Iron Claws and Fragile Hearts
Chapter 36: Reunion
Stiles: I see how it is. I wake up from a friggin coma and my two best friends can't even be bothered to answer their phones.
"Everything okay?" Ethan asked as they stood in the corridor leaning next to one of the few small windows along the wall. A ray of early morning sun streamed in from over the horizon, lighting the space between them in golden yellow tones.
Isaac grinned and sunlight glinted off his phone as he held it up to show Ethan the text from Stiles "Look!"
A bright smile formed on Ethan's face as he read the message, and the light reached all the way to his eyes, melting cool chocolate into warm caramel.
"That's great!" Ethan meant it. He was happy that Isaac's packmate was safe, and that felt…plausible.
Isaac tried to call Stiles, but he didn't pick up. He left a voicemail. "You're awake?! Are you okay? We'll be there soon. Call me back."
He hung up and dialed Lydia. She answered on the second ring.
"Isaac? Did you get my voicemail? Stiles is–"
"I know. He texted me! I tried to call him but he didn't–"
"I talked to him in the middle night when he woke up. His wrists and arms are completely healed. He's–"
"A werewolf?!"
Please god let him be a werewolf.
"Not a werewolf." Her voice was tinged with worry yet hopeful. "But he sounded normal. I talked to his dad too and he says he seems fine."
"But if he didn't heal by turning, then it had to have been..."
"I know. But that doesn't mean it's taken over completely."
Isaac nodded and breathed into the phone, trying to convince himself she was right. On the periphery of his awareness he realized Ethan was rubbing his back – and that was okay because comforting each other was something they did now. Isaac wrapped his arm around Ethan's side and leaned in.
"How's Scott? I'm almost to the compound."
"Iron Claw never even made an appearance, but Scott was still tranced out when we came upstairs." Isaac gasped as a flurry of excitement and urgency gripped him. Scott didn't know about Stiles yet. "I need to go tell him. I'll see you soon."
Isaac hung up and dashed back up the corridor while Ethan shouted that he would go wait for Lydia out front.
Isaac turned on his phone's flashlight as he left the warm, yellow tones of the corridor and entered the ominous black of the interrogation room. He cringed as the artificial light reflected off the jagged metal edges of the torture implements lining the wall. Images of Gerard Argent with victims chained to the nearby racks flashed through Isaac's imagination as he hurried to the basement staircase in the corner of the room.
He shone his light toward Scott's cage as he descended the rickety stairs at a reckless trot. "Scott? Scott, are you awake yet?"
Isaac's heart leapt into his throat as he simultaneously smelled and saw the carnage. Scott was sitting on the floor of his cage, impaled on his hands and bleeding profusely onto the concrete.
Oh god, no.
Isaac rushed toward the cage, mentally pleading with his alpha to be okay.
A warm wave of relief washed through him as Scott raised his chin and looked at him, but it turned into an ice-cold chill as hateful, glowing red eyes gazed up at him.
Iron Claw let out a slow, deep laugh and withdrew one of his hands from Scott's gut. He raised the blood-soaked appendage into the air, growled low and savage, and flicked his wrist with enough force to spatter droplets of Scott's blood across Isaac's face.
Isaac was inwardly terrified and disgusted, but he refused to give Iron Claw the satisfaction of an outward reaction. Instead, he growled back and lunged for the lever on the wall, flipping it and taking dark pleasure in the way Iron Claw screamed. Isaac's vengeful glee was short-lived as the timbre of the scream changed and the voice became distinctly Scott's. Isaac shut off the power and shone the light back toward Scott, not leaving his post at the lever just in case Iron Claw was trying to trick him.
"I-saac?"
Blood gurgled from Scott's lips and he tried to rise to his knees only to fall sideways and bang his shoulder against the steel bars of the cage.
This time Isaac did run to Scott, or as close as he could get before he was being jolted backward by the barrier of mountain ash blocking Scott's enclosure.
"Scott?" Isaac barely got the name out as his chest constricted. He couldn't breathe and it felt like boiling ice water was pumping through his body. Scott was seriously injured and there was nothing he could do to help him.
"What happened?!" Ethan ran down the stairs and to the perimeter of the mountain ash.
"I'm okay," Scott whispered, clutching his stomach and sitting back against the bars. "I'm healing."
That wasn't good enough. There was too much blood. Scott needed him now.
"ENNAAAHH!"
Isaac pounded his palm against the supernatural barrier, ignoring the searing energy that engulfed his hand. He tried to strike again but never connected as Ethan caught the back of his wrist and pulled him away.
"We need to get him out!" Isaac shouted in Ethan's face, squirming and struggling to yank himself free.
"Lydia will be here soon." Ethan's voice was calm and dispassionate as he hauled Isaac against his chest and trapped him there with arms that felt as unyielding as the steel bars of Scott's cage.
Isaac hated how strong Ethan was. He growled and blazed hot eyes at him as he sunk his claws into Ethan's ribs, still frantic to get loose and attack the barrier keeping him from his injured alpha.
Isaac went still the moment he smelled Ethan's blood. An instant later his fingers were blunt against the puncture wounds, and he was leaching the pain away, his head hung in shame.
"Just relax," Ethan whispered near Isaac's ear. His grip was more of a hug now, one hand rubbing over the center of Isaac's back. "Everything's fine. Scott's going to be okay."
"I am, Isaac," Scott said, voice steady. It was a promise, and it dulled the razor's edge of panic scraping at Isaac's chest.
"Sorry," Isaac muttered, pulling back from Ethan but allowing him to keep one arm around his shoulders.
"Tell Scott the good news."
Isaac felt a wave of self consciousness but decided obliging Ethan was the least he could. He turned to Scott, relieved that the blood had quit visibly gushing over his fingers as he pressed his hands against his stomach wound. Scott regarded him with an expectant tilt of his head.
"Me and Ethan are friends now," Isaac announced with one arm wrapped around Ethan's torso.
Scott smiled. "Good, I'm glad to hear that."
Ethan chuckled and gave Isaac a squeeze before letting go. "I meant the other good news, but thanks."
"Oh!" Isaac's cheeks burned as he turned back to Scott and grinned at him. "Stiles woke up!"
"What?!" Scott climbed to his feet and went to the front of his cage. "When? How is he? Did you talk to him?"
Isaac filled Scott in on the little bit that he knew, and by the time he was done Lydia had arrived to free Scott from the mountain ash.
As soon as Scott was out of his cage, Lydia and Isaac hugged him and helped support his weight as the group trudged out of the basement. Scott insisted that he was fine, but Isaac needed confirmation for himself, so he grazed cautious fingertips over Scott's abdomen. Sure enough Scott was no longer bleeding, but there was still pain to leach from the sore, tender flesh.
"Do you need help?" Ethan asked, and though his voice had the characteristic neutrality that Ethan often used, Isaac was sure he heard a trace of vulnerability there.
"No, I–"
"Yes, thank you," Isaac said, shooting Scott a look he hoped would be understood. It must have been because no one protested as Ethan replaced Lydia under Scott's other arm.
As they exited the compound, they explained to Lydia what had just happened with Iron Claw, and on the way back to school, Lydia reassured them that Stiles had seemed okay when she talked to him. Malia had also gotten through the night without incident and had left with Aiden as soon as he returned with Liam.
"What about Liam?" Isaac asked.
Lydia glanced at him in the rear view mirror and gave him a quick smile. Scott was sitting up front with her while Isaac and Ethan rode in the back.
"He was...wild when I saw him. But not out of control, just high spirited. He's waiting for us at the school."
Ethan checked the time on his phone. "We better hurry so we can get there and leave again before people start showing up for the day."
Isaac hummed in agreement. Blood dotted his shirt and more was smudged across his face. Thus, by full moon standards he was in good shape, but he was also the least disheveled of the three werewolves. Tracks of blood ran down Ethan's sides from the holes in his shirt where Isaac had clawed him, and the front of Scott's shirt was a tattered, blood-soaked mess with more blood staining his arms, pants, and shoes.
They turned into the parking lot and Lydia parked next to Scott's motorcycle. Ethan's was next to it. As they got out of the car, Liam sprinted off the lacrosse field and ran up to them.
"What happened?" He sniffed the air, eyes wide as he stared at Scott.
"Iron Claw," Scott answered, the set of his face indicating he didn't want to go into details.
"Are you" –Liam licked his lips and a burst of distress and nervous embarrassment filled the air– "okay?"
"I'm fine." Scott clapped a hand on Liam's shoulder and Liam dropped his eyes but thrummed with satisfaction at the gesture. Scott's arm flexed as he squeezed Liam's shoulder. "How was your first full moon?"
Liam's head snapped up and his face lit with excitement. "It was awesome! You won't believe all the things I can do now!" Liam snickered. "Well, I guess you will." His gaze landed on Ethan. "Your brother is such a badass! He showed me all this really cool stuff, and he says there's a lot more he's gonna teach me."
"Scott and I will teach you those things," Isaac replied.
"You're mad!" Liam gave a sharp nod, looking very pleased with himself. "I can tell! Aiden taught me how– Wait, why are you mad? Did I do something wrong?"
Scott spoke first, sparing Isaac from answering. "Liam, we need to leave before people get here."
"Okay!" Liam's excited grin was back in full force, and Isaac realized that despite the spectrum of stale emotions clinging to the new beta's clothes, Liam's present scent was the happiest and most content Isaac had ever smelled on him. "Where are we going?"
"Um." Scott exchanged glances with Isaac and Lydia.
"Remember I told you that Stiles woke up?" Lydia asked. "We need to go see him."
"Oh good! I wanna get to know him as a packmate."
Lydia frowned. She and Scott smelled as guilty as Isaac felt. None of them wanted Liam there for the reunion.
Liam sniffed the air again and tilted his head. "I don't know this one."
Of course you don't. Aiden has no idea what guilt is like.
"Liam, do you like waffles?" Ethan stepped forward and threw a casual arm around the younger boy's shoulders.
Liam's eyes flashed amber and he half-hummed, half-whimpered. "I love waffles!"
"Try not to love 'em that hard, at least not in public." Ethan smirked and patted Liam's shoulder. "Come on, Tony's Diner has the best waffles in town, my treat."
"But what about Stiles?"
"Hey, have you ever ridden a motorcycle?" Ethan asked, guiding Liam to his shiny new bike.
"No!" Liam bounced on the balls of his feet. "But Aiden says if I learn scent tracking he'll gimme a ride on his."
"Well I'm the fun twin, and I say you don't have to wait." Ethan winked and handed Liam his helmet.
"This is so lit!" Liam glanced back at the others as he climbed onto the seat behind Ethan. "Tell Stiles I said hey."
A few moments later the engine revved to life, and Liam whooped and waved an arm in the air as they peeled out of the parking lot.
Scott chuckled and shook his head as he pulled his keys out of his pocket. "You coming?" he asked Isaac.
"Uhh." Isaac eyed Scott's bloody stomach through the gapping hole in his shirt. It was right where Isaac would need to hang on. It wasn't like he had never gotten Scott's blood on his hands before – it wouldn't even be the first time that day – but it would still be gross and a little weird.
"Why don't you ride with me," Lydia suggested, an amused smile on her lips.
Scott glanced down at himself and shrugged. "See you guys at Stiles' house."
Isaac cleared his throat as they pulled onto the road. "Can I ask you a weird hypothetical question?"
"If you don't mind a weird hypothetical answer." Lydia gave him a playful smile.
She was clearly tired from staying up all night but in a good mood due to Stiles' recovery. Isaac hated to risk souring the atmosphere in the car, but Lydia was the only person he could talk to about this.
"Would you ever be okay with Aiden joining the pack?"
Lydia's face registered surprise, then understanding. "So you're trying to figure out if you'd be okay with Ethan joining the pack?"
"How did you know?"
She rolled her eyes. "Would I ever be okay with Aiden joining? I don't know. Maybe, if he becomes the person I thought he was and still think he can be. But right now or in the near future? No, definitely not."
"Okay." Isaac nodded, intending to drop the subject.
Lydia laughed. "But Ethan isn't Aiden and you're not me. Our situations are different. So would you be okay with Ethan joining the pack?"
"It doesn't matter. You get one, you get the other. And you're not okay with Aiden." Isaac huffed out a laugh. "And I'm certainly not either. So it's a moot point."
"But hypothetically, if it were just Ethan?"
Isaac frowned and shook his head. "I don't think I would be, and that's pretty fucked up because I really care about him."
"But you don't trust him."
"No, I do trust him, and I like him, and I want him to be happy. It's just…what he did to me still hurts, and I'm not trying to punish him, but I'm also not ready to let it go."
Lydia smiled at him, genuinely pleased — and what the actual fuck? That wasn't good news.
"What?"
"You're just doing really well with your emotions, especially in such a complicated situation." She leaned in and whispered conspiratorially as they stopped at an intersection. "I think you're going to end up well-adjusted some day."
Isaac laughed. "I think Aiden stands a better chance of becoming a decent human being first."
"Maybe." She shrugged and gave a tight smile. "I'm not ruling that out either."
Isaac's chest tightened as they pulled onto Stiles' street. As desperate as he was to see Stiles, he was suddenly terrified, and despite what Lydia had just said about him handling his emotions well, he had absolutely no idea why he felt this way or how to calm down.
"Are you going to tell him?" Lydia asked as they slowed and pulled into Stiles' driveway.
"Tell who what?"
Isaac wanted to maintain his veneer of ignorance, but the look she gave him made him crack.
"I can't tell him!" Isaac swallowed. "I still don't know how I feel about Ethan."
"But do you know how you feel about Stiles?"
"Of course."
"Well then." She arched a perfectly shaped eyebrow at him.
"He just woke up from a coma. Don't you think laying all this on him would be really overwhelming?"
Her face softened and she nodded. "Give it a couple of days, but don't wait too long."
Isaac sighed and got out of the car, refusing to agree or disagree with her. He needed time to think.
Scott's motorcycle was parked in front of the house, and the sheriff opened the front door before they reached it. Relief and happiness clouded the air around him as he ushered Isaac and Lydia into the house, telling them Scott and Stiles were in Stiles' room.
They were sitting on Stiles' bed embracing when Isaac and Lydia walked in. Isaac was going to give them a minute, but as soon as he and Lydia entered the room a wide smile broke across Stiles' face. He pulled away from Scott, spreading his arms for them.
Lydia was in front of Isaac and reached Stiles first, throwing her arms around him and leaning her head against his chest. Isaac meant to wait his turn, but the next thing he knew he had crowded in behind her and was hugging them both. Scott wasn't done either and joined the pile. Everyone was laughing and talking at once and none of it even made sense, but no one cared.
Eventually the pack separated and Scott excused himself to go clean up while Isaac and Lydia sat with Stiles on the bed.
"This is amazing," Lydia said as she brushed her fingers over Stiles' wrist. She flipped his hand over and grazed her fingertips over Stiles' palm.
"It's certainly gotten me through a lotta long nights," Stiles remarked, the corner of his mouth quirked into a lopsided smile.
She shot him an imperious glare and dropped his hand to the bed with a dramatic flourish, but the warm, tingly affection radiating from her pores belied the action, and Isaac was sure even without werewolf senses Stiles wasn't fooled.
Isaac wrapped his fingers around Stiles' bicep, taking just a moment to enjoy the tight, compact cords of muscle as he gently tugged Stiles toward him and sniffed his shoulder where he had been bitten. There was no trace of the wound or any residual spark of alpha power.
"This is amazing too," Isaac said, nose hovering a few inches from Stiles' thinly covered skin – and okay, maybe Isaac's comment was partially in reference to the way Stiles' scent flooded his nostrils and filled a void in his chest that had been present for the last three-and-a-half days that Stiles had been unconscious.
"If you guys like my hand and shoulder so much, wait till you get a load of my elbow!" Stiles crooked his arm and raised into the air for Lydia and Isaac to see, a mock proud look on his face.
"Skinny," Isaac commented to Lydia, shaking his head.
"Knobby too," she added, scrunching her face.
"Uhn! Words hurt you know?" Stiles sniggered and folded his arms across his chest.
"What's skinny and knobby?" Scott asked, strolling back into the room shirtless. Glistening water droplets clung to his freshly scrubbed skin.
"Stiles' elbow," Isaac answered, looking at the wall past Scott. He seriously needed to stop objectifying the guy who was going to be his adoptive brother.
"Ssshh! He's very sensitive about his bony elbows," Scott remarked, unable to keep a straight face as he opened Stiles' dresser and helped himself to a t-shirt.
"I hate all of you," Stiles muttered, scent flaring with contentment.
"So how did you get the amulet off?" Lydia asked, nodding toward the mystic object that was laying harmlessly on his nightstand. It wasn't buzzing or glowing and looked like any other piece of gaudy antique jewelry.
"With my amazing hand."
"Stiles." Isaac frowned at him. Lydia's question was important.
"Don't be a grumpy wolf. You missed me too much." Stiles gave Isaac a confident smirk and booped the tip of Isaac's nose with his index finger.
Damnit, Stiles was so obnoxious. Also, what were they were talking about?
"Seriously though. I just grabbed it and yanked it over my head. It was no big deal."
Isaac's frown deepened. That should have been reassuring, but it wasn't. All that mystical energy had to have gone somewhere, and Isaac couldn't help but notice the fragrance of rain, sap, and sage permeating the air around Stiles. It smelled...well very good, like a natural part of Stiles' scent, and Isaac doubted he would have picked it out and questioned it if Ethan hadn't identified it as the scent of a druid. Now that Isaac knew what it was, he couldn't stop smelling it. He wondered if Scott was aware of it. After a few moments of deliberation he decided it was best to bring the topic out into the open.
"Ethan says you smell like a druid."
"Well tell him I think he smells like a wet sheepdog."
Isaac scowled and huffed because Ethan most certainly did not smell like a wet sheepdog.
"What are you talking about?" Scott asked as everyone shifted around on the bed to make room for him.
"He's noticed a shift in Stiles' scent ever since" –Isaac sighed– "the darach possessed him. I can smell it too now that I know what to look for. It's like raindrops and sap with hints of sage."
Scott sniffed the air. "That's just how Stiles has always..." He lifted the front of his borrowed shirt to his nose and inhaled. His eyes widened and his mouth hung open as the shirt dropped away from it. "You haven't worn this shirt in the last few weeks have you Stiles?"
"No, why?" Stiles looked so worried that Isaac involuntarily placed a reassuring hand on his forearm.
"You smell like Isaac described, but the shirt doesn't and" –Scott pinched the collar of the shirt and held it out– "yeah, this is how you're supposed to smell."
"Oh my god, so I smell like somebody else?!"
"No, you still smell like you," Isaac answered, patting Stiles arm, "just like, uh..."
"Like an evil version of myself?!"
"We're going to fix this." Scott said, and Isaac whimpered at the notes of alpha power in his voice. "You're awake now. That's all that matters."
Scott grabbed Stiles and pulled him into a fierce hug as Isaac and Lydia rubbed Stiles' back.
"So what's been going on with you guys?" Stiles asked as he broke the embrace with Scott and sat back.
Isaac, Scott, and Lydia exchanged wearied looks and groaned. They spent the better part of the next hour rehashing everything that had happened over the past three days for Stiles.
Stiles freaked out when they told him about the first night of the full moon and Iron Claw's rampage. When Isaac described the way he had been attacked and almost killed, Stiles crowded closer to him and grabbed his hand. He rubbed his thumb over the back of it as Isaac finished his story. Isaac stole glances at Lydia and Scott, but neither of them were reacting.
Once he was up to speed on everything, Stiles suggested an early dinner that evening before sunset to help Liam and Malia get to know everyone in a more relaxed environment. Isaac, Scott, and Lydia all agreed that it was a good idea. It was also logical from the standpoint of needing to get everyone paired off for the final night of the full moon. They decided to have the get-together at Scott's house so that Melissa could also get to know Liam and Malia – Stiles' dad had to work that night, but Melissa was off for the next two days. They texted their new packmates about the dinner plans and included Scott's address.
"Malia doesn't know how to text or use GPS yet, but I'm sure Aiden will help her," Lydia said.
She seemed less upset than Isaac had expected, which was good because someone like Aiden didn't deserve to take very long to get over.
"Are Ethan and Aiden going to help again tonight for the full moon?" Scott asked Isaac.
Isaac grumbled. He wasn't wild about being the pack's go-to contact person for the twins, but he nevertheless pulled his phone out of his pocket to check with Ethan. He already had two recent texts from him.
Ethan: [girl doing handstand with spread legs emoji] [eggplant emoji] [boy emoji] [exploding fireworks emoji]
Ethan: [ear emoji] [bed emoji] [face palming boy emoji] [angry face emoji] [angry face emoji] [angry face emoji]
Isaac laughed out loud as he decoded what Ethan was telling him.
"What's so funny?" Stiles asked.
Isaac started to hold up his phone to show the others, but stopped; he didn't want his packmates seeing his recent text history with Ethan. He shrugged casually and downplayed his amusement.
"Malia and Aiden are, uh, banging really loud and Ethan can't sleep."
"So funny," Lydia said dryly.
Isaac grimaced and tapped out a message to Ethan asking if he and Aiden would be helping again tonight. Ethan responded a few moments later.
Ethan: Of course.
Isaac's stomach tightened as he noted the period. Ethan didn't usually use end punctuation in texts unless he was asking a question. Was Ethan being emphatic about his response? Was he offended that Isaac had even needed to ask? Was he just sleep deprived and cranky? Was Isaac reading too much into a period?
"What?" Stiles asked, his voice taking on an annoyed edge.
"Nothing!" Isaac shoved his phone into his pocket.
Lydia rolled her eyes from over Stiles' shoulder and mouthed 'smooth' to him.
"Will you stay with me tonight?" Stiles asked, brushing his knee against Isaac's and giving him hopeful eyes.
There was a vulnerable quality in Stiles' voice that had Isaac answering without thinking about it. "Of course."
"Okay," Scott said with a nod, "Ethan can watch me at the Argent compound alone."
"Oh wait, I-I should be there."
"No, it's fine. All Ethan has to do is flip a switch if Iron Claw surfaces."
"Yes, I'll get everything setup before I take Malia to the school," Lydia said.
"And Aiden can keep corrupting our newest puppy," Stiles remarked with a shrug.
Lydia pursed her lips.
Isaac sighed and nodded. "Pretty much."
Scott's brow knitted together. "Liam seemed happy this morning...maybe we should give Aiden the benefit of the doubt." Everyone glared at him until he swallowed and raised his hands. "Or not."
With the plans finalized the pack dispersed. Stiles would be spending the afternoon with his dad. Isaac, Scott, and Lydia needed to try to get some sleep.
Isaac had hardly slept at all since the night before the start of the full moon, and he hadn't realized how tired he was until he climbed onto the back of Scott's motorcycle for the ride home. As he wrapped his arms around Scott and pressed close against his warm body, he found himself being lulled into a state of semi-sleep by the blissfully comforting scent of his alpha combined with the even more blissfully comforting scent of Stiles' druid-free shirt. The next thing he knew his face was buried against the back of Scott's neck and his eyes were sliding shut.
"Whoa, whoa, Isaac." As they pulled up to a stop sign Scott patted Isaac's hands and turned his head, letting Isaac nuzzle against his neck. "You gotta stay awake till we get home, buddy. Otherwise you might fall off."
"Okay," Isaac mumbled, nosing against Scott's neck and rubbing his cheek against Scott's Stiles-covered shoulder.
"I mean it." Scott used just enough alpha authority to make Isaac sit up and take notice.
"Sorry."
Scott squeezed Isaac's fingers on his stomach. "Safety first."
As they pulled away from the intersection, Isaac let his head slump against Scott's shoulder but focused on keeping his eyes open. Scott would be able to tell by his heart rate and breathing that he wasn't falling asleep...or if he was and they needed to pull over.
Isaac managed to stay awake until they got home, but his head was cloudy as Scott helped him off the motorcycle and into the house. He didn't remember walking up the stairs to his room but had a brief moment of clarity as he lay in bed and Scott pressed a damp washcloth to his face, scrubbing away any lingering traces of blood.
"You...good alpha," Isaac mumbled. He tried his best to look at Scott and smile, but his eyelids and lips were too heavy to cooperate.
Scott said something Isaac couldn't quite comprehend, but the tone was soothing as was the sensation of fingers ruffling Isaac's hair.
Isaac took one more deep breath before drifting away, his hazy mind registering the scent of Stiles draped around Scott and the scent of Ethan draped around himself. Lydia was also a whisper in the air. It was perfect; it was...
Pack.
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End Notes: I'm sorry I took longer than usual to finish and post this chapter, but I needed a little break to get some other projects going. Now that I've taken care of that, I'm really excited to get back into the swing of things with regular updates! I have the next 5-7 (depending on how I split them) chapters outlined, and I think you guys are going to be really excited about the romantic development (and smut) in these chapters. The next chapter will feature the pack dinner followed by some one-on-one time for Isaac and Stiles.
Meanwhile, I'm pleased with the progress I made on several new stories/updates, so if you're curious about what I posted during the break in this story and wanted to check any of these out...
"The Bunny and the Wolf" – Easter-themed Corey/Liam romance, fluff, and humor story. Corey's chimera nature grants him a special, passive power. For the two days before Easter each year everyone around him is automatically compelled to try to please him. Corey is determined not to take advantage of anyone, but his will power is tested when his friend and long-time crush, Liam, asks him out. Completed.
Chapter 7 of "A Street Over and a World Away" – Jackson and Isaac family/brotherhood/friendship fic, Non-romance, non-supernatural AU in which the Whittemores adopt Isaac after learning about his abuse. I just posted Chapter 7: The Party. Isaac develops new friends, but also faces new rivals.
Chapter 7 of "Liam Dunbar: Cuddlewolf Extraordinaire" – A collection of short fluff pieces featuring Liam cuddling and being affectionate with various members of the pack. Purely humor, fluff, and quirky weirdness, no drama or angst. I just posted Chapter 7 - Stiles & Lazy Saturdays. Liam's lazy Saturday with Stiles is interrupted when Stiles asks for a favor.
Chapter 1 of "Bedmates" – Some people search the world for their soulmates. Scott and Isaac only had to roll over. Short Scisaac fluff story that takes place almost entirely in Scott's bed/bedroom, and features Scott and Isaac's building relationship. Chapters will alternate between Scott's and Isaac's POVs. The story begins after Derek throws Isaac out of the loft in season 3A and Isaac goes to live with Scott.