Phoe's Friday Ficlets Chapter 4: Stetopher: The Omegas' Vengeance, a teen wolf fanfic

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Title: The Omegas' Vengeance – Friday Ficlets Series

Tags: m/m/m, polyamory, established relationship, alpha/beta/omega dynamics, Erica Lives, Boyd Lives, Jackson Doesn't Leave, Pack Alpha Peter, Pack Mom Stiles, demons

Main Pairing: Chris/Peter/Stiles

Teen Wolf Characters: Mieczysław 'Stiles' Stilinski, Peter Hale, Chris Argent, Scott McCall, Allison Argent, Derek Hale, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd, Isaac Lahey, Jackson Whittemore, Lydia Martin

Summary: A demon is terrorizing Beacon Hills, hurting betas and alphas who threatened or hurt omegas. Stiles is really worried about his pack and slightly annoyed by how dismissive they are because they think the demon wouldn't hurt them since they never hurt an omega before.

The Omegas' Vengeance

Friday Ficlets Series

There was a demon in Beacon Hills. Because of course there was! It was a literal hellhole, now certified via demon. It took them three weeks to figure out that it in fact was a demon, what kind of demon it was, what it wanted, how it had even gotten into town and how to summon it.

Three weeks and twelve victims. Most of them alphas, some of them betas. Peter, Lydia and Stiles had spent too many sleepless nights researching to put every little bit of evidence into context and solve it before anyone else got hurt. Turned out an omega, who had been raped by three alphas, had summoned a vengeance demon and had phrased their wish a little too vague so now they had a demon loose who was enacting revenge on behalf of scorned and hurt omegas. Apparently, it was still around and if there was an omega in distress, the demon latched onto that and acted on its own.

The demon was slippery. For the two weeks – after they realized it was a demon and had at least a vague description – they'd been hunting it. And for the past week of having more details on what it wanted and did exactly, they had attempted to summon it. Just that it didn't work (and Lydia took huge offense when Erica implied she may have performed the ritual wrong). It hadn't worked because Lydia was a beta. By now, they knew only an omega could call upon the demon.

Which was a huge fucking problem for everyone involved, because omegas were generally speaking rare. On average, one out of ten people presented as an omega. And, in line with that average, Stiles was the only person in their eleven people big pack who was an omega.

And that would be more than enough to do the job. The problem was that nobody in the pack knew that Stiles was an omega. Not even Scott. Not even Stiles' boyfriends. Nobody. And he would prefer to keep it that way, he'd been on suppressants and passing as a beta since his mom's death.

In their society, omegas were looked down at and they had a much, much greater struggle for recognition still, even though there had been 'omega rights movements' for the past century. Progress was always slow moving. He'd always been comfortable passing as a beta, nobody paid attention to betas. He saw no reason to tell Scott, because it wouldn't change anything. And then they joined a pack of werewolves and suddenly, Stiles had so many people who cared for him and suddenly, it felt less like something that could be shrugged off and more like lying.

It definitely had started feeling like lying when he'd started dating Chris and Peter. Which was still super new and Stiles didn't want to ruin it by telling them the truth. He was already seen as the fragile human of the pack, he didn't want to be the fragile omega too.

"We need an omega to do the summoning," Derek declared with an annoyed glare.

"We could ask someone from school," Isaac suggested softly. "There's an omega in our chem?"

"We are not dragging an innocent into this," Scott frowned, not allowing argument.

"For once, I agree with Scott," Peter sighed, sounding devastated by this. "It's an unknown variable and we can't endanger an omega like that."

Stiles, where he was sitting between Chris and Erica, looked up with a frown. "What."

Without looking up from the book on his lap, Chris reached a hand out to rest in Stiles' neck, gently squeezing. Stiles' inner omega wanted to roll around in the attention from his alpha. He leaned in.

"Werewolves don't harm omegas," Chris offered. "One of the few things we have in common."

"It's why nobody in the pack is personally freaked out about this," Boyd added softly.

"After Peter became Alpha, he taught us that omegas rank high in pack hierarchy and are highly cherished. No harming omegas," Erica shrugged. "So no getting any involved in this."

"I mean, we wouldn't hurt them," Isaac glared. "We'd protect them. But we need them."

"I'm sorry, let's go back to the part where omegas are important in a pack," Stiles requested.

"That was an awkward birds and bees conversation Peter had with us," Jackson looked physically pained. "He saved you, Allison and Lydia from having to go through it. Apparently, if a pack has an omega, they take on the second highest ranking position in a pack as Pack Mom and those are always protected by the whole pack. And that's why wolves don't harm omegas, because they're important to packs and wolves try to, and want to, get them into their packs."

Stiles raised both his eyebrows at that. He'd read about Pack Moms, but not that they were so sought-after that packs specifically looked for omegas to fill that role. He'd just found it funny that he had instinctively started filling that role and wondered if anyone in the pack noticed or if they didn't pick up on it because he was supposedly a beta. But he'd always been a natural care-taker, in his own bossy and bitchy way, taking care of himself and his dad and then also Scott. That had extended to the pack when he'd joined it, even more so when Derek had lost his Alpha status and Peter in return had regained it by killing a rogue Alpha. They had to rebuild, had to establish trust, things were fragile and new, so Stiles had stepped up and did his best to help.

"What," Stiles turned to look at Chris. "Did you mean by having in common. Humans look down on omegas. There's still so much abuse and injustice happening that puts omegas at a disadvantage compared to alphas and betas. If wolves give omegas a high-ranking role and actually want them around, that is absolutely not something wolves and humans have in common."

"Not humans. Hunters," Chris' hand still gently rubbed along Stiles' shoulders. "Most hunter families are led by an omega. My mother used to be the matriarch of our family, that's why Victoria was our leader, even though she wasn't a born Argent, but I'm an alpha and Kate was a beta. While alphas may be stronger fighters and betas are good followers, omegas have proven to be better strategists. Leaders."

Stiles stared from one of his boyfriends to the other, completely baffled by how calm the two men were. "So, what, you guys aren't worried for your own safety because you think the demon wouldn't hurt you? Even if we summoned it right here?"

"Darling I would never harm an omega," Peter frowned at Stiles.

Stiles' eyes wandered to the rest of the pack, earning shrugs, Jackson the only one to speak up. "Yeah I may have bullied a bunch of people, but I usually only pick real fights with other alphas. And it's not like there are a ton of omegas at school, I don't think I ever bullied one."

The bewilderment Stiles felt turned more and more into frustration and flat-out annoyance. These arrogant bastards. These hypocrites. He ground his teeth together and stood up.

"You don't wanna put a random omega into 'danger' by using them to summon this. And you're oh-so sure that you'll all be fine if you were to come across the demon," Stiles huffed out.

His eyes landed on the binding circle they had drawn two days ago on the loft's floor, when Lydia had attempted to summon the demon and bind it. The pack made indignant noises, as though the wolves were offended by the mere suggestion. Stiles huffed again.

"Fine then. Let's see about that," Stiles raised his voice. "Yakanna, I call upon thee."

"That's not gonna work, Stiles," Lydia sighed and rolled her eyes. "It has to be-"

A swirl of darkness appeared between them all and out crawled a vaguely feminine shadowy figure with long hair that seemed to move on its own, eyes silver and shining, mouth a gaping hole with too many too sharp teeth. "You summon me, omega. Which of them shall I hurt?"

Stiles ground his teeth together, arms crossed over his chest. Nearly every member of the pack was violently pushed against the walls by an invisible force, pinned and making pained noises. The only ones who stood at Stiles' side were Allison and Lydia, both looking startled.

"Let them down!" Allison screamed, eyes on her father and Scott. "You only harm those who-"

"Yesss," Yakanna hissed viciously. "As they have! I will harm them in revenge."

And of course did the demon work with memory magic too, to know who did harm. It pulled the memories out, replaying them around it, for all to see. Every time Jackson had physically bullied Stiles, every time that Derek had shoved Stiles against walls and threatened him, the times that Isaac and Boyd had shoved him around back when they were in Derek's pack and Stiles wasn't, how Erica had knocked him out with a part of his own car, Scott pushing him around during the early full moons, Chris pushing Stiles against the wall and threatening him in the hospital, Peter slamming Stiles against the Jeep in the parking garage.

"I don't," Stiles growled out. "Want you to harm any of them. Yakanna of the vengeance tribe, I, omega Mieczysław Stilinski, deem your mission complete and banish thee back to the fifth hell."

The demon snarled at him and tried to reach out in vain as the circle lit up and swallowed it whole. The pack landed on their rears in a loud thump, gasping for breath and Stiles turned around.

"So, all of that was okay, because I was just a beta, wasn't it," Stiles muttered as he left.

/break\

Stiles sat with his legs drawn up against his chest on his bed. He'd drawn a mountain ash line in front of his window and door, just to make sure. He didn't have any mind to deal with the guilty puppies, he already had twenty four missed calls, fifteen voice messages and countless texts from them all, apologizing and trying to explain that it wasn't okay, that it hadn't been okay, and that they should have apologized at the very least after all of them had become pack. Stiles didn't want to deal with it, he wanted to be angry right now.

His window opened and someone climbed through it, because of course was the mountain ash line and his ignoring their calls not enough to actually make the pack get the message he was sending.

"Mountain ash doesn't work on hunters, doll," Chris' voice was very soft.

He broke the ash line and allowed Peter to follow. Moments later and Stiles had an alpha sitting on either side of him, but decidedly not touching him. He glared deeply at the wall opposite them.

"I'm gonna punch you if you apologize," Stiles warned. "I don't need apologies for the threats or harm done. We weren't on the same side back then. It doesn't matter. But it really pisses me off that you acted so high and mighty like no—o you would ne—ever harm an omega. Well. Fuck you."

Peter huffed softly and turned toward him to bury his nose in Stiles' neck. "You're not wrong. I am still sorry for having caused harm to you, sweetheart, because I love you."

"Yeah, so am I," Chris wrapped his arms around Stiles' waist. "Tell us what we can do."

Stiles bit his lips and wiggled his nose. "Make the pups stop apologizing to me. I was quite fine just moving on from it too, I don't need this awkwardness. And also… not be mad that I lied? I didn't… mean to lie to you. I just… I started taking suppressants in like elementary school, to avoid bullies."

"You don't have to explain," Chris heaved a sigh and gently kissed his cheek. "We know how humans looks at omegas. We do understand why you hid this from everyone, baby."

Stiles took a shuttering breath and leaned more into Chris. Peter on his other side was quick to follow, still nuzzling into Stiles and trying to cover him in his scent.

"We'll talk to the pups," Peter assured him. "We do love you, darling, you know that, right? We love you whether you're a beta or an omega or an alpha."

Biting his lips hard, Stiles nodded and felt himself relax between them, anger dissipating.

/break\

Stiles spent a lot of time thinking about this for himself before he came to the decision to get off his suppressants. He'd always felt so alone in being an omega, he only had his dad and Scott, and Scott had his asthma and wasn't a big fighter exactly, it was mostly Stiles who physically went against their bullies, so he'd never felt quite… safe enough to get off his suppressants. But now he had seven werewolves, two hunters and a banshee in his corner. Though he didn't actually tell any of them that he'd gone off his suppressants. He just waited until they were out of his system and then walked into the Hale House an hour ahead of their pack meeting to get dinner started while the wolves were still out on their weekly pack-run. Chris and Allison would help, while Lydia sat by because she was a total disaster in the kitchen and Stiles had long since banned her from it.

As soon as the Argents and Lydia arrived did Stiles hear Chris growl. It wasn't a threatening growl, it was a pleased, low noise that slowly drew nearer as the alpha stalked into the kitchen. The next moment, Stiles found himself caged between his boyfriend's arms, with Chris' face buried in his neck, beard scratching his delicate skin and making him shudder.

"You…" Chris actually lapped at his neck, teeth scratching over Stiles' scent glands and making the omega shudder a little. "You smell good enough to eat. That is your scent? Your actual scent? It's going to drive Peter wild, baby. Hell, it's driving me wild."

"I can see that and I wish I didn't. Please stop," Allison complained. "Dinner?"

It looked like Chris physically had to force himself away from Stiles, looking absolutely displeased by that. The smallest smile played on Stiles' lips at the man's reaction and he pulled Chris into a brief, PG rated kiss, mindful of Allison still in the room. While they cooked, Chris kept touching and kissing Stiles one way or another, like he couldn't keep himself from it, until the wolves finally arrived. They all stood more or less frozen in the doorway, gaping at Stiles and sniffing the air.

"Cat's out of the bag anyway, so I figured," Stiles motioned vaguely.

And then he was pushed against Chris' chest by Peter, trapped between the two alphas. Peter's eyes were the most intense red Stiles had ever seen them, clawed hands wrapped around Stiles' waist to hold him pinned and then the Alpha buried his face in Stiles' neck. Chris behind him used the opportunity to do the same with the other side of Stiles' neck, both alphas rubbing their noses against his scent-glands and growling in the most pleased way.

"Dinner is getting cold, you know," Lydia commented dryly. "You can scent your omega later."

Peter gave a low warning growl and seemed unable to tear himself fully away from Stiles, so Stiles somehow landed in the Alpha's lap. For dinner. That was new. Blinking, Stiles looked between Peter and Chris, earning a grin and a wink from Chris, quietly conveying 'I told you so'.

"He's going to make you roll around in his bed after dinner, you know," Chris said.

Peter made a dark, pleased sound at that suggestion. "Absolutely. You are staying the weekend, darling, I need you to make the den smell like you, with your real scent."

The small smile on Stiles' lips turned into a content grin as he relaxed back against the Alpha. He got stuck in the center of a puppy-pile in the living room after dinner, everyone eager to scent-mark him too, before he did indeed go into the Alpha's bedroom to sufficiently cover Peter's bed in his scent. And he'd been worried how the pack would take it.

~*~ The End ~*~

Author's note: Had this one on my agenda for sooo long, glad I finally got around to writing it!