Stiles is a Mikaelson(Rewritten)

Chapter 32

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Stiles is a Mikaelson

Stiles's Pov

He smiled warmly at me, his hand finding mine. "I think we've earned a little peace and quiet," he said softly. "Whatever comes next, we'll face it together."

And as we settled into a moment of rare tranquility, I knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, everything would be alright as long as we had each other. We had been given a second chance at life and would make the most of it together.

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Stiles's Pov

The first few months of living as humans again felt like a whirlwind. The world seemed to take on a new vibrancy, every sensation more vivid and immediate than I remembered. The constraints of our vampiric nature no longer bound us, and with each passing day, we adapted to our new reality, finding joy in the simple things.

Damon remained a vampire, a unique dynamic in our new lives. He was my constant anchor, his presence a comforting reminder of our shared past and our future together.

Our mornings began with a rush of activity. Damon had taken on the role of early riser, a habit from his vampire days that proved helpful with our busy household. Our triplets—Cayley, Henry, and Asher—were now walking and babbling their way through the early stages of toddlerhood. They were a handful but also a source of immense joy.

"Good morning, sunshine," Damon greeted me one morning as I stumbled into the kitchen, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. He was already at the stove, cooking breakfast with practiced ease.

"Morning," I mumbled, leaning against the counter. "Is it just me, or do these kids have more energy than a caffeine factory?"

Damon laughed, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "It's not just you. I'm pretty sure they've figured out how to run on pure enthusiasm."

I smiled, watching Damon expertly flip pancakes while Cayley tugged at his leg, demanding his attention. Henry and Asher were playing with their toys, their laughter filling the room.

"Don't let them wear you out," I teased, walking over to give Damon a quick kiss on the cheek. "I'm still getting used to this whole 'human' thing. I might need a nap by noon."

Damon's grin widened. "Sounds like a plan. I'll make sure the kids are well-fed and entertained while you catch up on your beauty sleep."

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As the days turned into weeks, we began to settle into our new routine. The simple pleasures of human life, like feeling the sun's warmth on our skin and enjoying meals without the constant craving for blood, were both thrilling and overwhelming.

I spent my days adjusting to the mundane aspects of being human. I'm preparing for college. It was strange to be back in a classroom, surrounded by people who had no idea about the centuries I had lived or the extraordinary life I had led. It was a refreshing change of pace.

Damon was supportive, but he struggled with his role. Being a vampire while living with a family of newly-human former vampires presented its challenges. One evening, as we sat on the porch watching the sunset, he finally opened up about how he was coping.

"I'm not going to lie. It's a bit weird," Damon admitted, staring out at the horizon. "Watching you guys go through all these human experiences while I'm still... well, not. It's a little disorienting."