#There was no hale fire

[themoonslore]

Alive Hales Teen Wolf Fic Recs Part 2

Crash for Cash by kellerific

word count: 3331 Chapter 1/1 Sterek

Stiles was under no illusions about not being an asshole. He was also under no illusions about not being a broke-as-fuck grad student. So when Jackson bet him a thousand bucks that he wouldn’t crash a wedding ceremony, Stiles put on his best suit, ignored Scott’s sad puppy dog eyes, and got into the passenger seat of Jackson’s douchey Porsche.

Derek needs the courage to stop what may be the biggest mistake of his life and Stiles just needs to not starve. They both get something better

An Inevitable Fuckup by DominikaDecember

word count: 20125 chapter 5/5 Sterek

Stiles is stuck. His job is a dead end, no money for college meant he was not leaving Beacon Hills any time soon, his best friend was a dick but what else is new? And all of the sudden the hot firefighter who he crushed on back in high school is starting to pay attention to him.

(Mates Are) Magical Bullshit by TheRealDanniX

word count: 4000 Chapter 1/1 Sterek

Derek hasn’t felt his wolf in years. Stiles doesn’t know werewolves are real. Mates are a thing and the Hales are super protective of their Stiles.

Try, Try Again by LuckyBishop

word Count: 35203 Chapter 10/10 Sterek Steter Steterek Halecestinski (peter/stiles/derek)   

(TW nephew/uncle incest)

Stiles and Peter are happy - but something is wrong with Peter, and once Stiles finds out what that is, he makes it his own personal mission to make things right: consequences be damned. With his power combined with that of his mentor, Morgan, Stiles casts a ritual to go back in time.

"If at first you don't succeed: try, try again."

Masks by Inell

word count 7570 Chapter 1/1 Sterek 

(this is a part 1 of 23 series that is complete)

Stiles has to attend a masquerade ball as the McCall representative despite the fact that he distrusts the Hales and certainly doesn't want to honor them. When he meets a handsome stranger in a private alcove, the evening starts looking up. Of course, it's just his luck that his plans for a one night stand don't turn out that way at all.

Cloaked in Gold by kaistrex (weishen)

word Count: 57859 Chapter 16/16 Sterek

Stiles' world tilts, the bed dipping as a weight settles over him, caging him in. Growling. His eyes flutter open in distant confusion as hot air sweeps over his throat and he stares up at twin beams of gold shining inches from his face.

Werewolf.

Stiles does the only thing he can.

“DAD!”

The werewolf jumps at the sudden shout, blanketing him tighter, and it’s only seconds until his dad is in his bedroom doorway with Melissa close behind, flicking on the light. Stiles' mouth drops open as he stares up at the thick eyebrows, sharp nose and perfectly groomed stubble of a golden-eyed and fanged Derek Hale.

-

When son of the Alpha, Derek Hale, ends up in his bed in heat, Stiles decides to use it to his advantage and secure the Bite for his sick stepbrother. As he and his family are welcomed into the Hale pack, Stiles grows closer to Derek than he'd ever dreamed he'd get, but with the fanged Soulbite of a born wolf on Derek's neck, he knows he's just setting himself up for heartbreak. Derek has a Soulmate out there, and it definitely isn't Stiles. 

Re-Homed by  xcaellachx

word count: 14463 Chapter 4/4 Steter 

Stiles grew up knowing he was different. A letter from his mother tells him even more. He isn't just a Spark who will come into his magical powers when he turns 21. He is also a Life Giver. One in a lifetime. With his chosen mate, he will be able to bring forth life, the most powerful Alpha the generations will ever know.

It is his deepest secret until Theo violates his privacy and exposes his secret to the pack.

Theo and Deaton convince Scott that Stiles is a danger to the pack, he will attract an unknown number of wolves who will want to claim him. They say he should be kicked out of the pack. When a mating offer is put on the table from the dangerous Alpha Peter Hale, Scott decides it is the only solution. He accepts money in exchange for Stiles, devastating his former best friend.

Stiles won't stand for this.

Part 1. 2

#teen wolf #teen wolf au #teen wolf fic rec #sterek #Steter #Alive Hale Family #alive Hales #survive the hale fire #or #There was no hale fire

[marriedtobigfoot]

I'll never stop being obsessed with the way Stiles comforts Derek here, or the way he stands up against Argent here.

Because Stiles knows, he knows how it feels to blame yourself for the death of someone you care about, even if it wasn't really in your control. Stiles and Derek both have that same feeling of guilt on their shoulders, and Stiles comforting Derek after he experiences that same pain another time? Stiles being furious on Dereks behalf? It's devastating, and one of my favorite things about their relationship.

#sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #The paralells between these two honestly #the fact that Stiles is the one who empathises most with Derek about the fire #because he understands Derek blaming himself for it so well man

[sherlyskywalker]

enemies to lovers

#sterek #derek hale #stiles stilinski #social media au #incorrect sterek quotes #no hale fire

[youreastargirl]

Okay okay hold on.

You’re telling me that Derek Hale is living in Beacon Hills owning an auto shop and consulting for the sheriff and having a rebellious teenage son who loves the jeep and in the first twenty seconds of being on screen Derek says to the sheriff “Maybe you should call your son?” Like I literally paused it.

Seriously considering keeping it paused and just writing a fanfic to finish it out because this is a beautiful premise that right now is canon. I accept the first 20 minutes of this movie. The rest we can toss.

#teen wolf spoilers #yes I’m watching it #might take me a few days #to watch it in small increments #everything else is ridiculously laughably the dumbest #like I laughed #like they just subbed in someone for Kira??? #and the ‘badass’ camera shots and characters and literally laughable #and they used ‘we call him the alpha’ line twice in five minutes like it was not good the first time #I feel like I’m watching a movie script a teenager wrote with things they thought would sound cool #also why is Derek investigating fires #not cool #derek hale #stiles stilinski #teen wolf #sterek #spoilers #teen wolf movie

[celestialvoid-fanfiction]

I refuse to believe that Sheriff Stilinski would respond to the call and arrive at the Hale house to find it on fire and not run in to try and save them.

I whole heartedly believe that Sheriff Stilinski ran into the Hale House when it was up in flames and got burnt because of it.

In fact, there is one character who was canonically in the house when it was on fire but not in the house when it collapsed/when everyone else died.

Peter.

Sheriff Stilinski got Peter out but before he could go back for anyone else, the house collapsed.

This is my headcanon now and I will die on his hill.

#this is my roman empire #but also Sheriff Stilinski with scars from the burns on his back would be so hot #*chefs kiss* #teen wolf #teen wolf headcanon #teen wolf imagine #imagine teen wolf #sheriff stilinski #noah stilinski #peter hale #hale family #hale house fire

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Any Sterek fics (besides searching ceremony’s) where Talia dislikes/disproves of stiles and Derek’s relationship?

Or any where the sheriff extremely disproves?

Yeah!

The Searching Ceremonies by kouriarashi (I know you said not this one, but it's a good series. So it's here for others.)

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Queen by graces101

(1/1 I 100 I General)

Derek wants to marry for love

Oh To Be Young And In Love.... and Pregnant by BisexualInDisguise

(1/1 I 6,871 I Teen)

"If it's positive we'll figure it out, okay? I promise"

Closeted by stilinski_wolf

(2/2 I 7,483 I Teen)

Derek is part of a very rich, very conservative - and very homophobic - family, and so he has to hide who he truly is from them.

And then, Derek takes a liking to the new bartender working at the gay bar he frequents, and contemplates coming out to his family.

But his choice is taken out of his hands when his sister Cora follows him one night to the gay bar, changing Derek’s life irrevocably.

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #no hale fire #mpreg #angst #anon

[krillgraham]

i will never forgive him

#teen wolf #stiles stilinski #derek hale #teen wolf movie #derek x stiles #sterek #killing derek with FIRE is just plain nasty #it doesn’t make sense that stiles wouldn’t have been there #i will never recover #i can’t stop thinking about it #derek #stiles #jeff davis better watch it

[audhd-nightwing]

peter: hey, keep your guard dog on a leash.

stiles and derek:

derek: my bad, stiles stop tormenting peter.

stiles: aw :(

#teen wolf #sterek #thinking about that guard dog post #and the way everyone would expect derek to be one #but it’s actually stiles #like cmon #that scene where stiles yells at chris about kate and the fire? #holding him up in a pool for two hours?? #hiding him in his house while he’s a wanted fugitive? #almost cutting his arm off to save him from wolfsbane poisoning? #i could go on #stiles stilinski #derek hale #peter hale

[themoonslore]

Alive Hales Teen Wolf Fan Fic Rec Part 1

Out of Sight, Out of Mind by RecluseRat 

Word count: 9774 Chapters 6/? Last updated 06/04/22 Sterek

After hunters tried and failed to burn the Hale Pack, Talia takes her family and moves to New York, abandoning both the territory as well as any members of her pack that were not part of her immediate family. Now, a few years later, a few of the Hales have returned to Beacon Hills to reestablish the territory. But now they have to deal with Stiles, one of the packmates that was abandoned, and the consequences of their mother's actions.

The Cold Untroubled Heart by bookgrimm

word Count: 43220 Chapter 10/10 Sterek and Stackson

Let’s get one thing straight. This is not a diary. It is not, no matter how much everyone else thinks it is. This is not stupid diary, okay? It’s just a journal. Not even a journal, just another stupid assignment from this stupid freaking school.

Man I hate this place. _______________________________________ (Or: Stiles Stilinski has a boyfriend who ignores him, a mother who hates him, a father who ran out on him when he was kid, and one stupid journal that changes everything)

Couples Therapy Diablo_in_a_VNeck_29 ,WaitASecondWhat

Word Count: 36251, Chapter 10/10 petopher, sterek

Peter and his wife Corrine are happily married, or are they? Peter comes to realize how terrible his wife is to him and finally has the strength to do something about it. In the process he meets Chris, a detective who is hung up on the murder of his wife. Can Peter get through his divorce and can Chris solve his wife’s murder in order for them to finally be together and be happy?

Play Out by midmorning_bomb

word count: 5945 Chapter 5/5 Steter

Stiles shows up one Friday night to a freshly dumped (and definitely not freshly showered) Derek. In one hand he has three hot pizzas, and in the other he juggles a six pack of ironically-named IPA and a plastic bag with all nine Hellraiser movies. Stiles waggles his eyebrows while doing a weird wiggle back and forth from his shoulders down to his mismatched sneakers. “We’re going to eat this pizza and drink this beer and watch these shitty movies until you feel less bad.”

Derek is actually touched, and feels a small smile attempting to form, until Stiles continues with another wiggle, “You’re not really my type, but I’ll even make out with you a little and let you cop a feel up on this if you want. You know, get your groove back.”

Derek sighs, but lets him in anyway.

Ad Astra per Aspera by mrgnbrg

word Count: 74831 Chapter 28/28 Steter 

Peter ended up in coma after saving the Hales from the hunters that set the pack house on fire.

Stiles went to the hospital a lot to visit old people or sick friends.

A bond formed between them through the years, allowing them to communicate despite the werewolf being asleep. But soon after Stiles turned 18, he gets attacked by a feral alpha.

As they navigate through recovery, they start to realise that a lot of accidents that happened in the last years were not really coincidences, and that neither of them were supposed to survive.

Or, the accidental bonding, alive Hale family and supernatural everyone fic with a side of murders that I've been thinking about a lot.

Two Wrongs Don't Make A Right by StarBourne21

word Count: 5939 Chapter 1/1 Sterek 

After being forced to leave the town he once called home, Stiles Stilinski returns only to find, to a not so pleased, Derek Hale, newly appointed alpha of the Hale Pack and a wounded father.

Everything stayed, and yet it still changed, the once over confident, snarky, captain of the basketball team had now grown into a coldhearted and ruthless alpha, whereas, the sassy, skinny, ball of sarcastic energy, that was once a bench-warmer for the lacrosse team, was now jaded, exhausted and deadlier than most expected.

Years had gone by and now the duo were back, face to face.

"What are doing here, Stilinski?" Derek asked from the edge of the Sheriff's lawn, angry and frustration laced his voice as he stared down at Stiles, only for the other roll his eyes back at him,

"I could ask you same question, Hale," Stiles called back as he leaned against the railing of his father's front steps,

Part 1 2.

#teen wolf #teeen wolf au #teen wolf fic rec #alive hales #The hales survive the fire #There was no hale fire #sterek #steter #petopher #stackson

[yourplanssuck]

born to fear the ash

live drawn to the flame

maybe the Hales are destined to end in fire

#derek hale #eli hale #hale family #hale fire #teen wolf #teen wolf movie #eli is stiles’ son #sterek #cause i can #not my gifs

[buckyssexcmetalarm]

imagine hating your own character so fiercely and having so little care for the audience enjoyment/ quality of the cash grab movie you’re making that you burn a character alive who’s entire family literally died in a house fire

#teen wolf #derek hale #genuinely what the fuck #i sobbed #teen wolf movie #spoiler warning #kill it with fire #literally

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

im really hoping you and your followers can help. ive been looking for this fic for what feels like decades. it's a sterek mates fic. I believe the hale family is still alive or at least just Talia. I remember the alpha pack showing up to hurt or take stiles and there's a fight or confrontation on stiles' front lawn and Jackson comes to his rescue. Derek shows up and fully wolfs out and gets super protective. im so sorry I can't remember much else....

Hi anon! @dramione321 found this one.

What Fresh Twilight Bullshit Is This? by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

(7/7 I 196,137 I Explicit I Sterek)

“I am not Bella!” he insisted, shaking his fist angrily at Jackson, as if he’d been the one to suggest he was. “I am not Bella! I am, like, a Jacob, at least!”

Lydia made a noise of debate from his right and he whipped around to look at her.

“What?! What was that sound?!”

“You’re more of a Mike,” she insisted, shrugging neatly and flipping some curls over her shoulder.

“Wha—” Stiles had never been so offended in his life! “I am not! No way! I am a solid Jacob!”

“Mike,” she argued.

“Who’s Mike?” Scott asked.

“Shut up, Scott!” Stiles insisted, pointing a finger at him but still glaring at Lydia.

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #college student!stiles #deputy!derek #no hale fire #anon #lost fic

[awyeahitssam]

Stiles figures out the whole werewolf thing when he’s nine years old, and never mentions it.

Not when he’s eleven and his dad is stressing over mountain lion manslaughter, when he’s fifteen and his best friend ditches him for the Hale brood, or when he’s seventeen and Cora punctures his tires with claws after he beats her out for first place in a countywide Young Writers competition.

If the Hale’s want to kill supernaturals invading their territory, that’s their right. If Scott wants to pretend they weren’t once brothers to each other just because he’s no longer dangerously asthmatic or socially stunted, Stiles can accept that too. And if Cora wants to take out her petty frustrations on Claudia Stilinski’s jeep - well, fuck yes will he get his vengeance but he’s certainly not going to blackmail her just because she’s stupid enough to pop claws in broad daylight. 

(Instead Stiles threatened to leak photos of Cora making out with her twin’s ex-girlfriend in the bathroom of the local diner - time stamped before they broke up. It was enough to make her personally change and finance his baby’s tires, plus teach the stunted bitch a lesson on messing with Stiles.

It may also help the girls' dismal attempts at subterfuge.

He doubted it, though.) 

For all that people go on about Stiles not being able to keep his smart mouth shut, he’s very good at saying nothing of substance.

In the end Stiles moved away for college without anybody discovering he knew all about Beacon Hill's supernatural secret. 

(He warded the Sheriff’s house to kingdom come. It was subtle enough that the local pack wouldn’t notice, but if anything looking to hurt his dad came bumping through the night they would sooner be burned to ash than touch a hair on the Sheriff’s oblivious human head.) 

Stiles gets the call on Christmas Eve. 

Parrish - the only Deputy he doesn’t have a file full of blackmail on - tells him his father is in the hospital and might not make it. He says he hasn’t been shot when asked, but stays vague when Stiles demands to know what happened even as he throws together a bag and sends an all-caps text to Jocelyn, a study partner who works at the airport and will be able to get him on the soonest available flight to San Francisco. 

Stiles emotionally manipulates and cajoles and blackmails, and still gets nothing more than vague replies from Jordan. Clark, Whittings and Jones don’t answer their phones.

When Stiles gets to Beacon Hills heads are going to roll.

- Stiles pulls into Beacon Memorial at three in the morning Christmas day, parks in the first spot he sees (because fuck reserved parking) and hightails it towards the nurse’s station.

“Get me the status of the Sheriff,” he orders a vaguely familiar nurse, who doesn’t even bat a lash at his brisk tone. The hospital staff is almost as familiar as the police force; they helped raise him when his mother couldn’t, and even after, when he hung around after school with Scott. 

Beacon Hills residents acknowledged that Stiles Stilinski didn’t mess around about his father's health. 

(When Stiles was fourteen the Sheriff got shot in the gut. The condescending prick of a doctor who refused to give ‘a child’ information on his father was fired, ruined, and run out of town within the month.)

“He was found with a head wound but it’s stopped bleeding, and I know his vitals have stabilized,” she says, first off. “You’ll have to ask his doctor for more information, hon. Room 317.”

Stiles doesn’t relax, can’t until he sees his father is perfectly alright for himself, but he nods and tries for a smile. It strains across his face and drops within a few seconds, so he turns and makes for the ICU. 

“And Stiles?” calls the nurse. “He has visitors.” 

It turns out ‘visitors’ means that there are three Hale’s, an Argent, and an ex-best friend hanging outside the Sheriff’s room. Stiles feels well on his way to bashing in a couple of faces, especially when Scott looks up at him like he’s an injured puppy and says, empathetic, “Stiles.” 

See, this is why it took some convincing to get Stiles to accept his full-ride to NYU. Stiles just fucking knew that his dad would get drawn into supernatural shit while he was gone, and he had been stupid enough to believe that the Deputy’s would actually do as ordered and keep him updated on more than just his father’s eating habits.

Oh, he would be having words with Robins. 

Out of the assembled Hale’s - Talia, Laura, and Peter - two look long-suffering and one is arranging their face into something resembling sorry. Chris Argent is showing no emotion but the way he watches Stiles is careful, almost wary. And Scott just looks plain guilty, which isn’t a good sign for his continued health because Stiles has killed to keep his dad safe before and he would damn sure do it again.

(Maybe he’ll kill them all, if the Sheriff dies.)

Stiles drops the calm facade that he’s been clutching at for the past twelve goddamned hours, takes a step forward, and stares down the local Alpha.

“What are you doing here?” he demands. It’s inconspicuous enough, something an oblivious human would ask when apparent strangers were crowding the waiting area. 

“Stiles, isn’t it?” Talia asks, standing to meet his height and reaching out for a handshake. He doesn’t spare the limb a glance, narrowed eyes demanding answers. “We were assisting your father on a case when he was injured. We’re here to make sure he’s alright.”

Stiles modulates his scent, his heartbeat, his rage. His eyes turn to Scott and a sneer pulls at his mouth. “You too, Scotty? Were you helping my father on a case?” 

Scott McCall is a terrible liar and everybody knows it.

His throat bobs, his eyes dart to Talia, and then to Chris, and then back to Stiles, who is considering punching his lights out.

Peter Hale is Talia’s enforcer. Laura Hale is set to inherit the mantle of Alpha. Chris Argent is the local hunter. They all have a reason to be here, to be involved, but Scott - Scott is just a beta, which means Scott is probably what pulled the Sheriff into this mess. Why else would a low ranking, bitten wolf be here? 

“I, uh. Yeah, I was. Y’know. Helping. There were animals involved, and I’m studying to be a vet, so, aha, he - he was going to ask Deaton, but he’s… out of town. So your dad ended up consulting me instead?”

Yes. Truly terrible.

“I see. So instead of using a qualified veterinary technician, my dad decided to ask a first year from BH’s community college, who likely hasn’t completed his introductory courses. That makes so much sense. Your logic is so very sound. Ten out of ten.”

Stiles skin itched. He was getting impatient.

He was getting angry.

Stiles turned his back on the small crowd, pushing into the Sheriff’s room without mind to the sputtering Scott. The doctor wasn’t there so he grabbed the chart from the end of the bed, scanning it quickly, adding it to what he already knew. 

His dad had no physical wounds. He had been found unconscious in the parking lot of the police station. He wouldn’t wake up. 

Something supernatural was going on here, and no amount of human medicine would help, period. 

Stiles laid the chart back down and pulled out his cellphone, typing out a quick text, before giving his dad’s hand a lingering squeeze and exiting the room.

Everyone was watching him with sharp eyes, except Scott who was scowling at the ground. It seemed unimpressive and childish on his twenty year old face.

“Argent,” Stiles says, zoning in on Chris. He’s never liked Talia, never appreciated all she let her children get away with and the obviousness of her pack. Chris, however, he had extensively researched. He was a hunter coming into Stiles’ town, but unlike the werewolves he was discreet. Smart. “What are you hunting?”

Chris’ brow creases at his phrasing, but he didn’t acknowledge it as anything odd. “I don’t know much about who did this. He was found unconscious in the parking lot at the police station, and the doctors are still running tests to determine the cause of his condition.”

“Tests that won’t find anything,” Stiles says back, as calmly as he can when it feels like he’s about to shake out of his skin. “Most shifters would have left some kind of outward marking, and there’s no sense of magic around him so I doubt it was a Druid or Wiccan. I’m assuming you all know, so tell me. What. Was. It.” 

“Stiles, you know—”

Talia interrupts Scott. Just as well, because Stiles feels like hitting something the longer they stall. “Just what do you know about all this, Stiles?”

“Your family has never been the most subtle, I figured out about the supernatural when I was nine. My dad, however, wasn’t wrapped up in any of this until I left for college — presumably, he only got involved in the past few months, since his deputy’s haven’t informed me that he suddenly started hanging around Argent, Deaton, or you Hale’s.”

Talia opened her mouth again, and Stiles held up a finger. “Stop. I don’t have time to deal with your insipid questions. Just tell me what we are dealing with. Now.”

There was a moment of stunned silence. Stiles slanted his eyes to the hunter. 

“I’ve been hunting a rogue fae,” Argent said. “Several people in town have fallen comatose, including one of your father’s officers.”

“Fae. Of fucking course, it always has to be fae. What kind?” 

Argent looked at him blankly.

“Come on. Was it seelie or unseelie? An elemental? Changeling? Elf?" Argent's forehead creased. "For chrissakes, did it even originate in this country, or do I have to brush up on my Welsh?”

A throat cleared behind him, and Stiles spun to face the enforcer. “Sweetheart, Christopher has no clue what you’re talking about. I doubt the Argent bestiary takes time to classify the fae beyond methods for killing them.”

“But you don’t even kill them all the same way! It’s—” Stiles groaned in frustration, running a hand over his face. “Forget it. Did anybody get a good look at it? Scott?” 

Scott jolted, mouth snapping shut. “Uh, why do you think I—?”

“Because you’re here, so either you’ve seen it or you dragged my dad into this shitshow. Which one?” Scott shifted.

“Both,” Peter chimed in unhelpfully. Stiles considered wringing his neck, but he was the only one providing any actual information.

“Okay. Okay, we’ll deal with that later. Was it male or female?”

Scott didn’t say anything, glancing towards Talia again.

“Scott, answer my goddamn questions! This is my dad we’re talking about!”

Scott winced back at his decibel, jerking his eyes from Talia to the floor. He looked guilty, as well he should. “A-a girl.”

“Tall or short? What did her skin look like?”

“Uh, tall. Like, taller than you. She was grey, and her eyes—they were completely black.”

Stiles' magic spiked, sparking out of his fingers unhelpfully. Stiles clenched his hands shut and ignored it. “Were there any markings on her forehead?”

“Yeah, there were, like, purple swirls—”

Stiles cursed. Explicitly. 

Talia looked scandalized.

“How long has it been since dad? When was he found?” 

“Eleven hours ago. Parrish called you almost immediately.”

“At least one of the deputy’s are being a good boy,” Stiles murmured thoughtlessly, pacing now. “How long has she been waiting between victims?”

“There have been two a day for the last week.” Peter offered.

Stiles frowned, stilling. “That doesn’t make sense. She shouldn’t have such an appetite, unless…”

“Unless what?” Peter prodded.

“Unless she’s pregnant,” Stiles whispered. He sounded like he was about to faint, and looked little better. “Oh god, a pregnant Aatmanand. I’m surprised this town is still standing.”

He pulled out his phone, flipping through his contacts and trying to ignore the way his hand was trembling.

She picked up on the second ring.

“What is it, Stiles? I’m trying to study.”

“I need your help.”

The person on the other line’s breath hitched, before coming back, smooth as silk. “Are you calling in your favor, Spark?”

“Yes.”

“Can I come to you?”

Stiles glanced at the camera in the room and short circuited it with a spark of energy. Someone gasped. 

“Yes.”

In a flash of light, Adelaide appeared. She was still in her human form except for her gleaming quicksilver eyes, blonde hair tumbling down her back in unruly waves, wearing a monochromatic polka dot pajama set. She took in her audience briefly before turning to Stiles, eyebrow cocking.

“What will you have me do?”

“I have an Aatmanad problem.”

Adelaide took a step towards him, nails sharpening to a point. Her smile was all pointed teeth. “You know I hate those uptight prigs. Just point me in the direction, little Spark.” 

“You can’t kill her,” Stiles ground out, fingers clenching. Adelaide’s nostrils flared, eyes dilating with rage. Stiles held up a hand to stall her protests. “She’s pregnant.” 

“Excuse me? I will not meddle with the Expecting, even for you!” Adelaide hissed.

“I’m not asking you to,” Stiles said impatiently. “I can track her down without you. I just need you to release the knots she weaved about one of the victim’s souls, and drain her leftover magic into a rune.”

Adelaide’s expression twisted again, this time in amusement. “You think much of my abilities. My kind has never been known for this capability.”

“Your kind has never been known for a lot of things,” Stiles returned. That earned him a laugh, quick and dark.

“Very good, Spark. If I do you this favor, my debt is repaid.”

“Agreed.”

“Wait a minute.” Stiles turned to Talia, eyes narrowed. 

“We may not have a minute,” he said coolly. “They die at the twelve hour mark, don’t they? Otherwise Parrish wouldn’t have bothered to say his condition was life threatening. That’s how long it takes her to properly establish her hold and drain them.”

Talia frowned. “You may know something about the supernatural, but this is my land. You cannot summon creatures here without my permission.”

Stiles stared at her. Behind him, Adelaide laughed. 

“What a stupid little wolf,” she smiled. “I can kill her for free, Spark. Alpha’s have the most exquisite aftertaste.”

Peter stood, taking his place behind Talia’s left shoulder. His face was cleared of the previous smirk, eyes hard and calculating. 

“Go fulfill our deal. If I need to kill anybody, I’ll do it myself.”

“You’re no fun,” Adelaide sighed. “I need the rune first.”

Stiles gave her a look, but she just grinned back. Stiles rolled his eyes, grabbing the Sheriff’s badge from his pocket to obscure the transportation spell from curious eyes. 

He held out his hand expectantly, and Adelaide grinned at him, snatching his wrist and gouging into his index finger with a claw. Somebody growled, low and threatening. 

Stiles didn’t wince, just cleared his throat until she dropped his appendage with a pout. 

He drew the anchor rune quickly, all too aware of the eyes in him, and gave her the badge. 

“Remember what I told you when we met,” he warned, when she turned to the room. Adelaide stiffened, glancing over her shoulder at him, and nodded. 

“I would not go against a Spark.”

Stiles turned back to the red eyed Talia. “I don’t fall under your laws,” he said, eyes half-lidded. “As your enforcer could tell you. And even if I did, that is my father. I would tear apart worlds to keep him safe.”

Talia frowned, glancing at her brother. “Peter?”

“He is a Spark, Talia. The Councils combined don’t have enough power to put a leash on his kind.”

“He can’t be,” Laura said, standing to meet her pack. “We would have noticed anything that powerful growing up here. He went to school with Cora, Mia and Scott.”

“‘He’ is right here,” Stiles said drolly. “And consequently doesn’t care what you think.”

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