When Stiles emerges from the tree, three months have passed for him, but as he walks back to the pack house, he learns that only three weeks have passed for everyone else. He feels a gentle caress on his cheek from the Nemeton's vines and a gentle caress against his arm from Eris's remaining shadows.
He smiles at them before leaving more centered than when he entered. He also received the remaining shadows that had once covered the town of Beacon Hills. He absorbed them when they returned to him, their rightful master.
"Mischief!!!" Felix shrieks and races over.
Stiles laughs and scoops him up peppering his face with kisses. "Hello little sparkling."
Felix giggles and clings to him tightly.
Little faces begin to peek out the front door as a shout rings out from somewhere within the pack house.
"MISCHIEF IS BACK!!!"
The next moment he is on his back on the ground as he's tackled by his siblings and the betas while Peter and Claudia watch and try to stifle their laughter.
This lasts for a few minutes before another voice speaks up. "I'd like my mate please?"
Stiles shoots up and throws himself–carefully of course–at his mate. They kiss feverishly and well everything else fades to the background.
Everyone gets out of the way as the two mates hurry up to their room and shut the door. They have three weeks to make up for.
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"Did you find what you were looking for?" Isaac asks five hours later, his head on his mate's chest as they lie naked and satiated in bed.
Stiles hums and nuzzles at his mate's temple. "I did."
"In three weeks, I think you have to have learned a lot."
"Months," Stiles mumbles.
Isaac looks up at him confused. "Months?"
Stiles nods. "Yes. For you it was three weeks. For me it was three months."
The curly haired man smirks and it makes Stiles quirk a brow. "What?"
"So, what you're saying is instead of only three weeks of sex to make up for we have three months to make up for?"
Stiles snorts. "I mean we really shouldn't push it. We've been through a lot, and you almost died."
Isaac pushes himself up and straddles his mate eagerly sliding down on the alpha's cock making them both let out a loud moan. "Then remind me–remind yourself–that I'm alive."
They don't leave their room for the next two weeks. Peter makes sure they have food and that they stay hydrated but otherwise doesn't interact with the two mates. They need this time together and he will make sure they get it.
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When they do emerge from their room Stiles makes sure to will his spark to clean things up but no one in the pack can ignore the scent of satiated, content and happy mates. Not that they would want to anyway.
The first Saturday of the next month Stiles, Claudia and Felix go out to the Nemeton where they use their sparks to sweep over the whole territory to cleanse it from the darkness and make it pure once more.
They finish just as the sun is setting and they smile at each other: amethyst eyes meeting emerald eyes and sapphire blue eyes. Felix is exhausted, so Stiles carries him home. He did so well for his first time but he's still a little sparkling and therefore his big brother will make sure he gets home safely.
His mother cups his cheek when they reach the porch. "I am so proud of you, my mischief. For all that you have overcome, for who you've become, and I look forward to seeing all that you will be and do."
He pulls her into a tight hug and sniffles. "I love you Matka."
"I love you too, my sweet boy."
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Five Months Later:
A baby boy is born to Stiles and Isaac at 2 am on a Friday and Stiles is the one to bring him into the world just like he did for Felix. Their son is beautiful with amber eyes like his Tatuś and curly blonde hair like his Daddy.
When he is just a week old Stiles takes his son and his mate out to the Nemeton's clearing. Isaac greets the tree but stays by the edge of the clearing while Stiles moves closer. They had once been afraid that after the betrayer's attack they would lose their son. They almost did but the Nemeton protected their pup. Learning this was overwhelming but they picked the perfect way to honor that.
Stiles feels the pride emanating from the tree and from Eris who is seated on a branch higher up. The spark looks down at his sleeping son and smiles. "I would like you both to meet our son."
Eris scurries further down the trunk but keeps out of sight from Isaac. He knows about her, but she also knows new parents are fiercely protective of their little ones. "He's beautiful," she whispers. "What's his name?"
Stiles smiles a little teary eyed. "Noah." He looks up at the sentient tree. "His name is Noah."
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Stiles stays in the clearing for a little less than an hour before turning to leave. As he goes, he feels a light breeze caress his face as a soft voice echoes that only he can hear. "I am so proud of you, kiddo. I love you."
The spark smiles, his voice soft when he replies. "I love you too, papa."
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Polish Translation:
Tatuś
Daddy
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From the Ashes
FanfictionInsanus Carcerum. That's where Stiles finds himself after Scott's betrayal. He has no one now. At least, it doesn't seem like it. Although...the curly haired boy he rooms with could be someone he can have. This is assuming they make it out alive. F...
