Work Text:
As Stiles cuddles closer to the muscle mountain he lays on, the betas start the movie and it begins with a scene of a dark forest and a howling wolf.
He cant stop his mind from going back to that one night one year ago, when he forced his best friend out with him in the forest, in the middle of the night, to search for a corpse.
Scott got bit, and then lost his inhaler. And yes, him losing his inhaler is more important than getting bit.
Because when they went back to the preserve, looking for that damn little piece of plastic that helped keep Scott alive, they met Derek Hale for the first time.
With his leather jacket, furrowed eyebrows and deep bored voice.
Stiles fell in love as he told them to leave and never come back.
The second time they met, it's because he searches them up, telling them about Scott being a werewolf.
Later, Stiles was told that it was then that Derek realized that he was his mate.
Because he didn't actually search them up for scott, but because of the connection and curiosity he had for Stiles. And as soon as he once again caught a whiff of his scent, he knew.
The snarky, small teenage boy, was destined to be his.
He didn't tell Stiles the first few months, but when he realized that Stiles too felt an attraction to him, Derek decided to come clean.
And since then, they have been inseparable.
He is brought back to the present when he hears a gruff voice ask if he is ok, and he looks up at the man. Seeing his short beard and eyebrows furrowed, he smiles.
“Yeah, I'm fine”, he whispers, trying to not disrupt the puppies watching the movie.
Derek's face relaxes, and he kisses Stiles on the forehead and gathers him closer, before turning back to the movie. Stiles too changes his focus from the Alpha he lays on to the movie, but cuddles closer to his chest, feeling his eyelids getting heavier.
He wakes up as the pile the betas were laying in starts moving and making noise, everyone trying to stand up at the same time. He and Derek silently watches as Malia flashes her eyes at Liam that pushed her, Scott trying to get up at the same time he helps Allison, Isaac having realized and accepted his destiny and lays quiet at the bottom of the pile. Lydia yelling at Mason to get off her, Cora pushing everybody out of her way and Boyd already standing on the side, looking at their antics. Erica tells her boyfriend to help her, but he only watches with a small smile adoring his lips.
“You want to stay here tonight?” Derek whispers in Stiles ear as he lazily draws figures with his finger on his back.
Stiles yawns, and nods.
Without saying anything more, Derek stands up still with his mate in his arms, telling his betas to lock up before they leave, and then walks up the stairs.
Stiles looks back at his puppies over Derek's shoulder, a smile on his lips.
Derek carefully drops him into the big bed, and then begins to undress him with the absolute gentle care only a mate can.
Stiles lets him move his body as he wants, and as Derek drags his boxers down his legs, he can feel himself twitch in interest, but tells his body to stop, not having the energy to do anything.
He watches as Derek quickly undresses himself, and then carefully lays down in the bed, tugging Stiles close to his chest, hugging him with both arms.
Stiles ties their legs together, before another yawn takes over.
“Goodnight”, Derek whispers.
Stiles gives him a lazy kiss on one of his pecks “goodnight sourwolf…” and then he closes his eyes and is out like a light.
He wakes up to snoring and a warm body close to him. Before he is even fully conscious, his lips form a smile and he presses his lips against his mate's forehead, which now lays on his chest, having changed positions through the night.
Said mate huffs and cuddles closer.
Stiles reaches over to the bedside table, gathering up his phone and starts it to check the clock.
40 minutes before class begins.
“Derek…” He whispers “I need to get up”, he strokes his hand up and down his back, slowly waking him up.
Derek slowly opens his eyes, squinting against the light from the sun shining through the big windows that they never cover, and looks up at Stiles. He nods.
Stiles stretches, before sitting up and tossing his legs over the bed's edge.
As he, naked as the day he was born, stands up and walks towards the ensuite, he can feel brown eyes follow his every move.
He deliberately swings his hips a little more.
Being alone in the loft, Isaac and Cora having already left, Stiles sits on the counter while Derek makes them both some breakfast and gives him a glass of water to wash down his adderall with. As the toaster does its job, he walks over in between Stiles legs and gives him a lazy kiss, just their lips touching.
While they eat, Derek reads on his Kindle and Stiles idly scrolls through his instagram feed.
The only sound is their utensils scraping against the porcelain.
He looks forward to this being every morning in a few months, when he is done with school and they can move in together.
At last, Stiles gets his backpack from the floor by the door and gets his worn out sneakers on.
“You sure you don't want me to drive you?” Derek asks, hugging him from behind.
“Yup, gotta’ pick up the pups”, Stiles answers and turns his head over his shoulder to lean up and give Derek a kiss.
Derek hums, “You coming over after school?”
Stiles nods. “Bye, sourwolf”.
“Have a good day, love”.
The drive to school is silent, Scott sitting in the passenger seat of Rascoe and probably texting Allison, if the goofy grin he wears is something to go after, and Liam sits in the back, headphones on and half asleep. Stiles is 19, and for some, everyone maybe, it sounds weird that he still goes to highschool, having just started his senior year. But for him, going with his classmates two year younger than him and looking at people his age already working, everything is normal.
With both his ADHD and his mothers passing, he had to stay back two years, and first it was rough, people gave him side eyes and called him dumb, while the teatchers wondered if he would ever fit in.
But then he found Scott, and his pers realised he was actually pretty funny and except for his sometimes infuriating sarcasm, the teachers started to both accept and like him.
He was smart, and held himself at the top of the class.
“You got everything?”
“Yup!” Liam answers, and obediently checks his bag once again, just to be sure.
“Good, see you at lunch, pup!” Stiles says, gives him a pet on the shoulder and then watches as he scurries away with Mason, down the halls of their high school.
“You are such a mom, Stilinski.” Erica teases, where she stands a few meters behind him and has watched the whole exchange, in company of Allison, Lydia and Scott.
“Oh, shove it”, he snarks back, mock offended, when really, the comment makes something flutter in his stomach.
They all walk together into the first class of the day, Stiles sitting down by Malia that's already sat with her math, working the problems.
The others pile in the back of the classroom.
“Hey, how's it going?” Stiles asks, as he starts to open up his own books.
The brown haired beta doesn't even look up from her own book, just huffs.
Stiles takes that as a sign to keep quiet, and does so as the teacher starts up the lesson for the day.
“Stilinski!” the teacher calls for him.
Stiles looks up from where he was doodling in his book, “Yeah?”
“Can you answer the question?”
“No sir, I cant since I didn't hear the question.” Stiles smiles.
The teacher huffs, and as he asks the math question again, Stiles easily answers the right answer.
A few times during the class, Malia shoves him and as she gets his attention, points to a problem she doesn't understand.
Stiles gladly helps her, and then goes back to his own book.
At lunch, they all gather at their usual table, Stiles sits in between Malia and Liam.
"Where is Isaac?" Stiles asks no one I'm particular.
"He had to stay back, Harris wanted to talk to him about the latest text, I think. He told me to go," Cora says, before taking a bite of her sandwich.
Stiles nods, silently taking a bite of his.
The few moments of quietness are broken by Allison's giggling, and as Stiles looks over he gets a good look of them sharing saliva.
"No! Stop, what the fuck? Not at the table!" He scolds them, and raises his hand to cover Liam's still Innocent eyes.
Allison blushes and Scott hold her close, before taking a big bite of his food.
Lydia scoffs, "As if you and Derek aren't even worse".
Stiles gapes and his eyes widens, before he even gets a word out, sounds start leaving Erica's dark painted lips.
"Ahh, ahhh! Och, derek! Yes, yes oh yes! Ahh ahh!"
Now, Stiles' pale cheeks are rosy.
"I do not sound like that!"
"You kind of do, dude", Scott chuckles.
Boyd grins into his sallad, Malia keeps eating and Mason laughs as Erica rolls her eyes back and moans louder:"OH Derek! Right there! YES"
"LALALALALALALA"Cora yells, holding her hands over her ears and her eyes shut. "I do not want to hear about my big brothers sex life, shut up!!"
"Alright, alright, everyone calm down", Stiles says, and everyone does. Cora hesitantly opens one eye and checks, before uncovering her ears.
Stiles clears his throat, trying to will his blush to calm down while ignoring the others' snickers; “So, how are everyone feeling?” He says, pointedly and looks around at the wolves.
They know what he means.
“I'm good,” Scott says.
Boyd nods along.
“I'm not good. I feel…”Malia starts, but when she can't find the word, a small growl leaves her as she takes a big bite of her second sandwich.
“Agitated?” Lydia supplies.
“Sure.” Malia shrugs, not really caring.
Stiles gives her a small smile, while letting his hand softly scratch her scalp, that he knows she loves. He is well aware that she still has it though with control, after having been feral for almost ten years, but she tries her best, always.
“How about we all go for a run later today? Good to let loose a little, yeah?” He ponders out loud.
“Yes please!” Liam whoops.
“Yeah, I would like that”, Erica says.
“Me and Alli cant, we are going shopping”.
Stiles nods a little sad being the only non werewolf, but moves on, and as he moves to take a bite of his sandwich, he sees Malia eyeing it, he sighs. “I don't think I will be able to finish this, Malia, you want it?”
She eagerly nods, and almost steals it from him, as fast as she takes it.
The conversation flows in-between the teenagers, until the bell rings and they all move to stand up and leave. But just as they do, Isaac comes into the cafeteria.
He gives them anxious looks as he loads his tray up.
“You guys go, I will sit with him”, Stiles reassures his pack mates.
“You sure?” Lydia asks, whilte gathering up her purse on her shoulder.
“Yup, no need for us all to get detention, go!” He chases them away.
They leave, and just a few moments later Isaac sits down in front of him.
“It's ok, you can go too…” He whispers.
Stiles tilts his head, furrows his brows as he realises what headspace Isaac is in.
“Hey no, I want to sit with you, pup.”
Isaac doesn't answer.
“So, Cora told us you had to stay back, everything went fine?” Stiles asks the 17 year old.
“The-... Well the assignment about the second world war… It wasn't, Mr Harrison told me I brought in too much feelings and - and sympathy, so I did not pass… “
“Oh, pup, I'm sorry. But I'm sure you can remake it, yeah?” Stiles reansurances him.
Isaac shakes his head, “He told me it was final. He wont give me a second chance”.
“That sucks, but I'm sure you can work up your grade with other assignments”.
“I guess… I just…”
Stiles waits patiently.
“This is the first time I failed something since I moved in with Derek and I… I'M just… I don't want to disappoint him…”
“Oh Isaac”, Stiles sighs, as he is standing up and moving around the table to sit down beside him before gathering him up close in a side hug, in which Isaac burrows close with his nose in the juncture in between stiles neck and shoulder. “Derek could never, never ever, be dissapointed in you. You have come so far in the last year, and even though he doesn't say it much, he is so proud. He loves you as his own son and will always do. Alright? He is so, so proud of you pup, and I am too. We love you”, He whispers, while pressing his lips against the teenagers' unruly curls.
As he feels quiet tears soak his t-shirt, he is grateful that the cafeteria is empty, that he gets this moment alone with his pup.
After a few moments, Isaac straightens and sniffles as he wipes away his tears. Stiles keeps his arm around him.
“Eat up now, yeah?”
A few hours later, Stiles lets a big yawn take over as he pushes the key into the keyhole, and pushes the door open.
Inside, he carelessly drops his bag on the floor and toes of his shoes, before shuffling inside the apartment, he stops when seeing Derek sitting on the sofa, glasses on his nose bridge and kindle in his hand.
The older man doesn't raise his gaze from the words he's reading, but raises his hand to beckon Stiles closer.
The brunette man does, not wasting a second on sitting down on Dereks lap, and leaning on his muscled chest as he burrows into his neck.
“Hi love, how was your day?” Derek mumbles, nosing in Stiles hair, breathing in his scent.
Stiles sighs, “It was good, nothing special except Coach was sick so no lacrosse. Yay.”
“Mhm… Are you feeling ok?” The alpha asks, sensing his mate's fatigue.
“Yeah, just been a long week with a full moon and all…” Stiles says, stifling a yawn.
Derek grunts, “You want to take a nap before dinner?”
Stiles sighs, fighting the urge to say yes, “No,” comes out of his mouth, “I told the pups we would go for a run in the preserve”, he says as he leans back and looks at his Alpha, “If that is fine?”
Derek nods, “Now?”
“Yeah, I believe they are waiting for us, since neither Cora or Isaac is here, right?”
“Yeah you are right”, Derek states.
Stiles sits down by a big oak tree, watching his pack tumble around in their wolf forms.
He can feel something settle inside his chest, even though he is 100% human and has no real bond to the group of werewolves, they have become his family during the last year and he loves them all with his whole heart.
He is startled out of his thoughts when Liam tumbles into him, making Stiles fall onto his back. The small gray wolf looks at him, and when Stiles gives him a smile trying to convey that everything is ok.
The beta gives a big lick along his cheek, before going back and jumping at Scott.
He guesses that it's been around half an hour when Derek comes over. Panting and his black fur full with moss and grass.
He flops down by his mate, said mate that scratches him behind his ears and lets him lay his big head in his lap.
Another half an hour goes by as the pair sits and watches their family, before everyone feels done and satisfied, and soon the woods is full of naked teenagers trying to keep their balance as they put on their clothes.
“Are you staying for dinner?” Derek asks, where he stands before Stiles in only sweatpants.
The 19 year old shakes his head “Cant, needs to go home to dad. Every second day rule, you know”, he says a little downcast. Referring to the rule his father established after he realized him giving stiles the trust to stay over at Derek = Stiles staying over every night. So now, he only got to stay one night with Derek, before he had to sleep at home one night. It worked, and Stiles understood why his father made the rule and both followed and respected it.
“Yeah…” Derek says, pulling him close and giving him a kiss.
“Euw”, is heard through the clearing, they break apart and see Liam making a face.
Scott nods and Erica does too, while Isaac has a blush spreading up his face.
“You drive safely, ok?” Derek whispers.
“Always,” Stiles says back.
“Call me if it's anything, anytime”.
“Yes yes, love you”,Stiles says as he gives his mate one last kiss before turning to the teenagers and saying goodbye too, before leaving.
His old jeep starts with a roar, and before long he is driving home.
He sees a black car drive up beside him, and before he has a chance to slow down to make it easier for them to drive by, his jeep is pushed to the side and he has to fight to keep it from driving down the ditch.
He looks to the other car, but the windows are tinted.
Another push, and his jeep doesn't have the strength to keep up, he sees a tree come closer before everything blackens.
He comes through to a bucket of ice cold water being dropped over him. He gasps for breath and tries to move his hands and arms to cover his icy body, but realizes that they are tied to the ceiling, so tight his toes nearly don't touch the floor.
“The boy running with wolves…” Someone says, making the teenager look up. He sees three men standing before him, all at least twice the size of him.
“What do you want?” Stiles asks, giving them all a glare.
“Straight to it?” The man in the middle chuckles, his blond hair is up in a manbun, “We want to kill you in front of alpha Derek hale, and then kill his whole pack while he watches, to make him suffer ''.
“Why?” Stiles can't stop himself from asking.
“Why?!” The man laughs “Because that bastard killed our family”.
“Who?”
“Kate and Gerard Argent, the finest hunters of our time.”
“Those two psyictoic murderers? Fuck man”.
“You don't speak about them like that, they fought tooth and nail to put down those mutts' '.
“You know.. Kate became one of those mutts herself by the end?”
“Liar.”
Stiles laughs, “I wish, she was so fucking ugly, half cinemera.”
He answered with a punch to his stomach that would make him fall over if he now could.
A few minutes later, he is sore all over but is saved by someone screaming “Bossman!”.
They leave him alone and Stiles takes a few deep breaths, feeling his rips tweak. He starts to shiver, the cold seeping through his t-shirt into his bones. The cold cement floor doesn't make anything better. His shoulders ache from the position, and he already feels tired.
He doesn't know how long, but a time later the blond man comes down again.
“What is your plan? You know, he is on his way and when he gets here… It won't be pretty. Taking a born werewolves mate.. Not a nice move”, he stamers out.
“Mate…?!”
“Oh shit… '' Stiles giggles, “You didn't know? I'm his, and you don't take what's his.
And don't even get me started on my pups.. Man, you are a dead man walking…” He smiles.
And just then, screams are heard from e above “They are here!!”
“Fuck…” The blond man mutters, then he grabs Stiles and with fumbling fingers he unties him from the ceiling, and if not for the man's iron grip on the teen, Stiles knows he would fall headfirst into the cement floor.
The man ties his hands behind his back, before giving a swift punch to his neck that leaves Stiles gasping for a breath.
“Behave”, is whispered in his ear, before he is pushed forward.
Stiles has a hard time focusing, but soon they are standing in front of the house and he can feel the man behind him, and the cold blade of a knife against his throat.
“Derek Hale! Look what I've got!” The man yells,which makes stiles look up. He sees his pups and mate just a few meters before him, growling with colored eyes.
Derek gives a loud roar when he sees the state his beloved life partner is in, and moves to take a step forward.
“Now now! Let's all calm down…” The boss of the human hunters fakes bravery, pressing the knife a little harder against Stiles' milky skin, making small droplets of blood fall down.
Stiles musters up all his strength, and flashes a smile towards his family. He knows that Derek wont reach him in time, and he tries to convey that to his mate, that it's ok.
He looks over to his pups, sees Scotts wide eyes, Erica almost shaking while waiting for her alphas command to jump forward, Cora stands still and focused and while Derek's eyes never leave Stiles, he can see him thinking, trying to come up with an idea that will save him.
But before anything can happen, a gunshot rings through the woods and suddenly, Stiles falls.
He opens his eyes, breathing in a ragged breath and feeling his head pound and whole body shake.
“Love…” He hears and turns his head where he is met by red eyes.
“Der…” He corax.
“Here-..”Derek whispers, gathering up a cup of water and a straw, pushing it against his lips letting Stiles suck up the cold liquid.
When Stiles is done, he puts back the cup on the tray by Stiles' bed and lets his hand softly fall against the teens cheek. He then leans forward and pushes his nose into the unruly locks, taking a deep breath and feeling Stiles scent him back, dragging his cheek against Dereks.
“Everyone ok?” Stiles asks after a few moments.
Derek nods, before straightening and pressing the red button by Stiles' bed and after just a few minutes nurse Melissa Mcall walks in.
“Hello Stiles, it's so good to see you awake. How do you feel? Any pain?”
“I'm fine, thank you”. Stiles smiles, even though the pain radiates his whole body.
“Great, let me call in the doctor for you, yeah.”
A time later, the doctor comes and goes through all his injuries. Nerve damage from the punch in the neck, which will heal with time but right now makes his nerves work overdrive, making Stiles experience shaking of his whole body and also might have some stammering, since his vocal cords are so tight.
Fatigue and sore muscles after being hung by his hands for so long, close to hypothermia after being so cold for so long, three cracked ribs and a small break in his foot. His neck has a small band aid over the cut, but otherwise will heal fine.
After the doctor leaves, Stiles convinces Derek to get on the bed with him, which he carefully does. Stiles cuddles close, letting Derek take some of his pain.
“Tell me what happend”, he whispers.
And Derek does.
“Well, you left by 17, and by 20 your dad called me asking to speak with you, since he said you didn't answer your own phone. We realized something was wrong, and we soon found racose”, Derek says.
“Is she fine??”
“Yeah, in the mechanics getting patched up but should run fine, or as fine as she can, in a few days”, Derek mutters. He then continues “We started searching, took some time since the scent trail was so faint, I'm sorry it took so long… Isaac and Liam was absoulety devasteded, Liam couldnt stop crying and Isaac got like apatahic… Malia went crazy, she just wanted to go after them and kill them all.. We deicied that the got to stay back, with Lydia. It went ok.
We then found the cabin. My heart stopped when I saw you… Your dad shot the man. And easily arrested everyone else, so no need for any supernatural lies. They will say they kidnapped you since your father is the sheriff.
they are all waiting outside, I dodnt want to overwhelm you now when you are awake.
But the hours you have been sleeping, the pups havent left your side…”
Stiles nods, and makes a small noise in the back of his throat when Derek holds him even tighter, scenting him.
“You can come in, guys”, Stiles says, knowing his pack is waiting outside listening to everything.
It's a tight fit, but soon they are all huddled together and Stiles falls into a fitful sleep.
The day after, he is discharged with the orders to stay in bed and rest. Stiles grumbles when he has to ride in a wheelchair through the hospital, but smiles and blushes when Derek easily takes him in his arms and lifts him up to the loft, into their bed, where soon, all the werewolves gather.
The day after that, Derek helps him get down to the sofa where he knows all the others are watching a movie.
Derek walks behind him with his hands on his elbows, keeping him upright while Stiles stumbles forward.
Stiles jokes and then they are back where they started, with Stiles laying on Derek's chest while their pups quarrels trying to choose a movie.
End