and starts climbing the pole again. 

“Be an Alpha.  We must be swift as the coursing river. Be an Alpha. With all the force of a great typhoon.” 

Stiles ties the weights together behind the pole and uses the cloth to help shimmy his way up. As the sun starts to rise, the others come out of their tents and cheer Stiles on. 

“Be an Alpha. With all the strength of a raging fire.” 

Derek walks out of his tent. The arrow he shot at the pole comes flying down to his feet. When he looks up, he sees Stiles sitting on top ot the pole with a massive grin on his face. 

“Mysterious as the dark side of the moon.” 

After that, Stiles got the arrow, and everything began to shift. During target practice, the troops started hitting the targets with precision. Gradually, Stiles grew stronger- where he once struggled to lift a sack of grain, he was now sprinting ahead of the group with the weights balanced across his shoulders. In hand-to-hand combat training, Stiles finally managed to gain the upper hand against Derek, even landing a clean roundhouse kick to his face. He was grinning so wide he didn’t notice the look of love Derek gave him. 

Boyd overcame his fear and now leapt effortlessly between the water-bound poles, leading the way as the rest of the recruits followed. The time spent together had changed things-Stiles had started to bond with the others. When Jackson caught Stiles' staff midair, rather than tripping Stiles, he passed it to him with surprising care. Scott smashed through the wooden block cleanly-without chipping a tooth. With a triumphant shout, Stiles finally caught a fish with his bare hands. 

Finally, after countless hours of training, they were ready. 

“Be an Alpha. We must be swift as the coursing river. Be an Alpha. With all the force of a great typhoon. Be an Alpha. With all the strength of a raging fire. Mysterious as the dark side of the moon!” 

Deucalion rests atop a tree. He cuts the top with his sword as his falcon swoops by and drops a doll in his lap. He brings it up to his nose and sniffs it before dropping it to the ground. 

“What do you see?” Deucalion says as he passes it to Ennis. 

Ennis feels the doll before saying, “Black pine, from the mountains.” Kali takes the doll from his hands and passes by Aiden. 

“White horse hair Imperial stallions.” Aiden shares. 

“Sulfur. From cannons,” Kali says while sniffing the doll. 

“This doll came from a village in the Wolf Fang Pass, where the Trisklele Army’s waiting for us,” Deucalion says while scheming. 

Ethan chimes in, “We can avoid them easily.” 

“No, the quickest way to the Queen is through that pass,” Deucalion says while shaking his head no. He continues by saying, “Besides, the little girl will be missing her doll. We should return it to her.” 

Stiles stood by the lake with Theo, Roscoe, and Cri-Kee. 

“Hey, oh, ah, no, this is not a good idea,” Theo said, trying to herd Stiles back from the water. “What if someone smells you? They will know you're an Omega.” 

“Just because they think I’m an Alpha doesn’t mean I have to smell like one,” Stiles argues, tugging off his clothes. Is it really a big deal if he takes a bath? He knows he doesn’t have his scent suppressant on, but if no one gets close enough, they’ll never tell. 

“So a couple of guys don’t rinse out their socks, picky, picky, picky. Well, I myself kinda like that corn chip smell,” Theo says while holding a towel and covering his eyes. 

Stiles runs past him and jumps into the lake. He creates a big enough scratch that it splashes onto Theo. “Ahhh, so nice.”
“Okay, all right, all right, that’s enough. Come on, get out before you get all pruny and stuff,” Theo grumbles. He holds a towel out for Stiles, all while keeping his eyes closed. 

“Theo, if you’re so worried, go stand watch.” 

“Yeah, yeah,” Theo says. He makes his voice sound higher to match Stiles' voice, “Stand watch, Theo, while I blow our secret with my stupid Omegan habits.” He changes his voice back to normal. “Humph, hygiene.” 

“Me first! Me first! Me first!” Jackson says as he, Scott, and Boyd run past Theo and smacking him in the face with their boxers. 

Theo lets out a loud gasp, “We’re doomed! There are a couple of things they’re bound to notice!” 

As an Omega, there are a few distinct traits about Stiles’ body that differ from those of an Alpha or Beta. Aside from his delectable scent, one of the most noticeable differences is the presence of natural curves-chubby thighs and hips that flare outward to help with childbirth. While male Omegas don’t have full breasts, they have some tissue to help when nursing. Usually, Stiles' armor hides these delicate feminine features. But now, with that protective layer gone, there’s a chance everyone might finally see who he truly is. 

Jackson and Scott jump into the water. Boyd dips his toe in to check the temperature, then jumps in, creating a large wave. Jackson and Scott ride the wave towards Stiles. Stiles sees them and hides his face behind a lily pad. 

“Hey, Stuart,” Jackson calls out. 

Stiles peeks over the lily pad and spreads it on the water, covering his chest. Stiles tries to calm himself but ends up speaking nervously and unnaturally in a deeper manly voice, “Oh-hi guys, I didn’t know you were here.” The three men look at each other and give Stiles a confused look. “I was just washing up, so now I’m clean and I’m gonna go. Bye-bye.” Stiles finishes as he hides behind a rock 

Scott comes behind Stiles. “Come back here. I know we were jerks to you before, so let's start over.” He extends his hand to shake with Stiles. “Hi, I’m Scott!” 

Stiles covers his chest with his left arm. He turns and shakes his hands with an outstretched right arm while smiling. “Heh, heh.” He turns and wades away from Scott and runs into Boyd. 

Boyd takes a lily pad off his head. “And I’m Boyd.” 

Stiles waves slightly and smiles. “Hi Boyd.” 

Jackson stands on top of a rock and looks down at the others. Stiles looks away, staring at the water and hiding his eyes with a free hand. “And I’m Jackson, king of the rock. And there’s nothing you girls can do about it.” 

Scott takes a fighting stance. “Oh yeah? Well, I think Stuart and I could take you.” Scott elbows Stiles as he talks. 

Stiles continues wading away and shakes his head. “I really don’t want to take him anywhere.” 

Scott follows Stiles. “Stuart, we have to fight!” Scott exclaims. 

“No, we don’t,” Stiles says. “We could just close our eyes and swim around.” He needed a plan to get out of this, and he needed one fast. 

Scott sniffs around, trying to scent something. Stiles starts panicking; he knows it has something to do with him. “Wait. I feel like I smell something sweet. Almost like an Ome-Ouch! Something bit me!” Scott yells. 

Theo pops out of the water between Stiles and Scott. “What a nasty flavor.” 

“Snake!” Scott screams with fear. 

All three guys climb up on the rock and hold each other. They look around, trying to see if they can see anything swimming in the water. 

“Snake, snake!” Boyd says. 

Stiles shakes his head and whistles for Roscoe and wades back to shore. Roscoe comes close enough that Stiles can hide behind him as he wraps a towel around his body. 

The three guys all sit on the rock waiting to see if anything swims by. 

“Some king of the rock!” Scott says while smirking. Jackson pushes him off the rock and into the water. 

Stiles wraps a towel around his body. “Boy, that was close.” 

Theo pulls out a toothbrush and starts brushing his teeth, trying to get the taste out of his mouth. “No, that was vile! You owe me big!” Theo grumbles. 

“I never want to see a naked man again.” Stiles mumbles. After he finished saying that, the rest of the troops ran naked and jumped into the lake. 

“Hey, don’t look at me. I am not biting any more butts,” Theo mutters before spitting out the toothpaste and spit. 

Stiles burst out laughing at Theo’s statement and continued walking back to his tent. 

“You think your troops are ready to fight? Hah! They would not last a minute against the Alpha Pack.” Deaton snapped, voice rising.. 

“They completed their training,” Derek calmly explains. 

“Those boys are no more fit to be soldiers than you are to be Captain. Once the general reads my report, your troops will never see battle,” Deaton continues, progressively getting louder. 

Theo slips inside the tent, trying to stay silent. “Oh no, you don’t. I’ve worked too hard to get Stiles into this war,” he mutters to himself. He turns to the cricket and says, “ This guy’s messing with my plan.” 

Tension continued to fill the room. Derek grabs onto the front of Deaton’s clipboard. “We’re not finished.” 

Deaton pulls the clipboard away. “Be careful, Captain. The Queen may be your mother, and the General may be your Uncle, but I am the Queen’s council. One of her most trusted. You want to prove yourself, and you haven’t. You’re dismissed.” 

Derek storms out of the tent and walks by Stiles. 

“Hey, I’ll hold him down and you punch, heh, heh…” Stiles says in a deeper voice. 

Derek walks by without responding. 

“Or not,” Stiles says sadly to himself.

 “For what it’s worth, I think you’re a great captain,” he says, calling out to Derek. 

Derep pauses for a second, glancing back at Stiles before continuing forward. 

Theo looks deeply at Stiles, and he notices how Stiles' gaze is fixated on Derek. “I saw that!” Theo gasped, finally realizing what the look meant. 

“What?” Stiles asks innocently.

“You like him, don’t you?” Theo asks in a teasing manner. 

Stiles freezes. “No, I–” he tries to say. 

“Year right. Yeah sure. Look,” Theo says as he points to Stiles' tent. “Go to your tent.” 

Stiles walks away with a look of pure delight. 

Theo turns to Cri-Kee. “I think it’s time we took this war into our own hands.” Theo rubs his hands together, plotting.  

Theo and Cri-Kee wait outside Deaton’s tent. 

He emerges with a scrub brush and wrapped in a towel, wearing shower slippers on his feet. He whistles a happy tune as he walks off. 

Theo and Cri-Kee enter his tent. Cri-Kee gets right to work. He uses his legs to write up a letter, and when he finishes it, Theo takes the paper away. 

“Okay, okay, let me see what you’ve got,” Theo says.  

He read aloud: ‘From General Hale, dear nephew, we’re waiting for the Alpha Pack at Wolf Fang Pass, and it would mean a lot if you’d come and back us up.’ Theo looks at Cri-Kee. 

“That’s great except you forgot, ‘and since we’re all out of potpourri, maybe you wouldn’t mind bringing us some,” Theo says sarcastically. “Helloooo, this is the army! Make it sound more urgent, please. You know what I’m talking about?” 

Cri-Kee rewrites the note and has Theo read it. 

“That’s better, much better,” Theo says. He starts walking towards the exit. “Okay, let’s go.” 

Theo walks up to where Roscoe is drinking from a water trough. He hops on his back. “Roscoe, baby, hey. We need a ride,” Theo says nicely. Roscoe squirts water on Theo, causing him to fall off his back. 

Deaton walks out of the lake wrapped in his towel. He frowns as he hears the sound of laughter coming from the troops. 

“Insubordinate ruffians,” he says to himself. He then calls out to the troops. “You men owe me a new pair of slippers.  And I do not squeal like a girl.” After he finishes saying that, a brown bear chomps down on the slipper Deaton is holding. “Aaaaaahhhhhh!” he squeals. 

Theo sits on top of the brown bear, hiding behind a dummy of a soldier using sticks to move the dummy's arms to push the note towards Deaton. Cri-Kee moves the mouth. “Urgent news from the general!” Theo shares. Deaton looks over the bear. “What's the matter, you've never seen a brown one before?” 

Deaton continues to give them a questioning look. “Who are you?” he asks suspiciously. 

Theo huffs before loudly saying, “Excuse me!  I think the question is: who are you?” He continues, “We're in a war, man!  There's no time for stupid questions.  I should have your hat for that.” 

The brown bear starts walking forward. “Snatch it right off your head,” Theo says while swiping an arm at Deaton’s hat. Theo turns the upper half of the dummy around after the bear passes Deaton. Deaton looks down at the message. “But I'm feeling gracious today, so carry on before I report you.” 

The bear walks up a tree and out of sight. 

Deaton looks around for Theo but doesn’t find him, so he runs into Derek’s tent.  “Captain.  Urgent news from the General.  We're needed at the front.” 

Theo sits next to Cri-Kee up in the tree and turns to the insect and says,” Pack your bags, Cri-Kee, we're movin' out.” Cri-Kee high-fives Theo. 

The troops march uphill, singing in unison, their voices echoing across the valley. “For a long time, we’ve been marching off to battle.” 

“In a thundering herd, we feel a lot like cattle,” Jackson sings as they pass by cows. 

“Like the pounding beat, our aching feet aren’t easy to ignore,” the troops continue. 

Scott catches up to Stiles and Jackson. “Hey, think of instead an Omega worth fighting for,” he sings while looking upwards dreamily. 

“Huh?” Stiles squeaks from behind. 

Scott grabs Stiles and pulls him close. “That’s what I said, an Omega worth fighting for.”  

Stiles pulls away and creates space between the two.  

“I want them paler than the moon with eyes that shine like stars,” Scott sings dreamily. 

“My girl will marvel at my strength, adore my battle scars,” Jackson sings as he shows off his battle wounds. 

“I couldn’t care less what she’ll wear or what she looks like. It all depends on what she cooks like; beef, pork, chicken…” Boyd continues as he thinks about food.

“Mmm…” all three men say. 

“Be the local omegas though you were quite the charmer,” Jackson sings as he looks at Stiles while crossing the river with swords above their heads. 

Stiles looks at Jackson with a disgusted look and hurries forward. 

“And I’ll bet the ladies love a man in armor,” Scott says with his armor full of water, making him look muscular. As he finishes singing, the water leaks out, making him look like his normal self. 

“You can guess what we have missed the most since going off to war. What do we want? An Omega worth fighting for!” the troops sing. 

Stiles walks away from Jackson and ends up walking right into Chien-Po. 

Jackson starts singing again. “My girl will think I have no faults.” 

“That I’m a major find,” Boyd sings. 

Stiles ends up caught between Jackson, Scott, and Boyd, who all look up dreamily as they wait for Stiles to share his ideal Omega. He sings uncertainly, “Uh, how about an Omega who’s got a brain, who always speaks their mind?” Stiles shrugs his shoulders as he finishes. 

The guys look at him disdainfully, looking disgusted and disappointed. “Nah!” they all say in unison. 

Scott grabs Stiles' shoulder and leans on him. Stiles takes his hand off of him and shakes his head disapprovingly. Scott moves to lean against the carriage containing the cannons. “My manly ways and turns of phrase are sure to thrill them.” 

Jackson hits Roscoe, so the carriage runs out from under Scott. Scott falls in the mud, looking upset. “He think’s he’s such a lady killer!” Jackson sings while grinning from ear to ear. 

“I’ve got a girl back home who’s unlike any other,” Deaton sings from on top of a horse. 

Jackson pulls Stiles aside. “Yeah, the only girl who’d love him is his mother!” Stiles smiles at Jackson's statement. 

The troops line up and lock arms across each other’s shoulders with Stiles in the middle. “But when we come home in victory, they’ll line up at the door!” 

“What do we want?” Scott sings from Boyd’s shoulders. 

“An Omega worth fighting for!” the troops sing together. 

“Wish that I had,” Scott says. 

Stiles breaks away and walks in the opposite direction from them as the troops start singing again. “An Omega worth fighting for!” They whistle. Stiles notices Scott, Boyd, and Jackson with snowballs about to pelt him, so he turns around. “An Omega worth fighting–” everyone stops and stands with stunned looks at the scene before them. 

A burned-out village stands before them. Soldiers walk through the singed gates and look around at the remains of the numerous buildings that once stood there. 

“Search for survivors,” Derek shouts at the troops from his horse. Stiles wanders the grounds of the burned-out village. He finds a doll and looks at it sorrowfully. Derek walks and stands by Stiles' side. “I don’t understand. My uncle should have been here,” Derek said sadly to Stiles. 

“Captain!” Deaton yells from the top of the hill overlooking the valley. 

Deaton gestures toward the valley below, where the shattered remains of General Hale’s army lie.  Flags jut out of the snow, armor lying face down in the ice, and broken cannon carts are strewn across the battlefield. Scott, Jackson, and Stiles stare down with expressions of horror etched across their faces. From the depths of the valley, Boyd emerges slowly, carrying a helmet in his hands-solemn and silent. 

Boyd hands Derek the helmet, “...the General.” 

Derek takes the helmet from Boyd without a word and walks to the edge of the hill. With deep sorrow, he draws his sword and drives it into the snow, the blade sinks deep into the frozen earth. He lowers himself to one knee and gently places the helmet atop the sword, a tribute to those who have fallen. Behind him, Stiles approaches cautiously, slowly, and carefully, as if he’s afraid to ruin the moment. 

Softly, Stiles says, “I’m sorry.” 

Derek rises to his feet, turns, and places a gentle hand on Stiles’ shoulder- a silent gesture of comfort before walking away. He strides to the center of the waiting troops, his expression is unreadable, but everyone can see it’s heavy with sorrow. Grasping his horse by the saddle, he pauses for a brief moment, a flicker of grief passing through his green eyes, then mounts his horse. 

“The Alpha Pack is moving quickly. We’ll make better time to Triskelion City through the Wolf Fang Pass now. Move out!” Derek proclaims. 

Stiles lingers for a moment, staring at the sword still embedded in the snow. Slowly, he pulls the small doll from his pocket and places it gently at the base of the blade. Then, without a word, he turns and rejoins the group. He grabs Roscoe's reins and begins walking beside the cart loaded with cannons. 

Suddenly, a cannon fires from the cart with a thunderous blast, a shot exploding high into the sky. Gasps echo through the ranks as everyone whirls around in shock. Stiles spins, scowling, and peeks into the canopy of the cart to find Theo crouched inside with eyes full of remorse. He lifts a hand and silently points to Cri-Kee. 

In a flash, Derek charges up to Stiles on his horse with Deaton riding right behind him. 

Derek angrily shouts at Stiles. “What happened?!” 

Stiles stumbles. “Uhh–” he says, unsure of what to tell Derek. 

“You just gave away our position. Now we’re–” Derek continues yelling as an arrow hits him in the shoulder. He falls to the ground in pain. Derek pulls out the arrow and calls out, “Get out of range!” 

Chaos erupts as arrows rain from the sky, thudding to the ground all around them. The troops scatter in all directions. Stiles yanks hard on Roscoe’s reins, urging him forward, trying to steer him away from danger. But suddenly, fire arrows streak through the air, striking the cart hitched behind Roscoe. In seconds, the dry wood catches, and flames roar to life, engulfing the cart in a blazing inferno.

“Save the cannons!” Derek shouts. 

The troops quickly form a human chain, working in frantic unison to pull the cannons from the burning cart one by one. Amid the chaos, Stiles clutches Roscoe reins, keeping the panicked horse steady as flames crackle dangerously close. Boyd grabs many and hauls them on his own. The troops grab as many cannons as they can before Stiles cuts Roscoe free from the cart. 

In a swift motion, Stiles mounts Roscoe and charges away from the fire. The cart explodes, sending Stiles flying off of Roscoe. His helmet and sword land near him. 

Theo and Cri-Kee are sent flying by the blast, screaming in terror. They crash to the ground near Stiles, groaning from the pain. “Oh sure, save the horse,” Theo sarcastically says. Stiles grabs Theo with his right hand and grabs his sword with his left, and runs to the troops' position. Cri-Kee and Roscoe follow.

 Jackson, Scott, and Boyd, among the other troops, set up cannons against rocks. 

“Fire!” Derek shouts. 

The troops launch the cannons at the mountains where the archers are stationed. As the cannon fire explodes, Derek and his army hide behind the rocks. 

“Fire!” Derek yells again.

Stiles, Scott, and Boyd launch a second volley at the mountain where the archers of the Alpha Pack are positioned. Shortly after, no more arrows can be seen coming from the mountain. 

“Hold the last cannon,” Derek tells the troops. Jackson is poised to light his cannon but pauses.  Deucalion and his troops appear at the top of the mountain. “Prepare to fight. If we die, we die with honor,” Derek says as he looks at the Alpha Pack.

Deucalion raises his sword high above his head and charges down the mountain towards Derek’s position. His falcon flies off his shoulder on  Deucalion’s war cry. The Alpha Pack army follows. 

“Jackson, aim the cannon at Deucalion,” Derek tells Jackson. 

The troops line up and draw their swords. Stiles looks down at his sword and sees the reflection of a large snow embankment hanging to the side of a cliff. 

He rushes forward without thinking. Stiles pushes Jackson aside and grabs the cannon. 

“Hey!” Jackson yells. 

“Stuart, come back. Stuart!” Derek shouts with worry in his voice. 

Stiles ignores Derek’s pleas as he charges forward towards the oncoming horde of the Alpha Pack army being led by Deucalion and his falcon. Theo looks over at Stiles and then the horde and gives him a worrying look. 

Derek runs after him, trying to check up on Stiles. He waves his arms, trying to get his attention. “Stop! Stuart, please!” He shouts. 

Stiles plants the cannon and aims it at the cliff with the snow overhanging. Theo sees Deucalion riding closer to their position. 

“Alright, you might want to light that right now. Quickly! Quickly!” Theo exclaims while gesturing wildly. 

Stiles takes out the flint and tries to light the fuse. Deucalion’s falcon swoops down, knocking Stiles down, scattering the flint rock. 

“Come on, we gotta help!” Jackson exclaims to Scott and Boyd. They charge towards Stiles' position. 

Stiles searches for the flint in the snow. He sees Theo, grabs him, and stretches him out-using his spark to ignite the fuse. Theo lands on the cannon, and the cannon shoots off just above where Deucalion is charging towards them. 

“You missed him! How could you miss? He was three feet in front of you!” Theo screams. 

They watch as the cannon lodges in the snow and explodes, causing the beginning of a large avalanche. Stiles looks up with a wide grin on his face as Deucalion watches in horror as his troops begin to be swallowed up by the snow. 

“Yrrrraah!”  Deucalion shouts at Stiles. He swipes at Stiles with his sword, slicing into Stiles’ right side. Stiles falls back, grabbing his right side.  

Deucalion's horse stumbles. Stiles uses this break to bolt away from the avalanche. Deucalion gains his composure and starts galloping away from the avalanche on his horse. 

Derek looks with shock as he sees the avalanche coming towards him. Stiles grabs Derek as he passes by him, turning him around and helping him run away from the avalanche. 

Jackson, Boyd, and Scott run towards the avalanche while yelling ‘yeah!’, they immediately stop when they notice how powerful the snow is coming down. They turn around and run back to where they came from. “Waaaaaa!” they shout, trying to find cover. 

Roscoe jumps from the troop's position and starts running towards Stiles, passing Scott, Boyd, and Jackson. The avalanche swallows up  Deucalion and his horse. Roscoe arrives at Stiles' position just ahead of the avalanche. Stiles jumps onto Roscoe and reaches for Derek. He grabs his hand, but the avalanche rushes forth, breaking their grip, turning Roscoe around so he’s dancing in the snow. 

Boyd, Jackson, and Scott stand behind a rock. They see the snow approaching closely and run to the large shelter where the rest of the troops are positioned. 

Theo rides down the snow on a shield, calling out to Stiles. He sees hair sticking up from the snow and pulls it up but sees it’s an Alpha Pack troop, so he shoves it back down. “Nope. Stiles!” Theo yells. 

Stiles is riding Roscoe above the snow into the heart of the avalanche. Roscoe and Stiles are swept under the snow and reemerge quickly. He looks back and sees Derek passed out, riding the wave of snow. 

“Derek, Derek!” Stiles calls out. He turns around and rides to Derek’s position. He picks him up and places him on Roscoe. He turns Roscoe around again to ride upstream. 

Jackson stands on top of Ling, trying to find Stiles and Derek. 

“Do you see them?” Boyd asks. 

“Yes!” Jackson ecstatically says as he shoots an arrow with a rope attached. “Perfect! Now I’ll pull them to safe–” Jackson says as he grasps at air as the rope completely passes through his hands. “--ty.” 

“Hey, Stiles, I found a lucky cricket,” Theo says as he rides on a shield with Cri-Kee next to him. 

“We need help!” Stiles says loudly. He notices Jackson’s arrow landing near him. He picks it up and starts tying the rope to Roscoe. 

“We're gonna die! We're gonna die! I know we're gonna die. No way we can survive this. Death is coming,” Theo screams as he panics. 

“I let them slip through my fingers,” Jackson said while crying. Stiles' arrow lands in Jackson's hands as he finishes saying that. He grabs on and is pulled toward the cliff. The soldiers grab onto Jackson and hold him steady near the cliff edge with the rope taught over the cliff. 

“Pull!” Jackson demands. 

Boyd prays as he calmly walks up to the group of soldiers. He lifts them all up and pulls backward hauling Stiles, Derek, Roscoe, Theo, and Cri-Kee up. 

“I knew we could do it. You are the Alpha,” Theo says, looking pleased. “Well sorta.”  Stiles grimaces. The soldiers help pull them up the cliff until they are on land. 

“Step back guys, give them some air.” Scott says to everyone. 

While catching his breath, Derek turns to Stiles and says, “Stuart, you are the craziest man I’ve ever met. And for tha,t I owe you my life. From now on, you have my trust.” 

Stiles can’t help the massive smile forming on his face. 

“Let’s hear it for Stuart! The bravest of us all,” Scott cheers. 

Jackson lifts his arms high. “You’re the king of the mountain!” 

Boyd jumps up and down. “Yes, yes, yes!” 

Stiles tries to stand up but wobbles as he clutches his right side. “Ahh,” Stiles whimpers. 

“Stuart, what’s wrong?” Derek asks with worry in his voice. Stiles removes his hand slightly to show blood on it. His armor is seeping blood. 

Derek gasps and gets closer to Stiles. “He’s wounded, get help!” Derek says loudly. 

Stiles starts losing consciousness, his vision blurring. The images of Derek, Jackson, Boyd, and Scott begin to fade. 

“Stuart, hold on. Hold on.” Derek murmurs, cradling him as everything fades to white.

Derek stands outside the medic tent as Stiles receives help inside. Boyd, Scott, and Jackson have concerned looks on their face. Scott drums his fingers on his knees, trying to focus on something else. 

Soon, but not soon enough for the men waiting outside, the medic comes out from the tent and whispers something to Derek. Derek looks astonished and marches into the tent. 

Stiles is lying down. He opens his eyes and sees Derek standing there. He smiles at the sight of him. 

Derek doesn’t respond. He sees him tilt his head up and sniff the air, trying to scent everything around him. He gasps, a sharp intake of breath. 

Stiles, suddenly alert, sat up. The blanket falls to his waist, revealing his form-fitting bandages on his chest. He sees Derek’s surprised look and realizes his Omega form is noticeable. 

Stiles gasps and covers himself up. “I can explain,” he pleads. He can’t have the one person who matters to him turn him away. He doesn’t know what he’ll do. 

Deaton steps into the tent. “Huh? So it’s true.” Deaton says coldly, voice dripping with disdain.

“Derek!” Stiles calls out to Derek as the Alpha steps out of the tent. 

Deaton snickers and grabs Stiles by the arm and hauls him out of the tent. Stiles uses his other hand to hold the blanket. “I knew there was something wrong with you,” Deaton says as he pushes Stiles to the ground. “An Omega,” he declares with disgust. 

Jackson, Scott, and Boyd are standing there, shocked by the news. 

“Trecherous snake,” Deaton sneers. 

Stiles kneels on the ground, hunched over as he speaks to Derek. “My name is Stiles Stilinski. I did it to save my father.” 

“High treason!” Deaton yells. 

“I didn’t mean for it to go this far. Please,” Stiles whimpers. 

Deaton gets into Stiles' face and speaks loudly, “Ultimate dishonor.” Stiles winces at the words. 

“It was the only way. Please, you have to believe me. I wouldn’t ever do anything to cause you harm. Derek, please.” Stiles says with tears in his eyes. He knows crying won’t do much, but he can’t help himself. 

“Hmph, Captain? What shall we do?” Deaton says to Derek. 

Derek walks over to Roscoe and takes the sword out of the scabbard. Roscoe rears back, getting upset at the situation unfolding. 

Deaton turns to the soldiers by Roscoe. “Restrain him,” he says sharply. 

Scott, Boyd, and Jackson rush towards Stiles. “Noooo!” they all shout. 

Deaton puts his hands up to stop the three from proceeding further. “You know the law.” 

“Derek…” Stiles softly says, trying to plead for the man to listen. 

Derek stands over Stiles. Stiles can’t help but look up at Derek, and he bows his head in anticipation. Derek lifts the sword high above his head and throws it down in front of Stiles. “You know I don’t care that you’re an Omega, I care that you lied. A life for a life. My debt is repaid.” Derek turns and walks in the direction of Triskelion City. 

“Move out!” he shouts at the troops. 

Deaton walks up to Derek with a shocked look on his face. “But you can’t just…” 

“I said, ‘Move out!’” Derek growled as his eyes flashed red. 

The troops follow Derek towards Triskelion City, leaving Stiles behind with Roscoe, Theo, and Cri-Kee.

 Stiles is sitting, shivering with tears streaming down his face. 

Roscoe takes his blanket and wraps it around Stiles with his mouth and sits behind him. His warmth was steady and grounding for Stiles. 

Nearby, Cri-Kee lights a fire with twigs, hoping to get some warmth. When he doesn’t get warm, he moves under the blanket wrapped around Stiles. 

Theo walks towards Stiles carrying a stick. “I was this close, this close to impressing the ancestors, getting the top shelf, an entourage. Man, all my fine work.” 

“I should never have left home,” Stiles says while sniffling. 

“Eh, come on, you wanted to save your father’s life. Who knew you’d end up shaming him, disgracing your ancestors, and losing all your friends? You know, you just gotta, you gotta learn to let these things go,” Theo says, looking up as if he was going to cry. 

“Maybe I didn’t go for my father. Maybe what I really wanted was to prove I could do things right. So when I looked in the mirror, I’d see someone worthwhile. But I was wrong. I see nothing,” Stiles mumbles as more tears fall down his face. He picks up his helmet and looks at his reflection. When he doesn’t like what he sees, he throws it down. 

Theo reaches for the helmet and picks it up. He spits on it and cleans it up till it shines. “Well, that's because this just needs a little spit, that's all.  Let me shine this up for ya. I can see you, look at you, you look so pretty.” Theo looks up and sees that Stiles is not cheered up by his actions. 

“The truth is, we're both frauds. Your ancestors never sent me; they don't even like me.  I mean, you risked your life to help people you love.  I risked your life to help myself.  At least you had good intentions,” Theo explains. Stiles offers him a smile.

Cri-Kee jumps on top of the helmet and begins to bawl. “Chirp, Chirp, Chirp.” 

Theo looks at Cri-Kee with wide, surprised eyes. “What!?  What do you mean you're not lucky?  You lied to me?” Cri-Kee nods his head. Theo turns to Roscoe, “And what are you? A sheep?

Stiles sighs as he gets up. “I’ll have to face my father sooner or later. Let’s go home.” 

Theo nods as he follows. “Yeah, this ain't gonna be pretty.  But, don't you worry, 'kay?  Things'll work out.  We started this thing together, and that's how we'll finish.” Theo hugs Stiles. When they pull apart, Stiles smiles. “I promise, Stiles.” 

Down below them, Deucalion’s hands pop out of the snow as his falcon flies over the avalanche site. He gets up and glances around. “Rrrrrrraaaaaaaaahhh!” he screams. Kali, Ennis, Ethan, and Aiden pop out of the snow and join him in screaming before heading towards Triskelion City. 

Stiles looks and sees them. He gasps before grabbing his sword. He mounts Roscoe and heads out following the Alpha pack to Triskelion City. 

Theo points in the opposite direction, “ Home is that way!” He sighs loudly, knowing that Stiles is about to do something stupid. 

“ I have to do something,” Stiles says as if it’s the only solution. 

Theo shakes his head. “Did you see those Huns!? They popped out of the snow, like daisies!” He almost died once already; he didn’t want to do it again. 

“Are we in this together or not?” Stiles asks him, even though he was guiding Roscoe in the direction of Triskelion City. Cri-Kee chirps in agreement. 

“Well, let's go kick some Huny buns!” Theo says as he jumps on Roscoe and utters fighting words as they ride off to Triskelion City. “Woo hoo!” 

Derek and the troops make their way into Triskele City. 

Fireworks explode in a burst of color above their heads. Kites soared, training ribbons of silk as a parade swelled around them. Drummers thundered a beat through the streets, flutists piped triumphantly, and acrobats flipped in dazzling arcs. 

“Make way for the heroes of Triskele,” a parade cried, waving the crowd aside. 

Derek led the procession on horseback. Behind him, Scott, Boyd, and Jackson wore solemn faces-hardly the look of victorious warriors. 

From the edge of the crowd, Stiles rode in on Roscoe, heart pounding from the adrenaline. His eyes scanned the scene until they locked on Derek. 

As he rides up to Derek, he calls out, “ Derek! ” 

Derek gives Stiles a surprised look. “ Stiles? ” 

Stiles pulled Roscoe alongside Derek. “The Alpha pack is alive, they’re in the city. 

“You don’t belong here, Stiles,,” Derek grumbles, turning away. “Go home.” 

Stiles growls under his breath. He scowls at Derek as he redirects Roscoe to the other side of him. “Derek, I saw them in the mountains. You have to believe me,” he softly says. 

Derek’s jaw tightened. “Why should I? You’ve already lied to me once.” 

Stiles sighs loudly before blocking Derek’s horse. “Why else would I come back? You said you’d trust Stuart. Why is Stiles any different?” 

Derek’s eyes shift to red. “It’s a good thing Stuart isn’t real.” His voice turned cold. “Like I said, my debt is paid,” Derek sneers as he turns his horse and rides around Stiles and goes forward. 

Stiles watches him go, eyes burning with tears. He turns to Scott, Boyd, and Jackson. “Keep your eyes open. I know they’re here.” Stiles rides off and stops near the palace entrance. He dismounts from Roscoe and runs into the palace yard. 

“Now, where are you going?” Theo questions Stiles. 

“To find someone who will believe me,” Stiles said over his shoulder before running into the palace yard. 

The parade procession stops in front of the Queen on the steps of the palace. Queen Talia stands tall in a scarlet regal dress looking composed and poised. Derek dismounts from his horse and climbed the steps with Deaton at his side.

Deaton stands next to Derek and presents Queen Talia the sword of Deucalion. 

Behind Derek, the wolf dancers stop. A palace worker strikes the gong. The festive noise fell instantly into reverent silence. 

Queen Talia stepped forward, voice full of pride. “My children, heaven's smiles down upon the Hale Kingdom. All of Triskele will sleep safely tonight thanks to our brave warriors.” 

The crowd erupts into cheers as music swelled, flags waved, and confetti rained down. 

Meanwhile, Stiles pushed his way through the crowd. He approaches a man, he rests his hand on his shoulder. “Sir, the Queen is in danger!” The man shrugs Stiles off, ignoring him. “The Alpha Pack is here!” Stiles continues as he becomes agitated. He walks up to another man in the crowd. “Please, you have to help me.” Again Stiles was ignored. 

Stiles turns toward Theo. “No one will listen!” 

Theo looks up at Stiles. “Huh? Oh, I’m sorry, did you say something.” 

Stiles gives Theo a look with pure irritation. “ Theo! ” he says raising his voice. 

“Hey, you’re an Omega again, remember?” Theo explains. 

Stiles clenched his fist, jaw tightening. All around him the crowd kept cheering, blissfully unaware that danger was already within their walls. 

“Your, Majesty, I present to you the sword of Deucalion,” Derek says as he kneels before the Queen, his mother. 

 Queen Talia places a hand over her heart, her voice filled with warmth and sorry. “I know what this means to you, Captain Hale. I am proud of you son, I know your uncle would have been very proud too,” Queen Talia shares with a sad smile. 

As Derek rises to hand her the sword, a sudden screech pierces the sky. 

Out of nowhere Deucalion’s falcon swoops down and takes the sword as Derek hands it to the Queen. The falcon rises above the roof and drops the sword to Deucalion whose hiding among the shadows. 

Gasps ripple through the crowd as Deucalion steps into the light as he catches the sword. 

“Deucalion,” Derek breathes. 

Before anyone can react, all 4 of Deucalion's men step out from behind the dragon. They ran at Derek, knocking him down before seizing the Queen and knocking her crown off. Ennis and Kali carry Queen Talia into the Palace. Ethan closes the palace doors while Aiden raises a bow to ensure there are no rescue attempts. 

Derek bolts up and runs towards the closing doors. “No!” he yells. Not only is this the Queen of Triskele, but this is also his mother. He starts looking around, trying to find another way in. He knew what Deucalion and the Alpha Pack were capable of. 

Jackson beckons the other soldiers. “Come on.” 

Derek reaches the palace doors as they close with the Alpha Pack inside. He bows his head in defeat. It was another time he failed his family. He was so close yet so far away. 

“Ha, ha, ha, ha. Yet again you fail, Captain Hale. Or do you prefer Prince Derek?” Deucalion said with a sinister laugh. 

Derek ignored Deucalion as him and his soldiers pick up a big stone statute and use it as a battering ram. They keep trying but are unsuccessful. 

Stiles sees the group and mutters out loud to himself, “They’ll never reach the Queen in time.” He looks at the columns and runs to Derek and the others. He whistles to catch their attention. “Hey guys, I’ve got an idea.” Stiles runs around to the right side of the palace towards the columns. 

“Be an Alpha. We must be swift as the coursing river. Be an Alpha. With all the force of a great typhoon. Be an Alpha. With all the strength of a raging fire. Mysterious as the dark side of the moon.” 

Jackson, Boyd, and Scott exchange a knowing look. They dropped the statue and followed Stiles. Derek looks at them astonished. 

Around the corner Jackson, Scott, and Boyd begin taking off their armor and put on Omega garb. Once they finished changing they take out their sashes and prepare to shimmy up the columns. 

Derek arrives to where they are and taps Stiles on the shoulder. He takes off his cape and wraps it around the column to show that he was coming along. He looks overto Stiles and offers him a small nod.

They all shimmy up the columns- together . 

Ennis and Kali drag Queen Talia onto the high balcony of the palace, her crown lost, but her regal bearing still intact despite the rough treatment.

Suddenly, a shadow drops from above as Deucalion lands smoothly on the stone flore, a wicked grin spreading across his face. 

“Boo,” Deucalion sneers, the word slipping out like venom as he steps into view beside the Queen. 

He turns to Kali and Ennis. “Guard the door.” The two nod as the walk off to the doors. 

Deaucalion circles Queen Talia slowly. “Your walls and armies have fallen, and now it’s your turn. Bow to me. ” Deucalion demands. 

Kali and Ennis come down the stairs joining Ethan and Aiden. Stiles watches them from around the corner. He turns to the group and whispers, “Okay, any questions?” 

Jackson looks down at himself and puts his hands on his hips. “Does this dress make me look fat?” Stiles rolls his eyes ad slaps him on the chest.  “Ow.” Jackson whimpers as he rubs his chest. 

Stiles nods his head causing the others to walk out with her. They all put smiles on their face and giggle, trying to act like an Omega. They grab their fans and flutter them around. 

“Who’s there?” Ennis asks. 

“Omega’s,” Ethan says as he lowers Ennis’ sword. 

“Ugly Omegas,” Ennis says. 

Scott waves his fan dainty. He turns to Jackson and whispers, “Oh, he’s so cute.” 

Ennis waves back with a smile. He’s shocked someone thinks he’s cute even if  the Omega is quite unattractive. Kali elbows him snapping him out of Scott’s spell. 

An apple slips from beneath Scott’s dress. He pulls the dress out and turns so the Alpha Pack members don’t see the loss of his fake Omega figure. 

Derek sighs as he puts his head down into his hands. “Aww, come one.” Out of the corner of Derek’s eyes he sees Deucalion’s hawk. It opens it’s mouth and starts squawking. 

Theo stands above it and singes off all his feathers with his fire breathing. “That’s what I call barbecue chicken.” Cri-Kee rolls on his back in laughter.  The stunned hawk stands there shocked, unable to do anything. 

Ennis picks up the apple and offers it back to Scott with a smirk. 

Scott, Jackson, and Boyd reach into their disguises and pull out the fruits they were using to imitate an Omega’s chest. 

Without missing a beat, Boyd hefts a watermelon above his head and smashes it down onto Ennis and Kali, cracking it open and sending the rind flying. Dazed and confused, Ennis and Kali stagger, only for Boyd to grab their heads and slam them together with a loud thud. The two collapse on to the floor, groaning in pain. 

At the same time, Scott jams an apple into Aiden’s mouth, muffling the Alpha from shouting. With a quick pivot, Scott kicked his foot into Aiden’s chest, sending him sprawling backwards. 

Jackson lunges forward, pulling Ethan into a headlock and twisting him around. He gains the upperhand and hurls Ethan into a pillar with a loud cracking, leaving him unconscious. 

“Derek, go!” Stiles shouts. 

Without hesitation, the Alpha darts from behind the corner, he charges through the door and sprints up the stairs, determination blazing in his eyes. 

“I tire of your arrogance Talia,” Deucalion yells as he shoves his sword at the Queens throat. “Bow. To. Me!” he demands. The pair are standing on the balcony overlooking everyone at the Hale Palace. 

“No matter how the wind howls, the mountain cannot bow to it.” Talia calmly explains. She stands proud, unable to feel any fear for the man holding a sword to her neck. 

Deucalion draws back his sword, ready to strike the Queen. “Then you will kneel in pieces.”

Before Deucalion could strike Queen Talia, Derek burst onto the balcony, just up in time to block the deadly blow with his own sword. He swings again, but Deucalion grabs Derek and throws him towards the ledge. Swiftly Derek grabs onto a column and flies over the edge and uses that momentum to swing back and kick Deucalion hard in the chest. The force causes Deucalion to fall to the ground. 

Without pausing, Derek uses this time to tackle Deucalion and punch him. As Derek raises his fist again Deucalion grabs him and rolls over forcing Derek on his back and underneath Deucalion. Thinking fast Derek drives his knee to hit Deucalion before hitting him in the head. He forces Deucalion onto his back and grabs his arms and pulls them behind his back, holding him in place. 

Stiles, Boyd, Jackson, and Scott come rushing in. “Boyd, get the Queen,” Stiles says. 

Boyd rushes over to Queen Talia and bows, “Sorry, your Majesty.”  He gently lifts her up and goes to Stiles who is standing by the rope that is attached to the column in the balcony. Boyd uses his sash as a pulley and rides down the rope safely to the ground. 

Deucalion stands there watching the Queen disappear. “No!” he screams. In a fit of anger Deucalion elbows Derek in the face before headbutting him and throwing him to the ground. Derek falls limp. Stiles watches Derek and then looks over the edge to see Scott and Jackson on the ground. 

“Come on!” Jackson yells as he motions for Stiles to follow him. Stiles hesitates, glancing back at Derek and gives him a worried look. 

Deucalion starts to walk towards Stiles and the rope. Stiles’s gaze darts back at Deucalion and the rope, he spots Deucalion sword. Thinking quickly, Stiles snatches Deucalion’s sword and cuts the taught rope. 

Deucalion lunges forward, desperately reaching to grab the falling rope but is unsuccessful. With Deucalion looking down at the rope that is no longer there, Stiles runs to Derek’s side. 

Below them the crowd erupts into cheers. 

“No!” Deucalion screams. He looks that the crowd and realizes he can’t find the Queen among the throng of people. “Yrraaaaaahhhhh!” he screams, seething. Deucalion turns and looks back and sees Stiles looking concerned, holding Derek tight. He pulls out his sword that Stiles wedged into the column and heads towards the two. 

Derek, finally awake notices the leader of the Alpha Pack approaching, puts his arm in front of Stiles to protect him from the deranged Alpha in front of them. He motions for Stiles to run away as he takes out his knife. Stiles slides away, trying to come up with a new plan. 

Deucalion saunters up to Derek and knocks away his knife and slaps him hard across the face. He grabs Derek by his shirt collar. “You, you took away my victory,” he seethes. Derek scrunches his nose at the smell of the man’s breath. 

Stiles shoe hits Deucalion in the head before bouncing back to his feet. Deucalion turns towards him. “No! I did!” Stiles defiantly said. He pulls his hair up to look like he did when he was a soldier. 

“The soldier from the mountains,” Deucalion mutters. He drops Derek and starts after Stiles as he’s putting back on the shoe that he threw. 

Stiles sprints off down the stairs and through the doors to the balcony. He closes the door with the latch falling into place behind him. He leans up against the door, trying to catch his breath. Deucalion punches a hole in one door with his fist. Stiles runs away from the doors and down the corridor. Stiles sees Theo riding Deucalion’s falcon like a horse. 

“So what’s the plan?” Theo asks. 

Stiles gives him a sheepish look as he says, “Ummmm.” 

“You don’t have a plan?!” Theo yells. 

“Hey! I’m making this up as I…” Stiles says as he looks around. He looks out the window and spies the firework tower. “Go.” 

Theo looks where Stiles is looking and nods his head. “I’m way ahead of you. C’mon Cri-Kee.” Theo says as he and Cri-Kee hop onto a kite and use the wings to soar towards the firework tower. 

Deucalion breaks through the doors, sword siwning in a wild frenzy. Each furious strike sends sparks flying and splinters exploding as he advances on Stiles. 

Stiles, hear pouding, stays light on his feet. Weaving and ducking just in time to avoid each deadly swing. Spotting a nearby column, he bolts toward it and scrambles up, trying to seek higher ground. 

With a snarl, Deucalion roars and swings his sword at the base of the column. The stone shatters under the force, sending the entire structure tipping forward. 

Stiles screams as the column crashes through the outer wall. He clings to the swaying beam, then gathers his courage and leaps. His hands grasp an awning just in time, leaving him dangling above the courtyard. 

Breathing hard, Stiles glances to his right and spots Theo at the firework tower, preparing to help take down Deucalion. “Citizens, I need firepower,” Theo asks the soldier guarding the firework tower. 

“Who are you?” A Hale soldier asks. 

Theo stands atop the tower, arms spread wise as the kite wings unfold behind him making him look like Batman. With a deep voice, he says, “You’re worst nightmare.” 

The two soldiers freeze, eyes wide in terror, before they could scream they flee the tower. 

“On the roof!” A man from the crowd yells. 

“Look!” Another screams

Stiles lines up where she is standing with the fireworks tower across the way. Deucalion breaks through the roof behind Stiles, surprising him. Stiles backs away and search for something on his person to use against Deucalion. He finds his hand, takes it out and opens it. 

“It looks  like you’re out of ideas,” Deucalion says while smirking. He lunges forward with his sword. Stiles dodges to the right and lets the sword go right throug the fan. He closes it on the sword and twist it with both hands so Deucalion loses his grip. The sword goes flying toward Stiles. He catches it by the handle. 

“Not quite,” Stiles says while smirking. He turns to Theo. “Ready, Theo?” 

Theo stands behind Deucalion tied to a large rocket firework. “I’m ready, baby,” he says as he blows fire onto the stick and hands the stick to Cri-Kee who’se standing on the firework. “Light me!” Theo says as Cri-Kee lights the fuse. 

Deucalion advances on Stiles, eyes burning with fury. Thinking fast, Stiles plants the sword on the ground and uses it as a lever, launching himself forward. He kicks Deucalion square in the chest, then spins and sweeps his legs out from under him. Deucalion crashes to the ground with a heavy thud. Without hesitating, Stiles snatches the sword and drives it down onto his cape. 

At that exact moment, Theo’s ignited rocket tears through the air, a flaming streak heading straight toward them. 

Stiles drops flat on his back, chest heaving, the edge of the roof digging into his side. Deucalion twists, eyes going wide as he sees the rocket heading towards him. He tries to scramble away but the pinned caper holds him in place. 

The rocket hits Deucalion square in the stomach, propelling him towards the firework tower. He flails wildly as he hurled across the sky, straight into the firework tower. 

Stiles jumps back up to the crest of the roof and runs away from the firework tower grabbing Theo and Cri-Kee. “Get off the roof, get off the roof, get off the roof,” Stiles chants while running. 

The rocket that holds Deucalion rides into the firework tower causing masses of explosions and fireworks to fly everywhere. 

Stiles eyes widen at the explosion. He jumps near the edge of the roof. Propelled by the explosion, he grabs onto a lantern that is hanging on a taught rope and starts to slide down. He looks down and releases his grip on the lantern so he lands on the back of Derek causing the two to fall to the ground. 

A split second later, Deucalion's sword plunges into the dirt beside the pair with a heavy thud.  

Theo lands on his butt, skidding on the ground a few times. “Ah ha ha ha ha,” he groans as he catches Cri-Kee. “You are a lucky bug,” he says to Cri-Kee. 

“This was a deliberate attempt on my life,” Deaton exclaims as he walks down the stairs in a tattered outfit that’s slightly burned. “Where is he? Now he’s done it. What a mess.” Derek and the other troops push Stiles behind them to protect him from Deaton. “Stand aside, that creature’s not worth protecting,” Deaton says to Derek.

“He’s a hero,” Derek growls. 

Deaton rolls his eyes. “Tis an Omega. He will never be worth anything.” 

Derek’s eyes flash scarlet. “Listen you pompous-” He seethes before getting interrupted by his mother. 

“That is enough!” Queen Talia says as she gracefully walks down the steps.

“Mom, I can explain,” Derek pleads. 

Talia motions for Derek to stand aside. Derek and his troops part giving the Queen a clear path to Stiles. The Omega steps forward and bows before the Queen. Deaton looks at him with a sinister look as he waits to write down the words of the Queen. 

“I’ve heard a great deal about you, Stiles Stilinski. You stole your father’s armor, ran away from home, impersonated a soldier, deceived your commanding officer, dishonored the Hale (Triskele) Army, destryoed my palace, and…you have saved all of Triskele,” Talia shares as she bows to Stiles. 

Deaton looks a the Queen, astonished at what she said before he falls before Stiles. Derek, Jackson, Scott, and Boyd follow suit. Stiles looks up and turns around hardly believing what he sees as the entire Triskele population within the palace grounds on the ground, bowing to him. Even Roscoe, Theo, and Cri-Kee bow to him. 

“My little baby’s all grown up and savin’ Triskele,” Theo says tearfully. He turns to Cri-Kee and asks, “You have a tissue?” 

“Deaton,” Talia calls out. 

“Yes? You excellency?” Deaton asks. 

“See to it that this Omega is made a member of my council,” she exclaims with pride in her voice. 

“A member of your coun…” Deaton mutters to himself before realizing what the Queen says. “What? But there are no council positions open, your Majesty,” he stutters to the Queen. 

Talia turns to Stiles. “Very well then, you can have his job,” she says to Stiles while pointing at Deaton. 

“What? …My…” he mutters while wobbling before fainting. 

Stiles smiles brightly at the Queen and bows. “With all due respect, your Excellency. I have been away from home long enough.” 

Talia smiles kindly at him. She takes off her pendant. “Then take this, so your family will know what you have done for me. And this,” she says as she hands him the sword of Deucalion. “So the world will know what you have done for Triskele.”

Stiles takes the gift before quickly hugging the Queen. 

“Is he allowed to do that?” Jackson asks the others. Derek, Scott, and Boyd shrug, not sure if it’s allowed. 

Stiles walks away from the Queen and is embraced by Jackon and Scott. Boyd comes up and lifts the three of them off the ground in a massive bear hug. After a few minutes Boyd lets them all back to the ground. Stiles walks towards Derek and stops in front of him. As Derek begins to speak, Stiles smiles anticipating something good is going to happen. 

“Um…You…You fight good,” Derek stumbles. 

Stiles smile falters. “Oh, thank you.” He puts his head down and walks towards Roscoe. 

Derek turns towards Stiles and grunts with disappointment in himself. “Hmm.” he hums feeling defeated. 

Stiles mounts Roscoe and then says, “Roscoe, let’s go home.” Roscoe jumps down the steps and gallops on the flat part of the stair case back to the ground level. The crowd erupts in cheers at the amazing warrior. 

The Queen approaches Derek and clears her throat. 

“The flower that blooms in adversity is the most rare and beautiful of all,” Talia shares with her son.
“Mom?” Derek asks dumbfounded. 

Talia rolls her eyes and places her crown back on her head. “You don’t meet an Omega like that ev’ry dynasty.” She then proceeds to gracefully walk back up the steps to her palace. 

Stiles finally arrives home. He sees his father sitting beneath the Magnolia tree. A blossom falls and lands on his leg. Stiles appears at the threshold and moves towards his father. Noah notices him and starts to stand. 

“Stiles,” Noah says with tears in his eyes. 

Stiles quickly moves in front of his father and kneels so NOah is able to sit back down. “Dad, I brought you the sword of Deucalion,” he says as he hands over the sword. “And the crest of the Queen,” he continues as he brings out the crest and gives it to Noah. Stiles bows his head. “They’re gifts to honor the Stilinski family.” 

Noah takes the gifts and throws them on the ground beside him. Stiles looks at him with a confused look. Noah opens his arms, offering a hug to his precious son. “The greatest gift and honor, is having you for a son.” Noah reaches up and wipes away Stiles tears. He brings Stiles into a big hug and whispers, “I’ve missed you so.” 

Stiles sniffles. “I’ve missed you too Dad.” 

From the doorway Claudia and Grandma Stiliski watch them with smiles on their faces. “Ahhh,” Claudia sighs. 

“Great, he brings home a sword. If you ask me he should have brough home an Al–” Grandma Stilinski says before stopping when she sees Derek. 

“Excuse me, does Stiles Stilinski live here?” Derek asks as he arrives in front of the two. 

Grandma Stilinski’s mouth stays open as she and Claudia point toward Stiles. Derek walks toward Stiles and Noah. 

“Woo, sign me up for the next war.” Grandma Stilinski sighs as she waves a hand in her face to fan herself. 

Derek approaches the two sitting under the Magnolia tree. He bows before Noah and speaks with the utmost confidence. “Honorable Noah Stilinski I–Stiles.” Stiles stands up at Derek’s statement. “Uh…Uh…You forgot your helmet,” he says with insecurity filling his voice. “Ah but well, actually it’s your helmet, isn’t it?...” he continues as he hands the helmet toward Noah. “I mean…” 

Noah motions with his hand for Stiles to take over. Stiles grabs the helmet that Derek was holding out. “Would you like to stay for dinner?” Stiles asks hopeful. 

“Would you like to stay forever?” Grandma Stilinski asks from the doorway. Stiles shakes his head with a smile on his face from Grandma Stilinski’s statement. 

Derek grins. “Dinner would be great.” 

The first ancestor grins happily as he looks at the scene through the temple window. He watches Stiles hand the helmet back to Noah. Theo climbs up to the wind sill by the First Ancetors head. 

“Come on, who did a good job? Come on, tell me who did a good job.” Theo says with a wide grin. 

The first ancestor hesitantly says, “Oh, all right. You can be a guardian again.” 

“Yeeeeeaaahhhh,” Theo yells as he runs to his post. 

Minutes later Theo lands on the steps outside the temple. Stiles walks up to him and rest beside him on the steps. 

“Thanks, Theo,” Stiles softly says before kissing Theo on the forehead. 

The End.

Extra: 

“Thank you for a wonderful dinner. You must give me the recipe,” Derek tells Claudia. 

The woman blushes at the Alpha’s statement. She nods her head eagerly before getting up and grabbing a pen and paper. “Of course, dear. Let me write this down,” she tells him. 

“He’ll get it later, Mom. We’re going to go talk in my room,” Stiles says as he drags Derek away from the table. Stiles giggles as Derek stumbles after him. Carefully walking up a flight of stairs the pair makes it up to Stiles room. The Omega gently opens the door and then pulls Derek into it. Closing the door softly Stiles makes his way to his bed. He pats the spot next to him and gives Derek a flirtatious smile. 

Derek gulps before swiftly walking over to Stiles. He carefully sits down and puts his hands on his thighs, rubbing them to get the sweat off of them. He breaths in and out before turning to look at the beautiful Omega in front of him. 

“So…thank you for returning the helmet,” Stiles says as his cheeks flush a perfect rosy color. 

Derek nods eagerly. “Of course, I wouldn’t want you to be without it,” he says as he scratches his head. He could easily talk to Stuart so why is he having issues talking with Stiles. 

“Do I make you nervous?” Stiles asks as his beautiful doe eyes shine as he stares at Derek. 

Derek blushes and sputters. “Well…no…maybe…I-I…” he stutters. He sighs heavily and puts his head in his hands. 

Stiles laughs and places a hand on his back and it, trying to soothe the Alpha next to him. “You hardly had this problem with Stuart. Why is Stiles so different? Is it because I’m an Omega?” he questions Derek. 

“No! No. Absolutely not. I don’t care that you’re an Omega,” Derek calmly explains. “I had a hard time when you were Stuart as well but I had to focus on training so it was easier.” 

“Did I do something wrong?” Stiles asked. He wracked his brain for what he could have possibly done. The poor Omega was about to send himself into a panic attack, trying to figure out what he did to the most attractive and kindest Alpha he’s ever met. 

Derek drops to the floor and kneels in front of Stiles. “You did nothing wrong. Never think that. It is me, who did something wrong,” Derek says as he places his hands on Stiles thighs. Stiles placed his hands atop of Derek’s trying to silently urge him to continue. “From the moment I saw you, you took my breath away. You were the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen,” Derek said while looking at Stiles adoringly. “When I got a whiff of you scent, my heart dropped. I couldn’t believe you were an Alpha. I mean there isn’t anything wrong with an Alpha liking another Alpha it’s just  never happened to me,” he sighs heavily. “I thought maybe if I treated you like a friend, my feelings would go away but they never did. And then, you got hurt and I didn’t control my emotions.” 

Stiles sniffed at Derek’s statements. He hated that he had to deceive Derek and the others but he was willing to do whatever it took to protect his father. “I’m so sorry for lying to you. I wanted to tell you, I swear.” 

Derek shushed Stiles. He rubs his thumb over Stiles bottom lip. “When you were kneeling on the ground, my heart broke. And then you whimpered, and it tore down all my walls. I was ready to grab you and never let you go but I was also blinded by my rage. I understand why you did it but I couldn’t see it at the time.” 

Stiles grabbed Derek’s wrist and placed a kiss on the inner part. “Do you think you can forgive me?” Stiles asks as as a tear slides down his face. 

Derek leans forward and smashes their lips together. After Stiles gets over the shock he eagerly kisses back. Derek growls and crawls up Stiles body. Stiles can’t help the soft mewl that slips past his mouth. Derek purrs when Stiles lets him take full and utter control of the kiss. After a few minutes Derek pulls away, he looks lovingly at Stiles and his red puffy lips. He leans in to place one more peck before saying, “In case it wasn’t clear, I am so in love with you. I don’t care if your Stuart or Stiles, I just want you. Please tell me, I can have you.” 

Stiles giggles, unable to contain his emotions. “I love you too. I promise no more secrets.” Derek grins before kissing Stiles again. Stiles wraps his arms around Derek’s neck and moans into the kiss. The little Omega feels himself getting excited as slick starts to leak from his hole. He wonders if the Alpha would make him feel as good as kissing him feels. 

Derek groans into the kiss before hesitantly pulls away. “We shouldn’t go any further. I want to properly court you. Please, let me do things right. Let me prove I’m a worthy Alpha,” Derek pleads as he looks down at the precious boy. 

Stiles face flushes, unable to stop his emotions he leans in to kiss Derek hard. “I really want that Alpha. I want to be your Omega.” Stiles would be willing to do whatever he needed to in order to make Derek his Alpha. The boy craved him so much. 

Derek gasps at Stiles comment. He doesn’t say anything beside nod his head like an idiot. He leans down and kisses Stiles senseless. “Baby, we should stop, I want to do things right before I knot that perfect ass of yours,” Derek groans into Stiles mouth. 

Stiles mewls loudly. He gives Derek a sultry look. Derek takes a moment because he feels like he could bust in his pants from how fuckable and debauched Stiles look. To make matters worse Stiles whispers to him, “Maybe I don’t want you to do things right? Maybe I want you to knot me, mate me, fuck me so good, right here and right now.” Derek’s eyes flash red and he dives down and starts devouring the little Omega. 

If Stiles moans turned breathier and Derek groans turned into deep growls then that’s their business and no one elses. It’s also no one’s business if they faintly hear something (a bed) thumping against a wall repeatedly. All that can be said is that the rest of the Stilinski family thank the heavens for soundproof rooms. 

Fin.