Scisaac Shots

Round Two

By: lunalovespudding3 on Archive of Our Own

Summary:
Prompts: Blood, Horse, Light, Eyes, Cake
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Blood

It was a really good thing Scott was a werewolf and not a vampire. Considering his already worrying fixation on Isaac's neck (those scarves were not a fashion statement), he would be bitten bloody.

He already spent too much time staring at his neck. Maybe it came from his wolfiness - a desire to lay claim.

"Scott?" Stiles said, breaking him out of his daydream. "You're drooling."

"What?" Oops. "Sorry, man. I'm just-"

"Distracted. I know. While you were busy fantasizing about I-don't-want-to-know-what, I called your boyfriend over. We're not gonna get anything done." He patted Scott's shoulder and left.

Horse

It sounded ridiculous, but Scott was Isaac's knight in shining armor.

He didn't have a horse or armor or anything - and Isaac wasn't a damsel in distress - but he had saved him.

Where else could he have gone after Derek kicked him out? Who else would've put up with the nightmares, the terrible screaming nightmares that left him in a cold sweat? No one else would've rushed into his room and held him, whispering that he was safe now.

And yeah, maybe he did fall hopelessly in love with his Alpha, but isn't that what knights are for?

Light

Scott's heart was light. He had no worries beyond the next Chemistry test; he had his pack.

He had Stiles, who was always by his side; Derek, who saw him as an equal now; Allison, who was as much his friend as ever; Lydia, who ran circles around them all.

And then there was Isaac. Isaac, who had stumbled into his life with his long limbs and all his troubles, and completed Scott's world.

Everyone fit together perfectly, seamlessly, as though it had always been them. As though nothing had ever split them, and as though nothing ever could.

Eyes

Although Scott's red eyes were startling, they never scared Isaac.

It felt right, seeing his boyfriend's Alpha eyes. It was more than that, more than the utter belonging of the pack. He was a better Alpha than Derek was, in Isaac's admittedly biased opinion.

Scott's eyes would flash, or he would howl, and Isaac would come running, unable to resist the call of the Alpha - his Alpha.

Some wolves would be intimidated by being an Alpha's mate, worried about them losing control, or being seen as weaker. Isaac knew that Scott would never hurt him. Not on his life.

Cake

“I thought you said you could bake!” Scott shouted as the oven began to burn.

Isaac grabbed an oven mitt and yanked it open, panicking. “I’ve made cookies! I didn’t think this would be too different!”

The cake was a cinder. A drenched cinder, once Scott got the fire extinguisher.

“You could give her Mother’s Day ice cream?” Isaac suggested, putting an arm around Scott, who was staring desolately at Melissa’s failed surprise.

“I guess…” He tossed it in the trash and started getting cleaning supplies for the almost-ruined oven.

“Hey,” said Isaac, “she’ll love it. You know she will.”