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Peter Hale, Derek Hale, and Deaulicon all looked at the clock and calmly moved so that they could get a view of the front of their shop. At their action most of the employees at Hale to the Coffee quickly moved so that they could see the front door.

A few minutes later a young man came into the shop, with an older man, and a strawberry blond girl. This time the man and the redhead were chiding the boy. "You should be in bed! The doctors said it could be weeks before your ribs heal and you know your Dad is going to kill you for leaving the house." The older man said in frustration.

"I'm not letting that dick keep me from my job or my routine. It's bad enough that I had to move back in with Dad. I'm not playing into his sick little games." The young man snapped back.

"Stiles, please be reasonable. No one is telling you you have to stop working, but at least work from home. You own the company, Jordan and I are more than qualified to run the place while you are at home resting. Scott and Isaac can handle their departments by themselves and Erica is a badass that makes people cry if they screw up. You know that your can do your job, we know that you can do your job. Everyone knows that you can do your job. You have nothing to prove." Lydia Martin said pleadingly.

Jackson was staring from his place at one of the tables, a look of irritation on his face. "Stiles what the fuck are you doing out of bed?" The young man snapped as he jumped out of his chair and stalked over to where the three were standing and arguing.

Like many in town he came into the Coffee shop because it was literally the best coffee in town and because the danish was orgasm worthy. He also liked the scenery because everyone that worked for the place were hot like a forest fire and Danny was trying to find a way to ask one of the guys that worked there on a date.

"I'm getting coffee." Stiles deadpanned.

"That's not what I meant and you know it! You've been out of the hospital for exactly one day and you are already up and moving around which you told Melissa you wouldn't do. Scott is going to have a full grown elephant and Melissa is going to kill the rest of us for letting you out. Seriously are you trying to get Scott to pout at the world again, because normally I find that entertaining, but not in this situation." Jackson snarled and before Stiles could stop him Jackson picked him up, carefully, and carried him to their normal table.

"Would you stop doing that?" Stiles asked in exasperation.

"No, because you are not supposed to be doing anything but laying in bed, that includes walking you duffus." Danny said as Jackson carefully sat Stiles down in his normal chair.

Peter Hale barely kept himself from growling at the condition of the normally vivacious young man that offered himself and the others that worked for Hale to the Coffee such entertainment in the mornings and late evenings.

"I-" Stiles began, only to groan when the door opened and the Sheriff walked into the store. "Hi Dad."

Peter blinked, this was the Sheriff's son? Zale Stilinski had only been the Sheriff of Beacon Hills for six months. The man was very well liked and had bragged far and wide that his son and his friends were going to move their business to Beacon Hills so that he could be with his father. They knew that Melissa McCall had taken a job at the hospital in anticipation of this and was also well liked as she was an excellent trauma doctor and had experience with supernatural beings.

It had been quite a boon to get both of them and Talia had bragged on herself for weeks for having done so. Peter had finally taken to making faces and getting his younger nieces and nephews to repeating her words to get her to stop bragging.

"Stiles, kids." Zale said crossing his arms and giving Stiles a look that said clearly that he was done with Stiles's shit.

Stiles huffed and then pouted. "I have work."

"You also have a computer, skype, and you blackmailed Danny into wiring the house with wifi better than we have at the station!" Zale rejoined.

"I don't want him to win." Stiles said back.

Zale sighed and rubbed a hand down his face. "He's not going to win Stiles. You got away. You are the only person to ever get away from Gerard Argent. Hell we only know that he was the Pure Truth because you *got* away. Please give me break and get back in bed."

Peter wasn't the only one to suck in a breath of horror. Stiles was the owner of Spark Inc. That meant that he was the one taken by Gerard Argent and nearly murdered for having supernatural beings working for his company. Chris Argent had already condemned his father and had helped the authorities find and arrest Gerard. It had been something of a scandal as Gerard was one of the most well documented serial killers and terrorists against supernatural. He had been acting for nearly three decades.

He had killed his own daughter for having been turned, not that anyone had known it at the time and then had killed his daughter-in-law three years earlier. It had been assumed that they were killed by the 'Pure Truth' because they had both been well known federal agents that helped protect and arrest supernatural beings.

Chris Argent was actually a friend of Peter's and had been horrified that his father had murdered so many including members of his own family. Peter had never liked Gerard, he actually hated the man, but he adored Kate and Victoria and was saddened by their deaths. He could only imagine what Gerard would have done to Chris had he known that Chris and Peter had once again started up the relationship that had when they were younger and before they went to college.

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Derek Hale didn't know what the problem was with the new Emissary for the Hale Pack, but if the guy accused him of endangering his daughter one more time, he was going to slam the guy into a wall. Derek didn't even care if it would upset his mother anymore.

"Look Stiles, I don't know where the hell you get off telling me that I endanger my kid. I don't even put pictures of Erica online and I don't have a youtube account. Hell I don't even use Facebook so that no one can trace me back to the Hale Pack." Derek snapped as he resisted the urge to growl and flash eyes.

Stiles raised an eyebrow in distaste. "Really?" He asked and pulled out his tablet, bringing up the video of Erica singing.

Stiles's eyes widened when Derek went white and nearly fell over. "Woah Dude!" Stiles reached out and caught Derek after shoving his tablet onto his work table.

"You really didn't know." Stiles murmured.

"No! I would never, Erica can't control her shift fully. Oh my god, what if a hunter saw this? Oh fuck, oh fuck." Derek said, this time he did lose control of his shift and he began to growl as he realized just who posted that video. "Laura." Derek growled.

Stiles grimaced, because what the fuck was the woman thinking. "Okay, that's a shitty thing to do to somebody and I'm really sorry that I accused you of endangering your daughter." Stiles said as he held still and hoped that Derek didn't tighten his hands any further because the werewolf was really close to puncturing Stiles' skin. 

If Stiles came home smelling of blood and wolf, his sons would freak out and Stiles really didn't want Isaac and Scott to panic that Stiles had been attacked.

Derek seemed to sense Stiles' thoughts because he looked down and immediately forced himself to relax and go back to fully human. "I'm sorry, I didn't hurt you did I?" Derek asked slightly fretful.

"Nah, I'm good. Thanks for not clawing me by the way. My twins would freak if I came home smelling like wolf and blood. I had that happen already and wow was that a nightmare. Two baby wolves who think their daddy's been attacked by a wolf is not fun. Thankfully my Dad is an awesome grandpa and his husband Jordan is the ultimate in calm, so between the three of us we were able to convince them I was okay." Stiles babbled easily.

Derek blinked in surprise. "You have twin baby werewolves?" 

"Yeah, their about Erica's age. Their Mom was a born wolf, but we lost her to Hunter's when the twins were about two weeks old. She was my best friend and decided one day we were going to have a kid together." Stiles smiled sadly. "She was awesomely terrifying." 

Derek laughed sadly, "That sounds like Erica's mom, only Julia was human. She had cancer and wanted to have a baby before she passed."

Stiles nodded his understanding he then cleared his throat and wondered how to ask. "Look I know I haven't made the best of impressions, but the twins don't have anyone to play with or really any one to interact with that is their own age. Do you think that maybe they could hang out with Erica?"

Derek smiled softly, sadly. "I think you made a great impression. My sister is going to get it from me at the first opportunity, but you have probably saved me a future heartache. As for the twins, I think that would be a great idea. We have a few other cubs Erica's age that will be back in town soon and I think your family would fit in well. Boyd and Allison are sweet kids. Boyd is the adopted son of my brother Dominic and his mate Gabriel and Allison is my Uncle Peter and his mate Chris's daughter. Chris used to be a hunter, but he retired and helps protect the Pack from hunters." Derek told Stiles who smiled brightly in response.

"Thanks." Stiles said, pleased. Derek just smiled in response and took the package that Stiles had for his mother. Derek hoped that meant that he and Stiles would actually be able to get along.

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When Derek walked into the house the whole family was there, including Chris and Laura. Derek went and sat across from Chris, but he was glaring fiercely at Laura.

"What's wrong Derbear? Did you and the pretty Stiles get into another argument?" Laura asked with a smirk.

"Uncle Chris, do hunter's use youtube?" Derek asked coldly. Every adult in the room went still. This wasn't Derek's irritated tone. That was Derek's I'm going to kill someone tone.

Chris looked at Derek in confusion, but answered. "Yes actually. Some of the more unethical use it as a way to check and see if they can find Pack's. You'd be surprised how many people have made the mistake of using social media and bringing themselves to the attention of hunters. Why?"

Laura had gone stock still beside Chris. "Well I found out why Stiles thinks I'm a bad parent and why he disliked me. Imagine my surprise when I found out that there was a video of my daughter singing on the internet, one where her eyes flashed gold." Derek spat the words out. Laura went pale at the blue tint to Derek's eyes.

"How could you be so careless Laura?" Derek asked finally letting his rage out.

"It was cute, I didn't mean anything by it Derek. I was trying to show how adorable she is." Laura protested.

"Son of a bitch." Peter growled and he wasn't the only wolf to do so. "Take the fucking video down Laura before you get all of our pups killed." 

"Laura." Talia Hale said quietly, stunned by how careless her daughter had been.

Laura nodded and ran to use the computer in the study to do as ordered. She hadn't meant to hurt anyone, she hadn't really thought of how it could put them in danger.

Derek huffed as Laura left and looked at his brother and uncle. "Stiles has twins, both wolves. He asked if they could play with the Pack's pups. I said yes. I hope that is okay."

Talia stared. "He has children?"

Derek nodded, a soft smile crossing his face. "Yeah, he lost their Mom to hunters, which was why he was so upset when he thought I posted the video of Erica. They are her age."

"Someone has a crush." Cora said as she stretched her legs out in front of her, relaxing now that she knew Derek wasn't going to kill someone.

Derek blushed. "Shut up Cora." Cora just smirked, he didn't deny it.

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Just after Stiles Stilinski turned 18 years old he went to meet the men and women who served in the same unit as his father Zale. He needed help to rescue his Dad and Stiles knew that the only people he could trust were the ones he had never actually met.

Stiles had been kept from his Dad most of his life by his mother's family. When he turned 16, his father left the military and Stiles left Claudia's family without thought. They may have raised him, but Stiles knew it was only to hurt his Dad. They hated Stiles nearly as much as they hated his Dad.

Now his father had been taken by hunters and Stiles needed help getting him back. Stiles had fought them in the past, but he was an 18 year old kid with no back up and no battle experience. One or two hunters he could deal with, a whole clan not so much.

Chris Argent looked up from his bottle of beer and nearly swallowed his tongue. Peter raised an eyebrow and looked to where Chris was staring. "Hmm... pretty." Peter agreed. Chris snorted as everyone at their table turned to check out the boy.

"Careful gentlemen that is Zale's son." Ennis said in amusement.

"That's Stiles?" Derek, Peter's nephew asked in shock.

"Yep." Ennis said with a smile.

Stiles walked straight to the table and they all noticed the way he walked with the same gait as his father, but held a sense of quiet stillness that not even Chris could match. It made their curiosity about the boy increase and added to the sense that something was wrong.

"Stiles." Deaulicon greeted.

Stiles nodded and sat down. "Thanks for coming. My Dad needs your help, I need your help." Stiles said bluntly. He had never been one to ease into things and was blunt.

Kali raised an eyebrow at the teen. "What happened?"

"Dad's been taken by a group of psycho assholes calling themselves hunters. What they are are dickbags. I can kill maybe one or two of them, but not a whole clan and not by myself." Stiles said honestly.

"Well..." Talia Hale said from the table to the left of where her brother and his team were sitting with her son.

"Huh, werewolves, cool." Stiles said and shrugged when everyone gaped at him.

Peter snorted, he liked Stiles. He was looking forward to getting to know the boy once they killed everyone and rescued Zale.

When Hannibal Smith had gotten a request from an old friend to come to the bar his sister owned Hannibal took answered. Peter Hale wasn't someone who asked for help lightly. It would be serious for the beta werewolf to call him and Hannibal's team in.That Peter had also called in the Losers meant that shit was hitting the fan.

When Hannibal arrived with his men, Clay and his men were getting ready to walk into the room. Clay's face was pinched in worry.

Hannibal and Clay may have been exonerated by the Army and retired, but they still carried the same sense of caution that carried them through the time that they had been hunted and were declared deserters. 

"Do you know what's going on?" Clay asked as he stepped beside Hannibal, listening to their men greet each other with their usual insults and humor, though it was strained.

"Peter just said he needed help and would explain when we got here." Hannibal answered with a grimace. Clay nodded his understanding.

When they walked into the bar they could see Peter and his team also there, they were all looking at a teenage boy who was having a conversation on the phone. Peter nodded to them and motioned them closer.

"I don't care, I'm fairly certain there is a math professor somewhere near me that can calculate the level of my don't give a fuck. I have a mountain high ability to go tell you to fuck yourself in multiple languages. The problem is that I don't have the time or the patience to do so, so goodbye and I hope you die." The boy snapped and hung up his phone. He huffed and proceeded to pull his phone apart mumbling to himself about self entitled assholes.

The people in the bar, Clay and Hannibal included, were amused by the conversation. The boy looked up and blinked, then looked at Peter. "More werewolves huh?" 

Clay tensed and so did Hannibal. "Yes." Peter said simply. The boy smiled brightly in response.

"Awesome." He chirped and then turned to look at the two teams that walked in. Clay swallowed at the amber eyed gaze. The familiarity was increasing by the moment.

"Stiles Stilinski I would like you to meet Colonel Franklin Clay, to his right is John 'Hannibal' Smith. Behind them and to the left is Captain William Roque and the right Templeton 'Faceman' Peck. Behind them and to the right is Sergeant Linwood 'Pooch' Porteous on the right is Bosco Albert 'B.A," Baracus. To Pooch's left is Sergeant Carlos 'Cougar' Alvarez and to the right of B.A. is H.M. 'Howling Mad' Murdock. Standing at Cougar's side Captain Jake Jensen. They have all served with your father and he was the one that cleared their names." Peter said as he pointed to each man. 

The men all stared at the teenager. This was Zale Stilinski's son. Stiles nodded and gave a half wave to each of them. They all turned when the door opened again and a small redhead came through the door. She looked furious and Stiles said, "Uh oh."

"Stiles Stilinski what the hell do you think you are doing going off to start a war without me?" The redhead demanded.

"You were doing the college tour thing." Stiles protested. "I didn't want to interrupt and I wasn't sure if I could actually get help to kill everyone and get my dad back."

The redhead huffed. "Don't be foolish, you and your father are more important to me. Besides I know how to make explosives remember. I taught you several of them."

"I think I'm in love." Jackson Whittemore said as he leaned over to his friend Danny and the other young members of the Pack.

Stiles grinned at her in affection and then hugged her tight. "There's a whole clan Lydia. I didn't know what else to do."

"Well we're here and we will help you get your father back." Clay said to the pair, who he really liked.

"Thanks." Stiles said gratefully as he let the girl go and then turned to face them. "This is Lydia Martin, my sister of the heart and companion in mayhem and destruction."

The girl flipped her hair over her shoulder and smiled at them. "Mayhem and destruction are fun, especially against assholes who hurt the family." She proclaimed.

"I really think I'm in love." Jackson said starstruck.

"Right. Good plan, um why did they take your Dad?" Jensen said as he bounced over and sat beside them. He liked these two and if Stiles was anything like his Dad Jensen knew that they could trust him.

"It's my fault." Stiles said with a grimace.

"It's not your fault! That asshole had it coming." Lydia protested.

Stiles nodded, his face tight. "I killed Alan Deaton. Now the Calavera's want me to work exclusively for them. They took my Dad and are hiding him in their compound. I've been on the run for about a week, but I know they wont hurt him because they know I wont help them at all if they do that."

Clay couldn't believe this and he wasn't the only one. Alan Deaton's death had echoed through the community like a tsunami. No one had known that the member of the Council of the Judgement had been evil and known as the Dark Druid. The Dark Druid had been responsible for a great number of deaths and demonic rituals and was on the hunt list for every Pack and supernatural being in the US and South America. 

"How?" Talia Hale asked, just as stunned as the rest of the room.

"He had me possessed by the Nogitsune." Stiles began. A sweet faced girl made a pained shocked sound. Stiles and Lydia gave her a gentle smile. 

"Thankfully my Dad and Lydia helped me subdue and then destroy the dark kitsune." Stiles said with a shrug.

"How?" The girl asked stunned and awed.

Both Stiles and Lydia grimaced. "You don't want to know." They answered in unison.

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Ziela Bunnied on Farm Bunnies: 

Based on jerakeenc post

“all this soulmate mark fic out there and yet we still don’t have one where everyone gets a pretty signature on their wrist while stiles ends up with a paw print.” 

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Serena Goddess of Bunnies Bunnied: Stiles has a vision of Derek Hale, the jock that he shares AP Math and English with...... He sees Derek in the sun with a shadow of a wolf behind him, Derek looks at the shadow then suddenly turns to Stiles his eyes normally a green start to glow blue then red..... And Suddenly Stiles wakes from the vision, covered in sweat upon his bed and still dressed in his school clothes.

He stumbles out of bed heading toward his window and pushes it open letting in the cool night air. Catching movement on the street Stiles sees a large black wolf siting upon the pavement in front of his house, with the same glowing blue gaze from his vision.

"Derek!?" blurting out the name in surprise he notices the wolf tilt his head at the mention of his name. They watch each other for a few more minutes until Derek's ears perk up, catching some sound that Stiles human ears do not catch and runs into the night. Stiles figures that he is so screwed.

Thandi, Pamela, and Serena added ideas and helped write this one. 

Wolf and Boy

Thandi: Stiles does not sleep again that night. He researches anything and everything related to lycanthropy, werewolves, shape-shifters and premonitions. Not that any of it seems legit, or even helpful.

Dragging himself to school the following morning, he suddenly realised he couldn't just ask Derek about it because a) they're not friends and b) Stiles would sound like a lunatic, even if he's right. Damn his life, seriously.

Pamela:  But guys, guys. What about the -other- side. This is a Derek that hasn't ever experienced Kate. So at school the next says he's a little superior, a bit smug and, ok a little weirded out that this kid called his name last night. But Stilinski didn't sleep last night, shut up he's a werewolf he notices that shit about everyone and his scent is slightly more anxious than its usual -spaz/attention/ooo shiny- and he keeps muttering about 'you cant just ask!'.

He decides 'fuck it' lets freak Stilinski out as much as he can away with, and proceeds to be everywhere Stilinski is. Always with a perfect excuse - oh the guys were hungry and I heard this place was good, Cora likes ten pin and I'm a good big brother (also she's the dishes for the next week). Eventually everyone is SURE they know what's going on - they're secretly dating! And Derek freaking the fuck out because he is NOT dating the geek... But he might have a crush on him.

Thandi: Do you think Jackson and Derek would be friends? They both seem to have the same air of youthful arrogance about them, would it bring them together or set them at odds?

Sadryia and Serena decided that Jackson and Derek would be friendly rivals. Now to the ficlet.

Derek starts out picking at Stiles because of Jackson and because he's a little shit. Only everyone but Lydia and Scott forget how evil Stiles can be because he plays the sweet, clueless geek. 

Lydia remembers because she remembers everything and it' s entertaining to her to watch Stiles destroy someone. Scott remembers because he's Stiles's best bro and often times is the angel on Stiles's shoulder that gets him not to destroy people.

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Stiles sat quietly in the park, his back against the tree Scott and Allison laying nearby cuddling and just enjoying the peace. The first peace that they had known in the last three weeks of chaos, death, and confusion.

The first vision that Stiles ha d had about Derek Hale had turned to one of a nightmare of death and sorrow. It had unfortunately come true.

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Stiles and Scott shared a wide-eyed look and wondered what they were supposed to do. Allison was standing a few feet away from her father having a screaming fight with her mother.

Victoria had come to Beacon Hills to get Allison to move back to San Diego with her, but as with every time her mother visited Allison said no. 

Stiles frankly thought that Victoria was insane and dangerous, but he didn't say that to Allison because he loved her and didn't want to pick at her about her Mom. If there was something that Stiles never did, it was pick at other people about their parents.

Stiles was about to remind the three Argents that he and Scott were still there when Peter Hale walked through the door. Later he wouldn't be able to tell anyone the exact sequence of events. What he did remember was Scott stepping forward and pulling Chris out of the line of fire of his wife's suddenly pulled gun.

Stiles threw himself in front of Scott when Victoria went to shoot him screaming about it being Scott's fault that Allison was choosing her father over her mother. 

When Victoria went to shoot Chris once again, Allison stepped in front of her downed father and Peter Hale shifted and ripped Victoria to shreds.

In the end there were three fatally wounded teenagers, a dazed and horrified Chris, a dead Victoria, and a injured and enraged Peter who looked like an extra from a horror movie.

Peter and Chris knew that they couldn't call an ambulance, there was no way that they would be able to explain Peter's injuries or how Victoria had ended up dead.

In the end they called Stiles's dad Zale, Scott's mother Melissa, and Talia Hale to come help them. Stiles and Allison were nearly gone by the time the three arrived and Scott was already delirious with blood loss and Peter was becoming weaker as he and Chris refused to leave the teens despite his wound being infused with wolvesbane and Chris having a severe head wound. 

Stiles would find out later that most of the Hale Pack had come along with his dad's lover Jordan. That when Derek Hale saw who was injured he had nearly gone feral and then awakened as a Alpha werewolf, which was supposed to be impossible, but had happened immediately.

Before his mother Talia or Deaulicon could react Derek had changed and bit all four injured humans and roared at Peter until he had allowed Melissa to treat his wounds. Zale Stilinski had been the one to sooth Derek and bring him back from his near feral state.

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Stiles sighed again and smiled when his Dad walked over to where the three were sitting. Derek had spent all of his free time with Stiles's Dad and pretty much lived at their house. 

Talia and Deaulicon were teaching Derek to be an Alpha, but Derek had bonded to Stiles sometime in the first few hours after Derek bit him and it meant that the new Alpha couldn't bear to be away from Stiles for to long.

Derek had also ended up biting his friends before anyone could talk him out of it. So Derek had a full Pack that included a grumpy former hunter, his older brother, little sister, uncle, and a group of teenage smartasses. 

Stiles was grateful for being saved, but he was also a bit disgruntled at being in the same Pack as people who had no problem with picking on him in the past. Or being mated to someone who had been a jackass to him.

Though being able to openly be friends with Lydia Martin was a perk. In the last two weeks alone they had gotten to make three people cry. They had also gotten lectures on not making the teachers quite working for the school, but the assholes had deserved it and Stiles and Lydia were stressed.

"Hey kids." Zale called out as he got close to them. Scott bounced up and hugged Zale, scent marking the man he thought of as his father.

Zale laughed softly and hugged Scott back. "Such a puppy." 

Scott just grinned and tackled hugged Derek, who had been prepared for the usual greeting he received from Scott. 

Allison and Stiles had more dignity so they didn't tackle Zale and openly scent mark him before doing the same with Derek. Allison calmly went back to her place at Scott's side, while Stiles was squished against Derek who wouldn't let go. Not that Stiles tried to get away.

"What's up?" Stiles asked as he pushed and pulled until Derek sat down by the tree that Stiles had claimed as his seat.

"Just dropping Derek off and seeing how you three were." Zale said as he crouched down and placed his hand on Stiles' knee, while wrapping and arm around Scott's shoulders.

"We're good, just enjoying the quiet and the park. Not getting into trouble or plotting world domination with Lydia, Cora, Erica, and Peter." Stiles promised.

Zale snorted. "I'm pretty sure if you six planned world domination it'd work. Let's not do that okay? I like being a small town Sheriff."

The five teens laughed at Zale and he winked at them. "Well I have delivered your Alpha so I'm going to go back to work." Zale said hugging his kids.

"I'm cooking spaghetti and meatballs for dinner, so don't be late, the whole Pack will be there. Lydia promised chocolate silk pie and Danny is bringing a lemon tart." Stiles told him with a smile.

"You know I still find it amusing that the three most terrifying people in our Pack are the ones that can cook like chefs and still make people cry for calling them the little woman." Scott said gleefully.

"Scott stop giving those three a reason to make people cry. I realize that Adrian Harris is an asshole, but the school board is starting to get twitchy if they so much as hear their names mentioned." Zale admonished as Stiles glared off into the distance. Scott gave him a sheepish look, that fooled no one as it carried to much mischief and glee.

"We'll see you at dinner Dad." Stiles said with a laugh as he hugged his dad and watched the others do the same.

Stiles then leaned back against the tree and Derek. Scott and Allison curled up against the pair. Stiles breathed out and closed his eyes. His first vision had changed his life and opened his eyes to another world.

His second vision had wreaked havoc on his life and turned him into a creature of myth, brought him a new family, and a mate that was an asshole. Stiles was pretty happy with that, everything else would just have to wait.

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When Stiles was around his new Pack, he was always careful not to take off his shirt as they were often doing. Even the girls were often stripped down to their sports bras or a bikini top. It wasn't really a surprise, it was summer and a hot one at that.

Still Stiles was careful to keep himself covered. Scott knew the reason, but sometimes the others teased him. Stiles didn't care about the teasing, it was better than them seeing his tattoos.

He carried several archaic tattoos that would give away his place in the world and that would not be a good thing. Stiles and Scott weren't sure that the Hales wouldn't panic and kick him out of the Pack or that several of the local Hunters wouldn't try to kill or control Stiles if they knew about what he truly was. They hadn't even told Allison the truth.

Of course Stiles would have the bad luck of having his shirt torn down the middle by accident by one of the Hale Pack's pups in the middle of a celebration in the park.

Stiles flinched as Angelica Hale shifted and tore his shirt to shreds thanks to some idiot setting off fireworks near the werewolves.

Zale Stilinski and Stiles's best friend Scott McCall were up and moving, but it was too late. Stiles's tattoos were clear to everyone.

There was a murmur of shock from those closest to them and Angel was whimpering and holding her ears, to busy crying to notice that she had caused a different kind of explosion in those around them.

Derek Hale was staring at the intricate tattoo just over Stiles's heart and the one in the middle of his chest. He looked over at his mother and saw the same shock on her face that he knew would be covering his own.

Stiles Stilinski was marked by the Gods, he wore at least six of their marks that Derek could see as Stiles resignedly pulled off the remains of his t-shirt. Though everyone standing around noticed that he never let go of Angel and that he was helping her calm down.

Stiles turned to look over at his father and Derek let out a gasp at the wings under Stiles's skin. One of the Hunters nearby tried to grab Stiles only to find himself face down with a boot on his throat.

Jordan Parrish was glaring down at the man. "Don't touch the Child of the Gods." Jordan snarled and more than one person swallowed and backed away from the Dragon Shifter.

When Zale and Scott managed to get through the crowd to Stiles, Angel, and Jordan Scott was fully shifted and Zale was starting to grow scales down his skin.

Derek and Talia Hale walked over to the four men and Derek watched Stiles go very still and tense. It struck Derek then that Stiles was afraid that he would be rejected by Derek's mother and the Pack.

"You are ridiculous." Derek muttered at Stiles and kissed him. Stiles gaped at Derek and then looked over at his Dad, who smirked at him.

Stiles blushed when Derek simply yanked him forward and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. Derek ran his fingers gently over the mark that represented the Wolf God, one that mingled gently with the mark of the Dragon God.

Angel cooed at her brother and gave him a messy kiss and refused to let go of Stiles. "You'll have to show me your wings later." Derek murmured as more members of the Hale Pack began to make their way through the crowd along with dragons and members of the Sheriff's department.

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Stiles finds his mother's jewelry box sitting on his bed one day after he gets home from school. His breath tightens for a moment and he has to remind himself to breathe.

Stiles carefully drops his bag inside the door and walks over to sit on his bed, lifting the precious box into his lap. When he opens it he sees the earrings his father gave his mom when he was born. Small emerald studs. He pulls out the two hoops he had been wearing for the last few months and puts the earrings in their place.

His next find is the beautiful seashell with the emerald inside. Once again a gift from his father. He lifted it out and put it over his head. Feeling the thrum of magick as it settle against his heart and blended easily with his own power.

The shell had actually been made with a part of the shell he had hatched from. The golden had been formed from the pieces that had been formed with his own magick while he was still nesting.

The emerald had come from the mines that he had been nested near. As was traditional and fitting of a Dragon of the Stilinski and Dubrova lines. The braided cord was from his father's mane when he was shifted into his Dragon form.

Stiles looked at piece after piece and felt his heart beat in time with the echo of his mother's magick joined with is fathers.

He knew that his father had given him this particular box of jewelry because Stiles had hit his 17th birthday and awakened an Alpha.

The day before his father and Jordan Parrish had admitted to him that they were mates. Not that Stiles hadn't known of course, but he was pleased that they hadn't tried to hide it from him.

Now he wore a part of both of his parents with him. Stiles just needed to get something of Jordan and he would feel content.

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Three Days Grace - Animal I Have Become

Stiles is possessed by the Nogitsune in a world where the Hale's are all still alive, Peter and the Alphas are all good guys. Stiles, Scott, and Lydia have dealt with Deaton alone. Now Stiles is free and his two best friends take him to a werewolf bar to get drunk and let go of nearly becoming a mass murderer and the aftereffects of being possessed.

Somehow this turns into the best worst decision of their life when they get trapped into singing and accidentally reveal that Stiles is a Dragon mage, Lydia is a Death Mage, and Scott is a True Healer.

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There are four Alphas in Beacon Hills. All of them are Hales. Talia, Peter, Laura, and Derek. Stiles and Lydia have somehow become members of all four packs and are considered to be honored members of the Alpha Pack, the Kitsune Clans adore them. The Dragon Clans oldest son Jordan works with Stiles's dad and thinks they're both scary in an awesome way. The Argent Clan and the Winchester Brothers stopped roaming to protect them.

Sam is now dating Melissa and Dean is dating Stiles's dad.

Though everyone is in agreement that the two were scary.

Entertainment for the Werewolf Convention

Stiles talks Derek into putting one of them in when they host the Great Gathering, which is basically just a bunch of Packs holding a convention. This year Derek as the youngest Alpha in Beacon Hills has to be the host.

Somehow this translates into Stiles and Lydia bossing everyone around with Derek and Peter following along after them trying to make sure they eat and sleep.

Talia and Laura think it's funny, though not were their scary humans can see them.