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The soft hum of the fluorescent lights above the bed of Sheriff's Stilinski's hospital bed was drowned out by the voice of Stiles on the phone and the voice of the Sheriff's mother, who berated her son on the phone.

"A broken rib Noah!" She yelled through the computer "I knew I shouldn't have let you go into the academy, you wouldn't be in a hospital bed had you become an astronaut! Diana's son became a doctor, guess how many broken ribs he's had since he started working?"

The Sheriff winced at his mother's berating and chiding, he felt as if he was five all over again, and had used her makeup to draw on the wall. 

"Zero-"

"Zero broken ribs!" She interrupted him "Why even call it bulletproof if it's not bulletproof? I swear, you get new police cars yearly but you can't improve this fucking vest?"

"Mom!" Noah's sister exclaimed.

"Oh, shush missy, your brother's the one who was irresponsible here!"

"No yeah, he's fine, doctor says he'll be released tomorrow afternoon" Stiles' voice sounded deeper as he spoke in his mother tongue "However, he won't be allowed to fly, normally they'd let him, but considering his age and his condition, they think it's best he avoids flying until everything is healed up"

Noah turned to look at his mother again. His mother, Elizabeth, was already a woman of age, she had had Noah when she was just 19 in the 70's, now, at age 58, she was starting to show some signs of age, her blonde hair was starting to go grey, her eyes and mouth developed some wrinkles around them. Yet despite this, she was still active, on her last phonecall with Noah, she had told him how she was now in a group with other women her age too go for walks every morning at the park, in Barcelona. Noah's sister, Helena looked more like their father did in his youth, with brown hair and green eyes; she lived in Mexico, along with her husband and son. She was a bit younger than Noah, yet her son was the same age as Stiles, with her having gotten pregnant in college, while Noah and Claudia had Stiles after he came back from the army. The family had all moved to different places after that, Noah remained in Beacon Hills, while his sister moved with her husband, boyfriend at the time, Gabriel, to his native country. Apparently, that was all his mom needed to leave his father in a nursing home in Beacon city and leave for Barcelona.

"Mom" Noah sighed "Listen Stiles is-"

"I already talked to him while you were unconscious, so don't try to use him to distract me"

Noah turned to look at his son, who winked at him with his typical "I totally did it" smile.

"Grandma, you don't need to come here, it'll be harder for everyone to do so... No grandma, I do want to see you but-..." He sighed "Are you sure?... Okay, I'll tell my dad... No no, he's talking to them, so I can tell them here, don't worry... I love you too grandma, bye"

He hung up, putting his phone in his pocket before turning to his dad, walking towards him to sit next to him, his face appearing on the screen.

"Hi aunt Lena" He smiled.

"Hi Stiles" She returned.

"Stiles is there?" Asked a voice from the distance, Miguel, Stiles' cousin, appearing next to Helena in a second. "Yo!"

"Sup Miguel?" Stiles smiled "How's everything?"

"Can't complain! Hot as always, you?" 

"Well, my dad's in the hospital, so regular programming here"

Noah chuckled at his son and nephew.

"What did Adwiga say?" He asked.

Stiles looked at him.

"Oh yeah right" He snapped his fingers "She says they'll come here instead"

"What?" Noah asked, nearly choking.

"Yeah, she said that they can get tickets sooner to come here, and it'll be cheaper for them to buy than us reschedule." Stiles explained "She told me to tell you" He looked at his grandma and aunt "That if you need to pay extra to change flights she'll pay the difference" 

"Where are we gonna host them?" Asked Noah "There's gonna be-"

"Don't worry about the numbers, daddy-o" Stiles brushed his father off "I'll handle it, a lot of people owe me"

Actually, by a lot of people, he meant the people in the pack, especially the Alpha of the pack, Derek Hale.

"How's the Sheriff?" Asked Lydia, sitting next to Scott.

Both Hale and McCall pack sat in the rebuilt Hale House. The house had been brought back to it's original glory after the Darach, it was a very quick process, thanks to the pack and Derek's money. The house had multiple rooms, originally it was just going to have enough rooms to fit Derek, Erica, Boyd and Isaac; but Deaton advised otherwise, telling them that joining packs would be for the best (Of course, he did so through riddles and poems that Stiles compared to The Riddler). So the House had a lot of rooms, for Derek, Isaac, Erica, Boyd, Scott, Lydia, Allison, Stiles, the Sheriff and Melissa, tho those were mostly empty rooms, and they'd also made a room for Jackson, in case he returned from England. The rooms were also very spacious, Derek thought of making them a normal size first, but Stiles warned him that those rooms would be extremely cramped in five seconds if left with everyone in there, and they'd often have physical contact interactions to strengthen the bonds of the pack; which Stiles had branded "Puppy piles", even if Derek corrected him by telling him those only occurred between pack pups and not adults. Currently, the pack all sat around in the living room, Stiles had been there for a pack night, until he was called by Melissa, who told him the Sheriff had been shot during a standout with a robber. 

"Mom says he'll be fine, but he has three broken ribs, and he was lucky his lung wasn't pierced" Scott sighed "Stiles said he woke up an hour ago."

"Anything else?" Isaac frowned.

"No" Scott declared "Stiles told me he couldn't fly, so they're trying to figure out what to do with the family reunion."

Erica tilted her head.

"That was this month?"

"Yeah, they were supposed to leave in two weeks" Scott spoke, a guilty frown on his face.

Allison and Derek frowned.

"What family reunion?" Allison asked.

"Oh right" Lydia hummed, remembering her friend was new to town. "Every year, Stiles and the Sheriff go away to Europe to visit family, and stay there for an entire week"

"Yeah" Erica chimed in "We were all jealous whenever Stiles came back with a new pin from his trips. Except for the rich kids" She pointed at Lydia.

"I thought the Sheriff was his only family" Allison hummed.

"Only family here" Scott explained "The Sheriff's dad is something we don't talk about, his mom is in Spain and his sister's in Mexico. Then Stiles' maternal family is distributed in Poland, Hungary and France"

"And he's here and not there because..." Allison asked "Like, no offence but I'd prefer any country in Europe over being here"

"The Sheriff didn't want to leave due to his job, and also if he left his retirement wouldn't be as good, so he's staying here until he retires"

Scott's phone suddenly vibrated, he picked it up, frowning as he read something. He sighed in disappointment, standing up, and walking towards the mirror.

"What are you-"

"Stiles Stilinski, Stiles Stilinski, Stiles Stilinski" Scott interrupted Derek, defeat clear in his voice.

Lydia rolled her eyes as the lights flickered, the mirror turning black as a soft breeze opened the windows, and doors. The pack stared, unimpressed, though Erica was highly entertained. From the mirror, a hand emerged, followed by another hand, before Stiles' top half emerged, followed by his legs. He slid out of the mirror in a snake like manner, landing gracefully on the floor, before almost tripping as he went to stand up. He stood up, grinning as everything went back to normal, he looked at Erica.

"So?" He grinned.

"Mhhhh" She pursed her lips "8/10" She declared "The wind was unnecessary, if you use it, make it a storm. And also you almost fell there. But other than that, very cool"

"The wrong Stilinski was shot" Isaac lamented.

"Shut it Boogeyman, go hide under your bed"

"Stiles" Derek growled, rubbing his eyes. "You had to-"

"My dad's been shot, you can't say anything mean for a day" Stiles interrupted him, grinning.

Derek sighed. 

"Any news with your dad?" Allison asked, deciding to do as she was told, and just ignore Stiles' theatrics.

"Not really" Stiles turned to her "He'll be discharged tomorrow, but he needs to be careful, avoid any sort of movement that can cause his ribs to hurt, so he needs to take leave for at least two weeks, to see how everything is. Besides that, he's fine"

"Why don't you heal him?" Lydia questioned.

"It'd be kinda weird if we leave with four broken ribs and the next day, he's all fin and dandy" Stiles reminded her "So sadly, I can't"

"What about your trip?" Scott added.

Stiles looked at him, frowning before remembering.

"Oh yeah right" He turned to look at Derek "Sourwolf~" He sang.

"No"

"Please" Stiles whined, putting his hands together and approaching Derek "Come on, I never ask you for anything"

"Stiles, I don't think having strangers in here is a good idea" Derek stood his ground "The scents could rile up the pack, especially if they stay here for a week."

"How did you-"

"Scott told us" Derek explained "Also, the whole werewolf thing? The thing we don't want people to find out?"

"But Derek, they won't" Stiles swore "I can use spells to make sure they don't see your whole eye flashing thing. And I can also cast spells to erase their scents, or at least weaken them" His charade of mischievous kid playing innocent faded away "Please, I really want to see them again. We can rent a lake house, but I don't know if they'll take our reservation this late. Please?"

Derek stared into Stiles' Bambi eyes, it was a weird thing all the time, he'd see his brown eyes wide and teary and he'd immediately break, just like when he told him Jennifer was the Darach. He tried to fight it, but in the end, Stiles won him over. He sighed.

"What do you have planned in terms of room arrangements?"

Stiles smiled softly, Derek ignored the snickering of Erica.

"Well" Stiles began speaking "There's gonna be twenty-three people" Stiles hummed.

"Are condoms not a thing in there?" Erica asked.

"Box dye clearly isn't, considering your roots are showing" Stiles retorted, causing Erica to grin at him. "Anyways, there's twenty-three people counting me and my dad. I was thinking the couples, can all stay in our rooms, as in mine, Jackson's, my dad's, Melissa's, Scott's, Lydia's and Allison's. Then all the cousins can stay in the attic, use some air mattresses to sleep on the floor, all that"

"Isn't the attic your room for spells?"

"Yeah, it's my Mage Cave" Stiles insisted on calling it that, but nobody other than Scott did "But I can just cast a spell to hide them, and put them in your room so nobody gets in them. Considering that's the only room the pack don't go into"

Derek considered Stiles' request. Indeed, having humans in the house week long would be dangerous, the smallest risk would be them discovering their secrets, after all, what if they were attacked by hunters? If some other creatures came to maim them? If anything came to attack them? Gerard and Kate may have been dead, but that didn't mean there were no threats at all, even with Chris on their side. And even without counting the dangers to the humans, their scent could seriously mess with the pack on the long run, that is if Stiles' spell didn't work out. Isaac, Boyd and Erica had only been wolves for a few months, they were able to control most of their abilities, but still, it was a huge risk; not to mention the full moon. He looked at Stiles again, finding him looking up at Derek, it was very obvious he really wanted this, and not in a way that Derek was used to, there was no mischief behind those eyes, just genuine and strong need. Derek knew it wasn't the same, but he understood the need to see his family, back when they were all alive, they'd host reunions to catch up, he always looked forward to those reunions. He closed his eyes, exhaling through his nose. He looked up at his pack.

"Are you three okay with this?"

Stiles visibly relaxed.

"I am" Boyd shrugged "I don't care, as long as I don't have to socialize"

"I wanna get as much info on Batman as I can. So count me in" Erica grinned.

Isaac tilted his head a bit.

"I need to see if whatever you have is genetic or if they dropped you as a baby" Was all he said.

Stiles allowed him to get away with that joke, but only this time. He grinned.

"Thank you!" He exclaimed "Ugh, you're gonna love them all. Especially Lena and Anežka, they're gonna be your favourites" He spoke, pointing at Erica.

Erica grinned, winking at him.

"Okay, now, I'll need to show you who they are" He added "So you can practice their names"

"How hard can they be?" Allison asked.

"Most of my family has Slavic names" Stiles explained "And my uncles and aunt have Old Slavic names, so trust me, they're hard"

"Stiles" Lydia hummed "I can speak Latin, trust me I can-"

"Grzymisława, Dzirżyterg and Budziboj" Stiles said the names as if they were Linda, Carter and Brad. 

Lydia stared at him, her silence was the only way she'd ever admit defeat.

"Draw a family tree for us" Isaac requested.

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With two weeks left for them to prepare everything for Stiles' family, the pack immediately got to fixing up the house for them, hiding all the claw marks in the basement, preparing the bedrooms for all the family members, casting the necessary spells to make sure nobody would spot any sign of the supernatural; spells to hide the wolf's eyes from human sight (Something they tested by flashing their eyes to the Sheriff and Melissa). Stiles focused on teaching them all the titles, names and relationship status of his entire family, both maternal and paternal; Stiles was a few months younger than Miguel, and was the fourth youngest of his mom's side, a few months older than his cousin Lena and a year older than Edyta and Anežka. 

"So, my mom's older sister is..." Stiles quized the pack.

"Grzmisława!" Isaac exclaimed.

"Correct!" Stiles pointed at him "And she's married to..."

"Ambrus" Lydia hummed, uncaring, yet still wanting to win.

"Good!" Stiles grinned, clapping "Ugh, I can't wait for you to meet them!"

"Why are you so excited about it?" Allison asked "I was terrified of you all meeting my family"

"Well my family is not a hunter family that tried to hurt us" Stiles pointed out "But also, I'm just excited because they'll come! Finally we'll just deal with my family and not like... A pack of werehyenas teaming up with meerkats"

Allison shook her head.

"True"

At that, Stiles' phone rang. He bent down as the song "Ça ira" rang.

"Please tell me that's not a ringtone for one of the French ones" Allison groaned, disappointed in Stiles

"Duh, Lena's" Stiles grinned, picking up the phone. "Lena! Quoi de neuf?"

Stiles' poliglot status was not as much of a shock to the pack as they expected, after all they already knew he spoke Polish since they were in the third grade. And also had heard him talk to his family members in French, Russian and Spanish before, though weirdly enough Spanish was his weakest language. Allison and Derek had known Stiles for a little less than a year, so they were surprised when they heard him on the phone speaking in Russian. In fact, Isaac and Boyd were the only monolingual members of the pack, since Erica and Scott both spoke Spanish, Allison spoke French, Lydia spoke Latin and Derek spoke Spanish and some Russian. Stiles left the room to talk to his cousin.

Finally, the day before Stiles family was meant to Land, the pack finished up on the living room, preparing the pool, which Stiles had basically forced them to get for the summers. Derek and Stiles were just finishing up putting away the books Stiles had retrieved (Stolen) from the different magic users that tried to get them ever since word got out among the supernatural of California, that there was a Spark in Beacon Hills. The whole day, Stiles had been a pure ball of energy, running around, jumping; his magic was also out of control, the fireplace had been turned on and off ten times in twenty minutes because of him. 

"Derek Derek! You're the beeeest!" Stiles sang, completely tone deaf as he jumped around Derek.

Derek groaned in annoyance as he finished cleaning up the attic; Stiles would place the air mattresses later, the day his family arrived.

"You are my Alpha and my best frieeeend!"

Scott looked offended. Stiles turned to look at him.

"That's not true Scotty, you know iiiiit! I just don't know what else to siiiiiing!"

"Can someone please shut him up?" Isaac growled "This is worse than the freezer" 

"Stiles" Lydia hummed, smiling softly, though it was clearly the "I will give you a cystoscopy with my Louboutin heel if you don't shut up" sorta soft smile.

"Yeah?" Stiles asked.

"What's your grandma's favorite flower?" She questioned.

"Lilacs" Stiles frowned, before he gasped "Oh my God! I can totally grow lilacs!" He grinned, running out of the room, and into the backyard.

The pack sighed in relief.

"I've never seen him this energetic" Allison sighed, rubbing her forehead.

"Yeah" Scott frowned "He's in scale seven in the Stiles Panic scale. It looks like pure joy, but inside, he's absolutely freaking out"

"He can be worse?" Isaac looked terrified as he asked this.

"One time he reached an eight, and actually ended up throwing Jackson a desk chair" Scott retold.

"So that explains that scar on his head" Vernon hummed.

"Yeah" Lydia chimed in "Hopefully he'll be distracted by the garden"

And distracted he was, as he spent two hours growing not just lilacs, but also hollyhocks, meadow rue, coneflowers, bee balm, goldenrods, milkweed, and so many more plants and bushes that the backyard looked like a meadow. Not that anyone complained, the yard looked beautiful, and Stiles was more relaxed. He had settled down on the floor, feeling the buzz of his spark flow in and out of him as he finished growing the flowers and herbs; he could almost feel the small shift the flowers caused, especially the ones that attracted the butterflies and the bees. He sighed in relaxation, enjoying the soft hum of the wind as everything around him swayed. He could already feel the buzzing of bees approaching, butterflies as well. Stiles bet the scene would look so much better in a music video. Soon enough, he spotted Scott joining him, as well as Boyd, he could also hear Erica and Isaac fighting somewhere Stiles couldn't see. Allison joined the three boys, while Lydia placed a pillow on the floor before sitting down. 

The next morning, Stiles and the Sheriff went off to pick up their family from Beacon City Airport; Stiles had already set up all the air mattresses for his cousins, so everything was pretty much ready. Since there were so many people that needed to be picked up, they ended up just borrowing a van from one of the sheriff's friends. Scott ended up driving the jeep, which Stiles was fine with, considering Scott was always a very slow driver, so he was the least likely to crash it; while Stiles drove the van. The drive between Beacon City and beacon Hills was a total of thirty minutes, the first plane would land at 2:35 p.m, so at 1:30 p.m, the trio drove off to ensure they would be able to get to the airport with enough time to park, especially considering traffic. They ended up making it to the airport at 2:24 p.m; as the main road between Beacon Hills and Beacon City was extremely busy, and there were some streets which had been closed due to repair. So after some good amount of cursing, yelling, and almost running over a pedestrian; they made it to the airport. 

"Have none of you ever met Stiles' family?" Questioned Allison "I mean, Mrs McCall, weren't you classmates?"

"Not with Noah" Melissa corrected "I was classmates with his sister, Helena. Stiles' mom moved to the US when she went to college, so I never met her family" 

"So neither one of you knows them?" Allison frowned.

"Nope" Scott popped his lips "Only by name and pictures"

"So we have no way of knowing for certain if they're... You know..."

"Hunters?" Chris suggested.

Allison nodded.

"I really doubt it" Derek hummed "Hunters are family businesses, if they were hunters, Stiles would've been a hunter"

"I wasn't told about hunters until recently" Allison pointed out.

"Still, honey" Chris chimed in "We hunters have codes, excluding my father and sister, if they were hunters, they wouldn't attack the pack unless we attack first"

"You're not pack" Derek blinked.

"Not the point I'm making here" Chris huffed.

"Why are you so sure they may be hunters?" Lydia questioned her friend.

"Yeah" Erica hummed "Recognized their names in whatever the hunter's version of Facebook is?"

"No!" Allison exclaimed "One, we don't have a version of Facebook and two, I'm just worried. Last time someone showed up out of nowhere, they turned out to be a serial killer. And the time before that my family turned out to be full of murderous lunatics. So I'm just a bit on edge" 

"Well trust me, Alli" Melissa hummed "Nothing will go wrong, Stiles' family has no hunters at all. They're as normal as a family who shares blood with Stiles can be"

Allison nodded.

"Okay" Erica hummed "I'll go out to the pool"

"They'll be here in any minute?" Isaac frowned.

"I know" Erica placed her hands on her hips "But I wanna make an impression on them"

"Or imprint on Borys" Isaac joked, receiving a slap on the side of his head from Erica, who stuck out her tongue as she ran off. "Ow! Derek!"

"Kids, stop fighting" Derek groaned.

Stiles, Scott and the Sheriff made it to the Hale house by 4:06 p.m, with them, came the entirety of Stiles' maternal and paternal family.

"Okay!" Stiles clapped as he guided his family through the house "We'll show you your rooms later, but I want you to meet my friends first"

Lena whistled.

"Jesus, is the guy who owns this house rich?"

"Yeah" Stiles nodded.

"Single?" Asked Anežka.

"Twenty-two"

"A macska rúgja meg" She mumbled.

Guiding his family through the house, he showed them the backyard.

"I helped plant these" He spoke, proudly.

"Oh these are gorgeous" Nana Elizabeth complimented the goldenrods.

"Yoo-hoo" Erica's voice called out from the tanning beds.

Stiles rolled his eyes.

"The girl with blonde hair and dark roots is Erica" He joked, as Erica approached them, grinning.

"It's so good to meet you" She smiled.

"Oh Beth!" Adwiga grinned "She looks just like you when you were young!" She smiled.

Elizabeth chuckled.

"Oh it's like looking in a mirror"

"This is Lydia" Stiles introduced her, as the rest of the pack approached them all. 

"Heard a lot about you" Lena smirked, looking down at Lydia's short dress. "Burberry?"

"Versace?" Lydia retorted.

Lena smiled.

"We'll be great friends"

"What have you done?" Klemens whispered as he looked at Stiles.

He continued to introduce his friends to his family, before reaching someone he knew would be controversial.

"And this is Derek, he's the owner of the house"

Derek stood straight as Stiles' grandparents looked at him. Stiles' grandfather, who genuinely looked like he could be a mob boss, hummed.

"Twenty-two?" He asked.

Derek nodded.

"And you hang out with children?" He frowned.

"Dziadzia" Stiles warned.

"I'm just wondering" He defended himself.

"I hang out with them mostly because of Isaac" Derek spoke, clearly uncomfortable with the attention. "I'm his legal guardian"

Almost like clockwork, Isaac whined.

"Derek! Erica slapped my arm!"

Derek sighed, turning around and flashing his eyes, Stiles was thankful the spell worked.

"Erica! We have visitors, behave!"

Erica huffed, but stopped bothering Isaac.

Stiles turned, smiling as he apologized for the whole thing. As the rest of the day went on, Derek joined Borys, Igor and Aimée, who were the closest in age to him; while the rest of the pack played with Stiles' cousins. Stiles was aware of the looks his dzidzia and his babunia were giving Derek. Naiada, Edyta and Erica were all sunbathing by the pool, Erica's dirty blonde hair differentiating her from the Gajdošová sisters and their almost white blonde hair. Lydia and Allison had been talking with Anežka and Lena, while Stiles was hanging out with Miguel while the adults were all hanging out together.

"So" Miguel grinned "Who's the guy you said was me?" 

Stiles grinned at him as he faced his cousin.

"What?" Miguel feigned ignorance "You can't just tell me you lied about a guy being me after your friend found him in your room"

Stiles rolled his eyes.

"Can't believe I even told you" He shook his head, feeling his spark emanate from him as he used it to make sure the pack wouldn't hear them, simply by believing them unable to hear them speak. "It's Derek" He responded.

Miguel grinned wickedly, the same smile Stiles possessed, as he looked at Derek, who was playing soccer with Stiles' oldest cousins.

"Isn't he too old for you?" He questioned.

Stiles groaned.

"Nothing happened between us!" He swore "He was in my room to talk about Isaac, my friend came in and found us"

"Then why not tell the truth?" 

"I panicked" Stiles explained.

Miguel nodded.

"Besides" Stiles was quick to add "He has the most basic set of morals, he'd never try anything with a minor... Sadly"

Miguel snorted at Stiles.

"What happened to Lydia and Erica?" He smirked.

Stiles looked at him.

"I'm like Jennifer Check, I go both ways. I have two hands"

Miguel rolled his eyes.

"You go both ways yet nobody goes your way"

"You're a horrible person" 

"I know, I got it from you"

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The kitchen was completely full of people for the first time in more than six years, with Adwiga, Elizabeth, Ambrus and Stiles' grandfather cooking; despite Derek offering help, which was declined, by them stating "We're visitors, it's not fair you cook for us all". However, he was at least allowed to help set the table with the other adults, as well as Borys and Aimée, while the others either enjoyed the pool or played american football. Scott, Isaac and Boyd were playing along with Igor, Brice and Lena; while Stiles and Erica swam with Miguel, Klemens, Naiada and Edyta, with Lydia and Anežka sunbathing. It was hard for the wolves to not use their speed or strength, thankfully, Stiles had told them if any of them messed up, he'd turn them into frogs, so the fear was enough to keep them focused on their jobs. So the wolves all played down their strength and speed, all of them behaving as if they were simply athletic humans, and not supernaturally enhanced werewolves. 

"So, Derek" Borys asked "How'd you and Isaac meet?"

Derek hummed, raising an eyebrow in question.

"Like, is he your cousin, a friend, did you tutor him?" He clarified.

"Oh" Derek nodded his head "No no, uhm, I used to tutor his older brother." He explained, going back to setting the table. "He sometimes mentioned Isaac, but I didn't meet him until I took him in"

Borys glanced at Aimeé, who shook his head discreetly.

"And Stiles?" He followed up "Did he come with Isaac or...?"

"I actually met Stiles when he almost broke into my house" Derek explained, feeling almost as if he was being interrogated all over again. "With Scott"

Aimeé chuckled.

"Yeah, he has a tendency to do that" He grinned "One time, he actually broke into a house back in Poland, because the owner had a poodle, and he wanted a dog, so he broke in to try and steal it"

"He was like five too" Elizabeth chimed in from the kitchen.

"I was four and five months old!" Stiles shouted, entering the living room in his swimsuit.

"Still breaking and entering, Mica" The sheriff smiled, before taking in a sharp breath at the glare Stiles sent his way.

"Mica?" Derek frowned.

"It's my nickname" Stiles explained, stopping anyone else from talking "They used it as a short version of my real name, and if anyone says what my real name is, I'm making sure you get bed bugs" He warned, going down the hall to use the bathroom.

Gabriel grinned, looking over at Derek.

"He never said his real name?"

"Scott doesn't even know it" The Sheriff answered for him.

"Ay Dios, solo el chico ese" Gabriel smirked, trying not to laugh.

"Que es muy dificil?" Derek asked, glad to finally get to talk to someone in his mother tongue.

Gabriel looked at him, impressed.

"Mexico?"

"Mi papá era de Argentina" Derek clarified, not knowing why he was so interested in impressing Stiles' family.

Gabriel smirked, before going back to what he was doing; Helena glanced at him momentarily, before she also went on with her routine. Derek noticed the way Adwiga looked at him, Borys and Aimeé; he frowned, before she called for him.

"Oh, Derek, could you be a dear and show me the bathroom?"

"Yeah sure" He hummed, placing the dish on the table.

He walked away with Adwiga, who followed after him as the two went up the stairs; the Hale house was obviously big, after all, it was a pack house, meant for the pack. They reached the second floor, silently walking off towards the bathroom, which was not that far from the stairs, but it was a good three doors down the hall. He stopped in front of the bathroom, opening the door to it.

"here you go ma-"

He was cut off sharply, as Adwiga grabbed him by the neck, and pushed him into the bathroom. He groaned as his face hit the wall; turning around to face her, he found her closing the door, holding a knife as she glared at him.

"Seems like the wolf has become the sheep" She growled, tilting her head.

"How does Stiles share blood with you?" Lydia asked Anežka. "Like, seriously, I'm pretty sure that guy has never even bought clothes with the lights on"

"Whenever he visits we try to gift him our old things" Anežka huffed "But he's just so... him"

"I like his shirts" Edyta defended her cousin.

"Well yes, because you wearing plaid and a cupcake shirt is cute, on him it looks like a bad cosplay of Bella from Twilight" Anežka hummed.

"If she only knew" Erica whispered to herself.

"Oof!" Scott groaned, as Lena knocked him off his feet with a tackle.

Isaac cackled, holding his stomach as he fell to the ground.

"Jesus Lena!" Igor called "Chill!"

"Sorry!" She hummed, holding her hand out for Scott.

Scott took her hand, standing up.

"Damn" Allison spoke "I kinda like her"

Lydia glanced at her, raising an eyebrow.

"Of course you would" Was all she said, before going back to tanning.

"Sorry about her" Klemens called from the pool.

Lena turned to smirk at her brother, however, when she did, she looked concerned. A gust of wind blew around them, the pack felt the sudden shift in the air, as did the remaining teens; all of them perked up, looking towards the woods, emerging from the pool. They stared wearily as the trees shivered, whistling as the leaves were blown off their branches. 

"Get mom" Lena ordered her twin, who quickly did as he asked, rushing towards the house. 

Stiles closed the water tab, shaking his hand slightly as he grabbed the hand towel to dry them off. He leaned over to hang the towel on it's place, turning to look back into his reflection, frowning, as he saw himself paler. He leaned forward, approaching his reflection, before two pure white arms reached out of the mirror, grabbing him by the sides of his head, pulling him to smash his face against the mirror. He yelled out in pain as he was thrown back against the wall, he gasped as he held his bleeding forehead, blood dripping down the front of his face as he glared at the figure emerging from the mirror. He watched as the two arms emerged first, pushing out the hooded figure, which crawled out of the mirror creepily. Whatever it was that was crawling out of the mirror kept it's head down, allowing it's long wet black hair to fall down the front to cover it's face.

"This is not the ring you bitch" Stiles huffed, taking out the cover from the toilet's tank, smashing it on her head.

The creature groaned in pain as it fell to the floor. The creature looked up, glaring at Stiles.

"Mom!" Klemens yelled as he ran into the house.

Marie turned to look at her youngest, a frown on her face.

"What's wrong?" She questioned.

"I don't know" He huffed "Outside"

Marie turned serious, looking at her sister-in-law, who nodded.

"Would you guys like to go to the-"

The sound of glass shattering from the bathroom made them turn to look at the source.

"Stiles!" Noah exclaimed, rushing towards the bathroom.

"What's going on?" Helena asked, worry clear in her voice.

"Klem" Dzirżyterg called "Take, Helena, Gabriel and Elizabeth to the basement. I'll go get Miguel"

"What? Why? What's wrong?" Gabriel asked.

The door to the bathroom flew off it's hinges, as Stiles emerged, fighting a hooded creature; he groaned as he landed, the figure on top.

"T̶̲̓ù̵̻a̵͉̍͘ ̶̨̾͋ŝ̸̠͕c̴̼͐̂ĭ̶̫͈n̴̕ͅt̷̬̃i̵̡͜͝l̵͈̟̍l̴̖̜̍ǎ̷̝̎ ̶̪͈̿̏m̶͈͐ó̵̭͑ͅr̵̖͐͗ỉ̴̦̗ě̵̠̯t̴͉̞͒u̵͎̕ṟ̵̏̒" The creature spoke, as if her mouth was full of viscous mud.

"Spierdalaj huj!" Stiles huffed, as the creature was flung off him by an invisible force, pinning it against the ceiling. 

He rolled over, his bat somehow appearing in his hand as the creature fell, just as Stiles swung his bat up, knocking it out as he hit it's head. Stiles huffed, using his hand to wash away the blood in his face; when his hand left his forehead, his wound had healed.

The pack stared as dozens of hooded figures emerged from the woods, standing in front of them all.

"Erica" Scott called "Take them in-"

"No need" Lena huffed, cracking her neck. "You're not the only ones who can fight"

"What are your intentions with my-"

Adwiga stopped talking suddenly, perking up as she turned to look towards the small window on top of the bathroom. Derek perked up as well, the air suddenly shifting to become heavier, the smell of rotten water and blood filled his nostrils; he frowned, before hearing Stiles' voice downstairs.

"This is not the ring, bitch!" Followed by ceramic shattering.

"Stiles!" He called, pushing Adwiga way, and running off to go downstairs. Adwiga following after him.

A week and a half ago

Derek huffed as he knelt besides Deaton, both of them staring at a dead tree, a strange symbol carved into the wood, oozing a strange black slime of sorts. That had been the fifth time in the week, third time since Stiles had told them about his family visiting. Deaton reached out, his hand touching the slime as he frowned.

"It's the same as the others" He huffed "I can detect the darkness, but not the source"

Derek sighed, annoyed.

"Derek if we just use Stiles-"

"We're not" Derek interrupted his emissary "He's busy with his family, we're not bothering him now"

"Derek we can just ask him to see if he can find were the source is coming from, the rest we can do by ourselves"

"If things go wrong then he'll be in danger and if he gets hurt, they'll have to cancel everything. We're not risking it, this stays out of Stiles' mind until his family leaves"

With a sigh, Deaton nodded, taking out a vial as he placed some of the slime into it.

"Nothing in the north" Erica called, appearing next to Derek.

"Nothing in the west either" Scott huffed.

Boyd and Isaac were the same.

"Allison?"

"Her and her dad are still looking into the symbol, but she hasn't found much yet" Isaac answered.

"Lydia?"

"I haven't asked yet" Erica sighed "But yesterday she said she had found a page with with symbols, so she's hoping to find anything there"

And something was indeed found.

"It's not a symbol, it's a sigil" Lydia explained, showing them the sigil "It was first found near a neighborhood in 1456 in Yorkshire, a month after it was first seen, the neighborhood was infested by a plague, they all died"

"Must've been a coven or a pack" Derek theorized.

"It's a declaration of war" Lydia explained "Judging by the dead trees, I lean more towards witches.

"Of course" Derek huffed.

"And what do we do?" Allison asked.

"We wait" Lydia explained "The deaths all happened a month after the sigil was spotted, every time. 1456, 1567, 1601, 1698, so on and so forth. We still have a month, meaning Stiles' family will be gone by then"

"If they follow the law" Derek pointed out.

"They will" Lydia declared "Witches, as all supernatural beings, have rules to follow. The rule here, apparently, is that a declaration of war has to be given a month before the attack"

Derek nodded his head, sighing.

"Okay" He spoke up "Then we wait, and until then, not a word about this to Stiles. Understood?"

"Yes" Most responded, some simply nodded, all except for Deaton.

"Derek, we have a spark on our hands" He argued "He can make this end like this" He snapped his fingers.

"He's still learning to control it, you said it yourself" Derek fought back "We're keeping this from him."

"He's still learning how to control attacks of large sizes, blasts and things like that"

"Still, it's too dangerous to tell him" Derek growled "Deaton you're my emissary, but I'm the Alpha, and this stays here, understood?"

Deaton held eye contact with Derek for a few minutes, and it seemed like he could actually win; but ultimately, he gave in.

"Fine" He sighed "But I still don't like this"

"Stiles!" Derek yelled, rushing towards the spark.

"I'm fine" Stiles groaned, as Derek quickly grabbed his face, looking for his wound. "This bitch just smashed my head into the mirror." He huffed, pushing the creature with his foot, making it turn around to look up. Revealing a grey face, with black slime spilling out of her head wound and mouth.

"A dark witch" Adwiga spoke from behind them.

Stiles turned to look at his grandmother, confused.

"You know about these?" Noah asked his mother in law.

"YOU know about these?" Adwiga questioned.

The witch growled, hissing and snarling as it was about to awaken; her attempt, however, was stopped by Adwiga, who threw her knife at her, stabbing it into her skull. Stiles turned to look out the window.

"The pack" He huffed, getting away from Derek, as he ran from his family, out the door and towards the pool. "Derek bring her head!" He yelled as he left the room.

Noah stayed behind, looking around his family; none of them looked freaked out about the witch that had just been murdered in front of them, or the fact that Stiles had used magic. In fact, they had been more shocked at Stiles' usage of magic than they were at the witch; he looked around, huffing as Derek ran off after Stiles, the witch's head in hand.

"Okay" He sighed "We're talking about this once we deal with this bullshit" He huffed, before following after his son.

Outside, almost 36 dark witches stood before them, all of them right in front of the woods. Derek handed Stiles the head of the witch, Adwiga's knives still buried into her skull. Stiles grabbed the knife, taking it out, before he threw the witch's head at the group.

"I think that's yours you gingivitis having bitches!" He mocked.

"Stiles!" Derek growled.

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The Gajdoš name was ancient, originating in what now is the Czech Republic many moons ago; the first recorded person who wore the name were a set of twins, Božetech Gajdoš and Luda Gajdošová. Two witches who had been prosecuted and condemned to burn at the stake; however, when they were to be burned, on a sunny day, a sudden storm hit their town, blowing off all the flames and drenching the wood in the stakes. The twins managed to escape he angry mob, who chased them away from the town and even the woods surrounding it. After weeks of walking, the twins settled down in the ruins of a ghost town, having been killed off by the black death; most corpses were buried in unmarked graves, while some had been left outside, left to rot and be eaten by scavengers, now nothing but bones. They took refugee in an abandoned cabin, the deaths so sudden and tragic that it froze the town; hitting it so suddenly, nobody had time to escape. They found clothes, food that had moulded and rotted away in the time. It was no salvation at all for the twins, who were starving, dehydrated, and their garments were no protection at all against the coming winter moons. Suddenly, a figure appeared to them, an ethereal woman, shrouded in black, a veil covered her face, black gloves covered her fingers; a black mist surrounded her, as if she were the black death herself.

She had spoken in a language the two siblings did not recognise nor understand, her voice was grave, sinister, raspy, it was the cold of the night made sound; she stood up once again, and pointed away North. She froze like that, almost like a scarecrow, her right arm raised as it pointed at a hill, a white chateau sat at the very top of the hill. The twins groaned and bemoaned, starving after more than a fortnight, almost a moon, of walking shoeless and wearing their sleepwear, as they had been arrested in the middle of the night. They had been eating the fruits found in the forest, even mushrooms, but that was not enough to satiate the hunger of two people who had been tortured for days; they couldn't move anymore, the only things they could do was twist in pain and agony. The figure seemed to notice their weakness, and knelt down in front of them; her gloved hands reached out, and graced their foreheads. Suddenly, they felt a bit better, as if they had eaten perhaps an apple or two each. They groaned, as they managed to drag themselves up, they blinked rapidly, looking back at the figure, now finding her away from them, still pointing at the chateau. 

It was strange, every time they turned a corner, she'd be at the end of the street, pointing at the chateau, showing them where to go, what road to take, what alley to walk by; it was idiotic of them, following a ghostly figure around, going towards a chateau, but what choice did they have? They were already dying, lengthening the process was nothing for them. They had been starved, tortured, insulted and shunned, they were dead already, this meant nothing for them; all the hope was gone from their eyes. Their feet were stained with dry blood and mud, leaves and rocks stuck to them, every step was a sting of pain running up their spines; Luda's hair was full of sticks and leaves, and their entire bodies were covered in bruises and scratches. They walked up the hill of the chateau, the figure standing right in front of the door to the chateau; it opened, and the figure faded away into a black mist. They stood in front of the door to the chateau, hands held, before they walked in. Inside, the chateau seemed to be frozen, food was on the table, the fire still burning, the insides still warm; the two stared as the flames of the candles and torches burned, lighting up the place, the chandeliers hung from the ceiling. Everything looked recent, which was a stark contrast to how old the dead seemed to be outside the structure.

"Hello!" Božetech called, as the twins looked around themselves. "Is anyone home?"

They passed by a grand staircase, and entered a dining area, with a long table, full of warm food; the hunger had gotten rid of all their logical thinking, so they couldn't stop themselves from gorging, eating all the food on the table. They were starving, so much that they did not even consider the fact that they had entered a chateau in a ghost town, or the fact that they had been guided by a ghostly figure and were now eating the food in someone else's table. They had been warned by their parents many times in their childhood, yet now, here they were, doing all the things they were told not to do. They feasted for hours, before they collapsed in one of the divans, laying down, staring at the fireplace; they may die once the owner returned, but they did not care. What is death if they have experienced starvation, cold, betrayal and torture? Death with a full stomach would be mercy. Their eyes slowly slid shut, Luda laying on Božetech's side, keeping each other warm. When their eyes opened, they found themselves not only alive, but also, still alone, the flames in the fireplace were still there, the wood burning, yet not turning to ashes. They stood up, Luda first, her movement waking her brother up.

"Nobody's home yet?" Božetech spoke up, voice drowsy from the sleep.

Luda stood up, her long hair falling down to her knees as she did so; she looked around the room, tilting her head up, revealing a large scar on her neck. Paintings hung on the walls, multiple men and women, mirrors, artwork; the chateau was beautiful, elegant, and there was something about it that made the chateau look almost ethereal. Like stepping into a different realm rather than building. Božetech followed his sister, fiddling with his own fingers as he followed her through the halls. The two of them walked around the lower level of the chateau, finding it to be completely desolate, yet also, it was in perfect conditions, as if the people who lived in it abandoned it only that very morning, leaving behind gowns and even male garments. When they went up the stairs, they found all the doors shut, all except for a single one. A library, with bookcases that went from the floor to the ceiling, full of books upon books, scrolls among scrolls; a table sat in the middle of the library, a gold goblet sitting on top of it. The same figure that had guided them into the chateau stood behind the table, the light of the candles behind her shining through the veil, showing her sickly thin frame, as if she were just bones and skin. 

"Come" She called, talking in the same tongue that Luda and Božetech understood "Drink from this goblet, and you will never starve again." She promised. "You will never know hunger, cold, dread. Drink from the goblet, and your life will never be the same again"

The two siblings looked at one another, they did not need to even contemplate the choice to make; they were the only surviving members of their families, bastards, they were, their mother a whore and their father unknown, according to their mother, he was a piper, a traveller. Their mother had died a moon prior to their arrest and prosecution; they had no family, no friends, absolutely nothing at all. They were all alone in this world, not accepting the drink meant being back outside, back in the cold, back to starving, back to running away, to fighting off predators and animals. They looked at one another, and Božetech reached forward, taking the goblet; he tilted it in order to drink, catching a glimpse of the black liquid, before drinking it. It tasted like wine. He took a sip, then handed it over to his sister, his lips stained a dark purple almost black. Luda also drank the liquid, frowning, as she was never one to enjoy sweet things. Immediately, as soon as they drank the wine, they felt something within them change; their wounds healed over, the pebbles and sticks that had been stabbed into their feet and arms were ejected out of it, their nails, which had been ripped out, grew back immediately. Luda began to cough, gagging and spitting, as she began to gasp; she grabbed her neck.

"Luda!" Božetech yelled, rushing to grab his sister.

Luda continued to cough violently, spitting out a black goo, before heaving and catching her breath.

"Luda" Božetech called, worried, as he looked at his twin sister.

Luda looked up at him, her eyes worried as she opened her mouth, and for the first time since she was a young child, she spoke.

"Bo"

When the two siblings took in a little girl, almost twenty years after they became witches, they adopted her as a sister, and thus, formed the Gajdoš coven. Two hundred years after the coven was created, the great grandniece of Luda Gajdošova moved towards Poland in her old age, and expanded the reign of the Gajdoš coven, twelve generations after the Sister Coven rose up in Poland, Adwiga Gajdošová was born. She married the second son of the Czajkowski coven, Mścisław Czajkowski, from their marriage, came four children, all of them witches, the oldest was Budziboj Gajdoš, born June 26th 1967, he married a Vila, Larissa of the Solińskie river. After him came Grzmisława Gajdošová, born January 28th 1969, who married the third son of the Novák coven, Ambrus, over in Hungary. Dzirżyterg Gajdoš was born November 13th, 1970, and he married the melusine, Marie Janssens, the daughter of a Dutch an and French woman. Their youngest daughter, Klaudia Gajdošová, was born April 25th, 1972, and married a human, Noah Stilinski, an American man she met after going to the US for a trip. And in 1995, they had their first and only child, Mścisław.

April 8th, 1995

The pained screams of Klaudia filled the air, as she was tended to by midwives, her mother, sister and sister in law; Marie was not allowed in the room, as she was just entering her eighth month of her pregnancy. Noah stood next to his wife, holding her hand as she pushed alongside her contractions; they were in the chateau that had belonged to their family for many generations. Outside of the room, Mścisław, Budziboj and Dzirżyterg waited in the hallway, having brought over chairs to sit in order to wait for her; Ambrus had gone off to one of the bedrooms with Marie in order to look after the young kids, Borys was seven, Aimée was four and Igor was two years old, Brice and Naiada were a few months old only. The two babies were asleep on their cribs, while Igor was sleeping in his small bed, Aimée and Borys were both still up, playing on the floor, with Borys using his magic to make cars float around himself and Aimée, who laughed, clapping his hands as a serpentine tongue flicked out of his mouth. Marie smiled softly, as she softly touched her stomach, Ambrus looked at her.

"Excited?" He asked.

Marie turned to look at him, still smiling.

"I'm excited for the boy, terrified for the girl" She chuckled "When I was born I killed the midwife"

Ambrus snorted.

"Honestly, I'm thankful Klaudia had to quit her magic. Imagined if she still had them during childbirth"

"Oh, Noah's head would've been turned into a chicken" Marie hummed "Either that or the baby would burst out of his abdomen"

"We both know she'd do something bigger" Ambrus joked. "Remember the incident when Grzmisława gave birth" He whispered, as his son was quite literally in the same room as him.

Marie laughed, of course she remembered, it was hard to forget the sight of your brother in law running around with the crotch of his pants on fire. Thankfully, with her and Larisa, the births weren't that bad, of course, with her, her sons did come out with snake like features here and there, and they did bite and scratch the midwives. Larisa, as a Vila, had actually transformed into a swan, laid a single egg, and transformed into a human again; in the following few months, the egg to an unnatural size, after it finished growing, her children hatched. She did envy that part of her anatomy, even if she also could also do the same, if she were giving birth to a girl only.

"I see the head Klaudia!" Adwiga instructed her daughter. "One more push, just one more, you can do it"

Klaudia sobbed, throwing her head onto her pillow, her brown curls sticking to her forehead, shoulders and neck; her brown eyes met Noah's blue eyes, who looked exhausted, yet so joyous. 

"It's okay Dia, it's okay you can do it" He assured her.

She gripped his hand tightly, crying.

"I'll chop your fucking dick off you Dupek!" She yelled, as the final contraction finally hit her.

She screamed, as she gripped Noah's hand incredibly tight, and finally, her baby was out of her, wailing loudly; she fell back on her bed, gasping for air as she slowly saw her mother approach her with her baby, the umbilical cord still attached, as per her own request. She cooed, as the wailing pale skinned and gore covered baby wailed and cried, laying against her naked chest.

"It's a boy" Her mom announced, eyes glassy. 

Klaudia smiled as she was finally given her son, Noah knelt beside her, crying, as he looked down at his son.

"You did it Klaude" He sniffled, kissing his wife's lips.

After they cut the umbilical cord, once it was white, Klaudia allowed the midwives to care for her son, while her sister went out to announce it to their family, of course, after kissing her sister's forehead and congratulating her. Klaudia turned to look at her husband, finding him looking at his hand, which looked swollen, extremely swollen.

"Hey uhm excuse me?" He called out to one of the midwives "Uhh, I think my hand's broken."

While he was getting his hand patched up, Klaudia yelled at him.

"Why didn't you tell me I was gripping so hard?!" She interrogated him, flailing her arms around.

"Well you seemed like you were in more pain baby" Was his only explanation.

After that whole mess was taken care of, Klaudia and Noah managed to hold their baby, who's skin now looked regular; they saw on his head, a very thin layer of light coloured hair. He was asleep, thankfully, having been fed by the midwives with a bottle full of Klaudia's breast milk; they were all fretting over Klaudia, questioning how she was feeling, how she was doing, even giving her food. They had tried to question Noah about his hand, but he brushed them off, and just directed them towards Klaudia and their son. Klaudia's dad, Mścisław, was weeping, as Klaudia introduced him to his grandson, who she had named after him. Mścisław Stilinski. While everyone focused on the couple and the newborn, Marie left the room to go talk to the kids, Borys, Aimée and Igor; Igor was definitely unable to fully comprehend the fact that he had a little cousin now, especially a human one.

"Listen, your cousin is... Different" She explained "You need to be careful with him, he doesn't have magic, he can't know about magic"

"Like Uncle Noah?" Borys questioned, tilting his head.

"Exactly like him" Marie hummed, holding her nephew and son. "Meaning, he's a human, so that means..."

"No magic around him" Aimée spoke, his tongue flicking out, it was a simple phase, he'd grow out of it soon, but for now, they'd just use glamour spells to hide it.

"No mention of magic" Borys nodded, remembering the rules his mom had set for them all. "Hold back when playing with them and protect him"

"Good boys" Marie smiled, hugging them tightly.

"Come on you pieces of shit!" Stiles growled, grinning maniacally as he wielded his baseball bat. "Pull the tampons out of your prehistoric cunts and come at me!"

One of the dark witches mumbled and chanted, a fireball forming on her hands, before she launched it towards him. Stiles swung his bat, eyes shining bright blue, as he hit the fireball as if it were a baseball, launching it right back at the witches.

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Stiles groaned as he was thrown back, falling on his back prior to rolling backwards to look forward, finding the head witch approaching him, floating as she rushed towards him. He could see the pack, and even his family, fighting, which would definitely be a very long conversation once they're done; his hands glowed blue as he lifted a barrier of magic between him and the head witch, causing her to bash herself against it and fall on her back, tumbling before rising. She snarled at him, her teeth oozing black slime that reminded Stiles of a mountain ash wound. Stiles tilted his head, it had only been recent his usage of his spark, a few months, so he was not as fluent with it as he wished, but it'd have to be enough for now. He could see as three avian women screeched and attacked the witches, letting out shrill cries as they picked witches up with their talons and tore them to shreds, not without receiving hexes in return. Two women, with twin snake tails and scaly wings also attacked the witches, stabbing through their chests with their claws, breaking their necks with their tails, and even using the water of the pool to drown them. 

"Your pack and coven will die" The head witch spoke, her voice somehow gnarly and high pitches, spoken in a whisper that stayed in the air.

"Weird way to say come beat the living dead shit out of me" Stiles huffed, before he sprouted roots from the ground, holding the witch down.

The woman snarled and growled, sounding like she had a mouthful of water, as she clawed at the roots, causing them to rot immediately. Whatever magic it had was as rotted as that of the Darach. Stiles immediately summoned the gun his father had gifted him for his birthday, and shot the witch on her hip, just to see what happened. The bullet went through, as if he shot at a rotted pumpkin, but the witch only lost her balance before quickly regaining it, as if she had just been pushed a little by Stiles' bullet. She grinned, showing what was probably once a mouth full of teeth.

"Mortal weapons do not hurt us" She mocked.

Stiles shrugged.

"Tell that to the bitch I killed with a bat" 

The witch roared, blasting Stiles with a ball of fire.

"Zgasić"

The flame immediately vanished into thin air, the heat the only evidence left of it ever being there. Stiles turned to look at his babcia, who smiled as the witch turned to glare and growl at her.

"Gajdošová" She growled out. "My coven killed your predecessor"

"And I'm killing yours now" Adwiga hummed, smiling sweetly, before cutting her finger with the athame she was holding. "May my ancestors bless this blade" She prayed, the blade shining brightly, before Adwiga lunged for the witch.

Stiles joined his babcia, running towards the witch. The witch exploded into a cloud of black smoke, Stiles stopped in his tracks, but his babcia kept running, jumping into the smoke and slashing it with her blade, causing a shrill wail to fill the air as she landed next to Stiles. The witch reappeared now, her sides slashed and cut.

"We need to get you an athame" She told her grandson. "It's perfect to hurt creatures when they evaporate."

Stiles nodded sharply. Eyes shining a bright blue as the witch twisted her body in unnatural ways; he could feel her magic surround the air, definitely confusing them to disorient them. He felt how she wrapped herself around it, before finally, something was heading towards them.  A bubble surrounded the two of them, as an actual tree was rammed against the wall, transforming into dragonflies as it hit the wall of Stiles' shield. The spark groaned, struggling to hold himself up as he tried to think of a counterattack. The attack subsided, and he acted quickly. He groaned, as he sent his shield to hit the witch, managing to push her to the ground, it was definitely not the best attack, but it'd do. He closed his eyes, his voice seeping into the air, unable to be picked up by the wolves, witches or vila; the melusine did turn around momentarily, but quickly went back to their attacks. 

Snakes sprouted from the floor, their rattles shaking and filling the air with hisses, as one of the snakes struck the witch, biting her face; the witch cursed, pulling the snake away from her, only to be struck again. Stiles kept up the attack, as a dark witch, from what he had read, she was already dead, so even if this was causing pain, the only way to fully kill her would be decapitation, and then burning the body as an extra measure; however, the snakes biting her did still instill a pain response in her body. His babcia seemed to know his plan without him needing to tell her, as she quickly approached the dark witch, and stabbed her athame into her head, causing her to go limp. That solution, however, was not long lasting, so he grabbed her by the hair, the snakes finally disappearing as Stiles dropped the spell, falling to his knees to breath, and began using her knife to saw her head off, tugging back and forth and cutting through her veins and bones. She was also tugging the head around, helping in the decapitation process, as she pulled and tore it off once all that held it together to the neck was nothing but skin, flesh and blood vessels.

"Weren't witches super strong?" Stiles questioned, groaning, as he stood up.

"Yes, but this is more entertaining." His babcia shrugged, throwing the decapitated head over her shoulder. "You feel better?"

"Yes" Stiles gasped, nodding. "Who do we need to kill?"

"Just the new head witch" His babcia explained, turning to the battlefield. "There's no way this one didn't have an heiress."

Stiles nodded. Dead witches already laid in the field, after all, the attack was massive, almost forty witches against almost thirty supernatural beings and two hunters; there was no way they would've really managed to sustain completely, the problem, however, was the fact that the decapitation had to happen for them to truly die. Stiles closed his eyes, trying to remember his training with Deaton for the elements, he'd need to control a fire, but grow it to manage to burn all the witches. He pictured it, the dark witches burning, only the dark witches; he though of burnt marshmallows, melted candles, burnt sage. He pictured it, envisioned the fire, and released his magic. Immediately, the air was filled with screams, as the dark witches twisted and turned, their bodies burning as they tried to shut it off, but a witch's water could not extinguish a spark's fire. He smelt the burnt flesh, and felt as one by one they died, the flames vanishing seconds before they hit the ground. Stiles released a soft sigh, as he fell back, being caught by arms that normally wrapped around him only to shield him or tackle him out of the way.

Flowers wilted in Larissa's hand as she transferred their life force into Stiles, sighing as she did so; Noah had finished explaining everything to his mother, sister, nephew and brother-in-law, all of which were completely freaked out over the existence of magic and the attack. Adwiga was helping him, trying to calm the family down as she explained what she could without oversharing, knowing if they were freaking out over this then they'd freak out over the witches civil wars. The rest of the family and the pack had taken care of the bodies, putting them all in a mountain and burning them again. After Stiles burned the witches, the pack and covens had gone to decapitate the corpses, some of which had been already starting to heal up; they put them all in a pile, and cast enough spells to ensure nobody would notice it before burning them, the fire would stay on until they were turned into ashes.

"How is he?" Derek questioned, as Larissa dumped the flowers in the trash.

The vila turned to look at her husband, who used his magic in order to check on his nephew.

"Feeling better, his magic is spreading to the rest of his body, so he'll wake up soon." Budziboj responded, looking up at Derek. "Your pack?"

"We're healed now" Derek nodded. "Chris, Allison and Lydia were healed by Borys and Aimée."

The couple nodded their heads.

"I'm happy to hear that" Larissa smiled. "You know, not a lot of packs have survived a dark coven, let alone one as young as yours."

"We could only do this because we had your help."

"Still" Larissa hummed. "It's quite the achievement."

"I don't get why they attacked now though." Derek gruffed.

"Did you not receive a warning? Normally covens warn their victims to give them time to prepare themselves or join them." Budziboj questioned.

"We did" Derek nodded. "But we started getting them last week, our plan was wait for you to leave and then deal with them."

Larissa frowned.

"Maybe they saw that you had witches, veela and melusines and decided to attack to avoid you attacking them first" Larissa theorized.

"Maybe" Derek sighed, sitting on the couch's armrest, looking at Stiles' sleeping form.

Larissa and Budziboj looked at each other, before looking at Derek.

"I assume you're choosing to wait until he's 21" Budziboj hummed, causing Derek to look at him, his expression unreadable, before he stood up to leave.

Once Stiles finally came to, his paternal family was much calmer about the supernatural. His maternal family had decided to have a talk with Stiles and Noah, knowing they had to make a lot of questions and actually being honest. They had decided to stay in the living room, while everyone else had decided to go to the "pack room" to give them privacy. They had decided to just keep it as adults, meaning Stiles' grandparents, uncles and aunts only, cousins out. 

"Alright, who wants to start?" Dzirżyterg spoke up. 

"I think we should start" Noah spoke up. "I mean, after all we've only been in the supernatural world for about a year or so."

"Fair" Mścisław spoke, gesturing for them to go.

"Okay. So, Klaudia" Noah started. "She was a witch"

"Yes, but she had to resign to her magic once she married you" Adwiga explained. "Witches are very selective when it comes to dating and mating, we only do so with other witches or supernatural beings. If we do so with a human, we must resign to our magic, and that child will be human." She looked at Stiles. "Or at least all except for Stiles are humans."

"How are you two" Grzmisława spoke up. "Involved with the pack?"

"My best friend was bitten by an insane alpha when we were sixteen. We met Derek, and then Derek bit Erica, Isaac and Boyd. The Alpha bit Lydia, waking her Banshee genes. And then my magic sorta just appeared one day. but according to Deaton, our emissary, it was always there, but I never knew how to use it." Stiles explained. "Why didn't you tell us sooner? Couldn't you sense my magic?"

"No" Mścisław hummed. "We used a spell to see if you'd be a witch, but we couldn't detect magic, so we assumed you were purely human. But, a spark isn't necessarily the same as witch magic. So we didn't sense it."

"Like if we tried to look for a snake and didn't see a lizard." Adwiga hummed. "We were looking for the snake, and never thought to look for a lizard. Even if they're both reptiles, they're different species."

"... Is it weird that that somehow made sense?" Noah whispered, facing his son.

"A little bit yeah" Stiles nodded, before looking back at his family. 

"I assume you did not receive training from a witch?" His babcia hummed out, legs crossed.

"No" Stiles shook his head. "My trainer's a druid."

Adwiga sighed.

"Druids are good teachers, but a witch's magic is closer to a spark than a druid's." She nodded. "Our magic comes from within us, even if your spark is vastly different than our magic."

"No Scott" Marie suddenly spoke up. "We're not taking Stiles to Poland to train him."

Stiles frowned, looking at her. His aunt simply smiled.

"A Melusine, remember?" She hummed, rapping her ear. 

"They're listening in?" Noah sighed, already used to a lack of privacy with the supernatural.

"Yeah, we thought of putting spells to stop them, but this seemed more entertaining." Ambrus shrugged, his spirit more liberated than that of his wife.

Stiles nodded, contemplating screaming as loud as he could, but considering his dad was next to him, and that two of his aunts and three of his cousins had a supernatural ear, he decided against it.

"Then what?" He questioned.

"I can help you while we're here, and lend you some books after we leave" Grzmisława explained.

Stiles whined.

"But this is supposed to be a fun two weeks!" He complained, hunching over.

"And it will be, but we'll also train in between." She stood up, straightening out her clothes. "First spell to learn, turning water into vodka."

"I thought it was wine?" Stiles frowned, but still stood up.

"That we can do too"

"You're not teaching my son how to make alcohol." Noah hummed, glaring at his sister-in-law.

"Alright, then how to turn someone into a duck."

"No"

"You're no fun" Grzmisława rolled her eyes. "Then what? How to curse someone to make them unable to get hard?"

"That's a great spell." Dzirżyterg chimed in, supporting his sister. 

"Nothing that can harm someone or lead to illegal activities please." Noah begged his in-laws, already thinking of opening that confiscated weed bag back in the precinct.

"You heard the man, Sława" Budziboj grinned, laying back on the couch. "Nothing that we learned at twelve."

"I don't know when you became so boring." Grzmisława shook her head, before taking her nephew out. "We'll learn later, but it's a secret" She promised, whispering it into his ear.

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Gajdoš family

Mścisław Czajkowski (Yon Gonzáles)

• Birthday: March 30th, 1946
• Age: 65 years old
• Hair Color: Salt and pepper hair
• Skin: Light skin with some freckles here and there
• Eyes: Hazel
• Nationality: Polish
• Species: Witch

Adwiga Gajdošová (Mädchen Amick)

• Birthday: December 1st, 1949
• Age: 62 years old
• Hair: Brown, with streaks of grey
• Skin: Light skin
• Eyes: Blue
• Nationality: Polish
• Species: Witch

Budziboj Gajdoš (Orlando Bloom)

• Birthday: June 26th 1967
• Age: 44 years old
• Hair: Dark brown
• Skin: Light
• Eyes: Hazel
• Nationality: Polish
• Species: Witch

Larisa Solińskie (Rosamund Pike)

• Age: 45 years old
• Hair: White gold hair
• Skin: Fair skin
• Eyes: Blue
• Nationality: Polish
• Species: Vila

Igor Gajdoš (Ross Lynch)

• Birthday: February 28th, 1993
• Age: 18 years old
• Hair: Dirty blonde
• Skin: Fair
• Eyes: Hazel
• Species: Witch

Naiada Gajdošová (Anya Taylor Joy)

• Birthday: January 4th, 1995
• Age:16 years old
• Hair: White gold hair
• Skin: Fair
• Eyes: Blue
• Nationality: Polish
• Species: Vila

Edyta Gajdošová (Elle Fanning)

• Birthday: December 17th, 1996
• Age: 15 years old
• Hair: Blonde
• Skin: Light
• Eyes: Hazel
• Nationality: Polish
• Species: Vila

Ambrus Novák (Logan Lerman)

• Birthday: April 22nd, 1969
• Age: 42 years old
• Hair: Brown
• Skin: Tawny
• Eyes: Blue
• Nationality: Hungarian
• Species: Witch

Grzmisława Gajdošová (Katie McGrath)

• Birthday: January 28th 1969
• Age: 42 years old
• Hair: Black
• Skin: Light
• Eyes: Green
• Nationality: Polish
• Species: Witch

Borys Novák (Brenton Thwaites)

• Birthday: October 6th, 1988
• Age: 23 years old
• Hair: Brown
• Skin: Tawny
• Eyes: Hazel
• Nationality: Hungarian
• Species: Witch

Anežka Nováková (Isabelle Drummond)

• Birthday: August 30th, 1996
• Age: 15 years old
• Hair: Black
• Skin: Light
• Eyes: Hazel
• Nationality: Hungarian
• Species: Witch

Dzirżyterg Gajdoš (James Marsden)

• Birthday: November 13th, 1970
• Age: 41 years old
• Hair: Brown
• Skin: Light
• Eyes: Blue 
• Nationality: Polish
• Species: Witch

Marie Janssens (Victoria Pedretti)

• Birthday: May 5th, 1971
• Age: 40 years old
• Hair: Dirty blonde
• Skin: Light, but tans easily
• Eyes: Honey
• Nationality: French
• Species: Melusine

Aimée Janssens (Aaron Taylor-Johnson)

• Birthday: February 23rd, 1991
• Age: 20 years old
• Hair: Dirty blonde
• Skin: Light (Tans easily)
• Eyes: Blue
• Nationality: French
• Species: Witch

Brice Janssens (Blake Michael)

• Birthday: August 5th, 1994
• Age: 17 years old
• Hair: Dark brown
• Skin: Light, but tans easily
• Eyes: Hazel
• Nationality: French
• Species: Witch

Lena Janssens (Phoebe Tonkin)

• Birthday: May 10th, 1995
• Age: 16 years old
• Hair: Dark brown
• Skin: light
• Eyes: Brown
• Nationality: French
• Species: Melusine

Klemens Janssens (Devon Bostick)

• Birthday: May 10th, 1995
• Age: 16 years old
• Hair: Brown (Dyes it black)
• Skin: Light
• Eyes: Brown
• Nationality: French
• Species: Witch

Stilinski Family

Elias Stilinski 

• Birthday: 1947
• Age: 64 years old
• Hair: White (Brown in youth)
• Skin: Light
• Eyes: Green
• Nationality: Polish
• Species: Human

Elizabeth Cain (Jessica Lange)

• Birthday: June 19th, 1953
• Age: 58 years old
• Hair: Blonde
• Skin: Light
• Eyes: Brown
• Nationality: American
• Species: Human

Klaudia Gajdošová (Rachel Weisz)

• Born: April 25th, 1972
• Deceased (32 years old when deceased in 2004)
• Species: Witch

Noah Stilinski (Linden Ashby)

• Birthday: January 19th, 1971
• Age: 40 years old
• Hair: Blonde
• Skin: Light
• Eyes: Green
• Nationality: American
• Species: Human

Mścisław "Stiles" Stilinski (Dylan O'Brien)

• Birthday: April 8th, 1995
• Age: 16 years old
• Hair: Brown
• Skin: Light with freckles and moles
• Eyes: Hazel
• Nationality: American
• Species: Spark

Helena Stilinski (Carla Gugino)

• Birthday: October 3rd, 1976
• Age: 35 years old
• Hair: Brown
• Skin: Light
• Eyes: Green
• Nationality: American
• Species: Human

Gabriel Velez (Yon Gonzáles)

• Birthday: December 26th, 1975
• Age: 36 years old
• Hair: Black
• Skin: Tan
• Eyes: Brown
• Nationality: Mexican
• Species: Human

Miguel Velez (Xolo Maridueña)

• Birthday: March 10th, 1995
• Age: 16 years old
• Hair: Brown
• Skin: Tawny
• Eyes: Green
• Nationality: Mexican
• Species: Human