Mischief and Chaos Chapter 4: The Alpha and the Pack, a teen wolf fanfic

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Title: Mischief and Chaos – The Spark and the Void

Tags: m/m, canon divergence, Nogitsune Stiles, Spark Stiles, Pack Alpha Peter, True Mates, grief/mourning, hurt/comfort, fluff, explicit intercourse, oral, m/f

Main Pairing: Peter/Stiles

Side Pairings: Boyd/Erica, Jackson/Lydia, Chris/Sheriff

Teen Wolf Characters: Mieczysław 'Stiles' Stilinski, Peter Hale, Noah Stilinski, Chris Argent, Allison Argent, Jackson Whittemore, Lydia Martin, Danny Mahealani, Derek Hale, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd III, Claudia Stilinski, Vernon Boyd II, Anita Boyd, Alicia Boyd

Summary: Stiles' mom is dying and in an attempt to run away from it all, he ends up at a clearing with a cut-down tree that talks to him. He makes a deal with a dark fox to ease his mother's mind and gains a life-long companion for it. And then there's this new girl at school, Allison, who decides to be his friend. His life unfolds a little different from thereon out.

Mischief and Chaos

The Spark and the Void

Part 4: The Alpha and the Pack

Stiles was a little startled when his bedroom door got kicked open. In stomped a determined Allison, carrying a stack of books as high as her head. They hadn't really spoken since the fire. Not even at school. Stiles more or less hid behind Jackson, which worked for now. Ever since Stiles had yelled at the other boy to talk to his parents, the two had grown closer. Apparently, Jackson actually had had a heart to heart with David and Marjorie and they really talked about the adoption and their feelings, for the first time, and now they were working on things together. Jackson seemed lighter. He had also grown more attached to Stiles, as a result. So nobody found Stiles' behavior suspicious. And Allison hadn't really tried to reach out yet either so far. Though Stiles was pretty sure that Chris and Noah suspected something was up, because their last Sunday dinner had been stilted.

"Okay," Allison was panting as she dumped all the books in front of Stiles. "I did research."

"I, uh, what?" Stiles blinked and stared at the huge pile of books.

There were colored paper-slips sticking out of them. Different colors and just so many paper-slips. Allison glared at him with determination, arms crossed over her chest to make her look serious.

"Blue is witches, red is foxes, purple is everything I dunno if it really checks out," Allison declared. "I am now prepared. You will explain the fox to me, and the magic, and the storm. You will tell me everything, because you are my best friend and I will not let you do dangerous magic alone."

Stiles' whole face lit up at that and he followed the impulse to hug her tightly. So he hadn't chased her away by being a weird witch. She'd just needed time to study up on things herself first. Her arms wrapped around him too, pulling him closer. When their hug ended, they both settled onto Stiles' bed and Stiles told her everything, starting with his first meeting with Nemy.

/break\

Allison's research was actually really good and much more reliable than Void would have thought, which he told Stiles. So Stiles asked her where she got her sources – and that was how Stiles learned about Chris' secret hidden library. Naturally did that mean him and Allison had to break in there. The man kept it locked, but locks hadn't stopped Stiles even before he had an actual trickster spirit in his mind. But the two of them just needed to be sneaky about it so Chris wouldn't notice.

In Chris' secret library were a bunch of books on werewolves too. Most were about how to kill a werewolf, which was really very concerning to Stiles, but there were also some on pack dynamics and hierarchy in a pack and stuff like that. Even one about mates, which Stiles practically devoured.

Reading about werewolf packs made Stiles come to the very logical conclusion that he already had a pack. His dad, Chris, Allison, Lydia, Jackson and Danny. So all Peter needed to do was wake up and then he could join Stiles' pack and that would help him heal, because pack-bonds made wolves stronger. Part of why Peter was still unconscious was because his body was trying to heal physically and mentally. The frayed, broken pack-bonds were their own trauma that needed mending, on top of slowing down Peter's physical healing. Which was just so annoying. If Peter were awake, he could join the pack and the new pack-bonds would make him heal faster, but to wake up, he needed to heal first, at least to a certain degree, and urgh.

Still, Stiles knew more about wolves now, so he tried to accommodate Peter as best as he could. He brought Peter a fluffy blanket that Stiles had spent hours wrapped up in so it was sufficiently covered in his scent, because scent was important to wolves. And if Peter refused to wake up to talk to Stiles to get to know him, then Peter would just have to get used to Stiles' scent.

Stiles started bringing Peter stuff. Cards for the holidays, stuffed toys that smelt like him. He even brought some things that smelt like his dad or Chris or Allison, to get Peter used to the scent of his new pack. And then Stiles would just… sit with Peter and talk to him.

He told Peter everything about Nemy and Void, about Claudia's death and how Chris and Allison had become part of his family. He told Peter about their pack, about everyone in it and how awesome they all were. He told him about school and how Stiles' day had been. Just everything.

One day, about five months into Stiles' weekly visits (because he had school and his dad and Chris and his friends, he couldn't sneak off to the hospital as often as he'd like to), they were interrupted. The door opened and a girl about Stiles' age sneaked into the room. Her blonde hair was all messy, her eyes were wide and she was wearing a hospital gown.

"Hello," Stiles said, surprised. "I think you may have gotten lost there."

"Crap," the girl said, eyes even wider. "Uh. I'm sorry. I was just looking for a place to hide?"

Ahahaha, I like her. She has spirit and chaos. Keep her.

Stiles opted to ignore the fox in his mind. "What are you hiding from?"

She wrapped her arms around herself and rubbed them. "The doctors. I hate when they do tests."

Tilting his head, Stiles looked over at Peter for a moment. Peter, who just laid there and never answered and thus could not protest to the company. Stiles pulled the second chair up.

"You can sit with me and Peter, if you'd like," Stiles offered. "I'm Stiles."

The girl's face brightened and she hurried over to them. "I'm Erica."

/break\

"We are honestly so—o responsible, we could stay on our own for a weekend."

Both Chris and Noah turned to give Stiles the most incredulous look possible. It even matched. Chris had perfected the art of the 'Stiles, no' look. Which was probably fair, considering the man had been a constant presence in the Stilinskis' lives for nearly two years now and had been co-parenting Stiles for as long.

When Chris and Noah had told Stiles and Allison that the kids would be brought somewhere to be watched (not babysat, because Stiles and Allison were ten, they didn't need babysitters anymore!), Stiles had honestly gotten hopeful. Maybe the two wanted to be alone to declare their undying love to each other. And then they told their kids that they were going on a hunting trip with Mister Boyd, which was honestly such a disappointment, because by now, Stiles thought he was fine with his dad falling in love again. But only if he fell in love with Chris.

"Anita offered to take you two rascals too, while we go hunting," Noah sighed and stared down at his son. "So you be on your best behavior while at the Boyds, am I clear, Stiles? No trouble."

Chris snorted at that, earning a look from Noah. "What? You know that's unlikely. It's Stiles."

Stiles gasped in mock offense at that, earning a gentle, playful cuff from Chris. With another heavy sigh did Noah ring the doorbell. A beautiful, tall, dark-skinned woman wearing a bright orange dress opened the door and immediately turned to smile at Stiles and Allison.

"You must be Stiles and Allison. Hello, kids. I'm Anita and while my husband is out with your dads, you'll stay with me, that sound good?"

Stiles scrunched up his nose. It was the weekend, he should have gotten to sneak off to be with Peter, but he couldn't sneak out of a stranger's house and he did not want to cause her trouble.

So boring, when did you become so boring, Mischief?

Stiles huffed and tried to ignore the rude fox. He liked trouble! But he didn't know Missus Boyd and it seemed mean to worry her by running away. Maybe Erica would be in the hospital again and she could sit with Peter so Peter wouldn't be all alone? He had run into her again two weeks after first meeting her and she had sat with them again. He'd explained to her what had happened to Peter and that though he wasn't awake, he could still hear them (he had to believe that, because everything else would break him). At that, she started telling Stiles and Peter about herself, even including Peter in the conversation by addressing him when explaining something she assumed Stiles, as a fellow kid her age, would have context to while Peter may lack it. Stiles liked her.

"There you are," a large man Stiles recognized as Mister Boyd walked out. "You're late."

"This one," Noah jerked a thumb over his shoulder. "Couldn't find the damn hooks for the tent."

Chris rolled his eyes and Stiles tuned them out because they had been bickering about this the entire drive here already. Mister Boyd rested a heavy hand on Stiles' head to ruffle his hair. The man was sometimes over to hang out with his dad, watch a sports game and drink beer.

"We'll be back by Sunday evening, dear," Mister Boyd said, kissing his wife.

Anita smiled and squeezed his arm. "Have fun."

Both Stiles and Allison obediently waved after their dads as they drove off with Mister Boyd, before the kids got ushered into the house. In the living room sat a boy who was Stiles and Allison's age and who he may have seen at recess before, and a girl a couple years younger. The girl was playing with dolls and the boy was looking annoyed.

"These are my kids, Boyd and Alicia."

Stiles' whole face scrunched up as he looked at the boy. "Your name is Boyd Boyd?"

"No, idiot," Boyd rolled his eyes really hard at him.

"Vernon!" Anita raised her voice in warning before turning to Stiles. "His name is Vernon, like his father. We mostly call him 'Junior', but in school, he prefers to be called Boyd."

"Hi, I'm Allison," Allison smiled and reached her hand out. "And this is Stiles."

Boyd shook it with a frown, clearly annoyed by the intruders into his home. "Hey."

"Are you twins?" Alicia asked with large eyes. "You are like the same age, right? That means you're twins. There's twins in my class too."

"Why would we…" Stiles blinked confused. "No, we're not?"

"Because you're siblings? And siblings who are the same age have to be twins," Alicia said.

"Siblings?" Allison looked from Alicia to Stiles. "No? We're not?"

Alicia frowned at them. "But your dads are going camping with our dad, that's why you're staying here, right? Because you don't have moms, you have two dads."

Anita made a mortified noise at that and quickly knelt down in front of her daughter. "Sweetie, no, they're not… They had moms and their moms… Their moms…"

"Died," Stiles supplied and averted his eyes. "Our moms died."

"Oh, like grandpa?" Alicia's face screwed up a little in guilty embarrassment. "I misunderstood that, didn't I? I'm sorry, I didn't…"

Allison offered her a thin-lipped smile and sat down with her. "That's okay. You didn't mean to. How about we play some with your dolls instead, mh?"

Stiles ground his teeth together, fighting the urge to stomp away because he had nowhere to stomp to. He didn't know this house, didn't know these people. He wanted to crawl into his bed and scream into his pillow, or run into the woods and throw himself onto Nemy or climb into Peter's hospital bed and cry into his soulmate's chest.

"C'mon, I'll show you my room," Boyd's voice was softer than before. "You'll stay with me, Allison will stay in Alicia's room."

Stiles nodded sharply and followed Boyd upstairs and toward the other boy's bedroom. There was a huge shelf with books in it and a toy train set on the floor that had obviously been pushed aside to make room for the sleeping bag rolled out in front of the bed.

"I'm sorry," Boyd whispered. "About what she said. Alicia didn't mean to upset you."

"It's fine," Stiles shook his head even as he refused to look at the other boy. "She's been dead for over two years now. I'm fine."

Thankfully, Boyd didn't call him out on his blatant lie. Instead, the other boy just grunted softly and watched Stiles dump his backpack on the floor.

"That's a cool train set," Stiles commented after an awkward stretch of silence.

Boyd took it for the invitation it was and walked over to sit next to it. "Yeah, my dad built it with me. Wanna see how it works?"

Stiles nodded sharply and sat down next to Boyd, allowing the train to take his mind off of the reminder of his dead mother.

/break\

On Monday at school, Stiles perked up when he saw Boyd walk into the cafeteria and he immediately started waving. "Over here! You can sit with us?"

Jackson paused to glare at him. "Why are you inviting someone to sit with us?"

"Because Boyd is our friend now," Allison replied simply. "We were staying the weekend over at his house and he's really cool, actually."

Allison had that way of disarming absolutely anyone with a dimpled smile. Jackson took another moment, before he shrugged and went back to his food. Danny looked up at Boyd and smiled in greeting. Lydia gave a polite nod. Boyd looked at them all before he sat down with them, looking a bit unsure. He usually sat alone, Stiles had realized. And now that he was their friend, as Allison had just pointed out, that could absolutely not stand.

It took Boyd a bit to relax with them, but the longer lunch went on, the more at ease he seemed. This marked the first of many shared lunches and the beginning of another deep friendship for Stiles. Another member of his pack, waiting for Stiles' wolf to wake up.

/break\

Noah heaved a deep, tired sigh as he sat down on his bed. Half his wardrobe was laying next to him. There was nothing good in there. Or at least nothing good that didn't hold the wrong kinds of memories. The expensive dress-shirt he'd last worn to his and Claudia's wedding anniversary, before she had been diagnosed. The suit he'd worn to the sheriff's fancy ball that Claudia had insisted they dress up for. He couldn't possibly wear something heavy with Claudia's memories.

Wasn't it bad enough that he was considering this at all? She hadn't even been dead for two years and he… he was considering a date? What kind of husband did that?

Angry with himself did he grab everything and shove it back into the closet. Vernon had just gotten into his head, was all. The man had made that stupid comment about third-wheeling a romantic get-away and then he had the audacity to look genuinely surprised when Chris and Noah told him that this was just a friendly hunting trip. And if Noah had only Vernon along because he'd panicked at the thought of a tent and Chris Argent all alone with him, that was between Noah and God.

"…Dad, if you're looking for the monster in the closet, I'm fairly sure it isn't real."

Noah snorted out a laugh and turned toward his son. His face fell at that. He couldn't ask Chris out on a date, what would Stiles think? That his dad was already forgetting his mom? And what if things didn't work out? Or worse yet, if Chris wasn't even interested in him like that? Noah didn't even know if the man was bisexual. Chris and Allison had become such an integral part of the Stilinski family, the thought of ruining that in any way or shape broke Noah's heart. No, he was being stupid and selfish, thinking he should ask Chris out. He needed to forget that.

"I remember this shirt," Stiles grinned and grabbed the sleek, dark-blue dress shirt. "Mom used to say it really brings out your eyes and that you looked the most handsome in it."

Noah's chest ached and he took the shirt from Stiles to shove it back into the closet too. Stupid.

"That's your fancy shirt," Stiles frowned. "You only wore it when you went out with mom. Are you… Are you getting ready for a date? This looks like in every rom com that Lydia forces us to watch when the girl can't decide what to wear to the date with the boy she really likes."

"You need to watch some different movies with your friends every once in a while, kiddo."

"We would all love that, but Lydia rules the remote control with an iron fist."

Okay, maybe Noah could take tiny steps. Work his way up to even just the possibility of dating. This was as good an opening with Stiles as he was going to get. With a heavy sigh did he sit down on his bed and patted it so Stiles would join him.

"What… What would you think if I were going on a date, kiddo?"

"Depends," Stiles frowned at him. "If you're going out with someone I don't know, I don't think I'd like that, because you should be going out with Chris."

Noah was fairly sure he blacked out there for a second. "I should do what."

"Chris," Stiles replied, looking at his dad so seriously. "People sometimes call him my dad when they see us out, or they think Allison is my sister. I did research on it, if you can have two dads, and the conclusion was that this only works if the dads are dating. So you should date Chris, because he already is my second dad, and you're Ally's second dad. So you need to make it officially so we will be a proper family."

Ah. Noah had forgotten that his boy was always ten steps ahead of the class. He huffed out a laugh and pulled Stiles into a tight hug, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

"So you wouldn't be upset?" Noah asked, still. "You wouldn't think I'm forgetting your mom?"

"You can't forget mom, mom's unforgettable. But mom's also gone. And Chris is here," Stiles replied softly, face buried in his dad's chest. "He taught us how to cook and feeds us and carries the groceries when Ally and I go buy them with him and he picks us up from school and he tucks me in at night and when I… when I'm sad about mom, he holds me and tells me it's okay and he makes you laugh and happy again when you haven't been happy since the doctors told us what mom has. Mom would want you to be happy, she always wanted both of us to be happy, dad."

"Yeah," Noah's voice broke a little. "Yeah, she did, didn't she?"

God, Noah was a fool. Claudia would kick his ass for thinking he shouldn't ask Chris out. She was dead, she wasn't here anymore, but he was still alive and he should live.

/break\

Four months after their first date, Noah and Chris agreed that it was time to look for a place. For the past three months already, they had been alternating houses, with either Noah and Stiles staying over at the Argents', or Chris and Ally staying over at the Stilinskis'. Upkeep on two houses was a waste of money and they had already spent so much time in each other's pockets for two years already at that point, so they went house hunting together.

Stiles insisted on something close to the forest and Allison backed him up on that. He wanted to be able to easily sneak off to Nemy through the backdoor whenever he wanted to. Their dads didn't argue them on it, they thought it was a good outlet for the kids' energy.

After they moved in, they had a big celebration of their new home together and Ally and Stiles got to invite all their friends – Lydia and Erica slept in Ally's room, while Boyd, Jackson and Danny slept in Stiles'. Because Stiles had very effectively integrated Erica into his pack too. First by introducing her to Allison, who sometimes would come with Stiles to sit at Peter's bed, then by having her come over to play with them and slowly introducing the others to her.

Lydia had given Erica's sweat-pants and messy hair one disapproving look before she declared 'make-over time' and dragged them to Lydia's house, where they raided Lydia's closet and Lydia's mom's make-up. Stiles, not to be excluded, let Lydia put him in a skirt and make-up too, which also helped Erica relax a little. It had been a fun afternoon and after, Erica just slotted in with them.

"We have a strong pack, you know," Stiles whispered, his arms crossed under his chin. "My dads are finally in a proper relationship and I got us five betas and an Ally. She insists on being more than a beta. Maybe she could be our Right Hand? That's the second-in-command adviser, right? She is totally my second-in-command. We'll be such a great pack together, once you wake up."

He stared at Peter's unmoving body, tears of frustration gathering in his eyes. "Please wake up."

/break\

Jackson frowned with a glare. "Why did you bring the munchkin?"

"Hey!" Alicia yelped and kicked Jackson in the shin.

Jackson went down with a gasp, while Stiles and Erica snickered to themselves. Boyd rolled his eyes and took his little sister's hand to pull her away from Jackson before she could kick him again. Danny was the only one having mercy on Jackson, offering him a hand to help him up. Both Lydia and Allison looked mostly exasperated.

"Ma and pa are on a date. They told me if I wanna go out, I have to take her," Boyd shrugged.

"My big brother goes ice-skating with me all the time," Alicia raised her chin high. "I am probably a way better skater than any of you. Maybe I can teach you a thing of two."

"You are my definite favorite," Lydia chuckled, patting Alicia's shoulder.

Lydia and Jackson had one of their down-times again. At this point, Stiles had more or less given up trying to keep track of their relationship. One week, they were in ever-lasting love, the other week, they didn't speak, just to then make up at the end of the day again. If this was love, Stiles wasn't so sure he really wanted it. (And then he thought about his soulmate, who had never spoken a single word to him, who just laid there, unresponsive, and he would give anything to even just have a fight with Peter, to hear the man's voice, anything at all.)

"I, uh, I'm sitting this one out, guys," Erica said shyly. "I don't think that knives on my feet and breakable ice under me are a great combination with my epilepsy."

She was still a little shy, even though through Stiles and then Allison and Lydia, she had been integrated into their group. One time, she'd had a seizure during lunch and some idiots had made fun of her because of it. Jackson had punched them in the face and Stiles had set their lunch on fire and Erica had been much more relaxed with them since then. But she still hated to be reminded of her seizures, hated not being able to do everything fun they did.

"It's okay, I'll sit this one out with you, Erica," Danny smiled at her. "Not a fan of the ice."

"Then why did you even come?" Jackson asked baffled.

Danny's smile turned just a bit mean. "Because I wanted to see you fall on your face, Jackson."

"Why is everyone picking on me today? What did I do?"

"You were being yourself, babe," Lydia smiled sweetly and patted his cheek.

"I hate you all," Jackson rolled his eyes.

"You love us and you know it," Stiles chimed while putting his ice-skates on.

When Jackson gave him a withering glare, Stiles grabbed Allison's hand and ran off cackling. Alicia, Boyd and Lydia were quick to follow them, with a grumbling Jackson building the rear. Once on the ice, Stiles turned around so he could face his back. He grinned broadly over at Danny and Erica huddled together on a fallen tree and waved at them. Soft snow was falling and the stream below their feet was frozen with thick ice. Stiles had noticed on the weekend, when him and Ally had been at Nemy's for Stiles to train his magic more. She insisted on coming as often as she could, because she loved seeing him use his magic. They'd seen the frozen river and Stiles had remembered that Boyd had told him he and his sister loved ice-skating in winter, so Stiles had thought it might be a cool thing to do for them all together.

For about twenty minutes, the forest was filled with the children's laughter and squeaks of joy. At one point, Lydia even took Jackson's hands and they skated together, like in a romantic movie. And it was fun, it was all fun. Until there was a crack. And then there was a yell.

"Brother!" Alicia screamed at the top of her lungs.

"Licia!" Boyd looked horrified as he tried to hurry to her.

But the ice beneath her feet had broken and was giving way. They all stood there, frozen, as Alicia simply disappeared in the dark water. Nobody could react, there was nothing anyone could do, it happened so fast. The ice cracked more, but the plate of ice had slipped back up to nearly seal the hole. The stream beneath the ice would pull her away, to be lost forever.

Nothing hurts my pack. This forest is mine to command. It will not harm those who are mine.

Void in the back of his mind chirped in excitement at it all. The chaos of the maelstrom beneath the ice, the panic and pain everyone was radiating and the power and command in Stiles' mind. Allison squeaked and grabbed Stiles' hand, tugging hard.

"Your eyes are glowing!" Allison hissed in warning.

Stiles was very much aware of that. And he didn't care. Nothing harmed those he considered his. And the Boyds were part of his pack. No Alpha would let their pack get hurt like that, not if they could prevent it. Stiles had decided to be the Alpha of their pack, so he was going to protect them.

The sky above them darkened and the shadows of the trees around them lengthened and thickened. Even the water beneath the ice seemed to darken. Boyd was on all four on the ice, frantically trying to lift the piece of ice from the hole with Jackson's help. The forest around them got eerily silent, no birds, no animals or rustling of what few leafs were still on the snow-covered trees. The only sound was Lydia's scream, blood-curling and high as she collapsed onto the ice, sobbing.

The shadows of the trees seemed to curl, to dance under his command. The wind picked up, harsh and cold, pulling on their clothes as nature tried to fight Stiles. A stream was supposed to only go one way, but not this one. Not with Alicia in it. Stiles spread his fingers out, arms outstretched at his side as he pulled them forward against the strong wind, fighting it like he was pulling the stream himself. He opened his mouth in a snarl, an inhumane sound escaping him.

"Give. Her. Back," Stiles growled out, voice darker and louder than it should be.

The flow of the water beneath the ice changed as the wind died down, snuffed out by Stiles' will. The plate of ice flew off and broke into a thousand pieces as it collided with the ground. The ice-water shot up out of the hole and it seemed to cradle Alicia, placing her in her brother's lap before simply splashing down again, no longer sentient, no longer commanded, no longer needed.

Everyone was staring at him. Danny and Erica had carefully stepped to the very shore of the river, only a few feet behind Lydia, really. Even as Boyd was cradling Alicia close, his eyes were on Stiles. Alicia coughed and curled into her brother. Alive.

Oh, you are more magnificent than even I thought. You are pure chaos, kit. You defy nature.

Only, Stiles thought, malice swirling in his mind. Only when nature tries to defy me.

Still, redirecting an entire river and fighting against the will of the forest was a little more than he was used to and now that the deed was done, Stiles felt drained. He was dizzy, spots dancing in his vision. There was something wet and warm running down his chin and when he lifted a hand to wipe it, he realized that his nose was bleeding. He tried to take a step, but collapsed.

"Oh, Stiles," Allison sighed as she caught him, the last thing he heard before losing consciousness.

Author's note: So out of EVERYTHING that hijacked this story, Alicia Boyd was the most unexpected to me :D I just remembered that she would probably still be alive at this point and then I had her meet Stiles and Allison and then I went "okay but what if Stiles saves her with his magic?", because her fate in the show is sooo vague with the "disappeared after the two went skating" and I always took that as either she was kidnapped (and is still alive) or she broke into the ice and was lost forever but the hole in the ice sealed itself again after she broke in. So for this, I went with option B and applied BAMF!Stiles to it as a solution ^-^

NEXT chapter you are actually getting a lot of Steter! But not in the way you might expect ;D