We Are All We Are Chapter 1: Bedtime, a teen wolf fanfic

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Title: We Are All We Are – Defining Pack

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Warnings: shounen-ai, mating/mates, explicit intercourse, anal, fluff, h/c, pack!feels, packmom!Stiles, blood, fighting, AU of season 3, death (NO puppies), hetero

Main Pairing: Sterek

Side Pairings: Scott/Allison, Boyd/Erica, Danny/Isaac, Jackson/Lydia, Peter/Chris, John/Melissa, Ennis/Kali, Aiden/Cora, Aiden/Allison & Ethan/Stiles (for jealousy)

Teen Wolf Characters: 'Stiles' Stilinski, Derek Hale, Erica Reyes, Vernon Milton Boyd IV, Isaac Lahey, Danny Mahealani, Lydia Martin, Jackson Whittemore, Scott McCall, Allison Argent, Cora Hale, Malia Hale, Kira Yukimura, Ethan, Aiden, Chris Argent, Peter Hale, Alan Deaton, John Stilinski, Melissa McCall, Rafael McCall, Noshiko Yukimura, Mister Yukimura, Bobby Finstock, Adrian Harris, Maran Morrell, Jennifer Blake, Deucalion, Kali, Ennis

Summary: Post season 2 – the four skipped months. Season 3 needs more pack!feels, not just the 'a member of the pack died'-pack!feels. It'll be a slow-built 'fixing season 3' piece, twisting season 3 to my will. Including packmom!Stiles, Sterek, Jackson, Erica, Boyd, Scallison and no dead packmates.

After everything with Gerard, Stiles wonders where his place in the pack is. Or rather, to which pack he belongs and what is going on in general. New faces and the threat of an Alpha pack are really not helping him there. So now he's stuck – once again – rescuing a bunch of stubborn werewolves while trying to deal with his own feelings, not just romantically but also friendship-wise, because he really needs to help Scott sorting things out.

We Are All We Are

Defining Pack

Prologue: Bedtime

Stiles groaned and popped his neck, stretching slowly. Stiffening a yawn, he rubbed his eyes. Hazel orbs moved to look at the painfully bright desktop of his laptop. The clock seemed to be mocking him with her blinking numbers and Stiles cursed slightly.

"You should go to bed, Stiles. It's getting late", whined a soft voice from behind him.

The human teen should actually be startled, give a yelp and jump in surprise when someone else was suddenly, in the middle of the night, in his room. But sadly, he was not the least bit surprised. What was that saying about him and his very weird life...? Yawning again, Stiles turned around on his chair to stare at the very comfortable looking blonde werewolf sprawled on his bed. Okay, that was at least partly new. What was Scott's new best friend doing at Stiles'? The only people who had so far been sneaking into his bedroom were Scott himself, Derek, better kown as the master creeper, and Lydia on one occasion (that had been so far from every scenario he had ever pictured in his head as possible). But Derek's first pup? That was new.

"Hey, Isaac", frowned Stiles and folded his arms on the backrest of the chair to rest his chin on them. "Shouldn't you be curled together at Derek's feet? Or stalking Scott? Or... anything? As in, anything involving not being sprawled all over my bed like you own it?"

Isaac blushed at that and turned his head to look out the window. Served him right for coming here and ordering Stiles around, feeling embarrassed about it was really the least he could do. Even though leaving would be actually even better, because that way, Stiles could actually go to bed now. Still, the human shut his laptop and got up to walk over to his bed. Stiles stretched once more before collapsing on the bed next to the werewolf. Isaac gave a content rumble – Stiles would call it a purr, but any of the werewolves would glare and growl at him for calling it that – and snuggled up to Stiles, much to the boy's surprise. A reluctant, fond smile slowly spread over his lips after a little while even though he tried to fight it and then without his consent did his hand nestle in the blonde hair. Stupid, betraying body. Isaac though seemed very content with this and wrapped his arms around Stiles' waist to pull him close. Stiles yawned again and cuddled closer to the warm body next to him, resting his head on the other's chest, listening to the purring/rumbling, content with just that and the silence of the bedroom.

He still frowned though. This shouldn't happen. He shouldn't be cuddling with the enemy. Well, enemy may have been a stretch there, but they were certainly not friends either. So why was Isaac in his bed...? Still, he couldn't find it in himself to throw the blonde out, not just because of Isaac's past – Stiles would be the last one to hand out free pity because he knew how disgusting pity could feel – and only mildly because of the adorable puppy look Isaac could pull off, but he mainly was okay with this because he himself needed it at the moment. Like, his body demanded exactly this.

Everything had fallen apart in the last three days.

It had started small, right after Gerard's demise. Everything was torn apart, the pack was torn apart. Derek had Peter and Isaac, with Erica and Boyd still missing. Whatever may now be Jackson's deal, Stiles had no idea. If he was going to stick with Derek, his sire, or if he chose to stick with Scott, who had been defined as the Alpha of Stiles, Jackson, Lydia and Allison by Derek before, Stiles couldn't know. As far as he knew, Jackson may as well be an Omega now.

How should he, really?

What Scott had done had most likely destroyed any trust that had been between Scott and Derek. But it had also scratched on the trust between Scott and Stiles, which had lead to Stiles shying away from his best friend, feeling betrayed and alone. Since Stiles and Scott were a package deal however and since Scott had deliberately worked against Derek and made, once again, 'clear' that Derek wasn't his Alpha, that had Stiles out of the pack too. He had only been the token human that went with Scott anyway. And after that betrayal, why should Derek want either of them around...? For now, Stiles was all alone. Because he wasn't part of Derek's pack and he wasn't feeling like being part of Scott's 'pack' either, if he still had one.

There was the matter of Allison, which made Stiles want to hang out with Scott as much as it made him want to not hang out with the teen wolf. For one, Scott was his bro, his best friend and brother by anything but blood and he knew Scott was hurting over the break up so he wanted to comfort him. But on the other hand, Stiles had been beaten to a bloody pulp by Allison's grandfather, who had also tortured Boyd and Erica after Allison had shot both of them. For now, he wasn't quite Team Allison. He still couldn't help himself but appreciate that Chris had helped bringing Gerard down and had even offered the solution to 'what to do with dead gramps and his black blood?', as they had finally found the half-dead hunter, by offering his house to be burned down with the body inside. Understandable so, after all the loss Chris had endured since moving in there. As far as Stiles knew, Chris and Allison were staying at a small motel for now. Then there were Lydia and Jackson, who certainly were sticking together, but the question was where Jackson's loyalty was laying.

So now Stiles was left all alone, not part of any pack that may exist in Beacon Hills, but still licking his own wounds after what had happened to him and too busy feeling guilty for constantly lying to his father to actually care all that much.

He wanted to dwell some more in that pain and self-pity, but with Isaac curled around him like that, he felt as safe as he hadn't in months and soon drifted off into a peaceful, if not kind of disturbing and confusing, slumber.