Epilogue

In fact, everyone seemed to be coming around to the fact that he was married.

Everyone, that is, except for Scott.

The, dubiously named, true alpha would barely speak to Stiles, let alone look in his direction, yet every time their eyes met his eyes were lit with betrayal. As if Stiles had been the one to harm their friendship. He ignored it for the most part, unwilling to allow himself to sink into the depths of depression he knew would grasp him if he thought on it too long. Yet sometimes he yearned for the times before the supernatural, before Scott got bit. Maybe if that hadn't happened they would still be as close as they had been.

The thoughts always went away when Ares held him or just looked at him. When Bazyli would laugh or snuggle into him when he rocked him to sleep.

And he would realize that he was exactly where he wanted to be.

*/*

Bazyli's first birthday party went off without a hitch.

Danny and Allison convinced him to push the larger celebration a month, allowing him and Ares to host a smaller celebration in the meantime.

The two had taken to their roles of uncle and aunt like fish to water, helped along by the fact that Bazyli loved to be around them. They'd asked him to allow them (and Esmeralda) to host Baz's first big party and he'd allowed it, hosting a small get together at his father's house.

Derek, Esmeralda, Peter, Ares, and James, Are's father all came, as did his own father, although the man was called away to deal with a car accident an hour in.

To his surprise, Derek and Ares seemed to be getting along, the former pulling him into a strong hug as the party began to wind down.

"I know I didn't really stick to it when we decided to go back to being friends the first time, but…maybe we could try again?"

Stiles smiled and nodded. "Of course, I told you I want my friend back."

The man gave him a small smile and returned his nod with one of his own before turning to Ares with a dark scowl.

"Stiles is my best friend. If you hurt him I'm going to rip your throat out…with my teeth."

The teen blushed, while Ares nodded seriously.

"If I hurt Stiles, I'd let you."

With a curt nod, Derek turned to his uncle, a light smirk taking over the scowl.

"Finally asked, huh?"

Peter smirked. "Of course, nephew."

"Congratulations, Peter. Are you gonna do it according to tradition?"

The Beta nodded.

"Figure we could christen the new house with a good memory, for once."

Derek smiled, then to his uncle's surprise, he hugged him.

"I'm glad to have you back, Uncle Peter."

Peter stiffened in shock then slowly hugged the younger wolf back.

"Thank you, pup."

*/*

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Stiles sighed as he entered his old bedroom to find Scott waiting for him, the older boy staring at him with sad, puppy dog eyes.

He'd been waiting for this confrontation since the involuntary reveal of his marriage, especially after Esmeralda had joined the pack.

He was only thankful that Scott had waited until the week after Baz's party to ask, and that Ares was keeping their son that day.

It made the dread and pain warring within him just the slightest bit easier to handle.

"Why didn't you tell me you were married, Stiles? I thought you were my best friend!"

"And I thought you were mine!" Stiles snarled back at him, feeling his magic roil beneath his skin.

"I thought you were the one person I could trust, my brother but you proved me wrong, Scotty. Y-you worked with Gerard, even when he kidnapped me and nearly killed me! You didn't even look for me! How the hell am I supposed to trust you, Scott? How?!"
Scott jumped to his feet. "I didn't know!" He yelled.

"I didn't know what Gerard was planning, okay? I was just trying to protect my mom and Allison. I told you the moment me and Allison got together, why couldn't you do the same?"

"Because Ares was normal, Scott. He's human, like me and for one I appreciated being around someone that didn't look at my humanity and think I was weak. I know I don't have super strength or super healing, Scott, but I hear what you guys say when you think I'm not around. I see how you guys push me out of pack activities and hell, you and Lydia made it plenty clear what you thought of me after the Nogitsune. How can I trust you with the life of my husband and my child when you don't trust me?"

Scott sighed. "I do trust you, okay? I just- none of us even noticed when the nogitsune took over and it led to us losing Allison and Aiden and you losing the safety of your mind and I- I hate it. I didn't mean it when I told you that you weren't pack, but I kept seeing your face, killing Allison over and over again and I couldn't help but hate you. I know it wasn't you, but it was wearing your face and I just…I couldn't bare being around you."

Stiles flinched. "Scott, I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry."

The older teen nodded, running a hand through his hair.

"I'm sorry too. I've been a real dick, and I shouldn't have been. Forgive me?"

The spark snorted. "Is that even a question, Scott? I've forgiven you for alot of things, and I'll continue to do so."

His eyes narrowed. "But if you ever hurt my husband or my son again, I will kill you, Scotty."

"Deal."

"Good, now let's go meet your nephew."

*/*

Graduation.

He'd been waiting for this day since stepping foot into Beacon Hills High School all those years ago and it had finally come. One by one, the pack made their way across the stage and he cheered and clapped for each one, mourning those that had been killed by the supernatural underworld of Beacon Hills.

When his turn came, he felt his heart soar when he heard his family cheering for him, his father, Peter, and Ares the loudest amongst everyone. He smiled, blushing slightly, happier than he'd been in a very long time.

'I did it, mom, Kat. I finally did it.'

Tears welled in his eyes, warmth flooding him, and he made his way back to his seat to listen to the final speech.

A few more minutes, the ceremony was over and they all made their way over to their families.

Ares grinned at him, then before he could say anything else, his husband pulled him into a passionate kiss.

He melted against the man, ignoring the catcalls from his classmates.

Whatever, he was happy.

Plus, there was a wedding happening later that night.

He was too happy to care what they think.

~FIN