Magic Is Kind Of My Shtick
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After his mom died, Stiles started walking in the Preserve. Well, it might have started as running away from the house, insisting to his dad that he could find her, he could find his mom and she was okay, it wasn’t her that they buried. It couldn’t have been her. It had to have been some kind of alternate version of her and the real her was safe, and healthy and happy, and nothing was ever going to happen to the real version of her, she was just lost or kidnapped or something, replaced by a clone or a robot. Because that was easier to believe than believing he’d never see her, touch her, smell her, have her embrace or her gentle smiles ever again. It was easier to pretend.
His dad would always follow, never far behind, but far enough that Stiles could maintain the facade that he was alone. That he was on a mission and he was going to accomplish it. And maybe some of that blind childish hopefulness and imagination helped his dad too. Or maybe it just made it more painful. He’s never been able to ask that question.
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Stiles has a magical book, visits a magical floor in the library and ends up with a magical tattoo. Oh, and he accidentally fed the Nemeton for a few years. Oops.
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- Part 1 of Magic Is Kind Of My Shtick
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Here’s the surprising thing. Finally, a thing that surprises. Derek absolutely does not pop out a ring, he doesn’t start talking. Nope. He takes Stiles’s hips in his big hands and drags him towards him until Derek’s ear is resting on his lower abdomen. And just pauses. Just like that.
“Uh,” Stiles starts, scanning the faces of everyone in the room for some kind of hint. “Stage fright?” he wonders gently, carding his fingers through Derek’s hair. The expressions on the faces in the room vary from confused to amused to really strangely smirky (Erica and Peter!). He’s looking right at Isaac when he tilts his head, listens, and his eyes water. They water! And he leans into Erica’s side, wiping his face on her shoulder.
“Okay, so the gas station lunch I had was questionable, but really, it’s not like everyone in here needs to hear about…”
“A baby,” Derek utters. And Stiles totally misheard that.
“A burrito. The microwave kind. You know, all gross and greasy and…”
“A baby,” Derek responds.
***** This is the Mpreg portion, part three will be the kid fic. *****
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- Part 2 of Magic Is Kind Of My Shtick
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Parts of the prophecy have come true, but what about the rest?
*** This can easily make sense without part 2 but you're going to need to read part 1 for any of it to make sense at all ***
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- Part 3 of Magic Is Kind Of My Shtick