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Fox In The Hills	By : fusedtwilight Category: S through Z > Teen Wolf Views: 5459 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Parrish
- 2-Ethan
- 3-Liam
- 4-Scott
- 5-Derek
- 6-Danny
- 7-Isaac
- 8-Brett
- 9-Jackson
- 10-Corey
- 11-Boyd
- 3
- 4
- 5
Fusedtwilight: Hey guys, now we're onto chapter 4. Featuring a wind kitsune Stiles and the pairing is Sciles. Since the last chapter was heavily erotic I wanted this one to be more fluffy and romantic. I am also excited to watch the new episode tonight. Last weeks episode was really good.
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Scott
Tonight was senior prom, I had made it. We had made it. My name is Scott McCall and I am a werewolf.
I lead my own pack as the alpha of Beacon Hills. It consists of my friends Malia, Danny, Jackson, Ethan,, Aiden, Isaac, Liam, Mason, Corey, Theo Derek, Damian, Cora, Hayden, Lydia, Boyd, Erica, Kira, Alison and my former best friend Stiles.
I only say former because Stiles and I are now dating. We would be going to prom together. I was getting ready, looking at myself in the mirror in my room and making sure I looked fine.
Liam, Corey, Mason and Hayden are sophomores so they wouldn't be coming with us tonight, instead they would be doing a chore for me before they went out running around in the woods. Mason was the only human besides Danny. I had bitten Corey, Hayden and Liam to save their lives.
Hayden had a medical condition and was dating Liam, my first beta whom I saved after he was almost killed by a wendigo. He asked me to turn her, and I did. Corey was dating Mason. I bit Corey because he had been attacked by a scorpion monster.
Derek and his sister Cora were two of the only five Hales left. The Hales had once been the protectors of Beacon Hills, but after Kate Argent seduced Derek when he was young to learn more information about his family she burned them all inside their house. Derek and his sister Laura survived, Cora had not been in the house at the time and Peter their uncle had survived but was left catatonic.
Peter awoke and killed Laura so he could take her alpha power and avenge himself. Derek killed Peter and became the new alpha and he burned Peters body. Burying his ashes in their ancestral family home.
Before he died Peter killed Kate and after she died Derek got a shocking surprise. Kate had used sex to seduce Derek. But unbeknownst to him she had gotten pregnant. Damian was their son.
He would be eight soon. He had his dads eyes and face but he had his moms blonde hair and temperament. Damian was human, but Derek was certain when he came of age he would become a werewolf.
No one had known about Damian, not even Kate's family. No one could figure out why she kept Damian. When Kate died her secrets died with her and Derek gained a son.
It was...an adjustment for both of them. Derek loved his son, but it was tough for him to lose a sister and his uncle than find out he had a child with the woman who murdered most of his family.
Only a handful of people know about Damian's paternity. For his safety we have agreed to keep it a secret until he is ready. I don't envy Derek; he has to tell his son what kind of monster his mother was.
Derek had sacrificed his alpha power to save Damian. The poor kid had been used by a Darach to manipulate Derek into helping her get her revenge on another wolf pack. But Derek saved his kid by giving up his alphaness and the shaky bond between father and son solidified into what it was meant to be.
After he lost his status, I brought him and his family into my pack, including the three betas he had made and placed them under my protection.
Derek and I had started out on rocky terms, but now we were like brothers in a way. He was my second in command. While I was off at college, he would be keeping an eye on things here.
Fatherhood had really mellowed Derek out, he could still be dark and brooding. But he smiled more now and was warmer and more caring to people. He could still be a hard ass, but he was less cruel and sever.
Just then mom came in. "Scott are you-"
She stopped when she saw me. She placed her hand to her mouth and her eyes moistened with tears.
"Mom are you okay?" I asked.
"Yes, it's just. Seeing you like this, all grown up and going to prom. It sounds silly but seeing you like this is just..."
She wiped her eyes. I walked over and gave her a hug. "I love you mom," I said.
"I love you to Scott. My baby boy, all grown up."
She pulled back and touched my cheek gently. "You ready?"
"Yeah. How do I look?" I asked.
"Great. I got a text from Noah. Stiles is getting jittery so we better get there before he starts bouncing around the house."
We both laughed. Stiles has ADHD. When he got emotional, he gets extra hyper and energetic. I loved watching him get worked up about comics or movies and how he would just light up and flail his arms around like such a cute little spaz.
Mom and I were going to drive to the Stilinski house and from there Stiles and I were going to take his jeep to the Hotel Luna. The largest hotel in Beacon county where our prom was going to take place.
As we drove to Stiles house I thought to the day I first met him. Back when I was still human and had bad asthma. We met in kindergarten when we were six. It was a very important moment in my life, the day when I met my best friend and future mate. And also the day when I learned about the supernatural.
Years Ago
"Dude you're wearing an X-Men T-shirt! I am wearing an X-Men T-shirt!"
I looked up from the paper I was drawing on to see another boy with pale skin and hazel eyes looking at me with more excitement than anyone outside my mother has ever looked at me.
I looked at his T which showed a picture of Wolverine, Cyclops, Storm, Beast, Rogue, Gambit and Jubilee. My shirt had an image of Wolverine with his claws raised.
"Yeah, I like the cartoon show-"
"So do I!" he interrupted me. "I love that cartoon! I just saw a rerun of a cartoon they had before this one called Pryde of the X-Men and it was so cool because it had Kitty Pryde who is called Shadowcat and she can walk through walls! How cool is that! She is in X-Men: Evolution to."
"It's-"
"I also like the Spider-Man cartoon, please tell me you watch that too!"
"Which one?" I asked.
His eyes shined. "Finally! Someone who knows there is more than one Spider-Man cartoon! I have tried to talk to the other kids about it but they don't know about all these cartoons and I try to explain but they just look at me funny then they tell me to leave them alone which sucks because I am merely trying to be friendly but I guess some people just are not cool like me-or like you because we like the same cartoons which is great! I think people don't like the fact I talk a lot which is because I have this thing called ADHD which means I lose focus a lot, mom says lots of kids have it and even adults so I shouldn't feel bad and sometimes I do if other kids are making fun of me, especially Jackson, have you met him? He is the blonde kid who thinks Superman could beat Batman but I told him if it was one one one than yes he could but Batman is much smarter than Superman and he would obviously have kryptonite or something because unless you a villain like Zodd, or Darkseid or Doomsday you wouldn't stand a chance against Superman in a fair fight. Even Lex Luthor has armor which he uses to fight Superman and since Batman is rich than that means he could make armor too. I try to explain that to Jackson but he just told me to shut up and is mean to me know but only because he knows I am right."
Stiles finally stopped talking and just looked at me with a huge grin and unblinking eyes. I didn't know what to say, I was still trying to process everything he just said. But he had been speaking so fast I didn't understand most of what he said.
"You don't talk much. I like you!" he said with a grin.
"I like you too," I said.
I meant it. Yeah, he talked a lot...a lot. But there was something about him, I don't know why the other kids don't be around him. Plus he liked the same cartoons I did. That was great!
His eyes widened in surprise. "Really?" he asked. "Right about now I am usually told to buzz off...lets go play outside!"
"Okay!"
I stood up and Stiles grabbed my hand. I felt a sudden sense of excitement, most of the kids didn't want to play with me because of my asthma. I mostly stuck to myself. No one wanted to play with a kid who had weak lungs.
"My name is Stiles," he said.
"Stiles?"
"Nickname, my real name is really complicated. But I won't tell you. You have to be my best friend first. What's your name?"
"Scott."
The two of us ran out to the playground. First we went to the swings and took turns pushing one another. Then we went to the teeter-taught and finally to the carousal. That was when things took a turn for the worse.
We were playing with a group of kids. Theo, the twins Ethan and Aiden, who stood with their adoptive sister Cora, Danny (whom Ethan seemed to really like) and Jackson the boy Stiles had mentioned. Theo and I were spinning the others who held onto the bars of the carousal. It took a lot of work because they were so heavy.
And I should have known better. I knew I had to be careful because of my condition, that I shouldn't overexert myself. But I was having so much fun! Other kids were finally playing with me and I loved the sound of Stiles laughing so much!
But then it happened, Theo and I were running so fast we were kicking up a cloud dirt in our wake. I began to cough, no one noticed, they were too busy having fun. I tried to catch my breath but the more I breathed the more dust I inhaled.
I lost my footing and fell to the ground, rolling from the momentum. The kids laughed and cheered, Theo continued to push them, none of them realizing how bad things were.
I reached into my pocket to grab my inhaler and when I found it empty I started to panic. I remembered I had left it in my bag back inside. I gasped for breath, I tried to stand but I was becoming light headed.
"Scott!"
Stiles had noticed that I wasn't getting up. He jumped off the carousal and ran over to me, Theo stopped pushing the carousal and the others jumped off to run over to us. Stiles knelt down. Cupping my face in his hands.
"Whats wrong Scott?" he asked.
I hadn't told him about my condition. But the others knew.
"I think he is having an asthma attack!" Cora yelled.
"Wheres his inhaler!" Danny yelled.
Their voices melted away. I was looking up at the sky, Stiles was still holding my face, his eyes were damp with tears.
I remember the fear, but I also remember the guilt I felt for making him cry. We were having such a good time and I went and ruined it. I tried to apologize to him but the only thing that came out was a gasp.
I couldn't hear what the others were screaming. Cora was crying, Ethan was holding Danny while Aiden gripped his shoulder. Theo was pulling his hair looking around frantically, I am sure he is screaming for help.
And Stiles...wow I really hallucinating now. Because Stiles eyes are glowing orange and they're getting bigger and so is his face and—oh my gosh he is kissing me!
Stile's had his lips pressed to mine! They were soft and warm and I felt like fresh air was spilling into my lungs, I felt more grounded and the world was becoming more focused.
Stiles pulled back, his face still fearful. "Are you okay?" he asked.
"Are you...an angel?" I asked.
Now
I smiled to myself at the memory.
Two of our teachers came running over to us, one of them had my inhaler. The teachers knew about my condition and guessed it was in my bag. By the time they got to us I was alright. They called my parents. My mom came to pick me up, before she took me home Stiles begged me not to tell anyone what he did, but he promised to tell me.
All I could talk about was Stiles to my mom, we were waiting for my dad to come back home and she was holding me and I could only talk about the nice kid named Stiles I had met and how cool he was and how we liked the same shows.
A few days later I found myself at the Stilinski house. Stiles mom Claudia had called my house to arrange a playdate. Stiles had been asking about me nonstop and wanted to make sure I was okay. While our mothers talked in the kitchen
Stiles told me he was a wind kitsune. That was how he saved me, he literately breathed fresh air into my lungs. I asked him if he could do it again and he shyly agreed. Our mothers came out just in time to see the two of us kissing.
After that we became best friends.
Stiles let it slip to his parents that I knew. They sat me down when I spent the night and told me how important it was that I keep Stiles secret. They told me there were bad people who would want to hurt Stiles for being what he was. I swore on my life that I would keep his secret and I also swore that I would protect him with my life.
Noah and Claudia had shared a smile at my proclamation. I wonder if Claudia knew even then where Stiles and I would end up. One of my last memories of her was in her final days. She told me she was happy Stiles had found me, that she knew I would always uphold my oath to protect him.
"I could see it in your eyes Scott," she whispered. "You were too young to truly understand what we warned you of. But I could see in those beautiful brown eyes of yours that you meant it when you said you would protect him. He is going to need you Scott. He'll need your strength."
She had died from dementia. Unlike her son Claudia was human, prone to all the mortal frailties and dangers a human must face. It had been a difficult time for Stiles and his dad. Stiles spent a lot of time at our house and would fall asleep curled in my arms.
I remember him whispering in the dark as I petted his hair. "You won't leave me Scott. Please don't leave me."
I would whisper into the back of his head that I would stay with him forever. We were best friends, brothers in all but blood.
My dad didn't like it. "It's one thing for them to sleep in the same room, but the same bed?"
"Penny for your thoughts?" mom asked.
"Just thinking about the past," I replied.
"You and me both," she said. "I remember the first time I caught Stiles sneaking into the house. I heard a noise coming from your room and thought it was you. Imagine my surprise when I caught him with his headphones on waiting for you to get back home."
She smiled fondly, her eyes lost in memories of the not so distant past.
"All the sleepovers, all the times I had to ground you guys. God seeing the heartbroken expression in your eyes when we had to separate you two."
"We were little hellions huh?" I asked.
She gave me a dry look. "Yeah. But you were both my little hellions."
Just then my phone alerted me that I had a text. It was from Liam.
Liam: Hey man, we did everything you asked. You're all set ;)
Scott: Thanks Liam, have fun tonight, but don't do anything too crazy now.
Liam: Yes dad (eye roll)
I chuckled. I loved Liam but he could be a little shit sometimes. No wonder he and Stiles got along so well. Stiles and I had spent a lot of time training him, he needed the extra work because he had IED. He liked to call me dad and Stiles mom. Something the rest of the pack picked up.
Stiles pretended he didn't like being called mom, he would pout and act like it annoyed him. But I knew (and so did anyone else with a nose) that he enjoyed the nickname. He was a very nurturing person. He would make a great dad someday.
"You nervous about tonight?" mom asked.
"Of course...tonight so many things are going to change. Do you think it is to much for me to ask him?"
She shook her head. "He'll say yes Scott. I know he will."
Stiles
I paced around my room anxiously, stopping every few moments to adjust my bow tie or run my hand through my hair making it more messy and wild looking.
Scott and his mom were on their way and it wouldn't take them long to get here, the McCalls didn't live too far from us, most of the time I just walked there when I was going to hang out with Scott.
Tonight was our senior prom. I had made it, we had made it.
As if school wasn't bad enough we also had to deal with a slew of monsters who wanted us dead because they either wanted to claim the infamous Beacon Hills territory for themselves and terrorize the people that lived here or they just had it out for us.
There had been so much death and fear and so many close calls that I had always wondered if I would make it through it all. Or if someone I loved would fall and join my mother in the cemetery.
My phone went off, alerting me to a text. I ran over to my desk, thinking it was a text from Scott. Instead I saw it was from Lydia.
Lydia: Calm down.
Stiles: What do you mean?
Lydia: I mean calm down, I know you are freaking out right now Stiles. The wind is blowing hard outside.
I looked out my window and saw the tree-branches were swaying at the force of a strong gust. "Damn it!" I muttered.
Stiles: Sorry, just nervous is all.
Lydia: Why? You and Scott have gone to a bunch of dances together before.
Stiles: This isn't just a dance, it's prom Lydia! I figured if anyone would understand it is you! This is our last night as students before we all go off to build our own lives.
Lydia: And it's also the night when Scott plows the eye of the hurricane ;)
` Stiles: Lydia! 0_0
Lydia: What? All we have been talking about the last few months is how you and Scott are finally going to satisfy fourteen years of sexual tension.
Stiles: Not fourteen! We were six when we met, the sex stuff didn't happen until puberty hit!
I could almost see her rolling her eyes with a sigh.
Lydia: My point is your more anxious about the sex than anything else.
Stiles: Of course! How can I not be? This is Scott, he's had more sex with guys and girls than I have.
I wasn't a virgin. I had lost it to Malia three years back. We kind of dated for three months before we realized we were better off friends. I enjoyed the time we had with one another and the sex was great (albeit scary sometimes) but we both realized we were attracted to other people.
Me to Scott and her to Theo, the only other werecyote in the county. Malia and I were still good friend and we even double dated with our boyfriends several times. Malia and Theo were moving in together. Theo would go to college while Malia got a job at a shop making machine parts.
Truth be told I was shocked they were still together, Theo had a reputation for being a player, he has dated more than half the girls in our class and from a few of the other schools in the county. When he and Malia started going out I had a talk with him about treating her right and not just adding another notch under his belt.
I loved Theo, he was my other best friend after Scott. But I knew he could be really shady sometimes (I am almost certain he had a few affairs with older women). Scott and Theo were a lot alike. They were both loyal, trustworthy and protective of their friends and both were on the top ten list of hottest guys at school.
But Theo had a dark side, unlike Scott Theo was more than willing to kill if it meant keeping the pack safe. He could be a real calculating, manipulative bastard sometimes. Even manipulating us if it was what he considered to be for the greater good.
More than once Scott and I had some serious arguments with Theo about his behavior. We knew he meant well, but he needed to learn to put more faith in the pack as a team.
Scott had dated two girls and one guy. Alison, Kira and Isaac. Alison had been his first love and they had been as explosive and tragic as so many first loves tend to be. After Alison he dated Isaac. There was an attraction between them and Scott was starting to realize he was into guys and girls. They had ended things on a good note. Isaac realized his attraction for Scott was because Scott was a strong authority figure who showed Isaac more kindness than Isaacs father or Derek (when he was Isaacs alpha) ever did. And Scott realized he was mostly drawn to Isaacs submissive side and need for a firm hand. Alison and Isaac were dating now and were planning to go to France over the summer. It was a little awkward for the three of them at first but things are better now.
Kira like me was a kitsune, but she was a thunder type. She had been a sweet and shy girl, her good personality matched Scott's perfectly and even I thought they might last. But Kira realized Scott had secret feelings for me. She broke things off with Scott encouraged him to talk to me about our connection.
She was going out to prom with Cora tonight. As soon as Scott and Kira split Cora swooped in to sweep Kira off her feet. Cora was going to go with the Yukimuras when they went to Japan for the summer, Kira wanted to find others of her kind and maybe learn more about being a kitsune.
Lydia: It's not the number of people you sleep with, but who you sleep with. I am sure even though Scott is more experience than you he is just as nervous as you are. This isn't some random hook up, this is true love being consummated.
Stiles: You're right. I am just scared. What if I don't satisfy him? Werewolves have an increased sex drive you know.
Lydia: Sweetie, if I can handle two werewolves than I think you can handle one.
Lydia was dating both Jackson and Aiden. She had dated Jackson for the longest time but they had a bad break up. Jackson had too many insecurities about being an orphan and adopted causing him to have a major inferiority and superiority complex (because only Jackson could have fucking both of those!)
Lydia got tired of trying to sooth his ego all the time and get the brunt of his frustrations. So she started dating Aiden who-much like Theo- was an infamous womanizer. But Lydia did what no other girl did, she tamed Aiden and brought him to heel.
But Aiden and Jackson were a lot alike, they both were narcissistic and had tempers so eventually they split (on Lydias' terms of course) and Jackson, who had finally pulled his head out of his ass tried to get her back.
But Aiden wanted her back to, Lydia had changed him. Made him reflect on what he wanted from life and it became one Beacon high schools most talked about romances. Two werewolves (turns out Jacksons parents were werewolves and Jackson was a late bloomer) fighting for the love of the same girl.
Both had looks, money, a powerful family and they both wanted the same girl. They used to be friends but now they were enemies who wanted the same woman.
How the hell Lydia was able to convince them they should date each other I will ever know. I always got the vibe that Jackson was open minded when it came to sex, but Aiden always struck me as being strictly heterosexual. But I guess when you merge with your gay brother you pick up a few traits.
Now when people talked about the three of them it was with both awe and scandal. Lydia like always was the envy of all the girls at school. She had not one, but two gorgeous werewolves as her lovers.
Just then I heard the doorbell ring.
Stiles: Their here! GTG!
Lydia: See u soon.
I put my phone in my pocket and grabbed my keys and my wallet. I gave myself one last look in the mirror. I was having a moment of panic, I eyed myself cr. Everything from how I was dressed. It was too late to change now.
"You look great," I stated firmly.
"Stiles they're here!" dad called.
"Coming!" I replied.
I made my way downstairs. But froze about halfway down when I saw Scott. He was wearing a silvery gray suite with a dark blue tie. One hand in his pocket and the other he used to shake my dads hand.
He looked so...grown up.
Gone was the shy, awkward kid with asthma who was off the social radar with his long hair and boyish good looks. Now there was a man, confident, sure of himself, his hair cut short and all the baby fat gone. Replaced by muscle thanks to his werewolf physiology and all the training he did.
Becoming a werewolf had been a blessing for Scott. Though it had many trials. Turns out Scott inherited the werewolf gene from his dad, it was one of the few good things Rafael had given his son. It had been a shock for Scott.
He had been fourteen already going through puberty, then all those hormones activated his werewolf gene and one full moon he is growing fur and running on on all floors. I remember working on my computer, waiting for dad to come home when I heard the sound of something at my window, I knew it was Scott, he was the only one who would visit me this late, though I found it odd he was coming in through my window (that was more my thing) I was shocked to open the window and find my friend jumping in with pointed ears, glowing yellow eyes and fangs and claws.
I knew what he was, a werewolf. I had seen the Hales transformed plenty of times. My mom knew of Talia Hale and her reputation for being an open minded alpha. Even though kitsune and werewolves had a history of not getting along (tricksters and angry dogs are not a good combination). Scott was a little...aggressive, pinning me to the floor and sniffing me and rubbing his cheeks all over my face. Than he jumped on my bed and curled under the covers and fell asleep.
I called dad and told him, he left work early to come help. Scott got a little growly but I managed to keep him calm. We tried to figure out what happened and how and when Scott got bit, the Hales were already gone by that point and we didn't know of any other alpha werewolves in the area.
We kept Scott in my room (not like he even wanted to leave) and when morning came and a now human Scott woke up, confused on how he got to my room we called his parents over and we told them the truth.
Melissa was shocked but Rafael took it in stride. He never told his wife about his lupine ancestry. Raf's mother had been a human who had a secret affair with a werewolf from a pack in Arizona. But they were the kind of werewolves who believed humans were fun to fool around with but not settle down and have human kids with.
Raf's father cared enough to provide for them. But that was it. As much as he cared he couldn't accept them into his life unless they took the bite. Neither would the rest of his pack. After Raf's mom died he left and never got back in contact with his father.
Scott's grandfather and his pack were very delighted to learn the true alpha had come from their bloodline and tried to get in contact with him. Scott told them all to go to hell. He had no beef with them but wanted nothing to do with them and their 'werewolves are superior to humans' bullshit.
On the one hand becoming a werewolf improved Scott's life. He no longer had asthma and his physical abilities were greatly enhanced. He still had to learn to control the anger that came with being a werewolf. Good thing he had me to look out for him.
How far has he come, how much he has grown.
"You look amazing," I told him.
"So do you," he replied.
"Come on down son, we need to take some photos," dad said.
"And I brought our photo album for us to look over!" Melissasaid, waving a large white photo album.
"Mom," Scott whined.
"Already got mine waiting," dad told her.
"Dad!" I whined.
After we took the photos we had more then enough time to go over the pictures our parents had in the albums. We laughed, we cried and reminisced about the old days.
Scott and I in our fort in the McCall living room watching a horror movie, us playing video games, assembaling a castle made from Lego's, birthdays, Thanksgivings, Christmases, Easters, dinners, slumber parties and of course pictures of us playing lacrosse.
Melissa began to tear up and dad put an arm around her shoulders in comfort, I noticed he was a little moist in the eyes himself. Scott and I smirked at them, we both knew they were interested in one another, we were hoping once we left for college they would act on their feelings.
They watched us get in my jeep and drive off to the hotel. "Think they'll hook up tonight?" I asked him.
"I don't know. They are both pretty emotional now...but I saw your dad had some bottles of wine out."
We both chuckled.
He took my hand in his and kissed my knuckles. "You look good Stiles," he said.
"So do you Scotty," I answered.
He leaned over and I gave him a quick peck on the lips. We turned the radio on and rode on in silence to the hotel. There we would have our last dance as seniors and then we would go to our room and consummate our relationship.
After that was nothing but endless possibility.
Scott
"Hey Scott!"
"McCall whats up!"
"Looking sharp man!"
"Have fun tonight man!"
"Don't lose touch Scotty boy!"
"Remember when all these people used to ignore you," Stiles said to me as we made our way inside the ballroom.
We had parked the jeep and gone into the Hotel. Most people arrived in a limo, but Stiles and I agreed our money was best saved on more important things. Neither one of us were flashy, we didn't live in the limelight like some of our other peers. Lydia, Aiden and Jackson had arrived in a Hummer H2 Stretch Limo. I wasn't surprised, if anyone was going to leave Beacon Hills with a bang it was those three.
I smiled and waved to those who greeted us-or rather greeted me. Even though I have climbed up the totem pole being my best friend-slash-boyfriend hadn't made Stiles as beloved by the rest of our peers as I was.
When I was fourteen I was invisible. I was the kid with asthma who hung out with the school spaz. We were the weirdos no one paid any mind. Then I became a werewolf, loosing my asthma allowed me to become athletic, moving from being a bench warmer to becoming a co-captain of the lacrosse team.
I slowly made my way up, getting invited to more parties and asked to hang out with more people. I tried to make new friends, but when people asked me not to bring Stiles along I cut stopped hanging out with them. Stiles had always feared I would dump him once I became more popular, but I would never leave him. He was my first and truest friend. I valued him more than anything else.
Becoming a werewolf had strengthened our bond, he helped me learn to control my instincts. There had been no other werewolf packs around at that time, no one knew where the Hales were and being an Omega wolf was very dangerous. But I wasn't an Omega. Not really, I had Stiles.
I had always envied Stiles for being a kitsune, for being magic. When we were kids he would use his powers to carry sound so he could eavesdrop on people. Or pull other pranks on people that they couldn't blame on him. Only the wind. I remember one time during arts and crafts he used his power to shower Jackson in glitter. Good times.
Becoming a werewolf made me feel more like we were equals. My abilities were more physical than his. But now I was able to show off for once. I could jump over twenty feet in the air and I didn't have to worry about my asthma.
Now I am an alpha with my own pack. I am one of the most popular guys at school, still co-captain (because Jackson will freeze in hell before he gave that spot up) and I have helped keep my town safe from people who see life as expendable, something to be taken in the quest to obtain their own desires.
I admit, I hated being a werewolf at first. I hated the anger that coursed through my veins like a poison, I hated the idea I might snap and hurt my loved ones. More than once I thought about leaving town and striking out on my own.
But I couldn't do that to my mom, or to Stiles. Besides, knowing him, Stiles would hunt me down and chastise me for leaving in the first place.
"Scott! Stiles!"
Alison waved to us, Isaac stood next to her. She wore blue dress with a silver arrowhead necklace hanging around her neck, as per tradition for Argents who had completed their training she had made it herself. She looked beautiful.
I did not feel any of the old stirrings of love or affection for her I once had, rather I admired her as a very dear friend and valued member of my pack.
Same with Isaac. Our attraction had mostly been instinct. I was hurting after Alison and I split and needed someone to care for and love and Isaac needed someone to love him and care for him. Our relationship had mostly been physical, exploring the more delightful parts of out primal instincts.
We didn't call ourselves boyfriends, or say we were dating. He was my beta and I was his alpha and we provided comfort to one another. So when he started feeling attracted to Alison and I to Kira our separation was just as natural as our union had been.
"Took you guys long enough," Alison said giving the both of us a hug.
"It was a bitch trying to find a parking spot," Stiles grumbled.
We talked with the rest of the pack. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of the pack bond. I felt along the lines of brotherhood that bound us together. I could feel them all, all those present and those not. We were planning to have a big pack get together before we left, a part of me felt sad to know it would be a long time before I felt such a connection.
But it was not the end of the pack, even though for a time we would be separated, we would never be alone. We had all been through too much to let distance end us.
I loved feeling how happy everyone was. There had been so many close calls. So many times and way when we all could have died...like so many of our peers had. This wasn't just a celebration about graduating. For everyone here it was about having made it through all the death and chaos.
Isaac and Alison were perfect for one another. I admit, it was odd at first to learn they were dating. But now I was glad they found one another. They both deserved happiness. Isaac had a terrible childhood and because of that he would always need someone strong to guide him. And Alison was both firm and nurturing. I remember how he asked her to prom, it had been at a rave and he had put invisible paint on that only appeared under the blacklight. They had been dancing and he had his shirt off and when the lights went out she had seen the words on his chest.
Boyd had gone old school, he had stood outside Erica's house at night with a guitar singing her a song he had wrote just for her. Boyd was known for being the most quit and down to earth guy you know, Erica was the exact opposite, she loved attention and to dress sexy and provocative. So when he asked her out she had reveled in it all as her neighbors came out to watch him serenade her.
Ethan had been both romantic and sly. He had ordered a dozen packages of roses and put them in vases and set them in Danny's room. When he had come home to find them in his room Ethan had emerged from his closet to ask him out.
Kira had taken Cora on a date and used her powers to cause a bunch of lightbulbs to light up, she had arranged them so they formed the words 'Will you go to prom with me?'
Lydia, Aiden and Jackson didn't even bother, they all knew they were all going together. Lydia of course planned everything to how they would arrive to what her boys would wear. Aiden and Jackson wisely stood out of her way.
And Malia and Theo? Well they had skipped class to have sex under the bleachers and Theo casually brought it up and Malia agreed.
I was brought out of my thoughts by my phone alerting me to another text. I pulled it out and found Liam had sent me a picture.
It showed him with Mason, Corey and Hayden. They were all in their underwear, laughing at the camera. The caption read, 'Remember that time I went running around naked?'. I was sure they had been drinking, I had told him he could have one of my special bottles of wolfsbane laced alcohol tonight.
I chuckled and showed the picture to the others. "Little wise ass," Aiden said fondly.
"Why are they all naked?" Danny asked with a smirk.
"They went for a run tonight," I explained.
"Naked?"
"It's nice to run naked every once in a while," I answered with a shrug.
All the other wolves at the table nodded in response. There was just something about feeling the earth on your bare feet and the wind on your skin that made a nice run seem so much more...natural.
"Think Liam will be okay looking after the town?" Alison asked.
"He'll be fine, plus he'll have Derek to help him out," I said.
"You guys trained him good Scott," Boyd said, "Beacon will be in good hands while we're all gone."
"Our little boy is growing up so fast," Stiles said with a laugh.
We all went off to grab some drinks or dance or mingle with the rest of our peers.
The ballroom looked amazing, Lydia did a good job getting everything ready. She had started a fundraiser earlier this year to help raise the funds we would need. Normally prom is held at the school but Lydia would be damned if she spent her prom night listening to the voices of all the people who died in that school.
How it managed to stay open with such a high body count I will never know.
Eventually the time came to crown the prom king and queen.
Lydia walked on the stage, escorted by both Jackson and Aiden, the two of them each carried a purple pillow with yellow tassels, on each pillow was a crown.. The music died down and the stage light shined on her, the dress she work made her sparkle like some hollywood starlet. She looked like she should be at an awards show getting ready to announce who won for movie of the year.
"Hello everyone," she said. "I hope you are all enjoying yourselves...you're welcome."
We all clapped and cheered.
"Many of you I have known since I was a child. We certainly have come a long way since then. Over the years we have all changed, some for the better and some for the worse. Friendships have been made and lost, love discovered and some of us have learned who we really are while others are still searching. One of the best things about Beacon Hills is how open minded everyone is. In Beacon you can be a gay or trans and be just like any other cis-gendered hetrosexual. Or in my case you can have two wonderful boyfriends for the price of one."
Everyone in the room chuckled.
"But even though Beacon has always been a place of tolerance that doesn't mean the world is. As many of us venture out, we will see just how ugly it can be. No matter what your gender or orientation or class, or religion we will all face discrimination. But speaking as a woman who has literally faced hell let me tell you all this; do not stop. As a friend once said when I was going through a dark time in my life 'When going through hell, the best thing you can do is keep going.'"
I looked over at Stiles and smiled. He was beaming at Lydia and I saw she was looking right at him.
"We will all face great trials and suffer terrible pains. Some may suffer worse than others. But no matter how tough things get keep pushing. Right now our generation has a responsibility to ourselves, to those who will come and to those who came before to make the world a better place. Whether you want to bring gender equality, ensure justice is properly served or merely offer a shoulder for someone to cry on. Don't let anyone tell you how you should be or how the world aught to be. Always stay strong and remember, love is stronger than hate and we are all created equal."
The whole room erupted into cheers. Lydia dabbed at her eyes, being careful not to smudge her mascara.
"Now, before we continue let me tall you all of a little surprise we have for you all." She waved her hand and Aiden and Jackson stepped forward. "In honor if Beacon Hills spirit of social understanding it is my pleasure to announce that from now on Beacon High will not just being doing opposite-sex nominations. From now on, no matter what gender future generations identify by, they will all have a chance to wear a crown. The votes have all been counted and tallied. I am pleased to say this night we will have a same sex crowning!"
Once again the room erupted in applause.
"So, without further ado, I will announce the prom king." She opened an envelop and peered at the paper inside. "Your prom king is….Scott McCall!"
Stiles began to hop up and down and cheer, wrapping me up in a hug as everyone cheered and clapped for me, another light shined down on me and I stared at the stage in shock.
I looked at Stiles and he had tears in his eyes. "I knew it! I knew you would be king! Go on Scotty! Go!"
He pushed my to the stage and I walked up the steps. People patted me on the shoulder and clapped me on my back. I walked up the steps and got on my knees so Lydia could get the crown on my head. I stood back up and she hugged me.
"Way to go Scott," she said.
"Are you sure you didn't rig this?" I asked her.
I couldn't believe I was the king. I mean...me?
"You earned this Scott. You didn't just win because you are popular, everyone here knows in some way you are the town hero." she told me, her eyes shined with pride. She turned to speak into the microphone. "Now before we continue, Scott will give his speech."
"I don't have a speech!" I hissed at her.
"Just roll with it!" she hissed back.
I took a deep breath and tried not to look nervous. I have given many speeches, but that had always been for a smaller crowed.
I searched for Stiles in the crowed and when my eyes landed on him I focused on only him. He was my anchor, he helped keep me stable and calm, just as he always had.
"Thank you all...I...I don't know what to say, seriously I mean...this is a honor. It really is...I...I really agree with what Lydia speech...see in the last few years I have learned what it means to be persecuted. I have seen what ignorance and bigotry can make people do. Cause them to do the most horrific things and they think they were right to do it."
I thought of Kate Argent. To everyone else she was a tough woman who dotted on her niece. But then the truth came out and people knew her as a murder. But no one knew exactly why she did it.
No one knew she killed the Hales, breaking the Hunters code. Even though the Hales were one of the most respected and peaceful werewolves in the world. She did it because to her a monster was a monster no matter how peaceful. She even went so far to kill innocent children.
I couldn't understand how someone could be so hateful they would manipulate an innocent boy to use him to murder his family. What hate and madness could fill her heart so much. Did she not think of the consequences her actions would have? How could she not care for the pain she inflicted on the friends of the Hales.
But thats the thing about monsters. No matter how evil their actions they either find a way to explain why they do what they do, or they just don't care.
"We live in a time were more and more focus is being drawn to injustice and inequality. It is my hope that we all play a role in ending all that. Lets stop blaming each other for why the world is so messed up, lets instead work together, because like Abraham Lincoln once said 'A house divided can not stand.' I have learned how powerful people can be when they set aside their differences and work together. Ignorance is one of the greatest dangers our society faces. Instead of feeling fear learn about other people and their lives and you will see we all have more in common then you think."
Thunderous applause and cheering. I stepped to the side and gave the microphone to Lydia.
"Well said Scott. Now, to announce your prom prince. Because lets face it, we can't have to prom kings. Your prom prince is...Stiles Stilinksi."
Stiles froze as the spotlight landed on him. Kira gave him a nudge to get him movie and he walked up the stage, the way he moved was like a rabbit under the gaze of a hungry predator.
He got down on a knee so Lydia could put his crown on and she kissed home on the cheek and quickly rubbed the lipstick mark she left off.
"Your turn," she said.
Stiles stood in front of the microphone looking stiff and uncomfortable. The was a moment of silence, sweat began to break out on his forehead and I could hear his heartbeat speed up. I moved so I stood closer to him and took his hand.
He let out a deep breath and closed his eyes. He opened them again, looking more confidant now.
"I...want to talk about love...I lost my mom when I was young. I know we have all said this but...my mom was….is...the best mom ever. My dad says I got her light while I inherited his snark."
The whole room laughed. Stiles was voted the most snarkiest.
"When I lost her...I felt like I lost a piece of myself. It's not easy losing a parent, or someone you love-he squeezed my hand-but I had other people who loved me and reminded me I wasn't alone. They were there for me when the pain got to much. And now as I stand here looking at you all, next to the one person I love the most in the world. I sometimes think about people who have known love, who have lost love and most of all who have never known love. I feel pity for the latter. Because when you have someone special the world seems like a better place. You start to realize why it is so special and how human it can make you feel. I grew up as an only child with my parents. But now I have a very big- he leaned in close to the microphone, making his voice deep and growly- and scary family."
Our pack clapped and cheered loudly.
"My hope for everyone here is if you haven't found someone that when we next meet in five or ten years you do. And if you don't...thats okay. Love isn't just about marriage or sex. Love is family, love is friendship. Sometimes and more than you think that is all you need from life. Some of you I call my kin. Some of you...well lets not be coy but I doubt I will ever speak to half of you again...but I wish love and happiness for you all. Because we all deserve it."
He gave a low boy as everyone cheered for him, his crown almost fell off but he caught it in time, causing people to laugh.
I gave Lydia a look and she nodded.
"Okay then, so before we let out king and prince dance. Scott, any last words?"
She handed me the microphone and I addressed the crowed.
"I know we are all eager to call it a night. But before we do there is something I need to say."
I reached into my pocket and grabbed the box in my hand.
"You all know Stiles and I have been together since we were kids. It wasn't until a few years ago we made it official. I remember all the times our friends and family and even many of you in the crowed told us we should hook up. But we would just laugh and say we were just friends. I realize now I have always loved Stiles...and he has always loved me. Sometimes you need to grow as a person before you can accept it. Looking back now I think of everything we have been through, then I think of our future and all I can see is Stiles and I together."
I looked to the back of the crowed. My mom and Stiles dad were making their way through the crowed. They had arrived just in time. I looked over to Stiles and saw he had spotted them and had a small frown on his face.
I pulled my hand out of my pocket and turned to face him.
"Stiles, I know we have already made plans to move in together. But I was wondering if you might like to make this a little more long term."
I got on one knee and at first the room was filled with gasps, then it was so quiet you didn't need to be a werewolf to hear the fluttering heartbeats.
Stiles stared in shock as I opened my palm to show him the box. I opened it up to show him the golden band inside. He put his hands on top of his head, already tears were running down his face. A wind blew in the room, people looked around in confusion as they tried to look for the source of the sudden gust.
"Stile Stilinksi, my friend, my love, my mate. Do me the honor of marrying me."
"Oh fuck yes!" he said.
I stood up and embraced him in the tightest hug ever. His body shook with silent sobs and I kissed his hair.
"I love you Stiles," I said.
He pulled back and looked me in the face. If my heart could it would shine brighter then the sun.
"I love you too Scott."
I placed the ring on his finger and he sobbed at the sight of it. He grabbed my face and pulled me in for a kiss. I felt the familiar sensation of air entering my lungs.
We have done this for years. Even after I no longer needed my inhaler. When I started to lose control or have a panic attack Stiles would kiss me, filling me with fresh air. It was something special for the both of us, ever since that day he saved my life this had been the ultimate expression of our bond.
Some times he would do it just for the hell of it, when we were in his jeep, playing a game, before a lacrosse game and after.
We had always been tactile with one another, even before I became a werewolf. I had been serious when I said that everyone was always telling us we should hook up.
Looking back I see how silly it was for us to deny our feelings. We had always stubbornly refused, because we had both been afraid to admit our feelings and afraid to ruin our friendship.
We broke the kiss and we turned to face the crowed, Stiles held out his hand to show them all the ring. People were either cheering for us or taking pictures. I saw our parents in the crowed, both clapping, both crying.
"Let's go dance," I told him.
I led him down to the floor, everyone formed a large circle around us to give us room to dance. We wrapped our arms around one each other and the DJ played 'Home Is Such A Lonely Place' by Blink 182.
I sighed in contentment. There was still a small breeze blowing through the room, I didn't care. I enjoyed the feel of it. Stiles was so happy right now, I could taste his joy on my tongue.
I wanted to howl in joy! Tonight would always be one of the best nights of my life.
"How long have you been planning this?" Stiles asked.
"To be honest...I am not sure. I asked your dads permission early last year."
"That long?"
"I always knew I was going to ask you to marry me. I didn't know when I should pop the question. Then we talked about getting our own place when we graduate and things seemed to just start falling into place. I talked to my mom and I talked to your dad again and told them I was thinking about doing it tonight. Then I talked to Lydia because no way would she forgive me if I didn't ask for her help."
He laughed. He ran his hand over my face. I leaned into his touch, a soft purr escaped my lips.
"There are so many things I want to do after we get married."
"Tell me them. Tell me the life you want Stiles and I'll give it to you."
"I want to get a dog, I want to have kids, lots of kids. I want to be there to greet you after you come home from a rough day at work. I want to make playdates for all the packs kids and I want us to grow old and wrinkly together surrounded by our friends and family. I want us to have large parties for the holidays with everyone piled inside our home, their bellies filled with food and cheer and the kids running around playing. I want to stay up late studying some new supernatural creature that is causing a ruckus and wake up to you kissing my head, chastising me for falling asleep at my desk."
I took a deep breath, his words were like music to my soul. I could see it all. Every single word manifested in my mind. And I felt a longing for it all.
"We'll have all that and more," I promised him.
More people joined us. The DJ played a few more slow songs and more couples got in on the intimacy of it all.
I saw Aiden, Jackson and Lydia dancing together. How they managed to move so flawlessly together I'll never know. Lydia was between Aiden and Jackson, she had her arms wrapped around Aiden. Jackson was hugging both of them, his head rested on top of hers, his left hand played with her hair while his right hand rested just above Aidens ass. Aiden had one arm wrapped around both Lydia and Jacksons waists and his other hand was playing with Jacksons hair.
Erica let Boyd lead, he was a good dancer, she rested her head on his chest and I have never seem him look so content. Isaac and Alison were doing a waltz, Kira was trying very hard not to step on Cora's toes. Theo and Malia were pressed tightly together, staring intensely into eachothers eyes. Ethan and Danny were kissing, slowly planting butterfly kisses on their lips.
There were other couples dancing, I wondered how many of them would stay together and how many would separate to find other relationships. Werewolves had an easier time finding a mate than humans did. Our instincts made it easier to find that special someone.
We stopped dancing and went to go talk to our parents, we laughed, we hugged and we cried. Stiles showed them the ring and Noah sobbed like a baby. After they left to go home and we took some more pictures for the yearbook we headed up to our room. We rode in the elevator, Stiles hugged me, looking at his ring with disbelieving eyes.
We got off the elevator and walked down to our room. I could already smell the roses. I pulled out the keycard and put it in the slot.
Stiles kissed my neck, I felt heat wash over me at the sensation of his lips on my skin. "Thank you Scott, this is the best night of my life. It can't get any better."
"Oh really?"
I opened the door and picked him up and carried him inside. We laughed and I shut the door behind us with my foot. I carried him all the way through the room and straight to the bedroom.
"Holy crap this place is huge, thank God Lydia got us a good-"
He stopped when I took him into the bedroom. The bed was covered in rose petals and several unlit scented candles sat on the dresser, right next to the ice-bucket with a few bottles of red wine.
Liam and the others had stopped by here to get things ready for us, I could still faintly smell them. I saw the bags with our cloths were resting in the corner. I was pleased, they had set everything up nicely.
I sat Stiles down on his feet and he looked positively stunned. I felt a sense of pride and was going to have to remember to reward Liam and the others for their work.
"Scott man...you did this too?" he asked.
"Liam and his friends came by to get us all set up. I had them bring our cloths for in the morning."
Stiles and I had spare cloths to wear if we ever decided to spend the night at each others homes. I had packed his cloths with mine and had Liam bring them here.
He was quiet for a moment, I could smell so many conflicting emotions coming off him right now, joy, sorrow, fear, anxiety, all rolling off him in waves.
He turned to look at me, his eyes frantic. "I need a shower, I must smell rank!"
"You smell fine to me," I said with a smile.
"Of course I do, I'm your mate-slash-mate because we are engaged now. Still trying to process that by the way, but I mean of course I am going to always smell good to you. Even when my man stink is atrocious I am going to smell as good as these roses to you. So I am going to take a quick shower and...I'll be right back!"
He turned around and ran for the bathroom. Part of me wanted to chase after him and make sure he was okay, but I knew he needed time. Tonight had been a lot to process for him, being crowned prom prince, the proposal and now this. He just needed some alone time to catch his breath.
While he was gone I would get things ready, light the candles and make myself more...comfortable.
Lydia
"Whoever this is better have a damn good reason for calling," I said as I grabbed my phone from my bag.
"Bet you it's Stilinski," Jackson said from the bed.
I looked at the screen and saw Stiles goofy face. "Who else." I answered the phone. I knew this was going to happen. Knowing Stiles he is freaking out. He had one hell of a night and there was only so much he could process. "Hello."
"Lydia it's me!" Stiles hissed through the phone.
"No shit," Aiden muttered from the bed.
"Hello Stiles, guess what your interrupting," I said keeping my tone civil, but letting a little irritation bleed through.
"Yeah, yeah I am sorry I am interrupting your sexy time but I need you Lydia."
"So do we!" Jackson said loud enough for Stiles to hear.
I silenced him with a single look. "What is wrong?" I asked. "Did Scotts true alpha penis scare you or something?" I asked.
"What? No!" he sputtered. "Jeez Lydia could you not talk about my...fiances junk so casually!"
I rolled my eyes. "Sweetie I know this is your first time with anal so I figured that was what was freaking you out."
"Lydia...I don't know if I can do this," he said.
I froze. "What do you mean."
"Scott...he's so perfect...he's sweet and kind and caring. He's so filled with love and compassion. Look at everything he has done for me Lydia. All this time and effort and what have I done for him? What do I have to offer him."
"Are you seriously having doubts Stiles?" I asked.
"Yes!"
I took a deep breath and counted back from ten. Lord Jesus give me strength.
"Stiles after all these years why in the infinite hells would you start having doubts. I thought we were over this."
When Scott and Stiles finally admitted their feelings for one another and started dating Stiles had been filled with doubt. You would think after everything they had been through together it would be smooth sailing for the both of them.
But Stiles wasn't the most confident person in our pack. Even though we all valued him for his strength and his intelligence. Growing up as a school pariah with only one true friend can effect your sense of worth.
I regret not valuing him sooner. But like so many I was put off by his hyper bouts of manic activity and the never ending stream of words that poured from his mouth that to me always seemed pointless and without meaning.
Now I see what a fool I was, to focused on petty and shallow things.
Stiles and Scott were meant to be together, we all knew this. They just fit together in ways everyone but they seemed to see. I remember talking to Alison when she and Scott were dating, she would always ask questions about Scott and Stiles. They were just so easy going with one another and so tactile.
Isaac had been a bit more verbal about Scott and Stiles relationship, it had caused Scott and him to fight a few times because Isaac was jealous of how close they were and felt like he was second in Scott's eyes.
Kira was more understanding because lets face it, that girl was born from sunshine. But like Isaac and Alison she saw how they acted around one another. How they always found a way to touch one another. Whether is was touching shoulders when we all sat together at lunch or with an arm slung around eachothers shoulders when they were training.
It was clear to all of us they were meant to be. No one knew how to get Stiles to calm down like Scott could and no one could give Scott a pep talk like Stiles could.
But like I said Stiles had always felt like he was indicate to all of Scott's ex's. Even though he was a kitsune he wasn't a warrior like Kira was. Give that girl a weapon and she went from sweet and awkward to Beatrix Kiddo in a second.
But Stiles was more of a book worm. His talents lay more in studying and research. But that doesn't mean he should be trifled with. Last year a group of rogue hunters had come to town, looking to make a name for themselves by killing Scott.
Scott had taken a bullet to the stomach. I always knew Stiles had a dark side, you don't see death on a daily basis without having it rub off on you. But almost losing Scott had caused something in him to snap and I had nightmares about it for weeks afterwards.
Stiles was capable of doing a lot of things with his power. He could create a cold or warm wind to appear, use his power to hide our scents when we were dealing with a supernatural foe so we couldn't be tracked or our emotions read. There there was his little breath of life trick where he would breath fresh air into your lungs.
But I had rarely seen him use his abilities offensively, maybe to push an enemy back. But never to kill or seriously injure.
After Scott had been shot Stiles screamed in rage. His eyes blazed a fierce orange color. His kitsune aura shined with a green light and the wind blew so hard I almost couldn't breath. Stiles focused his wrath on the hunter, instead of giving air he was taking it. The hunter fell to the ground clutching his own throat, unable to speak.
We all tried to yell to Stiles, begging him to stop. It was chilling to remember the look on his face, his expression was blank but his eyes burned with such hate, it had made me sick to see. Kira had to fight him. She tried to snap him out of it but he attacked her in retaliation.
She had to knock him out. We got Scott to Deatons (Derek took the hunter to the station) and when Stiles woke up and realized what he did he freaked and ran home. He spent days in his room, no one could get him to come out, not even Scott.
I managed to get him to let me in and we talked. Or rather he cried and I listened to him.
He was ashamed of himself for almost killing that Hunter (even if he did have it coming). He was afraid Scott would push him away, that he deserved to be kicked out of the pack. Killing wasn't what we did. He felt like he had let us all down.
"I attacked Kira Lydia!" he had wailed. "Who attacks their own pack."
I had run my fingers through his hair and let him get it all out. Stiles also told me how even though he loves Scott he sometimes feels like he isn't worthy of him.
"Look at him Lydia, he's perfect in every way! What am I compared to him? What can I possible give him that makes me worth his time?"
Scott had been standing outside the door, listening to every word. He came rushing in, angry that Stiles had such a low opinion of himself. He took Stiles in his arms and refused to let go, even when Stiles tried to wiggle his way free.
Scott cried, telling Stiles how he had always loved him and always would. He told him how important he was to everyone in the pack and no one blamed him for what he did.
"You think Alison didn't want to put an arrow in his head? You think the others didn't want to rip him to shreds? You think I wouldn't have killed him if he had shot you."
I had left them then to give them privacy to talk. I went downstairs and made some tea. By the time they came into the kitchen they were both red-eyed and their cheeks were tear stained.
At the next pack meeting Stiles apologized to everyone. Not a single person blamed him. Kira hugged him and told him he was a mighty kitsune and she was proud to have fought him, hell even Aiden and Jackson complimented him.
"I didn't know you had it in you Stilinski," Jackson said.
"Dude, your more skilled than I thought," Aiden had said.
When Scott told me his plan to propose to Stiles and that they were going to have sex for the first time I had a feeling Stiles anxiety and self-doubt would rear its ugly head.
I hate being right sometimes.
"Stiles listen to me, we have talked about this before. Scott loves you no matter what."
"I know but...I feel bad. He has been so sweet to me and I feel bad because I haven't done anything for him."
"Stiles love isn't about giving someone a gift or paying them back for being nice to you. You make Scott happy and that is all you need to do."
Aiden and Jackson were starting without me. Aiden was laying on his back, propped up by pillows He was naked under the sheets, Jackson was next to him, just as naked by Jackson wasn't under the covers. He was laying on his stomach, his beautiful ass on full display. Jackson had his mouth wrapped around Aiden's left nipple and was gently sucking on it.
You'd think Jackson was playing with Aiden's dick from the way Aiden was moaning. Jackson knew Aiden had very sensitive nipples. They were his Achilles heel.
"Fuck, you're lucky your my type Jackson," Aiden said with a sigh.
Jackson let go of Aidens nipple and gave him his trademark grin. "I am everyone's type Aiden."
Aiden just smiled and brought his hand down on Jacksons ass. He let out a sharp yelp and crawled up Aidens body and they began to wrestle playfully on the bed.
There was once a time not too long ago the two of them were wrestling, but in a not so fun way. It involved claws and fangs and lots of blood.
They had been friends at first, when Ethan and his brother moved to town with the Hales Aiden and Jackson formed a quick connection. They both had a lot in common, both were good looking, cocky, confidant, both had a temper and both came from a werewolf bloodline.
Aiden and his twin Ethan had been adopted by Talia Hale after their parents died. She had saved them from being taken in by an old school werewolf pack who believed in more draconian and archaic werewolf behaviors. I shudder at the thought of the two of them growing up in a pack like that, who knows what that kind of environment would have done to their psych. They had left with Laura, Derek and Cora after the fire and came back during the incident with Peter.
Jackson was an orphan, his mother had been a werewolf. But both his parents had been in a car accident when he was still in his mom. His dad died on impact, his mother survived, but even her healing powers only prolonged her life long enough for her to be taken to the hospital so the doctors could save him.
Jackson was adopted by the Whittemores and grew up ignorant of his heritage. It wasn't until his gene activated and he became a werewolf that he finally learned the truth. Normally shifters turn during the early stages of puberty but Jackson had been a late bloomer.
I had dated them both and dumped them both. They had a sweet side and a dark side. They both tried to get back with me and their friendship had soured. More than once they had come to blows and I had to take them both by the ear and explain to them why it wasn't going to work with either of them.
I can't tell you exactly how we all ended up in a relationship.
It started with them both coming to me after I had told them off, they had a talk and called a truce and wanted to at least stay friends with me. I agreed, like I said they did have a sweet side.
We kept in contact, keeping things slow and easy. We spent a lot of time together, between the pack and helping them both with school work I started to develop a longing for both of them. I loved spending time with both of them and we all started hanging out after school and outside of pack get-togethers and meetings.
One night we fell asleep after watching the Notebook (Jackson and Aiden foolishly thought they could join forces to keep us from watching that movie) I was between the both of them. Jackson had his face buried in my hair and was making little whimpering sounds like a puppy having a dream.
Aiden had an arm hanging over the both of us. Like Jackson he was dreaming but I could tell it wasn't pleasant. I knew even after all these years Jackson and Ethan still had nightmares about the Hales. It had been hard for them to lose their second family.
Jackson awoke, having been alerted to his packmates distress. He got up and leaned over me to wake Aiden up. Aiden's eyes had flown open and he looked startled. Jackson placed his forehead to Ethans and calmed him down.
I wasn't surprised by how touchy-feel they were. They were werewolves, I had seen Jackson act tactile with all the members of the pack. Where humans were taught to avoid physical contact werewolves had a much stronger need for it.
Jackson instructed Aiden to breath, that he was safe and we were there with him. We were all safe. I remember Aiden caressing Jacksons face in a comforting motion, I don't think he meant to do it, he was still shaken up about the nightmare.
Than he realized what he was doing and that Jackson was leaning into his touch and they had this moment of eye-contact and before they knew what they were doing they were kissing. When they broke apart their eyes were glowing yellow and their lips were both puffy, they looked at me then shared a smirk.
The rest is history.
"You're right Lydia. I am sorry for bothering you. I am just still trying to process that I am going to be Mr. Stilinski-McCall and this is the first time we are going to have sex...I guess I am just worried things are going so good that I might ruin it by being a bad lay."
"If Malia's graphic description is anything to go by you are anything but bad in the sheets."
He chuckled. "Thanks Lydia. I needed this."
"What are friends for. Now if you'll excuse me, there is a man-sandwich I need to get between."
"Ew Lydia! Just ew!"
I laughed. "I'll talk to you in the morning Stiles. Oh and trying not to blow the hotel down."
"Lydia!"
I ended the call and put my phone back on the table. "Now then." I walked over to the bed. Jackson and Aiden watched me approach with glowing eyes, their bodies hard and flushed. I took off my bathrobe, letting them see the violet lingerie I had on. "Where were we?"
Stiles
I combed my hair. I kept on trying different styles and than messing it up. Finally I realized it was pointless to try and style my hair because I was here to have sex with my boyfriend not go out to a party.
After I had gotten off the phone with Lydia I took a shower, hoping it would calm my nerves.
After I got out I dried off and put a bathrobe on, I looked at the sink and saw Liam and the others had brought spare toiletries for Scott and I. Judging from how neat and organized everything was Mason had put them in here. Mason was a bit OCD and organization, Liam on the other hand was the kind of guy who would just dump his stuff and leave it there for him to sort out later.
I brushed my teeth and put on some deodorant, than I began working on my hair. I told myself I was merely trying to freshen up but I finally had to confess to myself that I was merely trying to stall.
Even after my talk with Lydia I was still nervous. I may not be a virgin but this was my first time with another guy and Scott had more experience.
What if I ruin everything because I am inexperienced?
Scott has made everything so perfect, I don't want to end things on a bad note.
I took a deep breath and looked at my reflection. "You're being a fucking idiot," I told myself.
How many times have we been in a life and death situation? How much time did I spend pinning after Scott, but always to afraid to make a move for fear that adding romance might end in a broken relationship and a broken friendship.
Lets be honest, Scott is the MVP here. He rose to be the true alpha and one of the most popular guys at school. The only reason I am prom prince is because I am dating him.
I am still scrawny, neurotic, unpopular Stiles.
I thought of all those people downstairs who acted like they were best friends with Scott...bunch of phonies! I have been his friend since day one! I have always been by his side! I have always believed in him and loved him!
Yeah, we had our little fights and tiffs. Like who was better DC or Marvel, or how irritatingly trusting he was of strangers. But we always made up.
I glared at my reflection, my eyes shined orange. "You deserve to be loved Stiles. Now got get your man!"
I shook my head firmly and walked out of the bathroom, I headed for the bedroom, I was all confident and sure of myself, but the second I laid eyes on Scott that all flew out the window.
Scott had lit some of the scented candles. There light was the only thing illuminating the bedroom. The bed sheets were pulled down and Scott had his back turned to me, he was nude, the sight of his naked backside sent shivers from the top of my head to the bottom of my feet.
Scott turned around, I saw he was setting up his iPhone to play us some music.
I have seen Scott naked so many times I can say in full confidence that I know every part of him in full detail. We had a shape-shifter (the kind who turns into other people) running around causing chaos, he tried to have sex with me by taking Scott's form. The second I saw his groin I knew he wasn't Scott because Scott was not that big.
Don't get me wrong, Scott is above average. But the shifter seemed to have been one of those people who thought werewolves-especially alphas- had super big dicks and large balls.
I asked Derek about that myth and he said it was started by werewolves to lure in gullible idiots who thought becoming a werewolf would give them bigger dicks. It gave them enhanced stamina, but not an enhanced dick.
When he was soft he didn't seem like anything out of the ordinary, he had been circumcised when he was born but the skin had healed when his bloodline activated. Once the blood started pumping that beast could get pretty big. The head was round and thick, perfect for the initial penetration, already there was a bead of precum starting to leak from his slit. His balls were mostly hidden by the thick black bush of pubic hair that he kept trimmed.
He eyed me and I could feel the anxiety building. I was still wearing the bathrobe and didn't feel like taking it off.
He began to walk to me, his dick swaying proudly between his legs. He stopped just an inch from me, so close I could feel the heat radiating from his skin. He slowly undid the tie of my rob and tugged it off me, I stood before him nude and felt both aroused and vulnerable.
He stared into my eyes, never once breaking eye-contact. Not when his hands gently touched my sides and pulled me closer so our cocks were pressed firmly together. I could not help but gasp at the electric sensation of our most intimate places touching.
We have been together for over a year, but we have never done anything so intimate. We would kiss and make out and sometimes grab the others ass, but that was it. I was happy to go for full on sex, but Scott was a bit more hesitant. After three failed relationships he wanted us to go slow. I understood, the only person I had slept with was Malia and that had mostly been about sex so I could understand why Scott wanted to work on the relationship before we moved to the more intimate parts.
But now...pressed against him, my cock quickly swelling with life, mirrored by his own manhood. The both of us throbbing in tune with our heartbeats as blood was redirected to our organs. I brought my hands up and cupped his face, he smiled and I felt my heart ache.
"You've changed so much Scotty," I told him. "Your a man now. I'm so proud of the person you have become. I always knew you could do great things. The town has no idea how lucky it is to have you."
"Us Stiles," he whispered gently. "It has us. I know you don't see it Stiles...but if it wasn't for you I wouldn't be here. You saved my life when I was a kid, you taught me to control my instincts when I became a werewolf. When I became an alpha and ever doubted myself or my ability you were there to keep me motivated. We all needed you Stiles, you were there for all of us. When Derek found out he had a son who spent hours doing research and watching Vlogs about guys who were struggling to be a single parent?"
Derek had been resistant at first, but desperation won out in the end and we sat down to go over everything I had found for him to help him adjust to his new role. Damian could be just as stubborn and growly like his dad and they pushed each others buttons.
Kate was a horrible excuse for a human being-and I have no doubt she is burning in hell right now. But Damian loved her and loosing her affected him deeply. I could relate. I loved my mom and losing her had hurt him bad.
They were both confused and hurting. When Damian was poisoned by Jenifer I remember looking at Derek as he held his boys hand as he lay dying on the hospital bed. His eyes wet with tears and his whole body shook. When he learned he could use his alpha power to save his son he didn't hesitate, even when there was a possibility he could die.
After that things changed between them. Derek was determined to become a better father and Damian realized Derek really did love him.
"And how many nights did you spend doing research on banshees for Lydia? Going online and trying to find other women who might be banshees as well."
It hadn't been easy. Some of the women I found were psychic but not banshees. They were very rare, the only others we knew about were Lydias grandmother and a woman who was now living at Eichen house.
She was afraid she would end up like them. Insane or dead.
I spent a lot of nights learning everything I could to try and help her understand more about her true nature. Trying to ease her fears and put her at ease.
Scott moved his hips, rotating them in a circular motion. I moaned, but I didn't break my eye contact with him.
"You helped me train Liam, you even went to yoga with him and encouraged him to tell Mason. You helped Kira when she was struggling to learn how to control her kitsune spirit, even when she attacked you, you never gave up on her. You have always been the backbone of this pack Stiles."
"Scotty." tears began to swell in my eyes. He was thrusting upwards now, causing our dicks to slide against one another. I could feel my legs start to tremble.
"Feel how hard I am Stiles?" he asked, his voice husky.
"Yes," I whimpered.
"See what you do to me? I'm so hard for you it hurts."
"Scott," I whined.
"I used to fantasize about you when I hit puberty, it got so much worse when I was a werewolf. As soon as I would smell you I would pop a boner. Every full moon I wanted to ravish you, rip the cloths from your body and fuck you into the earth. Cover you in my seed so the whole world would know you were mine."
I had to place my hands on his shoulders to keep from falling forward. My legs were so weak now, Scott was turning me into a pile of jello with each thrust of his hips.
"But I was afraid of what I was, of the things I wanted to do to you. You were my Stiles, my best friend, my breath of fresh air. I thought my feelings were evil thoughts from the wolf. But now I understand those feelings have always been there, growing with my body. All this time I have wanted you, craved you. Are you ready to make love Stiles?"
"Yes," I breathed out.
"Are you ready for my knot? Want me to fill you up and fall asleep filled with my cock and my seed?"
"Oh God yes!"
"Gonna treat you so good, my little prince. Gonna to make you cry and beg and scream!"
"Yes Scotty, please just take me already! I need you now."
We kissed and I filled him with air, he drank it all in greedily. It was something I only did with him. Sharing fresh air. I used to do it all the time when we were kids and he was having an asthma attack. Even after he became a werewolf to help him calm dow, though once he started dating I did it less frequently. Only when he was having a panic attack and having issues with his instincts.
I loved giving him air, to provide life to him in such an intimate way.
He took a deep breath and pulled away, causing me to whine at the loss of skin contact. He picked me up and carried me to the bed, he laid me down and grabbed a bottle of lube.
"Turn over," he ordered.
His voice was more commanding, I knew some of the wolf was bleeding through. I didn't mind. The wolf was just another part of Scott. I loved both parts of him, the man and the beast.
I rolled onto my belly and Scott sat behind me, I heard the sound of the bottle cap being pulled off and lube being squeezed out.
"Just relax, I got you."
I did as instructed, resting my head on the pillow. Scott kissed the back of my neck, all the way down to plant a kiss on each cheek. He gave me a quick, painless slap. "Fuck you got a nice ass. It's going to jiggle so nice when I'm pounding into it."
His words caused me to squirm. I was dying to have him inside me. I didn't care if my hole was dry or not. His finger probed my hole, gently at first, teasing the outside rim before it plunged in. I gave a little cry, Scott rubbed my back soothingly.
"Shh, you're doing so good Stiles. Let me get you ready and I will make you feel so good. I promise."
Scott knew how to stretch a guy out, his experience with Isaac gave him all the pointers he needed. He soon had me moaning like a whore. He was so so careful, and loving, praising me for my ability to take his fingers so expertly.
I almost cried when he pulled out. "Alright, just one more thing I want to do."
I felt him move and shuddered when his hands pulled my cheeks apart. I turned my head to see what he was doing, I gasped when I saw his face heading right for my-
"Fuck!" I hissed.
"Like that?" he asked licking a long line from my balls to my pucker.
His face pushed into my ass and I squirmed as his tongue moved around my hole. His hands gently kneaded my cheeks. When his tongue pushed into me. I reached behind and grabbed his hair, pulling his face closer into me.
"Fuck, yes Scotty! Feels so good," I moaned.
He pulled back and spat on my hole. "Taste so good. Glad I got the cherry lube." He kissed and nibbled on my cheeks. "All those times in the locker room, teasing me with this perfect ass. I'd get so damn hard. I wanted to take you right there, in front of everyone. Make you scream my name."
I laughed. "I didn't know you could be so damn dirty Scott."
He chuckled darkly. "You're going to find out how dirty I can be."
I cried out as he buried his face back into my crack. I squeezed my toes and gripped the sheets of the bed. Scott was eating me out, making the most filthy and wet sounds. His tongue dug into the softest, intimate parts of my body.
He sounded like a wild animal feasting on his prey.
He gently rolled me over onto my back and smiled down at me, his eyes raked over my sweaty, flushed body. His mouth was wet, covered in lube and spittle.
"Scotty, please I need you!" I begged him.
"Need you to." I spread my legs so he could settle between me. "I'm going to go in slow. Let me know if there is any discomfort. Okay."
I nodded.
He put some more lube on his dick and grabbed my legs, my ankles rested on his thighs. I spread my cheeks for him, his eyes kept on flashing between crimson red to their regular brown.
I felt him slap my hole a few time and jumped at the sensation. He placed his cockhead at my opening and began to push, but when hit slid off he let out a deep growl of frustration.
"Fuck your so tight Stiles!"
"Your just big," I replied.
He grabbed his dick and began to push into me. There was a strong pressure at my entrance, I tried to stay relaxed, I could feel his head trying to push into me.
"Harder Scotty, please I can't wait no more!" I begged.
He growled in response and have a sharp thrust of his hip. His head finally breached me, filling me up and catching on my rim.
"Oh God Scott!" I cried.
He sat there with only his head in me, letting me get used to the intrusion, we were both breathing heavily. Fire flooding though both of us, I could feel him tremble, no doubt he was fighting the urge to bury himself in me. He wouldn't have to wait long, I didn't care if it hurt. I wasn't going to make Scott hold back. Because I didn't want him to.
I moved my hips, trying to get more of him into me, he pushed forward and began to slide deeper into me. It was a little uncomfortable, having a foreign object pushing its way into me. Scott kept going, his face scrunched up in concentration, his mouth partially open.
He gasped softly with each inch he got into me, when I felt his balls pressing against my taint. "Are you okay?" he asked.
I nodded. "I can feel you Scotty, your so big, stretching me out, so warm!"
He pulled out and then pushed back into me, I felt his pubic hair rub against my cheeks. I held out my hands and Scott grabbed them. He began to pick up the pace, neither going too fast or slow. Just right for both of us to ride the waves of pleasure.
My cock bounced against my stomach, splattering drops of semen on my stomach. Scott's eyes were red now, the room was filled the sounds of our grunting and of skin slapping against skin.
"My knot is getting ready to pop!" he warned me.
"Knot me Scotty!" I begged.
He pulled me up so I was sitting in his lap, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and my legs around his waist. He continued to thrust into me, our new position allowed him to hit a cluster of nerves I didn't even know I had.
I rested my forehead against his, we were both sweating, my hair clung to his in sticky clumps.
"I love you Scott," I told him.
"I love you Stiles, since the day we first met!" I could feel a swelling at the base of his cock, his knot was starting to form, he wasn't going to last much longer.
Scott suddenly jumped up so I was still in his lap, but now he was crouched on his feet, My ass rested on his groin and my thighs on his. At this angle he was able to thrust even harder and deeper into me, the warmth that had building up inside me began to spread like wildfire!
"Scott, I'm gonna cum!" I warned him.
"Come for me Stiles! CUM!" he roared.
He gave a brutal thrust, hitting those nerves so harshly that I threw my head back and screamed. At that moment I realized several things were happening, my kitsune aura appeared, covering my body in a green fox shaped form. Second, the moment my orgasm hit the window burst open and a sudden gust of wind shot through the room, blowing out the candles and causing rose petals to fly everywhere. Third, Scott's knot fully expanded, locking us together as his rod began to shoot a stream of semen into my hole.
The wind died down and my aura vanished, it was dark now without the candles. But I could still see Scott's face, he was breathing hard, his body still trembled as his dick still shot pulse after pulse of liquid into me.
I kissed him, breathing air into him. We sat there, him still resting on his feet, holding me in his lap. Locked together in the most intimate kind of embrace. "That was perfect," I told him.
"You were perfect," he replied.
I looked down where we were locked together, seeing his knot in my hole made my dick twitch. He was still pulsing inside me.
"Was I?" I asked. "I know it was my first time with a guy. I-"
He kissed me again, silencing me before I could start doubting myself. "Stiles, you were amazing. You took my dick like a champ."
"Really?"
He smiled, giving me a proud look. "Oh yeah. I almost came as soon as my head was inside you, you are so damn tight man!"
I felt a sense of satisfaction at his words. "How long will we be locked together?"
"Maybe half an hour. Less or more, it depends."
"This has all been so perfect Scotty," I told him.
"It's all going to be better, because you know what comes next?"
"What.?"
"We move in together, get married, I go to college and become a vet and we adopt a bunch of kids and have that big family you always wanted."
I let out a sigh of contentment. "That sounds wonderful."
We waited until his knot went down, once he was able to pull out I had to quickly shut my cheeks to keep his seed from leaking out of my ass. We went to the bathroom and took a nice warm shower, slowly cleaning one another.
When we went back to the room Scott took a big, deep breath, enjoying the still fresh smell of our sex that hung like a heavy perfume in the air. We changed the sheets and climbed into bed. He curled around me, wrapping his arms around me.
He kissed the back of my neck and soon his soft snores filled the room. I staid awake for a little while, mostly because my damn ADHD brain was still running at a hundred miles per hour and mostly because I had a slight ache coming from my ass.
If I was human the pain would be more intense, but just because I healed faster than humans didn't mean I still couldn't get aches and pains from overworking myself.
One chapter of my life was ending, but another was beginning, I would no longer let doubt cloud my mind about my relationship with Scott. I still had some self-worth issues to work out, but it didn't matter if I believed in myself because I had Scott to believe in me.
I was finally ready to embrace our relationship and all the joys it had to offer.
Ten Years Later
Scott
"Daddy!"
"Hey Claudia!" I said bending down to pick up my four year old daughter and pull her into my arms.
"Tata is making dinner," she stated.
"I know I can smell it. Meatball spaghetti, salad and garlic toast."
I carried her into the kitchen where Stiles was making dinner. He was in front of the stove stirring a pot of tomato sauce. Our two year old Johnathan sat in his seat with a small cup of juice.
Max, our husky sat behind Stiles, no doubt hoping he could get him to give him a small snack by begging.
"Hey sweetie, how was work?" Stiles asked.
I walked over to him and gave him a peck on the cheek. "Same old. Mrs. Lerrey's cat accidentally at some of her pills. She is okay, needed some time to get the medication out of her system."
I took a deep breath, my stomach was already growling.
"Mmm, smells delicious."
"I got a call from Lydia, she was wondering if I could look after her kids this weekend."
I frowned. "But your already looking after Cam, Nichole and Theo and Malias kids."
Cam and Nichole were Isaac and Alisons son and daughter. We wouldn't know if either of them were human or werewolves until they shifted. Theo and Malia had the most kids out of anyone in the pack with a total of five. Three girls and two boys. Problem was since female werecyotes transfer some of their power to their offspring Malia was almost entirely human, all she could change now were her eyes. She could only tap into her full power on the night of a full moon.
Everyone in the pack had settled and started a family, Erica and Boyd were on vacation with their two boys and Cora and Kira had birthed a couple of kids they made using some DNA they got from a bank.
Lydia, Jackson and Aiden had three with a fourth on the way. The twin girls were Aidens and the boy was Jacksons. They all had varying shades of red hair from crimson to strawberry blonde.
Danny and Ethan were childless, but were talking about adopting soon, everyone else in the pack had a child, they wanted to add to our growing pack.
Derek was still single, after the disaster that was his love life he focused most of his energy into raising Damian who was seventeen now and would graduate next year.
Liam and Hayden got married after they graduated college and were thinking about trying for kids in a few years. Mason and Corey were a little more complicated. Mason wanted kids but Corey had some personal issues about parenthood thanks to his overly neglectful parents.
It had caused some issues between them and they were going to couples therapy to help Corey through his issues.
Cora and Kira were back in Japan. Kira was trying to organize her kitsune brothers and sisters. Kitsune were not organized like werewolves and Kira believed if that changed than the kitsune would prosper more. She and Stiles had been working together on opening a secret school to train kitsune.
"I talked to Derek, Damian said he would come over and help. You know how much he loves the kids."
We both grinned. Damian acted like he hated babysitting his little cousins, but we all knew he loved to play with them. He even let the girls polish his nails.
"Damian is going to have a tea party with us!" Claudia said with excitement.
"He is?"
She nodded. "Yep, then I am going to braid his hair!"
Stiles and I both laughed. I could already see Damian sitting on the floor while Claudia braided his hair. He looked a lot like his dad, having inherited his fathers scowl.
"Alright guys, time to eat," Stiles said.
I helped set the table and washed my hands. We all ate our dinner together. Max hid under the table, no doubt waiting for crumbs to fall on the floor. I held Stiles hand as we ate. Claudia was helping Johnathan eat his food. We watched Claudia dab her little brothers cheek with a napkin.
"She's just like you, all neat and tidy," I told him.
"I raised my little girl right," he said proudly.
"You? Don't you mean we?" I asked.
"Funny, especially seeing how you never seem to be around to do the dishes, or do the laundry," he said cooly.
I swallowed my food, I quickly put a large amount of pasta in my mouth so I wouldn't be able to talk.
"Just what I thought," he said with a grin.
That night, after we got the kids to bed and we were under out covers I laid awake. I watched Stiles (who was dead asleep) and like I did every night, I thanked God for bringing him into my life.
The last ten years had been perfect, there had been a few speedbumps here and there but nothing we couldn't handle or work around. Even werewolves and kitsune have to put in a little extra effort in a relationship sometimes. Stiles was a wonderful dad, he loved our kids. It didn't matter that they were adopted. Stiles loved and adored them as if they were his own.
This was the life I had dreamed of all those years ago.
From the moment his lips touched mine we were destined to come here, to love and marry and raise a family. Blessed to live out the rest of our days in happiness.
I cuddled him closer and rested my head on my pillow. I was almost asleep when he suddenly turned around to face me. He cracked open a single sleepy eye and smiled. He moved forward and kissed me and the familiar sensation of air filling me could be felt.
He had always been and will always be my breath of life, my mate, my love, my Stiles.
Fusedtwilight: So, got some bad news. After this chapter the updates will be less frequent. I am still working on the next chapter and wish I could say it will be up this time next week but I have put the next chapter on hold so I can write the wood chapter which will be a Sterek fic. It will be a very long chapter and after I finish editing it I will wait for the episode where Derek and Stiles are supposed to return to air before I share it with you all. After I am done with the wood chapter I will continue to work on the chapter after this one.
It is the ocean kitsune chapter and this time it will take place in Hawaii and feature our favorite human Danny. Is anyone else sad that we won't see him again on the show?
I hope you all enjoyed this chapter.
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