#alpha pack

[shieldmaidenofsherwood]

Hard to contend with "if you suck as a person you turn into a werelizard instead of a werewolf" but "twin werewolves can schlorp together into one megawolf" may be the silliest mythology in teen wolf

[nightlark100]

Alpha Pack Vs Hale Pack: The Continued Adventures of Stiles Stilinski and Kevin the Demon Wolf

Erica: Dereeeek, Stiles might have got us in trouble again. He told another dangerous alpha to sit and stay like a good puppy.

Derek: Sigh

Erica: Did you just say sigh?

*Deucalion sweeps in as dramatically as possible*

Deucalion: Alpha Hale, I demand you have your human release the twins!

Derek: STILES!

*Stiles appears from the kitchen*

Stiles: Yes? Oh, hi Kevin

Derek: Did you trap the twins?

Stiles: Yes. I put them in mountain ash and confined them to a cubicle in the boy's toilets at school.

Stiles: And I let off some stink bombs in there

Stiles: I also dismantled their bikes and scattered the parts in the preserve

Deucalion Kevin The Demon Wolf: I demand you release them at once!

*Stiles produces a stuffed capybara with a hand knitted scarf and proceeds to hit Deucalion over the head with it*

Stiles: You. Do. Not. Get. To Make. Demands!

Derek: Stiles!

*Derek confiscates the capybara*

Derek: Why did you do that?

Stiles: They were mean to Isaac.

*He points to a giant pile of blankets with some blonde curls sticking out*

Stiles: They made him cry

*Derek silently hands the capybara back*

[edb954]

It Feels Like I’m Drownin (Stiles Stilinski x reader)

(Summary: instead of Deaton slowing Isaac's heart in the ice tube hypothesis it's you and stiles is not okay with it.)

(A/n: Might be starting to write for Stiles and you know why not Derek and Peter as well so if you're interested send some requests in! I'm not doing smut at the moment for them yet so other than that feel free to send them in!)

WordCount:1212

(Warnings: typical teen wolf, mentions of death, drowning?, ducalion and his pack, reader being the first of Dereks pack when he saved her from Peter,)

Masterlist : Request info

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"Absolutely not. No." Stiles shouted in disagreement as he stood in the middle of Deatons office.

"I agree with Stiles. Could Isaac do this one?" Scott asked looking at Deaton.

"I'm sorry but no. Y/n has more memories from being there and if you want to find Boyd and Erica this is the way." Deaton said.

"Stiles. I'll be fine. I'll come back." She reassured looking at the boy. He looked at her and then over at the tub hesitantly. She kissed him lightly with a soft smile before walking over to the tub.

"She'll be fine. Right?" Isaac asked unsure for the his friend. Deaton looked at him and nodded.

"It'll only be to slow your heart to the brink of death. You'll be in a hypnotic state with only my voice." Deaton explained as the girl stepped up to the tub.

The girl unsure yet determined stepped into the tub her body immediately froze up at the shrill coldness from the ice and water. Her hands gripping Dereks and Scott's as they helped her sink down into the tub. A nervous Stiles at the other end of the tub with Isaac.

"Okay. Y/n whenever you're ready." Deaton said calmly to the girl whose skin had already paled more and lips struck a dark blue.

She nodded before taking a shaky breath before allowing Derek and Scott to sink her and hold her down. She started thrashing lightly before shotting up as her wolf form appeared. Fighting back against the coldness. Stiles backed away slightly bumping into Deaton as he gripped the boys arm nodding.

"Stiles I need your help here!" Isaac said shakily as her legs kicked. Stiles came back helping Isaac with shaky hands once more as they sunk her once more before her body went limp.

Stiles heart it self seemed to stop at the sudden stillness. Scott shot him a comforting look before they helped her back up. Her eyes wide and lips quivering as the rest of her body stayed unnaturally still.

"Remember nobody be me talking to her." Deaton implied once more to the group, who nodded in understanding.

"Y/n do you see anything around you?" Deaton started asking questions. "Anything that would tell us where you are."

"N-n-no! Their here! They're coming!" She shouted as she started to jerk in their grip.

"Y/n! Y/n it's just a memory." Deaton transmitted to the girl. "Memories can't hurt you."

  Once she had calmed down Deaton went back to questioning her. Stiles moved a bit to her side for comfort and support.

"O-old abandoned building." She stumbled out.

"That's good. What do you see around you? What are the walls like?" Deaton asked calmly.

"T-the walls are the white black marble texture."  She replied shakily.

"Good. Do you see anything else? A symbol, another clue that explains where you're at."

"They're coming! They know!" She shouted eyes darting rapidly as she thrashed. Dereks grip tightened on her arm.

"Y/n your okay. They can't hurt you it is just a memory." "N-n-n-no! No!"

"Y/n! What else do you see?!" Derek snapped in frustration at the situation as she thrashed and her eyes darted. "Where are you! Tell us where you are!"

"Derek stop!"

"Y/n. It's alright listen to my voice."

"Where are you!"

"Derek stop or you'll send her into shock." Deaton exclaimed in a slight panic at the Alpha yelling. Stiles somehow managed to push Derek away from her. He watched her eyes stare from Deaton to him and then to the light above her before her eyes rolled back.

"N-no.. y/n!" Stiles yelled as he watched her go.

  There was a beat of a loud silence that rang throughout the room. No one said anything all frozen in place at the scene. Derek had a somber almost mortified expression on his face at what he just caused.

  Until suddenly, she shot up gasping for air. Stiles and Scott gripped her arms helping her up and out of the tub. Derek came over helping her out as well. Deaton handing stiles a towel to wrap around her.

"I-I know where they are." She said shakily wrapped in the towel in Stiles protective arms. The rest of the group looked at her.

"The abandoned bank that's also the same symbol that was on Alison's and Lydia's arms. I remember it's the one that a robbery had occurred and they never recovered it." She explained.

"The Beacon Hills national bank." Scott said making Deaton nod.

"Do you remember anything about Boyd or Erica?" Derek asked from next to Isaac. Her gaze turned downward making Isaac slum and Derek tense.

"Erica's dead." She said as a tear spilled out. "The night of the lunar eclipse she tried going up against Kali and..."

  Isaac faltered upon hearing the news as Dereks shoulders slummed sadly at the fact he had to face the fact she was gone.

"And..Boyd?" Isaac asked her with a sadness to him. The group turned their heads back to her.

"Boyds in the vault along with... Cora." She said looking at Derek. His eyes widened in shock and relief.

"Who's Cora?" Scott asked looking at Derek.

"She's Dereks sister." Deaton explained. "Everyone thought she died in the fire.. until now."

Derek shook his head. "Are you sure it was Cora."

"I mean she was pretty persistent and perked up at the mention of your name. So yes I'm sure." She replied remembering the moment. Derek nodded.

~~~

"Let's go cumulate a plan and quick, while she rests." Derek said as he placed Y/n on the couch in his apartment. Isaac, Scott, and stiles not far behind him.

"Jesus, what happened to her." Peter asked looking at the paled girl. She and Derek sent him a glare. Before they went into the other room.

"We'll fill you in." Scott told Stiles and Y/n. The pair nodded before watching Scott and Isaac walk to the other room.

Stiles turned to the girl. "Are you okay."

"For the thousandth time Stiles. Yes, I'm just tired, a bit cold still, and upset about Erica." She replied. Stiles eyes saddened.

"I'm sorry about Erica.." he said softly. She nodded as she let him wrap an arm around her as she scooted closer to him.

"I'm glad you're okay. I don't know what I'd do if something were to happen-" "Nothings going to happen to me Stiles. I promise." She cut him off his spiral of dark sad thoughts. He nodded before pulling her into his embrace placing a kiss on her forehead as she drifted off to sleep.

[fanficprophet]

I really love the idea Stiles has secretly been doing magic the whole time fics. I like the idea of them confronting the alpha pack and stiles is just like don't fuck w me.

Stiles pushed through the barrier of silence between them, ignoring the way Scott's hands and Derek's eyes reached to pull him back.

He ignored the surprised looks of his pack as they stumbled backwards, Stiles sending a brisk breeze in their direction.

Once he was in the middle of the floor, half way between each pack, he paused. His back straightened and head raised. The fiddling of his fingers that most people easily attributed to ADHD flickered with purple sparks and a haze shone from the edges of his irises.

There was recognition in Deucalion's face.

Stiles had never meant to hide himself.

Originally he'd had no one to talk to about his magic, he was born with it after all. A born spark from a long line of chosen sparks. An oddity among oddities. A prized child in his mother's side of the family, a painfully normal one from his father's. With no family to speak of regardless.

He had expected to have a discussion with Peter first, then Derek, then Cora, about his role as emissary but as they failed to acknowledge the sacrosanct of the nemeton week after week stiles had had to acknowledge that they simply weren't very good at this and he was going to have to compensate. Oh, and compensate he did.

But this was not then. The alpha pack knew legacy. Deucalion knew the lore of the town.

"Spark." Kali spat but Deucalion held up a hand and Ennis placed a hand on her sternum.

"Not just any spark are you?" Deucalion prompted knowingly.

Stiles narrowed his eyes at Deucalion's, catching a flash of red. There was much more happening here than Stiles knew and he wanted to know.

"Spark Stilinski, Mieczysław." Stiles introduced himself.

"Claudia's little Mischief." Deucalion was far more familiar with him that he was comfortable with, he needed to know.

Stiles and Deucalion were interrupted from their staring match by the twins whipping their heads in Alison's direction as she knocked an arrow into place.

"Stop!" Stiles called out.

"On who's authority." Issac argued

"On the authority of Spark Stilinski. Spark of Beacon County, dominant Spark of California, Soulmate of the oldest nemeton in the United States."

"What the fuck does that mean?" Scott asked under his breath.

"It means," Derek inhaled sharply, "that nothing magical can happen in the state without Stiles permitting it."

"Fuck-"

"It means," Derek continued on, "that he has dominion over the supernatural powers in Beacon Hills. Including Alpha Spark."

"It means," Deucalion interrupted Derek, "that Mischief here, can take all of our alpha sparks and redistribute them as he pleases. Can't you, Stiles?"

Stiles just looked on at the assembled crowd, authority seeping from his pores.

Stiles was his mother's son and he had no intention of letting these wolves underestimate him any longer. He was going to drag his pack into the wider supernatural society if it killed him.

[scottstiles]

TEEN WOLF 3.5 Frayed ♡ July 1st, 2013

[chloe-skywalker]

Friendly Or Flirting? - Scott Mccall

Scott x Fem!reader (Crush/ not together yet)

Warnings: none (Insecure feelings?)

Word count: 548

Summary: Scott doesn’t like the Alpha twins hitting on Y/n.

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“What’s going on?” Scott asks as he comes to a stop next to Stile and Isaac in the school hallway.

“Nothing.” Stiles shakes his head quickly not believing Scott needed to know, but Isaac ruined Stiles' plan.

“Just watching Y/n get hit on by the twins.” Isaac smirks, but then gets hit upside the head by Stiles.

“Dude.” Stiles looked at him with a glare.

“What?” Scott looks at them with shock and panic.

“Over there.” Isaac nodds his head to where Y/n’s with the alpha twins. “They’ve been flirting with her for the last 15 minutes.”

Scott looks to where Isaac nodded to with wide eyes. “Seriously?”

Stiles nodds. “Yeah.”

“What do you think it’s about?” Scott questions, watching every movement they made towards his friend.

Stiles raises a brow at the true alpha. “What like ulterior motives?”

“They could just think she’s hot.” Isaac shrugged his shoulders, he’d admit Y/n was hot. But he instantly got glares from Scott and Stiles. “Not helping. Got it.”

Later that day after school Y/n and Scott headed back to Scott’s house to study. It had been an hour of pure silence and Y/n couldn’t take it anymore.

“You okay? You’ve been silent since we left school.” Y/n asks, looking concerned at him.

“What did the alpha twins want?” He blurted out what had been on his mind.

“Huh?” Y/n now looked at him confused.

“They were talking to you practically all day. What’d they want?” Scott shrugged his shoulders, not sure how his question wasn’t clear.

“Nothing.” Y/n shrugged back, not getting the big deal.

“They had to want something.” Scott pushed wanting to know but also thinking in the back of his head was this to much? Was he just jealous?

“Is it so hard to believe that they’d just want to talk to me?” Y/n raises her eyebrows in shock at her friend's words.

Scott scoffs. “They were flirting, not talking.”

Y/n nodds. “To flirt you have to talk.”

“So you knew they were flirting.” Scott looked at her with shock and disgust.

Y/n let’s out a short laugh. “Kinda hard to miss but it was really only Aiden.”

“Scott narrows his eyes after hearing the name come out of her mouth. “Ok so you have a preference on a twin.”

“Ethan’s gay!” Y/n yelled looking at Scott with shock and disbelief. “As for the flirting, yeah I enjoyed it. . . It was nice to have that kind of attention.” She bowed her head feeling slightly insecure and embarrassed.

“That kind of attention?” Scott asked, confused on what she meant by that.

“If you haven’t noticed I don’t get flirted with or asked out that often.” Y/n explained keeping her gaze down, playing with a loose thread on her jeans.

“Y/n.” Scott spoke her name sadly, regretting how he came about and was treating her earlier in this conversation.

“Just forget about it. Okay.” She waved him and his impending pity off and got back to studying.

“Y/n.” Scott called her name after a few minutes of silence and thought.

“Hmmm” Y/n hummed in acknowledgment.

“I’d flirt with you anytime.” Scott smiled sheepishly at her.

“Thanks Scott.” Y/n smiled back blushing.

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[claryeverlarkf]

H i d e a n d S e e k

Writer’s Month - August 2nd

Pairing: Deucalion Blackwood x Reader Prompt: Playground Synopsis: Late at night, playing hide and seek with Deucalion, testing his skills without having to see. Tags/Warnings: Deucalion/GN!Reader, fluff, already dating, sfw, age gap (Deucalion is 40ish, Reader is in their 20s) Word Count: 912 Notes: This fic was inspired by a ship I really love, Deucalion x @mermaniaa 's oc. I wanted to write this for you, Merm, a little playful fic, about Mara and Deuc. Fic is completely gender neutral, with no body descriptions! Enjoy.

Find Logan's Day 3 here - Miscommunication, my Beloathed, Peter Hale/Reader/Chris Argent

“You are not gonna find me!” Giggles spilled out, slipping through the playground found on a late-night walk with Deucalion. He was leaning against a tree, offering you time to hide—or run as far as you could— even if half of the time that didn’t change the fact that he could find you in a heartbeat.

“I like the challenge, dear, “ he replied, loud enough for you to hear, a hint of his smug, teaseful tone showing in his words. He was confident about his skills—eyesight or not—he had promised once that he would always find you. Or he would die trying. A dramatic thought for such a playful night, but Deucalion stayed vigilant. Danger was around the corner everywhere they went.

It was dark enough that you had to focus on your surroundings more than usual. The lack of light around you forced you to tread carefully, avoiding unseen branches or benches.

To outsiders, two adults playing hide and seek might seem odd, but you never cared about others’ opinions. What mattered most to you was that Deucalion had always encouraged you and played along with anything you wanted, even if it was the last thing he could’ve seen himself doing.

Behind the playfulness that you shared with him was something else, something that he understood without needing to hear about. He knew that growing up, you never had chances like this to enjoy the day, to play, to do things without overthinking them. You had been locked away, forced to face reality far too young. If playing hide and seek, or any other games you could think of, could bring back some sort of happiness for you, he would do it.

The Big Bad Demon Wolf, the one who was feared by most, but never by you. He had never expected to meet someone like you— someone who shifted his plans and made him want something other than power. He had never expected to fall in love with you. Yet, he had.

His eyes were closed ,and the cane he used to seem normal around people was left at home. When it was dark you knew that no one would see you, and if they did, he could always grab your arm and pretend as if you were guiding him and not the other way around.

Not having his eyesight was something that had made him stronger. Something that had made him even more aware of his surroundings. You joked sometimes and told him that he must have eyes on his forehead or something, because even without his red—glowing alpha eyes, he never stumbled.

It was one of the things you found fascinating about him. That, and everything else he had done and become for you.

You wouldn’t lie and say he wasn’t someone who could kill others without hesitation anymore, but you could see behind his actions and reasoning now. And you were safe with him. You were so sure about that.

“Ready, my love?” he asked, voice teasing. You bit back a giggle, staying silent behind your tree, heart racing with anticipation. It was one of his tricks that you had once fallen for. He could recognize where your voice had come from and found you so fast, but not this time, you stayed quiet and hidden behind the tree you had chosen, trying to control your rapid heartbeat.

Even in the safetiness of your relationship your heart jumped at the feeling of being chased. It wasn’t a bad thing now. Not with Deucalion. It was thrilling.

He walked slowly around the playground, listening to the sound of his own footsteps to make sure he was stepping on steady ground, using the tip of his shoe to find any surface that could be in his way. Then he heard it—the familiar sound of your heart, a rhythm he’d nearly memorized.

Deucalion moved slowly, his footsteps soft on steady ground, senses sharp. ‘We should have discussed my prize for winning,’ he teased, voice carrying a playful edge. “Although, considering I win every time, I think we should establish a prize that applies to any game.”

He’s too cocky, you thought, though his confidence was justified—he always won.

“Maybe a kiss?” He kept going, his footsteps closer to you now, which made you try to keep your breathing as quiet as possible. “No, I would kiss you either way, you know I can’t resist you, angel.” Now, that was what made you giggle. You quickly covered your mouth to stop the sound from being too loud, but it hadn’t mattered. A second later, Deucalion was standing right next to you, leaning against the tree that had been your hiding spot.

“That’s my prize. Hearing your laugh. Most beautiful sound.”

Your face felt warm at the compliment, and you reached for his hand before moving closer to kiss his cheek. “That’s not fair, you made me laugh on purpose, that can’t count as a win,” you said with a pout, even if you were not mad about it. “Oh, it can’t? Then maybe we have to try again,” He smirked and with a hand he guided your face closer to kiss your lips for a sweet kiss, his thumb caressing your cheek. “And this time you’ll choose my prize.”

“What if it’s ice cream and a hug?” you asked, eyes sparkling.

“Then I’d say it is the perfect prize. Having you with me is,” he murmured, his embrace already promising it.

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