Work Text:
Stetalion || Teen Wolf || Stetalion || Unsanctioned Imprisonment || Stetalion || Teen Wolf || Stetalion
Title: Unsanctioned Imprisonment – Mischief Mondays Series
TW Disclaimer: All rights reserved to Jeff Davis and MTV. This fanfiction on the other hand is entirely mine. No money is made with this, though reviews are more than welcomed.
Tags: m/m/m, polyamory, s05e05: A Novel Approach, Erica Lives, Boyd Lives, Good Alpha Pack, Magic Council, Spark Stiles, hurt/comfort, fluff, m/f
Main Pairing: Deucalion/Peter/Stiles
Side Pairings: Boyd/Erica, Ennis/Kali
Teen Wolf Characters: Mieczysław 'Stiles' Stilinski, Peter Hale, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd, Deucalion Blackwood, Ethan Steiner, Aiden Steiner, Kali, Ennis, Marin Morrell, Noah Stilinski
Summary: When Stiles realizes that they put Peter into Eichen House, he knows he can’t break Peter out alone. So he calls the Magic Council, specifically the Blackwood Pack, for backup.
Unsanctioned Imprisonment
Mischief Mondays Series
Usually, when Scott said he ‘handled’ a threat, that meant said threat had gotten a stern talking to and been sent on their way out of town. So imagine Stiles’ absolute horror when he realized that, in the special case of Peter Hale, handling the threat apparently meant sending the man to Eichen House. Of all of the possible places. Eichen House. After what Stiles and Malia had gone through in that place? Stiles was shaking as he gripped the steering wheel tightly.
He didn’t know what to do. He generally didn’t know what to do anymore these days. Closing his eyes, he bent forward and rested his forehead against the steering wheel. His shoulder throbbed with the bite from Donovan, reminding him of all the other things he didn’t know how to solve. Donovan. Theo. Dread Doctors. Nobody was listening to him, not even being fucking cautious. He wasn’t even asking for blind trust and condemnation solely based on his gut-feeling, but how did… how did nobody in his pack even remain at least cautious toward Theo? No, instead, he got to help, Scott shared all their information with the guy. There should be a scale, between utter distrust and best buddies, and his pack should trust him enough… His pack should trust him.
But then Scott hadn’t felt the need to tell him he put Peter into the torture house. Stiles jolted upright, anger giving him another boost of energy. He needed to get Peter out of there. He didn’t know how and he didn’t know who to trust, but he knew he needed to get Peter out. Nobody deserved to be locked up in Eichen House, Stiles could say that very confidently because he had been locked up in there and it was in his top three of most horrific experiences of his life.
(Which sounded like it wasn’t so bad, but to be fair, his life sucked and most people couldn’t rank things like ‘my mom tried to drown me as a child’ or ‘I was possessed by a chaos demon that tried to kill me and everyone I loved’. So, top three, still very horrible bad experience.)
He wished he wasn’t alone. He wished he had someone he could rely on. He wished there was someone left who trusted Peter. But Cora was back in Mexico, Derek had stayed there to join his sister for good this time too, after he’d died and achieved full-shift. Deuc… Deuc and the Blackwood Pack were on whatever new mission the Magic Council had sent them onto.
Peter had called them, when they had faced the Darach. The Magic Council that oversaw the secret supernatural society in North America, with their Alpha Pack enforcers, who made sure their secret was kept and their laws were upheld. Because supernaturally motivated crimes could hardly be tried by a regular judge. There still needed to be consequences though and those shouldn’t automatically be death either. Supernaturals with problems could call the Magic Council for aid.
Derek had been too young when Laura took him away and cut them out of that society, so he hadn’t known how to contact the council when they were dealing with Peter, the Argents and the kanima. But after Peter’s resurrection, when he was on their side, he contacted an ‘old acquaintance’ (which Stiles very quickly had realized meant ‘they used to fuck like bunnies’) – and Deucalion Blackwood and his pack came to town to help them. A whole pack of Alphas, Stiles had been so intrigued by that. Apparently, they mostly formed around Alphas who lost their own packs, but they often added new members who started as Betas and gained Alpha-status through taking out feral Alphas, which was one of the duties of Alpha Packs. Take care of dangerous threats.
Boyd and Erica had gained Alpha status that way, after they’d left town with the Blackwood Pack. Because the Hale Pack fell apart and unlike Isaac, both Boyd and Erica didn’t want to join Scott’s pack, largely due to Allison being the Alpha Mate of that pack. They chose to leave. Stiles missed them. Gerard’s torture basement had forged them together and the months spent battling the Darach, but… They left and that was for the better for them.
Stiles missed the rest of the pack too.
Marin had started teaching him about his magic during all of this and had become a mentor to Stiles. He’d spent a lot of time with Boyd, Erica, Ethan and Aiden hanging out. Ennis would ruffle his hair and cook ridiculously large meals for the whole pack, always insisting on giving Stiles extra because he thought Stiles was skinny (which wasn’t exactly wrong, he really had visibly lost a lot of weight ever since this supernatural disaster had started…). Kali wasn’t the most affectionate but she had always joined Marin and Stiles in their meditations and it felt like that was her way of being close to him. And then there was Deuc. Handsome, gorgeous, smart, strong, sophisticated, yummy Deucalion. Stiles may have developed a tiny crush there.
They left after the Darach. And then the Nogitsune happened and nobody called them back to help, because the most obvious and cleanest solution that the Magic Council would sanction was to kill the host and everyone was scrambling to save Stiles.
Since the Benefactor risked outing their secret, they had sent Braeden Morrell, on her own and undercover instead of getting an Alpha Pack involved, to not draw even more attention. She’d helped them, a lot.
Taking a shaky breath, Stiles leaned back, wincing when he hit the seat’s back with his injured shoulder. He leaned back harder, trying to ground himself in the pain. He needed to focus. His thoughts were all over the place, spiraling left and right. He needed help. The Blackwood Pack would help. At the very least, they would get Peter out of Eichen House.
/break\
Deucalion was trying to enjoy his tea. It was made unnecessary hard by the bickering of his pack. Boyd and Ennis were in the kitchen, arguing about dinner, while Erica, Ethan and Aiden were with him in the living room, but they were playing some kind of racing video game. He was near grateful when his phone rang because at least that usually quieted his pack down. The ringtone had Deucalion smile very pleased, because he hadn’t heard that in far too long.
“Hello, sweet boy,” those words got him the immediate attention of his nosy pack. “How wonderful to hear from you. You don’t usually call. What can I do for you?”
“Why’s Stiles calling you?” Erica asked, sounding a little grumpy. “He’s been real bad at texting and now you’re getting calls from him? That’s unfair.”
Deucalion rolled his eyes, feeling his pack crowding in on him. The easy smile slipped from his lips at the sound of Stiles’ ragged breath through the phone. Concern creased his eyebrows.
“I… I need your help,” Stiles’ voice sounded distressed and on the verge of panic. “I don’t know what to do. I don’t know who to ask for help. I… I need you to come back, I need-”
“Dear boy, it’s okay, I need you to calm down to explain what’s going on,” Deucalion requested, even as every muscle in his body tensed. “Is there someone with you who can go through some breathing exercises with you? Is… Is Peter nearby? He could help calm you down and explain-”
“They put him in Eichen House,” Stiles blurted out, close to a wail. “I don’t know what to do, how to get him out. He’s completely high on wolfsbane, he looked right through me. It… It scared me, Deuc. Please. I need you to come and get him out of there. I need your help. Please.”
Deucalion’s claws dug into the armrest of the couch as he had to try and breathe slow and deep. He couldn’t show his agitation, he didn’t want to upset Stiles any further. The boy was clearly already agitated enough on his own. Once he trusted his voice again, he continued.
“It’s okay. We’re on our way. We’ll be with you as fast as we can. Can you… Are you safe? Is your pack with you? I need you to stay safe until we get to you and you can explain everything.”
“I don’t…” Stiles trailed off, sounding unsure, his voice so small. “I don’t think I’m pack anymore.”
To his right, he could hear Erica growl deep in warning. Yes, Deucalion related to the sentiment.
“Can you go home? Stay with your father until we arrive?” Deucalion requested.
“Y… Yeah. Yeah, I can… Can you stay on the phone while I drive home…?”
Deucalion rubbed his face slowly. His loud, brash boy seemed to doubt himself for reasons that Deucalion couldn’t pinpoint. He wished he could call his mate, but apparently, his mate has been admitted to Eichen House, somehow. By whom, why, and how this related to Stiles’ current state of mind? Deucalion was going to find out and someone was going to suffer for it.
He could hear his pack move quickly around him, readying themselves and packing up so they could leave right away. Deucalion distracted Stiles by lightly talking about their last mission. It had gone very long, which was the reason Deucalion had to send Braeden to help against this Benefactor – Peter had called him, of course. Told him that Scott and Deaton didn’t want to call the Magic Council. Deucalion and his pack had been too tied up to come themselves, but Marin’s wife had been ready and if things went south, she would have gotten reinforcements, regardless of what the local Alpha wanted. She told him how things had gone down and informed them that she’d go on a mission with Chris Argent to hunt down his sister, who had gotten away.
Peter had kept Deucalion updated on the Nogitsune too, off the records. Deucalion would have loved to come and see their boy too, but he hadn’t wanted to draw the Council’s attention either. He knew how they usually took care of such a high-caliber possession. Deucalion couldn’t risk that, not with Stiles. After all, he had left his mate behind in Beacon Hills to keep an eye on their boy, until Stiles would graduate high school and be eighteen, so Peter and Deucalion could whisk him away together. He’d been so relieved then Peter called with the news that Stiles was saved.
It seemed that now it was time to save Peter. Or maybe even to save them both…
/break\
Deuc managed to calm Stiles down during the drive. By the time Stiles got home, he was no longer feeling as erratic. He collapsed back onto his bed and then launched into telling Deuc everything. The aftermath of the Benefactor – how Peter had challenged Scott for Alpha, which was something every Beta in a territory had a right to. But Scott won and then Peter got put into Eichen House for the attempt to usurp Scott as well as the plan that Meredith had overheard and executed.
“We are aware of Miss Walker’s part in all of this. Braeden informed us. She has been arrested, based on the evidence you all unearthed, as well as Braeden’s witness testimony,” Deucalion assured him. “Braeden and Chris went to take her in before they left for their quest to find Kate.”
“Good. Good, good, good,” Stiles nodded and rubbed his face. “Because it just, it really fucked with me. That Peter got blamed for things he thought, in his head, while he was actually out of his mind. But Meredith was getting pats on the back from everyone? Even though she decided, on her own, to execute these ridiculous plans that actually make no sense? Like, what?”
“I… had assumed that Peter needed some time to… digest this and hasn’t called me because of that. I know he likes to deal with his trauma on his own,” Deucalion sounded worried.
Right. That… made sense. Well, Stiles still didn’t really get why Peter had stayed and hadn’t left with Deuc and the pack. Stiles wished they had taken Peter with them, because then all of this wouldn’t be happening to the stubborn wolf. He would have gotten his Alpha status back through the right channels, without trying to challenge Scott.
“What happened after Braeden left, sweet boy?” Deucalion prompted gently.
Stiles tensed, but in the end, the warmth of Deucalion’s voice and the knowledge that someone was going to come to help, was maybe going to believe him, made him launch into a recount of everything that had happened since Mexico. The Dread Doctors. Theo. Even Donovan. Everything.
/break\
Deucalion was tightly wound and barely contained anger the whole flight to LAX and then the drive to Beacon Hills. The sheriff was surprised to let them in, Stiles having talked himself into a deeply exhausted sleep, laying curled together on his bed. So Deucalion had a serious and long conversation with the sheriff. Relaying everything Stiles had told him and inquiring for the sheriff’s perspective. Noah was distraught by what Deucalion said about Donovan, even more so when the wolves had smelt the infection on Stiles and Marin gently cleaned out the bite-wound on Stiles’ shoulder. Deucalion very carefully suggested to take Stiles with them to recover, not just physically but more so mentally. It seemed that Stiles had been pushed to the fringe of his pack and it had taken an immense mental toll on the young Spark.
“I didn’t…” Noah rubbed his face, looking distraught. “I didn’t know. I didn’t believe him at first either, there was no evidence. I told him to gather evidence. But… Donovan… I wish he told me.”
“I think that the fraying pack-bonds have made him… think he won’t be believed,” Deucalion said.
“I also think that it sent him into flashbacks of the Nogitsune,” Marin added seriously. “The body being gone played tricks on his mind and he clearly expressed not being sure if it had actually happened. I don’t think he has really worked through the trauma he suffered during the possession and I would personally work with him on that, if you let us take him with us.”
“I also don’t want him here while the Magic Council takes Alpha McCall and Emissary Deaton to task,” Deucalion added carefully. “I think Stiles has been through enough without that. I’m going to get my mate out of Eichen House and then we will leave and report back to the Magic Council. Clearly me and my pack can not deal with this because we’re… personally involved.”
Deucalion’s claws dug into the palms of his hands as anger for his mate washed over him. No, he needed to get out of this town before he personally tore these people’s throats out in blind revenge. And considering that he had contained himself even when getting his due justice against the very man who had actually blinded him… But then, wolves tended to be much more emotional and irrational when their mates were harmed. In this case, both of them were harmed, his Peter as well as Stiles, whom they both had chosen as their third.
“Okay,” Noah sighed, deflating. “Stiles already has enough credits to graduate. He… He wanted to graduate with the others though, that’s why he’s still in high school. He… wanted to keep the pack together, but I guess it's too late for that… I want him to get better. I know he still has nightmares about the Nogitsune, he’s playing it down, but he… needs help. It didn’t help that he nearly died in Eichen House, again. Being held captive with Lydia had set him back…”
“We’re gonna take good care of the pup,” Ennis promised. “But for now, we need to get Peter out.”
Deucalion hummed. He’d taken care of all the arrangements during the flight, talking to their representative on the Magic Council, reporting what was happening and asking for a different pack to officially be assigned the issue of an illegally run prison in a hospital, while also getting permission to extract Peter right away without having to wait.
/break\
There was blood and there were screams. Peter watched detached and tired, the wolfsbane in his veins making everything hurt and ache while also dulling his senses. Someone touched him and he instinctively flinched away, expecting the orderlies and their abuse, or their needles.
“Sh, it’s alright, my wolf, I got you, I’m getting you out of here. You’ll be safe now, my love.”
Peter blinked sluggishly, staring in confusion up at the man in front of him. He looked like Deucalion. Peter smiled faintly and closed his eyes, leaning into his mate’s strong chest and giving himself to this little fantasy. How nice it would be, if Deucalion came for him. Earlier – the other day, a week ago, he couldn’t tell – he had thought he’d seen Stiles too. What a nice thought.
/break\
Apparently, it had been decided that Stiles should go with the Blackwood Pack. He didn’t argue. He just hugged his dad tight and packed his stuff, with Ethan and Aiden helping him pack. Erica and Boyd were using the opportunity to visit their respective families before leaving.
Since Peter was in no state to fly – the wolf seemed to be staring right through Stiles, not really reacting to anything – Ennis and Kali went and bought two huge luxury campers so they could take their time as they drove back to the pack’s home with the Magic Council. Half of them could technically just fly ahead, but the pack wanted to stay together. Each camper had three sleeping areas and somehow Stiles ended up in one with Deuc, Peter, Ethan and Aiden. Somehow, Stiles ended up in bed with Peter and Deuc. The other two couples and Marin took the other camper.
“Why am I here, Demon Wolf?” Stiles asked as he curled against Deuc’s chest.
“Because we want to help you get better, sweet boy,” Deucalion whispered, one arm around Stiles.
“No, I mean here, in bed with you and your boyfriend,” Stiles clarified.
Peter made a soft noise in his sleep and snuggled closer to Deuc on the man’s other side. Stiles reached out to take Peter’s hand, giving it a gentle squeeze to soothe the wolf.
“I apologize,” Deucalion cleared his throat, sounding more sheepish than Stiles had ever heard him before. “I… find myself a little… torn with worry. I need to know both of you safe and I can’t imagine a safer place for you to be than in my arms, where I can protect you.”
“Okay,” Stiles nodded slowly. “Why am I here though. Peter is your boyfriend.”
“Mate,” Deucalion corrected fondly. “He’s my mate. And… I don’t mean to put any pressure on you, dear boy, but if you will have us, you would also be our mate. Peter stayed behind to watch over you until you’d be eighteen and graduate. I wanted to come back for the both of you then, and we wanted to ask your hand in courting. Your recovery, physically and mentally, is our priority right now, I’m not asking anything of you but to allow me to take care of you, darling.”
“Oh,” Stiles whispered, the air kind of punched out of him.
He hadn’t understood why Peter had stayed behind. If Peter and Deuc both wanted him, but Deuc had his job to get back to and the two wanted to wait for him to be eighteen and ready to leave, it made sense that Peter would stay. Peter had stayed for him. Stiles pulled the wolf’s hand closer to press a kiss to it. If Peter hadn’t stayed for him, he wouldn’t be in this state right now.
“Whatever you’re thinking, it’s not true,” Deucalion whispered gently. “You smell of guilt and misery, sweet boy. If you’re blaming yourself for what Peter has been through, please don’t. He wouldn’t blame you either. All we want is to protect you, darling.”
Stiles’ heart skipped a beat at that and he nuzzled into Deuc’s chest. He didn’t want to make any promises that he, right now, knew he wouldn’t be able to keep, but his fingers curled tightly into Deuc’s shirt. The Alpha’s chest rumbled as he pressed a kiss to the top of Stiles’ head.
/break\
It took over a week for the wolfsbane to be out of Peter’s system fully and for his mind to feel less scattered. In these days, he was only marginally aware of the things around him. Gentle kisses pressed to his face by Deuc, soft words from his mate. Stiles’ body curling against him. The pack, their pack, bustling about around them. The first real thing he registered when his mind was clear and he wandered into the kitchen was Boyd making pancakes, the smell enticing Peter and having led him downstairs in the first place. Erica sat on the counter and every now and again, Boyd would step between her legs and feed her a strawberry or blueberry, making her grin brightly. Peter tilted his head as he watched the gentle and casual exchange between the mated pair, the way they would scent-mark each other before parting again.
“Peter,” Erica’s eyes landed on him and she smiled brightly. “He—ey. Why don’t you sit down?”
She hopped off the counter and gently took his arm to lead him to the table as Peter now assumed she had done before. She took away the knife and Peter didn’t exactly want to know who he might have hurt in this past week on instinct alone. He averted his eyes.
“I’ll call Deuc,” Aiden offered as he stuck his head into the kitchen.
“That’s not necessary,” Peter whispered softly.
The thee wolves paused at that and looked at him surprised. Ah. He had apparently not been very vocal. He turned to look at his hands in his lap. He had no idea how long he had been out of it in total – how long he had been in Eichen House. There was a soft hand in his neck.
“You wanna have breakfast with the whole pack, or is that too much?” Stiles asked softly. “You can go back to our room, I’ll bring you a tray upstairs?”
Our room. Peter tensed a little and looked up at Stiles in surprise. What had he missed…?
“Being with the pack will be better for him,” Kali pointed out as she entered the kitchen. “Our pack-bonds are strained from the distance. Strengthening them will help him heal better.”
“I know that,” Stiles stuck his tongue out at her. “But Eichen House fucks with you. It can be overwhelming when you get out and really come to terms with that.”
There was a solemn silence at the reminder that Stiles had been in that hell house too. Peter had stayed in Beacon Hills to protect their boy and Stiles had been sent to that place of torture anyway. It made Peter whine and wrap his arms around Stiles’ waist, pulling him close. The boy let him and, beyond that, he sat down on Peter’s lap, leaning against the wolf’s chest.
“It’s okay, Peter,” Stiles whispered softly. “It’s going to be okay.”
“Yeah, I’m definitely calling Deuc,” Aiden announced and walked out.
Peter hummed and buried his face in Stiles’ neck, inhaling that sweet, soothing scent deeply. He growled a little on instinct when someone approached them. Maybe they wanted to take his soothing boy away from him. Maybe they wanted to put him back into his cell.
“It’s okay, Peter,” Boyd’s voice was deep and calm. “Just bringing breakfast. Pancakes, chicken and waffles.”
Boyd. Not a threat. Peter calmed down a little and continued nuzzling his boy. The rest of the pack started pouring in, Ennis kissing his mate and sitting down next to her. Ennis and Kali were whispering in hushed voices that Peter had no concentration to focus on. Probably about Peter. Ethan and Aiden entered, chatting with each other and sitting down at the table. The last to enter were Deucalion and Marin and judging by the looks on their faces, they hadn’t been talking about something pleasant. Marin’s face was pinched and Deuc looked angry. It made Peter whine on instinct. Immediately did the look melt away to be replaced by a soft one.
“Good morning, my wolf. Aiden says you’re feeling talkative today?”
Deuc ran one hand down Peter’s arm and the other along Stiles’ spine. The Alpha of Alphas took his seat next to Peter, sitting so close their arms pressed against each other. The food on the table smelt delicious but Peter would have to let go of his boy to eat.
“I’m not sure I’m really here,” Peter admitted softly. “It seems a little too good, to think my pack would come for me. And why would Stiles be here with us? I’m afraid if I close my eyes and open them again, I’m back in my cell in Eichen House.”
“I get that,” Stiles whispered, giving Peter’s hand a squeeze. “It’ll take a bit to settle with what’s real. But we’re here for you. And I’m really here. Things have… not been good, since you were locked into Eichen House. I’ve been getting counseling from Marin, I’m here… to heal too. I’m sorry. I’m sorry you were in there so long. I didn’t… know. If I had known, I would have called Deuc sooner, I swear. But I called him after I realized. And he got you out.”
Peter blinked at the boy and then buried his face in Stiles’ neck again while leaning against Deuc.
/break\
It was so good to be in a pack with Boyd and Erica again. Stiles had really missed them. They were closer than ever, Stiles loved his kitchen shenanigans with Boyd, he was giving Erica a proper DC education that she eagerly soaked up. It was great to see them both happy, they were settled into their pack, into their wolves and into their relationship.
His sessions with Marin helped him deal with his trauma. He was finally working through the shit with the Nogitsune. They had even touched upon Stiles’ mom.
It hadn’t even been a question to Stiles to move into the master bedroom with Deuc and Peter when they reached the Blackwood Pack’s villa after their long road-trip. He helped Deuc with Peter, best as he could – because his favorite coping mechanism about trauma was still to take care of others. Deuc reluctantly let him but Deuc also took care of Stiles and made sure Stiles didn’t neglect himself. He’d been with them for half a year now and Stiles felt so much more settled.
He wasn’t the only one. Over time, Peter got better and came out of his shell too. The wolf was definitely more affectionate than before and Stiles soaked it up too, because he wanted the comfort too. The three shared a bed, cuddled, Stiles sought the two wolves out first at all times. But they hadn’t exactly talked about the thing that Deuc had offered on the drive to the villa. Mostly because Peter had been pretty much catatonic for the first week of their stay here. And then because both Stiles and Peter were still healing, recovering. Were in no mind-space for romance or change.
It was a regular Thursday about half a year into their stay at the Blackwood Estate, nothing about that morning was any different than any other Thursday before in the past months. Only that somehow, it felt different. When Stiles woke up and saw the way the pink and red morning sun was painting Peter and Deuc, Stiles was overcome with the sudden desire to kiss them. He’d had the urge to kiss them before – hell, he was a teen boy, he had the urge for much more than that too – but this morning, for the first time, he felt like why not. Why shouldn’t he kiss them. What was holding him back. Beacon Hills had already taken so much from him, it wasn’t going to get anything else.
“Good morning, sweetheart,” Peter smiled at him, ice-blue eyes intense and half-lid.
“Morning, Pretty Wolf,” Stiles grinned and then leaned in a little. “I wanna kiss you. Can I?”
Peter blinked at him wondrously for a moment, before he nodded and also leaned in. Their lips met in a soft and sweet kiss, Stiles’ fingers entangling in Peter’s hair. He gasped into the kiss when Peter pulled him closer. And then there was a dark rumble beneath them both and they froze to look down at the Alpha wolf on top of whom they were practically making out.
“Good morning to you too, my loves,” Deucalion offered amused. “Am I getting a kiss too?”
Stiles gently nudged Peter aside so he could straddle Deuc and cup his face, kissing the Demon Wolf too. Deuc had gotten him out, given him a second chance and helped him heal. He’d been so patient and thoughtful too; he had offered Stiles information on the trial in Beacon Hills but the part of him that was still clinging onto his past with Scott didn’t want to know. He just wanted to live, here, far away from all of that, safe and happy with a pack that loved him.
~*~ The End ~*~