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Title: Special Order – Stiles Summer Stories 2025
TW Disclaimer: All rights reserved to Jeff Davis and MTV. This fanfiction on the other hand is entirely mine. No money is made with this, though reviews are more than welcomed.
Tags: m/m, soulmate AU, Good Alpha Pack, Spark Stiles, fluff, explicit intercourse, anal
Main Pairing: Deucalion/Stiles
Teen Wolf Characters: Mieczysław 'Stiles' Stilinski, Deucalion Blackwood
Writer's Month 2025 Prompt: heart + bookstore
Summary: While in Beacon Hills, Deucalion grows bored so he goes to a local bookstore to order a couple braille books. He is instantly charmed by the enthusiastic clerk, Stiles.
Special Order
Stiles Summer Stories 2025
Of all the many things Deucalion missed being able to see, he particularly mourned that he would never get to see his soul-mark again. His hand reached up under his shirt to gently trace the mark branded into his skin just above his heart, fittingly enough. It was a tree, its branches twisted into the shape of a heart. Between the twisted branches, in the space of the heart, was a wolf's head. Deucalion knew he was the wolf, but he wasn't quite sure how to read his mate being a tree. There were flowers in the tree's branches, pointy little squares.
"I'm going out," Deucalion called into the apartment, straightening his shirt.
He couldn't afford to be reminiscing about the mark he'd never see again. He could feel it, thankfully soul-marks were slightly elevated on the skin. But he remembered looking at it in the mirror whenever he had felt doubtful. Seeing it had given him strength. He would never get to see it on his soulmate either, if he ever found them. All these thoughts, that sense of loss and anger, were coming back to him because he was in the place where he had been blinded. Beacon Hills.
For years, he'd stayed away from this town. But then Kate Argent died here and drew out Gerard for his daughter's funeral. Deucalion had sent Marin to observe. The Hales had returned to Beacon Hills, there were rumors of a True Alpha and Gerard was in town. It sounded like a three for one, for Deucalion. Having a rare True Alpha in his pack would be worth a lot and to have a reminder of his old friend Talia would be nice too. First and foremost, Deucalion wanted his revenge.
All of this though, being back at the place of his trauma, finally being so close to his revenge, it opened up old wounds and his mind kept spinning around his loss. Not just his sight, but also his first pack, taken from him by Gerard. Kali and Ennis, losing their packs in a similar tragedy, the two Pack Alphas set out to be mated and unite their packs, just for Kali's jealous Emissary to kill their packs and try to kill them too. The couple made it out only thanks to the Alpha healing.
Finally, after all these years, Deucalion would have his revenge. Only that, just as the Alpha Pack reached Beacon Hills, the man seemed to have disappeared. Now, Deucalion and his pack were canvasing the town, searching everywhere for the man. He was clever, he knew how to hide. From Derek Hale, he heard what had happened at the warehouse. He also got a declination of his offer to join the pack. Derek was trying to rebuild what had been taken from him. And Deucalion could respect that. At least he knew that Gerard was too heavily injured to get far. It was all a matter of time and Deucalion had been very patient in these past years. This time, he'd get Gerard.
"Welcome to Beacon Quills! Let me know if I can help you with anything."
Deucalion tilted his head intrigued. The little bookstore had a bell chiming over his door, the inside smelling of old books and faintly of tea. But the person behind the counter? Inhaling deeply, Deucalion made his way over toward where the voice had come from, using his cane to navigate the store. It wasn't large, he reached the counter pretty quickly. The person behind it smelt of honey and a stormy night, it reminded him of his favorite memories with his mother. Theia would make them hot milk with honey and they would curl together on the window-sill, a blanket wrapped around them both as they watched the storms at night, the lightning lighting up the sky.
"Hello, dear," Deucalion smiled, more genuinely than expected. "I do believe you can help me."
It took a moment and Deucalion assumed the boy looked up and noticed Deucalion's cane and sunglasses. "Oh. Yeah, I, uh. I'm Stiles, hi. What can I help you with?"
"This town isn't quite… as exciting as I had hoped. I was looking for some books to occupy my time," Deucalion rested a hand on the counter, feeling rough wood beneath his fingers. "You don't happen to have any braille books?"
"Uhm…" Stiles moved around, Deucalion could hear his jackrabbit heartbeat head back. "Hah! Yeah, we actually do have two orders from Mister Buchanan that he never picked up before he passed. But I'm not sure how much you're into Dante's Inferno or Paradise Lost?"
Deucalion tilted his head. "Could be worse, I suppose. It was a… shot in the dark, to see if you had any at all, so I guess I got lucky. It's been a while since I last read Dante's Inferno. I'll take them, for now that'll do. But you'd be able to get me more?"
"Give me a name and I'll track it down for you and have it delivered here."
Stiles sounded cheerful and maybe a little cheeky. Deucalion reached out his hand until it found the boy's. Stiles' heart jumped when Deucalion gently patted his hand. Long fingers, soft skin. Smiling at Stiles, Deucalion gave the boy all the titles he had in mind.
"O—Okay. If you give me your number, I'll call you when your order arrives. They'll probably come in at different times because I'll be ordering them from different places. You want me to call you when they're all here, or one by one?"
"Any time one of them arrives, please," Deucalion gave a smirk. "I'm looking forward to hearing from you. You have a lovely voice."
A beat of silence and the boy's heartbeat jumped. "I, uh… I'm…"
"I'm sorry," Deucalion removed his hand from Stiles'. "It's inappropriate to flirt with you at your place of employment. You're obligated to be polite to your customers."
"You can be inappropriate with me," Stiles blurted out, before he yelped. "I did not mean to say that out loud. I mean, uh, urgh, just shoot me now."
Deucalion laughed, startled by how genuine the sound was. "No need to be embarrassed. But if you are open to some… more appropriate flirting. You do now have my number. Feel free to use it."
Stiles made a very cute little noise and then rang up the two books for him, before putting them in a bag and handing it over to Deucalion. Their hands touched again. Deucalion liked the feeling of the boy's skin on his own. He'd like to feel more of it, to explore it.
"My name is Deucalion, by the way," Deucalion said, just before leaving.
/break\
Deucalion closed his book and tilted his head intrigued when his phone rang the next day, alerting him to an unknown number calling. He smiled when he answered but barely got the 'hello' out.
"You're the Alpha of Alphas!" Stiles squeaked immediately, cutting him off. "You can't just come up to unassuming bookstore clerks all hot and flirty and leave me thinking 'oh boy, that hot older man actually flirted with me! Wow! Finally, something non-supernatural is happening in my life!', just for me to go to the next pack meeting and be sniffed and growled at by everyone!"
The smile on Deucalion's lips turned incredibly fond as he listened to the boy ramble on. He really was adorable. Once Stiles paused to presumably take a breath Deucalion chuckled softly.
"You're part of the Hale Pack," Deucalion hummed intrigued. "In my defense, I didn't know. You weren't there when I met with Derek and Peter."
"Because the overprotective wolves thought it'd be better if the bitten betas and I weren't part of that meeting," Stiles huffed, clearly displeased with his Alpha's call on that. "...You didn't know? So you didn't just… You weren't just nice because I'm part of Derek's pack?"
"I don't make a habit of flirting with every pack member of friends," Deucalion chuckled amused. "I was flirting with you, because your scent and voice intrigue me. Admittedly, you knowing about the supernatural does make things… easier. So, did you call to yell at me, or…?"
"I'm seventeen," Stiles pointed out carefully. "Though I guess you being a born were don't care as much then. I know the wolfly age of consent is sixteen, hence Derek's turned betas."
Deucalion hummed in confirmation. "I'd like to take you out to lunch, when you're free."
There was a beat of silence. "What about your soulmate? I mean… You're… not seventeen…"
"Astute observation, darling," Deucalion chuckled. "I haven't found them so far and at one point, you grow… tired… of searching. I've come to appreciate the sweet things along the way. The better questions is: What about your soulmate?"
"Cultural differences," Stiles chimed. "We firmly believe that, since we're fated to meet our soulmates, we'll meet them when it's time. Not before, or after, but when the time is right. There's no sense in putting your life on hold while waiting, that's not the point of soulmates. Your soulmate will come into your life when you need them and you're… right for each other."
Deucalion tilted his head intrigued. "I like that philosophy. So I'm free to take you out for lunch?"
"My lunch break is tomorrow at twelve. Pick me up at the bookstore?"
A small smile spread over Deucalion's lips at the eagerness in Stiles' voice. "I'll be there, dear."
/break\
Stiles was mesmerizing. His enthusiastic and clever mind made Deucalion want to listen to him for hours and whenever Deucalion would encourage him to elaborate on something, Stiles' scent would sweeten so deliciously. They met three times for lunch that week and one of those, he already got to pick up one of his ordered books. He lingered, after. Spending time with Stiles at the bookstore and listening to the boy talk about it. How he had near totaled his car before the summer and needed the extra money for the repairs so he'd gone looking for a job and he figured that a job at a bookstore could be beneficial to the pack. Apparently, he was somewhat of the pack's researcher.
"Hey, Deuc. I got your latest order in the back, just wait for a mo-"
Before Stiles could run off to the back of the bookstore, Deucalion caught his lover by the waist and pulled him in for a kiss. Stiles melted against him, his hands against Deucalion's chest.
"Hello, love," Deucalion smiled against Stiles' lips.
"Right. Sorry," Stiles laughed sheepishly. "Work-mode."
"Then take a moment to switch to boyfriend-mode?" Deucalion requested.
Stiles' heart jumped at those words. "Boyfriend? Are we… is that what we are?"
"If it's what you want us to be, then yes," Deucalion replied, letting go of Stiles.
Again, Stiles' heart jumped. "Okay! Awesome. Just lemme fetch my boyfriend's order, then!"
Shaking his head fondly, Deucalion leaned against the counter and waited for Stiles' return. When Stiles stepped up to Deucalion and put the books in the wolf's hand, the boy leaned up to peck his lips again. Deucalion wound his free hand around Stiles to pull him in and deepen the kiss.
"Stilinski! Stop making out with your DILF and get back to work, damn it!"
Stiles yelped embarrassed. "Uh. Sorry. On the clock. I'll… see you?"
"Tonight? Dinner?" Deucalion suggested, smelling Stiles' scent sweeten even more.
/break\
Three weeks into his relationship with Stiles, Deucalion kicked his pack out of their temporary apartment so he could have Stiles over for dinner… and more. He didn't want to put any pressure on his boy though, so he simply invited him to dinner. He'd ordered both their favorites from the best restaurant in Beacon Hills, earning a pleased noise from Stiles when the scent hit his nose.
"Your place is nice," Stiles commented while they ate.
"There's something you're not saying," Deucalion observed, reading the tightness in Stiles' voice.
"I just… You got an apartment. You have been here for like four weeks now. Derek was being cagey about telling us why you're here. He said you invited him to join your pack, but since he declined… why are you still here?" Stiles wondered, cutlery scratching the plate like he was fidgeting.
"Ah," Deucalion put his own cutlery aside. "Not necessarily the topic I wanted to discuss with you tonight, I'll admit… There is… some business I have to take care of."
"Cool. Now put words to that," Stiles prompted.
Deucalion heard that the boy had stopped eating, was most likely staring at him intensely. He pursed his lips, charmed by the boy's blunt ways, never backing down. Reaching up, Deucalion took his glasses off and put them onto the table. Stiles' breath hitched a little.
"Eight years ago, Gerard Argent blinded me here, in Beacon Hills," Deucalion spoke softly. "He also killed nearly my entire pack. I… retreated, healed and rebuilt. And then I started hunting. For years, Gerard managed to hide from me. Until he emerged again, for Kate's funeral."
"You're here to kill Gerard," Stiles whispered surprised. "...Oh, you're still here because of me."
"Mh?" Deucalion blinked in confusion. "I'm afraid I can't follow?"
"Uhm," Stiles sounded embarrassed. "Surely you must be wondering why you can't seem to find him? I… uh… I know Derek told you that members of his pack had been captured and tortured by Gerard. I… I was one of them."
"Sweet boy," Deucalion's voice broke as he got up and rounded the table.
He wrapped his arms around Stiles' shoulders, drawing the boy close until Stiles' face was buried in his stomach. Gerard had hurt Stiles. Derek had told him about what Gerard had done but not to whom. Deucalion tensed when he remembered Stiles flinching or wincing at the wrong touches early on. He'd passed it off as nothing, as part of running with wolves.
"I'll make his death even slower then," Deucalion whispered softly.
"That's the thing," Stiles mumbled, voice muffled by Deucalion's stomach, until he twisted his head a little. "I tracked him down, directly after the warehouse. The reason you can't find him is because I put wards up to prevent others from finding him and to prevent him from leaving."
"You put up wards?" Deucalion asked stunned. "How? Why?"
"Uh, I'm magic?" Stiles shrugged against Deucalion. "I just… I'm a vindictive person but I have also never really… committed a murder before? So I figured, as long as he's not going anywhere, I can… consider my options. So far, I've been toying with just telling Peter and letting him take care of it, as the pack's Left Hand, but it… I don't know, it didn't feel right. So I kept waiting."
Deucalion gently cupped Stiles' face and went down to kiss him. "I would very much like to take you to my bedroom now. I want you, I wanted to take you to bed even before this conversation. But there is something… very arousing to you capturing Gerard. An attractive ruthlessness."
"I mean, I haven't managed to deliver the killing blow," Stiles huffed.
"I'd be more than happy to finish the job for you," Deucalion offered flashing his eyes red.
Stiles' heart jumped and his scent turned more spicy at the flash of Alpha eyes. "But Gerard-"
"Is, apparently, not going anywhere," Deucalion took Stiles' hand and kissed it. "We can still take care of him later. Right now… I would like to dedicate my time and attention to you, my love."
"Okay," Stiles' voice squeaked just a little. "Lead the way to your bedroom."
Deucalion laughed at the enthusiasm and gladly led his boy into his bedroom. "Undress for me, love. I can't wait to get my hands on all of you, map out your body and memorize it."
He could hear Stiles stumbled and the rustling of clothes. "Okay. Your turn. Please."
Smiling at his lover's eagerness, Deucalion unbuttoned his shirt, shrugged it off before removing his pants. Stiles' breath hitched and suddenly his heart was racing. It didn't seem entirely like arousal. Frowning, he approached the bed and reached out to run his fingers through Stiles' hair.
"It's okay if you changed your mind, love," Deucalion murmured soothingly. "It's okay-"
"You're my soulmate," Stiles interrupted him, words rushed.
Deucalion froze, unsure what to do with that. Stiles got up from the bed and rested a gentle, careful hand on Deucalion's chest, soft fingers tracing his soul-mark. Stiles laughed wetly, nervously.
"You're blind. You haven't seen my mark," Stiles muttered to himself. "I don't even hide it, because, well – when it's time, my soulmate will find me. Will see it and recognize me. But…"
"But I couldn't see it," Deucalion lifted a hand of his own. "Can you… show me where?"
Stiles took Deucalion's hand and placed it on his throat, the span of skin where a wolf would put a mate-bite. Which was precisely why Deucalion had neither touched nor kissed that spot yet, not even when they were making out. It was too intimate, for a wolf. Deucalion's fingers traced the familiar pattern, knowing the raise of his tree and the wolf.
"You're my wolf," Stiles whispered softly, a hand still on Deucalion's chest.
"You're my tree," Deucalion countered, tilting his head. "I suppose there is a… significant age difference between us. Your youth, reflected in a blossoming tree?"
Stiles snorted at that and shook with laughter. "Deuc, no. That… No."
Growling softly, Deucalion crowded Stiles back onto the bed and came to kneel on top of him. "Oh, do you have a better theory then, my little tree?"
"That petname will absolutely not stick!" Stiles yelped, slapping Deucalion's chest. "And the tree doesn't have blossoms. They're tiny squares. They're sparks. When I said I'm magic? I'm a Spark. The tree symbolizes my Nemeton, the sparks represent me."
Deucalion tensed on top of Stiles, eyes widening. "You are… magnificent."
He crashed their lips together in a heated kiss, his hands roaming his boy's body, taking note of every scar and every mole, committing them all to memory. When their kiss broke, his lips trailed down Stiles' throat and he allowed his tongue to trace the soul-mark. His mark. On his soulmate.
"Perhaps there is something to your approach to soulmates," Deucalion whispered while reaching for the lube. "You kept Gerard hidden, waiting. For me. You came into my life when I needed you."
"And you, for me," Stiles whispered, wrapping his arms around Deucalion's neck. "After the basement, I… I've been struggling with feeling safe. But I do, when I'm with you."
They kissed again, while Deucalion gently eased two fingers into his boy and started opening him up. He drew the sweetest noises from Stiles and he knew he wanted to hear them for the rest of his life, the symphony of his soulmate's pleasure. He was slow and meticulous, determined to have Stiles as loose and relaxed as possible. Only when the needy sounds turned more desperate did Deucalion replace his fingers with his lubed-up cock.
"You feel perfect around me like that, my love," Deucalion moaned as he thrust shallowly.
Stiles keened and whined near the entire time, especially when Deucalion hit his prostate. He sounded so sweet and needy for Deucalion. When he wrapped his fingers around Stiles' cock to jerk him off, Stiles quickly spilled into his hand with a moan. At the sensation of Stiles squeezing down on him, Deucalion also came, deep inside his soulmate. He placed a gentle kiss on Stiles' throat, on the soul-mark, while settling in behind Stiles. They had time for Gerard, right now, Deucalion wanted to float in this feeling of being surrounded by his soulmate.
~*~ The End ~*~