A Pixie Searching for her Wings..

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makhon  asked for a full sized version of that Deucalion & Stiles manip, so here it is.Colour version can be found here

“Derek, do it.” Stiles mutters.
“Don’t even think about it. I will slash his throat.”
“Stiles, don’t!” Scott shouts.
“Ah ah, don’t move,” Kali purrs and tightens her grip on Scott.
Derek doesn’t do anything. He doesn’t know what to do. In front of him Deucalion has Stiles, to his left there’s Kali with Scott and, finally, to his right, Ennis with Isaac. Which one? Deucalion asked him for what it feels like an eternity now. The clock is ticking and patience is not a virtue with these alphas. He learned that already; the hard way.
He hears steps behind him, but he doesn’t turn away from the scene.
“No…” Allison whispers.
She’s not alone. Ethan, Aiden and Lydia are with her.
“We’re too late!” Lydia says.
“We have an audience. Good. The final scene, Derek. Which final are you going to choose? The lost beta you adopted, the one you call brother, or this human you love so much?”
“How am I suppose to choose?” He grits between his teeth, barely even looking at them in the eyes. His pack, his family. The only thing that matters right now. And he’s about to lose it. Again.
“Maybe the prettiest one,” Kali says. “Let’s see… I was never a fan of blondes. Maybe you can spare that one. If you beg, maybe Ennis can make it quick?” She laughs, a dark and cold laugh. “I don’t know what you see in the human, but this one…,” she pets Scott’s hair, “I like this one.”
Beside him, Allison points an arrow at Kali. Right after, he hears Stiles choke as Deucalion tightens his grip.
“No! Stop!” Derek shouts.
“Oh, that’s right, I forgot! He’s the one in love with the hunter. Romantic. But so tragic…” Kali mocks. Derek can feel how Allison’s rage boils on the top of her skin as Kali’s claws travel around Scott’s body.
“Maybe three is too much,” Deucalion says. “What if we kill one and then you only have to choose between the remaining two?”
“Derek, I won’t miss the shot. I’ll get her right in the head,” Allison says, despite her emotions, her voice is remarkably steady.
“We can hear you. You know that, right?” Kali asks in a playful tone.
“She thinks this is a game.” Ennis says. Isaac is still unconscious.
Like a new set of soldiers, Ethan and Aiden move to each side of Derek. But it’s all in vain. Arrows, claws. None of it matters when the three people he cares the most will die in a millisecond the instant someone moves. He can’t choose.

Lydia lets out an ear-splitting death wail that startles everyone. Ethan and Aiden use that split second of shock to pounce, catching Ennis off guard and tossing Isaac towards Derek, who catches him instinctively even as he starts towards Stiles and Deucalion.
Allison lets her arrow go, shoots Kali straight through the head. Her claws only succeed in raking halfway across Scott’s throat before she’s dropping to the ground like a stone, blood pooling around her head. Scott stumbles forward, coughing and choking, hand pressed frantically to his throat, but he’s alive and suddenly Deaton is there, dragging Isaac from Derek’s arms and shouting at Lydia to grab Scott and follow him.
Chris Argent appears from the shadows and levels two guns at Deucalion. Allison turns, face blood-spattered, a new arrow already notched and pointed straight at the demon-wolf’s forehead. 
"He’s human," Argent tells him, voice steely. "We have a code."
Deucalion doesn’t move. 
Derek takes a step forward, whole body tense, hyper-aware that Deucalion could end Stiles’s life at any moment, confused as to why he hasn’t already done it.
Suddenly, almost in slow motion, Deucalion slumps forward, claws falling from around Stiles’s throat—and somehow Stiles is tripping forward, pale and shaking and Derek is darting in front of him, crouching and growling and— 
Deucalion continues to fall until he’s lying uselessly on his stomach, three claw marks slashed deep across his back.
"Wha—" Stiles starts to say.
Jackson drops from the ceiling, claws still dripping with venom. His eyebrows are raised in disdain. “You guys are so hopeless without me.”
"Who’s that asshole?" Cora asks, and Derek doesn’t even know when she got here, but she has blood on her hands.
Stiles steps up next to Derek, the fingers clutching at one of Derek’s beltloops the only sign of how shaken he still is. His eyes are trained on Jackson and his stupid smirk. ”How the hell did you—”
"I called him," Morrell says suddenly from the entrance, leather boots squeaking against the bloodied floor as she comes toward them. Ethan and Aiden win the fight against Ennis with a triumphant roar. "I had to maintain the balance."
The sheriff’s voice echoes in from outside: “Where the hell is my son!?”

giantteenwolforgy:

cathyworld:

allhalestilinski:

makhon  asked for a full sized version of that Deucalion & Stiles manip, so here it is.
Colour version can be found here

“Derek, do it.” Stiles mutters.

“Don’t even think about it. I will slash his throat.”

“Stiles, don’t!” Scott shouts.

“Ah ah, don’t move,” Kali purrs and tightens her grip on Scott.

Derek doesn’t do anything. He doesn’t know what to do. In front of him Deucalion has Stiles, to his left there’s Kali with Scott and, finally, to his right, Ennis with Isaac. Which one? Deucalion asked him for what it feels like an eternity now. The clock is ticking and patience is not a virtue with these alphas. He learned that already; the hard way.

He hears steps behind him, but he doesn’t turn away from the scene.

“No…” Allison whispers.

She’s not alone. Ethan, Aiden and Lydia are with her.

“We’re too late!” Lydia says.

“We have an audience. Good. The final scene, Derek. Which final are you going to choose? The lost beta you adopted, the one you call brother, or this human you love so much?”

“How am I suppose to choose?” He grits between his teeth, barely even looking at them in the eyes. His pack, his family. The only thing that matters right now. And he’s about to lose it. Again.

“Maybe the prettiest one,” Kali says. “Let’s see… I was never a fan of blondes. Maybe you can spare that one. If you beg, maybe Ennis can make it quick?” She laughs, a dark and cold laugh. “I don’t know what you see in the human, but this one…,” she pets Scott’s hair, “I like this one.”

Beside him, Allison points an arrow at Kali. Right after, he hears Stiles choke as Deucalion tightens his grip.

“No! Stop!” Derek shouts.

“Oh, that’s right, I forgot! He’s the one in love with the hunter. Romantic. But so tragic…” Kali mocks. Derek can feel how Allison’s rage boils on the top of her skin as Kali’s claws travel around Scott’s body.

“Maybe three is too much,” Deucalion says. “What if we kill one and then you only have to choose between the remaining two?”

“Derek, I won’t miss the shot. I’ll get her right in the head,” Allison says, despite her emotions, her voice is remarkably steady.

“We can hear you. You know that, right?” Kali asks in a playful tone.

“She thinks this is a game.” Ennis says. Isaac is still unconscious.

Like a new set of soldiers, Ethan and Aiden move to each side of Derek. But it’s all in vain. Arrows, claws. None of it matters when the three people he cares the most will die in a millisecond the instant someone moves. He can’t choose.

Lydia lets out an ear-splitting death wail that startles everyone. Ethan and Aiden use that split second of shock to pounce, catching Ennis off guard and tossing Isaac towards Derek, who catches him instinctively even as he starts towards Stiles and Deucalion.

Allison lets her arrow go, shoots Kali straight through the head. Her claws only succeed in raking halfway across Scott’s throat before she’s dropping to the ground like a stone, blood pooling around her head. Scott stumbles forward, coughing and choking, hand pressed frantically to his throat, but he’s alive and suddenly Deaton is there, dragging Isaac from Derek’s arms and shouting at Lydia to grab Scott and follow him.

Chris Argent appears from the shadows and levels two guns at Deucalion. Allison turns, face blood-spattered, a new arrow already notched and pointed straight at the demon-wolf’s forehead. 

"He’s human," Argent tells him, voice steely. "We have a code."

Deucalion doesn’t move. 

Derek takes a step forward, whole body tense, hyper-aware that Deucalion could end Stiles’s life at any moment, confused as to why he hasn’t already done it.

Suddenly, almost in slow motion, Deucalion slumps forward, claws falling from around Stiles’s throat—and somehow Stiles is tripping forward, pale and shaking and Derek is darting in front of him, crouching and growling and— 

Deucalion continues to fall until he’s lying uselessly on his stomach, three claw marks slashed deep across his back.

"Wha—" Stiles starts to say.

Jackson drops from the ceiling, claws still dripping with venom. His eyebrows are raised in disdain. “You guys are so hopeless without me.”

"Who’s that asshole?" Cora asks, and Derek doesn’t even know when she got here, but she has blood on her hands.

Stiles steps up next to Derek, the fingers clutching at one of Derek’s beltloops the only sign of how shaken he still is. His eyes are trained on Jackson and his stupid smirk. ”How the hell did you—”

"I called him," Morrell says suddenly from the entrance, leather boots squeaking against the bloodied floor as she comes toward them. Ethan and Aiden win the fight against Ennis with a triumphant roar. "I had to maintain the balance."

The sheriff’s voice echoes in from outside: “Where the hell is my son!?”

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