Stiles, not a werewolf, has small human teeth. Not much marking to be done with those. Instead, he takes to wearing a nude lipstick. You can't see it on him but you can definitely see it on their neck.
Something about orphan wolves Thiam from two different bad backgrounds calls to me.
Maybe this could be like a wild pack universe. They’re full shifters too. And they’re just two strays.
Liam’s pack and parents were taken out by his bio father or wtv. He was the only survivor and just ran for days.
Theo being caught by and raised in a pack with adults who made all of the pups do terrible things. He still kills his sister and maybe a few others when he’s younger but it was only because he was told he had to prove his worth and… to be honest he was scared to die if he failed.
Theo is obviously older than Liam still, so after his escape he manages much better. He can hunt, hide effectively and protect himself. A pack would be better, of course it would it always would be, but he didn’t have that anymore and it was better that way. He’s a loner for a while and he thinks he might die that way.
That is until he finds another stray.
He finds Liam. Skinny, fatigued and nearly lifeless. When he approaches, only because he knows there’s no danger in doing so, the other wolf barely reacts. He’s shut down. He doesn’t smell sick though. He just looks… sad. Gray-blue eyes stare blink slowly at him with just a hint of fear, but Theo thinks there might be some relief too. It’s almost as if the pup is waiting to die.
But he’s not that way anymore. He has a bloodied history but he’ll never be that way again. Not unless he has to protect himself. And maybe protect this pup if he can get him to survive.
Theo leaves and Liam can’t be sure if he’s happy or sad about that. He’d been lucky to find this place to lay low and waste away in. After his many hunting attempts went awry, he’d gotten too hungry to try anymore. He figures he’d rather die slow and peaceful than at the jaws of other wolves like his pack did. After the other loner leaves, he feels thankful that he didn’t kill him, but he thinks that maybe he could’ve found comfort in at least being with another wolf through his death.
He sleeps for who knows how long. Only minutes after the other wolf had left, he couldn’t bear to keep his eyes open any longer, so he sleeps and hopes that he just stays asleep for good. But a few solid nudges to his head an undefined amount of time later means his hope hasn’t come true just yet.
When he opens his eyes, he’s met with the same black wolf again. Along with the wolf are two limp rabbits set directly next to him. He stares, slowly blinking between the prey in front of him and the wolf standing and staring down expectantly. He makes no moves, not until the black wolf huffs and shoves the bigger of the two rabbits in his direction.
He was… sharing?
Shock makes him stare a bit longer. He stares at the prey even when the other wolf huffs and takes his own meal just a few feet away, body turned away from his own, almost like he was giving him privacy.
He ate his first meal in far too long that evening.
The black wolf makes sure he doesn’t go hungry again.
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Slowly, but surely, Theo has the smaller wolf back on his feet. It’s a bit of an endeavor, and he hunts a lot more than he usually would, even if it meant trekking much further away from the small little territory they’ve both inhabited for the past few weeks due to the thinning of near by prey, but it’s worth it. Because the little wolf comes back to life. He’s still skinny, and he’s weak on his feet still, but he’s alive and no longer on deaths door.
Better than that, he’s no longer alone. And they both seem to like that fact. They’ve yet to really communicate it, he hasn’t shifted back once and he’s not even sure if the pup could or not at his strength yet, but he’s almost positive of it. He thinks maybe he’s found someone to call his pack. And once the small is back in sound shape, maybe they could really truly make one.
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Summer turns to fall and Theo actually starts to worry a little. Not about anything between him and Liam, they’re going strong. They’ve become practically inseparable. Liam hunts with him now, they both wander together and find new places to settle every couple days, and Liam has finally gotten the strength back to shift. It’s been a relief to stretch their human limbs together finally. But winter was on its way and as two wolves, he’s just not sure if they’d be able to hold up.
That worry causes their first ever disagreement. Theo wants a pack. He’s desired one for a long time, one that has power and the ability to protect and feed with no struggle. One that he has no need to fight for a spot in. Liam, on the other hand, seems to detest the idea of approaching a pack full of strangers. He site’s potential danger and violence, states they’d just be better off alone because they didn’t have to worry about trust, but he never gives any reason as to why he’s so against finding a bigger pack.
It ends in Liam running off for a whole night. And though Theo is more skilled in most areas, climbing and running were where Liam excelled. So Liam disappeared and Theo couldn’t track him. He tried, and tried, and kept trying. And thank god he did, because when he finally found a strong scent again, he was surrounded by another pack. Just his small, terrified pup pack mate being circled by four much larger wolves.
Because Liam had wandered onto their territory, he could smell that much. And sure, it was stupid to run into it himself, but he couldn’t leave Liam there, not ever. If they died, at least they died together. Liam was all he had, and he was all Liam had.
So he lunged into the circle, standing over Liam, snapping at the other wolves but never once actually attacking, hoping they’d just run them both out. Because he still was afraid to die, he wanted nothing more than to survive and live a life much better than what he was brought up in, but he couldn’t live on without Liam anymore, he didn’t want to.
The other wolves circle closer and closer, and Theo thinks it really might be their end. He wishes so badly that he’d have just given into living as a pair for as long as they could manage. And right when he thinks the other wolves might finally attack, they’re called off by loud yell.
To their left stands a lanky pale man with moles dotted all over his skin, and next to him, the biggest black wolf he’d seen in his life.
Suddenly, the four wolves look like a bunch of shamed pups. Especially as they’re razed by the man’s words. “Unless they try to kill us, you’re supposed to just run them off or call for help. Bunch of mutts.” Somehow, the insult lands with a lighthearted feeling instead of something that should be enraging.
After some coaxing, the four wolves split so the human and the larger wolf can approach and somehow, they both exude something sort of calming. He and Liam and absolutely still on edge. They’ve both had terrible pasts, but the human and the alpha seem to have no plan to want to scare them off.
Skip forward only a couple hours and suddenly they’re walking into the largest pack territory they’ve both ever seen. Theo knows his was small, but even Liam’s large pack was smaller than this one. Theo is a bit overwhelmed, more nervous than he’d ever been in a while but trying to hold it together cause Liam looked like he could sprint off again, ears flat and tail tucked between his legs, looking smaller than he had in a while.
They’re given a small place to stay and they’re told they’ll be spoken to tomorrow but for now, they could rest and someone will bring them food and blah blah blah.
So, that’s how Theo and Liam get a pack. They’re brought into the fold of the Hale pack.
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Okay that’s it for the big post. I’ve been plagued by this and I just had to write it out.
Thiam strays au who get absorbed by Stiles and Derek and their inability to not take in every good hearted stray kid they find.
Ages are definitely not canon here, Theo is like 18 and Liam is 16. They’re bonded as hell, like Stiles babbled endlessly to Derek about how bonded they are when literal mated pairs have less obvious bonds then them.
Theo becomes an excellent hunter, he tells his past to Stiles (even tho they have kinda a bitey relationship I think they’d actually bond the most, Theo doesn’t have a lot of strong acquaintances outside of Liam and Stiles) and he’s shocked that they let him stay. I think he’d still be a bit outcasted but it’s mostly because he’s actually incredibly quiet and introverted despite his ability to act extroverted.
Liam makes a lot of friends and, though having the ability to be a talented fighter, he remains inside pack territory for the most part. His traumas are too much for him to be entirely effective all the time, but he can lock in. He bonds with Stiles AND Derek, Derek because he can relate to losing a family and Stiles because he treats him like a little brother.
I could make other dynamics with other relevant pack members, but this is it for now!!! If you read all of this, THANK YOU.
So I saw a post at some point showing the current WIPs that people have and those that they have posted. I kind of liked the idea so I thought that I would do the same.
Currently writing and have posted to AO3:
Signal in the sky - Steter (8/?) - Slow build, bad friend Scott McCall, Stiles leaves Beacon Hills, The Hales don't live in BH, Good friend Jackson, Emissary Stiles, The Hales all live, Peter didn't bite Scott,
As Stiles spoke and recounted everything to the vet, Stiles thought it would be harder to tell it, but the words flowed easily as he described everything the best he could, from the letter he had gotten to the pack meeting before coming here. The more Stiles thought about it, the more he was feeling better, the weight was lifting higher off his shoulders as he breathed out freely. It felt like it was a second chance for him, like this had been the signal he had been waiting for in a long time.
I'm growing roots in the idea of you - Sterek (2/?) - Slow build, Emissary Stiles, Single father Derek, Fisherman Derek, Alpha Derek Hale, Derek deserves nice things,
‘’Join the Emissary program they said, it would be fun they said. You’ll get assigned to California they said.’’ Stiles grumbled beneath his breath as he shifted on his feet. His hands were pressed as far and as deep as they could get in the large puffy jacket he was wearing, his eyes moving back and forth as he watches the bag carousal go round and around, bringing bags out to everyone but himself.
Si Vis Pacem, Para Bellum - If you want peace, prepare for war - Sterek (16/?) - Female Stiles Stilinski, Tribal AU, Alpha Derek Hale, Good Peter Hale, Human Stiles, Stiles becomes pack, Warrior Stiles, Bad Scott McCall, Trigger warnings - loss of child,
Fast asleep, the Alpha watched her eyes flicker under their lids with dream. Her mouth twisting down as her skin pulled around three large scars. From just above her left brow to mid cheek, he takes in the old wound, skin raised and jagged like claws.
A war wound.
Scars and stripes - Sterek (10/?) - Single parent Derek, Soldier Stiles, Injured Stiles, Stiles has PTSD, Human AU, Alive Hales, Derek take cares of Stiles, Trigger warnings - Suicide attempt, Slow build
He wished he could say that, he first saw him again at the school reunion he had gone back too, ten years after they had left high school, but in truth...it wasn't, and even so...it wasn't him who noticed him sat there, it was his daughter.
The Tattooed King - Steter (1/?) - King Stiles, King Peter, Human Stiles, Fae Stiles, Magical Stiles, Alpha Peter, Wolf Peter, Slow build, curses, warrior Stiles,
Words whispered of pale skin and dark ink. They spoke of curses and lore, trailing through the night. Words spoke of a mighty king, one who slayed every time. They spoke of a wrath so strong that even his own men were afraid of him. Words spoke of a predator who hunted and captured in every step, of a king that was feared and loved together. Words spoke of a cold tune, echoing through colder hallways of night. They speak of a soul tainted and stained with the dead
Currently writing but have not posted.
Unpredictable - Sterek, - told from Scott's pov, time travel, Scott tries to change everything, blames Stiles for everything that has happened including the bite.
City of Shadows - Peter/Chris/Stiles. - Stiles can see the dead, Dead Laura Hale, Alive Derek,
If there's anything I've learned/ Flowers - Steter, Stiles/Chris briefly - Stiles is pushed out the pack, female Stiles, magic Stiles, Stiles gets the bite, slow build Steter,
It will never be the way it was - Unknown pairing - Stiles is in therapy, Trigger warning - talk of suicide and attempts,
Holding out for a hero - Steter - Stiles leaves Beacon Hills, Good friend Jackson, Bad pack, Bad Sheriff Stilinski, Chris Arget is the hero, Stiles gets attacked, Alpha Peter, Sane Peter Hale,
The Misguided Believer by Kaye_Fraser // 28k // Teen
@kayefraser with accompanying art by @snarkyship-multifandom
It isn’t easy for a human to make it in a wolf's world, especially not for a human trying to earn an unconventional living as a private investigator like Stiles. Sure, the Human Rights Act had been passed twenty years ago, but that didn't lessen the discrimination that still existed against humans.
Stiles is determined though. In an effort to pay rent, he takes on a human murder case that has been buried by the werewolf authorities, only to find himself on the trail of a potential serial killer. Unfortunately, to get anything done around town, he needs the help of one stupidly grumpy wolf by the name of Derek Hale. Granted, meeting the wolf over a dead body hadn’t made the best of first impressions, but Stiles is going to solve his first case and make a name for himself, and if that means winning over Derek to his cause by being his most charming self, then so be it!
Note: This one is going straight on the must-read list. This is one of those fics where I knew I was in for something good as soon as I read the very first paragraph. I found myself putting off reading the final chapter because I didn’t want it to end!
It’s has a setting where werewolves are the ruling class, but has the twist of a Victorian era AU which works as such a great backdrop to all that worldbuilding-y goodness.
(It’s marked as the first part of a series, but works as a standalone piece. I’ve definitely got my fingers crossed that we’ll get to read Stiles’ next case!)
Stiles can't sleep, and if he told enough people that was all it was, maybe he would start to believe it. Still, as tensions were rising about them losing their territory he couldn't bother them with something he didn't even fully understand. Maybe he just needed something fun and easy to help him relax. Like the hot neighbor that he keeps catching staring at him.
Derek can't sleep, and if he cleans his house enough maybe people won't realize how he doesn't care enough to clean up other parts of his life. Still, as he worried about his job and obligations, he couldn't let them down about finding a place they belonged. Maybe he just needed something interesting to keep his mind off of it. Like the clumsy man he can't keep his eyes off of.
This is for @sterek-bingo I used the tags overworked, insomnia, and neighbors. Around 20,000 words.
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Derek threw his keys on the counter and sighed heavily when he heard them clatter to the floor. In the darkness of his apartment with the dull yellow light from the street lamp outside he could see them pathetically on the floor. He decided to leave them as he headed for his bed, it wasn't worth the effort.
He sluggishly took off his uniform. He placed his BHPD badge on his dresser as he yawned. It had been a long day and an even longer and stressful night. He had come in at one on his day off to help out and the next thing he knew he was helping the sheriff track an omega through the woods at one in the morning.
Now two hours later, he was finally able to strip down to his boxers to crawl into bed. He knew he should take a shower, but he was just so tired. The tired that goes right down to your bones.
He laid on his side staring into the darkness.
His cruiser needed a tune up soon. He should have gotten bagels for the morning so the sheriff wouldn't eat the leftover cinnamon rolls in the break room. He needed more coffee grounds soon too.
He turned onto his back and looked at the dark ceiling.
He closed his eyes. He laid in the darkness for several minutes.
He sighed as he whipped the blanket off.
"Tomorrow is going to suck ass." He spoke to the empty room as he swung his legs over the side of his bed.
He padded into the kitchen and turned on the light. He was met with the sight of a mountain of dishes from the previous lasagna night.
A blur of black fur jumped on to the counter.
Derek smiled and reached out to pet it. "Might as well, huh Lucian?"
Both the name and cat came from Cora. She had picked up the cat while traveling and it didn't get along with her beloved dog nor her girlfriend, so it had to go. When she called him to vent about having to bring him to a shelter Derek had immediately volunteered to drive all the way to pick him up.
Lucian meowed loudly in protest as Derek reclaimed his hand to start running the water.
He yawned once again, but knew he wouldn't get any sleep even if he did lay down. He cleaned the dishes as Lucian perched on the breakfast bar with his black tail slowly swishing side to side.
It was a half hour later by the time he had tamed the messy kitchen and only had a few more dishes to do. His shoulders ached and his eyelids drooped, he longed for sleep he knew he wouldn't get anytime soon.
As he let the pans soak, he went around the house collecting dishes.
He had forgotten a plate on the balcony and as he retrieved it, he caught sight of a light on in the apartments across the street. It was a corner apartment like his own, but this one had two windows. One was facing the woods at the back of their buildings, the other faced Derek's balcony and the alley between them. He set the plate down again on the railing as he took in the sight of a man. It looked like a youngish man, late twenties at the oldest, waving his arms around wildly while pacing in front of a desk in the corner of the room that looked out both windows. He was talking so adamantly Derek almost wanted to listen in. He decided against breaking the man's privacy and just watched. The man had a Batman shirt on and what looked to be matching bright yellow booty shorts on.
A small smile found its way to Derek's face.
The man looked to be practically shouting, for a moment Derek was worried he was shouting at someone, but then the man held up a large rubber duck and pointed an accusing finger at it.
Derek let out a full body laugh.
The man threw the duck with a triumphant grin and ran to his desk, which was facing the window Derek was looking in.
It was hard to make out features from across the street, but he could tell the intense concentration as the man tapped his computer keys rapidly.
Suddenly the man tipped his head forward and banged it against his laptop a few times. He leaned his head all the way back with what must've been a long groan.
Derek wanted to bring the man a cup of tea to soothe his frazzled state, and well, if he also wanted to leave a few marks on that long pale bared throat, that was only in his mind. Derek leaned against the railing to settle.
The man finally looked back up at his computer and muttered a few words. He ran his hands through his chestnut hair, making it stick up haphazardly.
Derek wished he could see the man more clearly, be able to see if he had any wrinkles from how expressive he was. See if he looked as rumpled as he seemed. See if those brown eyes looked as enchanting as he felt like they would. If those eyes w-
The eyes that squinted up at him. The eyes that looked directly at Derek.
He quickly stood up nearly knocking the plate over the side, but catching it at the last second.
When he looked back up he could see the man was bright red.
Derek quickly moved to go back inside and fumbled with the door. The stupid latch always stuck so he had to jiggle it for a moment before he could flee into his apartment.
He closed the curtain behind him and let out a breath. His cheeks were hot at being caught.
He quickly shrugged it off and finished the rest of the dishes trying to not think of the man catching him perving.
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Stiles raced down the sidewalk trying not to bump into people. As he turned a sharp corner he banged his elbow which made him jump back and shove his computer bag into a very unhappy man.
"Solwry." He mumbled around the papers he was currently slobbering on.
He stumbled slightly as he looked down to shove them in his bag. He looked up and nearly was squashed by the door opening in front of him.
"Whoa! Sorry." He gave the exiting couple a nervous wave.
He entered the cafe with panting breath and his computer bag snagged then hit the wall with a bang.
Everyone in the cozy coffee shop looked up at him.
"Sorry!" His eyes scanned the crowd. "Sorry I'm late."
His father looked at him with an exasperated fond look. "Ten minutes Stiles. I only have a thirty minute lunch break."
Stiles scoffed as he sat down in the corner booth. "You're the boss. Who's coming up to you like," His voice went stern and low as he frowned. "You were ten minutes late coming back from your lunch." He added a wag of his finger to be dramatic.
The sheriff laughed. "Hale would. He's about as upright and lawful as they come. He wouldn't be insubordinate, but he would point it out to be a shit. Anyway it's about setting an example."
Stiles rolled his eyes. He'd heard many stories about Hale before. He was glad that his dad had someone like that to watch his back, but he put him up on such a pedestal. Stiles was worried that when they finally did the meeting his dad was pushing for so hard, he would introduce the wrong man as son.
"Yeah well, tell Hale to take that stick out of his ass." Stiles said before gulping down the molten sugary drink before him.
Stiles frowned. "Did you not get my text?"
"I did, but if I can't have fries you can't have a triple shot." His father looked smug until he took in his son's appearance. "Jesus kid! When's the last time you slept?"
"Counting the time I closed my eyes in the shower too long and almost lost my balance?"
His father didn't look impressed.
"I know, I know. I've just got this really big project right now. The client doesn't care when it's done, it's just really frustrating work. There are so many things going wrong that aren't easily fixed, and I can't figure them out. All these little problems keep popping up and as soon as I figure them out I think I can go to sleep, but then something goes wrong and I ca-"
"You can't just leave well enough alone. When there's a problem your brain won't let you sleep till you fix it." He had a faint smile. "Your mom was eight months pregnant when we bought your crib. We got home from the store exhausted, so we said we'd put it together in the morning. When your mother woke up I was passed out on your nursery floor surrounded by the shreds of the directions and your crib looked just like the display. You're so much like her, but you got some things from me."
Stiles smiled at him. "I've never heard that story before."
He shrugged. "That was back when I didn't think that moment would be important. Back when I thought we would have so many more the little ones wouldn't count."
He had that wistful sad look in his eyes, but a smile on his face. Stiles was grateful for how far they had come. Neither of them were able to even mention her for so long, to be talking freely in public meant the world to Stiles.
His father reached a hand across the table and he took it. He looked at him concerned. "Stiles, are you happy?"
Stiles plastered on too wide of a smile. "You don't have to worry about me pops."
He shook his head. "I always worry about you. I know you said you're good at this programming job, but I still think you should give that FBI offer another try. It was your dream job! You could consult from here, while still being in on the big cases. You'd use your education and degree. It was perf-"
Stiles put his hands up with an uneasy look. "I know dad. But I am good at the progra-"
His father cut him off just like he had to him. "I know you're good at it. Hell you're smart enough to be an astrophysicist if you damn well pleased. Stiles you're good at a lot. And anything you aren't, you've got enough drive and brains to keep at it till you are the world's leading expert." His father gave him a considering look and then deflated. "I won't push you on this today, but one of these days you're going to have to tell me what happened. Stiles you were mooning after that job since the end of high school. Then, you were bummed about having to give it up because you had to move home after college to help me and Scott with all the mumbo jumbo. But now, they offered you an at home position and you can't be bothered with it. I just don't understand, hell I don't even know if you do. I just hope you aren't doing this programming thing because for some reason you think you couldn't do what you really want to."
Stiles sighed. That wasn't it, but he was getting closer. Eventually he would have to explain to his dad and Scott what happened, but he'd have to figure it out himself first though.
"I love you for caring, but I can handle it. And I am really good at this, besides Danny's company needed the help." That was true when it started, but now Danny didn't need his help and they both knew it.
"I just want whatever will make you happy." His father squeezed his hand, then let go.
"My work is great for where I'm at right now."
The conversation switched over to the omega Stiles had narrowed down the possible hideouts for as they got their food.
They parted ways with a hug when his father went back to work.
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Stiles got out his computer and tried to solve the problem he hit the night before.
Thinking back he wondered if he should have mentioned his stalker neighbor to his father. He dismissed the thought with a snort and got to work.
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Erica's laugh was so loud he had to move the phone away from his ear.
"And you just went inside?"
Derek called her in his patrol car on lunch to try and get rid of the awkwardness of the previous night.
"What else would I have done? Shouted over, 'Hey sorry for watching you for a creepy amount of time. You just looked cute.' No, I fled like a normal person."
She cackled again. "You should take over some muffins, and then bang him."
Derek choked on his sandwich.
"I'm serious. You need to unwind. Nothing like a good dick to get you to relax."
Derek's cheeks went red. "Erica! I haven't even met him."
"So introduce yourself first. I'm like two weeks away from dragging you to The Jungle myself."
"You're worse than my sisters."
Derek's face went wide with horror at his slip up.
"Have you told them yet?"
"Yes."
She smelled blood in the water. "You haven't!"
"Erica no! Don't even think about it! Erica?" He looked at his phone to see she hung up. He banged his head against his wheel. "You never learn Hale." He would definitely have a couple texts from his sister's by night.
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Derek had soon enough forgotten about that night after his sister's pokes faded.
He had a quiet week, till tonight that is.
He kicked off his boots not caring where they went.
Half the department had been chasing down a, supposedly, kidnapped teen. When Derek finally sniffed out the end of the trail that lead all over town, the scent of the boy was closely intertwined with marijuana.
He got ready for bed in a haze and the stress of the day finally hit like a weight on his chest. He had been so scared he wouldn't find the boy in time. He was so scared he would have to tell a frantic mother that he found her boy, but it was too late.
He finally realized why the sheriff had gripped his shoulder in a grounding squeeze like they hadn't found him in time while asking if he was alright. It was for this moment. The moment when it all became real. When he realized there was a boy they thought was in trouble and it would've been on them if he wasn't found. It was his job to get him back safely. It happened this time, but the sheriff knew this would come. He'd probably had moments just like this so many times.
Moments of staring at the ceiling and wondering what if. Wondering and imagining the worst, all the while blaming yourself for outcomes that didn't even happen.
Derek sighed and got out of bed. He wouldn't get any sleep with the mood he was in. It was much too somber and contemplative. He figured it had been awhile since he dusted his apartment anyway.
He worked silently while thinking intensely. He had a few morbid thoughts and decided he needed to get some fresh air to clear the dust clogging his lungs and cluttering his eyes. He opened the sliding door to his balcony, but soon enough the night's chill beckoned him out.
It was a welcome sensation on his skin. He breathed in the fresh air for a few moments before he caught sight of a familiar window lit up.
This time the man was sat at his computer furiously typing with headphones on. The man lifted a frankly unlawfully big coffee mug and tipped it completely. He rattled the mug before lifting it to his ear. The man seemed to freeze for a moment before shaking his head while setting it down.
Derek chuckled as he rubbed his hands down his face and slapped his cheeks.
The man must've been up for too long. As if to prove his point he yawned and pushed himself away from the computer. He grabbed the giant mug and disappeared from Derek's view. He came back a few moments later with the mug filled to the brim. He settled back into his groove.
Derek liked watching the man's gestures and how expressive he was, even if Derek couldn't make out all of his facial movements. He only felt slightly creepy for thinking of grabbing his pair of binoculars. Okay, he felt really creepy for that.
The man lifted the coffee to his lips while still typing and burned himself.
Derek could tell he was screaming cuss words.
In jerking back from the sensation the man spilled coffee all over his lap and he jumped up while patting his legs.
Derek was already highly amused and smiling broadly, but when the man left to get a towel only to be yanked back by his headphones he barked out loud laughter.
The man came back, now in black instead of blue sweatpants and looked to be shutting down his computer. The man stretched and Derek could tell his shirt rode up slightly. He was distractedly trying to look at him. When his shirt fell back down he looked back to his face.
One that was now pointed towards where his light was on and he was once again staring creepily.
Derek shot up and was thankful he had left his door open so he could just slip right inside without the wait.
Derek mentally kicked himself as he decided to just lay down, so he wouldn't be tempted to peek out his curtains to see if the man was calling his co-workers. God that'd be embarrassing. Parish would laugh his ass off if he got that call.
After a few moments thinking about the man he fell asleep with a smile remembering the hilarity of his sleepy mistake.
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Lydia spooned the last of her dressing onto her salad. "And the guy just went back inside?"
"Yeah. He seemed embarrassed both times, but I don't know if I should tell my dad. On the one hand sheriff dad scaring off creepy guy, yay. On the other worried dad shooting creep."
She tilted her head in consideration. "Keep an eye out for him. If it becomes more of a problem or if he makes you uncomfortable then tell him."
"I don't know, I've never see him out there other nights. He doesn't really make me uncomfortable. I guess he's probably just curious about the weirdo up and three."
She laughed. "Probably. And what did I say about getting proper sleep? You'd get laid more often if you ever left your house not looking like a sleep deprived troll."
"Really feeling the love Lyds."
She narrowed her eyes and pointed her fork at him. "You know it's true. I didn't move back to Beacon Hills just for you to get us all murdered because you fell asleep researching and got us the wrong info. You need sleep, you insomniac workaholic." She stabbed a piece of chicken and stuffed it in her mouth menacingly.
"Has that ever happened?"
She swallowed and was undeterred. "No, but you need to be especially on your toes now. We all do. With this Malikhai pack circling we cannot show weakness. They're already sowing doubt about Scott's hold on Beacon's territory. Everyone concerned knows he didn't steal shit, but if they bend enough ears it could be a problem. A big one at that meeting in two months."
He nodded. "You're right. I'll get more sleep."
She assessed him, then shook her head. "You aren't going to do shit. You're restless and won't let anybody help you."
He considered her words. "Sometimes you're scary with how much you know."
She laughed as she gathered her things and dropped money for their lunch. "That's cute. I'm always scary because of how much I know. Kisses."
He waved at her bouncing curls.
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The third time it happened Stiles could hardly blame him. He should've closed his curtains, but he loved being able to look outside. Even as he was dancing wildly to ABBA at four in the morning while in his boxers. In his defense though, how else are you supposed to organize your house?
Stiles had just finished quite literally boogieing to dancing queen when he looked up and saw that light on again. They both stared for a brief moment. Stiles had no idea what made him do it, but he did a tiny wave. Which the man returned hesitantly. Stiles smiled and it seemed like the man did as well. It was already hard to tell from the distance, but the man also had dark, albeit hot, facial hair.
He was just about to turn when the man started to clap. It confused Stiles for a second, until he realized the applause was for his performance. He bowed dramatically and when he straightened he was met with the sight of laughter. The man pointed back to his apartment before once again waving.
Stiles waved back and in a mindless moment blew a kiss.
He instantly internally panicked.
The man looked confused and he turned half way back to his door before reaching out his hand and catching the kiss. He then rushed inside.
Stiles' joyful insomniac energy was burst and he hid under his covers till he eventually fell asleep.
---
"He blew you a kiss?!"
Derek's voice was muffled by the counter it was pressed against, but it sounded vaguely affirmative.
"And you caught it."
This time the yes sounded more distressed.
Erica patted his back as she let out vigorous laughter.
When she finally settled down she offered, "Well, maybe he won't think you're as weird because he's weird too."
"Thanks for your comfort." He said deadpan.
She responded in kind. "I'm here for you in this difficult time." She steered the conversation back to her weekend plans with little consideration.
---
The only reasons he took night shift were because it was understaffed and if something supernatural happened he needed to be there anyway, but now he was thinking of adding so he could look to see if the light across the way was on.
These last few weeks he didn't linger, but he still smiled when he got home to see that light burning just like his own. He would check and some how that was enough. On the two nights he had stayed until he was caught it was no longer awkward. The man had just looked up and they waved before Derek left. Another night Derek just listened to the man's heartbeat and his soft mutters as he washed his floors.
He knew it was creepy, but something about the man was just...
Comforting.
Derek realized it was comforting to come home and have someone there.
God when had he gotten so lonely that a complete stranger waving at him from across the street felt intimate.
It was soothing, he supposed, to come home after a hard day to see that you weren't the only weary soul too tired to sleep. To know you weren't the only one battling things in the dark.
Derek set his wallet and keys on the table with a yawn. It wasn't an eventful day whatsoever. He had done nothing but paperwork and battle his drooping eyelids. He had been so tired all day, but now that he was home his mind jumped from one thing to another. After he got changed he grabbed a beer out of the fridge and decided to sit on the balcony. Might as well see what his neighbor was up to.
The light was on, but the man wasn't in sight.
Derek sat enjoying the calm night air while drinking his beer.
Just as he was starting to get worried, the man paced past in a flurry.
His arms were flailing and his lips were moving a mile a minute. Derek looked with fondness for a few moments. Then he noticed how heavily and fast the man's chest was heaving.
Something looked wrong. His movements, while normally clumsy, were erratic instead. Almost frantic. Derek knew it was not okay to listen in on the man under normal circumstances, but the man looked about ready to burst into tears.
The man looked down at his fingers and looked to be counting them. He then looked around his flat to name items with different colors.
Oh.
The man was having a panic attack.
The sheriff had taught them all different methods to calm someone having one, in case they encountered it on a case. The rainbow method was one. The man was trying to calm himself down.
The man repeated that he was okay over and over.
Derek listened to his heartbeat hammer. He needed to calm down or he would pass out. Derek knew he was on the third floor so he'd just have to figure out which apartment number.
He was just about to turn to go inside when the man ran to his desk and fumbled with his phone.
Derek felt a small amount of disappointment, but it was quickly pushed down. He was happy the man was getting help, even if it wasn't him. Besides how weird would that have been. 'Hey I'm your neighbor I heard you having a panic attack from across the street so I decided to find your apartment.'
The line rang for a long time and Derek hoped the person answered and was able to help.
Derek wasn't able to hear the other voice, but he could hear the man's. "Scott. P-panic a-t-t-" The man tried to force air into his lungs.
He didn't talk anymore, but he looked to be listening intently and he nodded his head even though the man on the line couldn't see it.
"B-better. But I- I'm still shaking." The man held up his shaking hand as if to prove it.
Derek listened to his heartbeat. It was no longer thudding, but it was still fast.
"No you d-don't have to. You're already on y-your way?" The man sighed, but went out of sight and Derek heard his door unlocking.
They stayed on the line until a car approached, headlights almost blinding on the empty dark street.
An obviously sleep ruffled puppy of a man got out and walked around to the building's entrance.
Derek heard knocking.
"What's the password?"
There was a sigh. "Rubber baby butter beans." The door unlatched.
Derek stifled a laugh.
Derek heard a muffled thanks and figured the man's face was pressed tightly into a hug.
They both walked in the view of the window and Derek got a little better of a look at the stranger. He looked like he could be handsome, but from this distance it was hard to tell.
He was too busy focusing on the man's face he didn't catch their conversation. Soon enough the lights went out and he heard two people settling into bed. The man's heartbeat had settled slightly, but his breaths still had a few hitches.
"Focus on my breathing. Feel my chest move. We're safe here. I've got you."
Derek started to wonder if maybe they were together. A boyfriend would be more inclined to get out of bed to check on someone than a friend. But then again if he called Erica in the middle of the night she'd break his door down. Maybe they were just friends. Then again, the magenta, purple, and blue flag hanging on the man's wall had Derek wondering.
When he first saw it, it had made him glad, but now it caused a rolling in his stomach. It was ridiculous, he shouldn't be jealous over a neighbor he hadn't even met!
He decided to go inside and clean Lucian's litter box then organize his bookshelves.
He was deeply engrossed in a book by the time he heard movement on the street. He decided to put his book down to check it out.
"Thanks for tonight Scotty."
The stranger, Scott, got his keys out of his pocket as they hugged. "Yeah yeah. You know you can call me whenever."
The man stuck his hands in his pj pants pockets. "Yeah well, still tell Alli sorry for stealing her boyfriend."
Scott grinned. "We all know I'm both of yours."
The man let out an obnoxiously loud laugh for the quiet morning. "True. Now get out of here. Don't want to keep Mr. Cryptic boss waiting. Love you bro."
"Love you too." The man started his car and Derek realized he was dressed for the day. He must've borrowed some clothes. Or maybe he has a drawer.
Derek's head was starting to hurt trying to figure out what their relationship was. He had said both of yours, like he was both of their boyfriend. Maybe they were poly? But then why hadn't this Alli come too? Maybe they were just friends and it was a joke.
Derek got into bed still trying to figure it out, but drifted swiftly after thinking of his loud laughter. It was an oddly soothing sound.
He wanted to hear it more often.
---
Stiles spread the burgers and fries out on the counter. "Oh please, iron man's ass is forged of metal. Cap's is pure squats and muscle."
Scott pinched the skin of the kitten's neck. "You mean, pure super soldier serum." Scott gave it it's shot before soothing the kitten.
Stiles waved a fry at him. "But still muscle. The serum just amplified his muscle definition. But it is still muscle, and there for, it is America's true ass."
"What about Deadpool? He's got a good ass. What about him?"
Stiles snorted. "For starters? He's Canadian."
Scott tilted his head. "Oh yeah."
Stiles rubbed the grease and salt from his hands on to his jeans. He tried to sneak a few fries from Scott's, but he looked over.
"Hey! Paws to yourself! Those are mine."
Stiles stuck out his tongue and grabbed his burger instead. "Best super hero ass hands down is Dick Grayson."
Scott softly placed the kitten back in the pen and grabbed another. "No way. Black canary all the way."
Stiles scoffed. "Sure, bud."
Scott gave the last kitten it's shot before washing up to eat. "That isn't what I called you here to talk about though."
Stiles raised and eyebrow. "What. No way. You didn't call me here to debate superhero glutes?"
Scott rolled his eyes. "I wanted to talk to you about next month."
Stiles took a huge bite so he didn't have to respond.
"This is important." Scott tried to meet his eyes, but Stiles avoided him. He sighed. "What is the matter with you lately dude? We all agreed as a pack, we need this meeting to go well. If we are going to hold Beacon as McCall- Stilinski territory, next month is important. Why does it seem like you're checking out?" Scott focused on his face. "Are you okay? If something is wro-"
"I'm okay Scott. You don't have to worry about me. I'll get my head in the game before then, I've just had some personal shit going on."
He gave him a sad look. "I miss the days when your personal was mine."
Stiles looked down. There was a pit in his stomach as his throat dried. "I know Scotty, but I will tell you, eventually. I just need to work some stuff out."
"You keep saying that, but I don't think you're working anything out. I think you're just keeping things to yourself because you don't want to worry anybody."
Stiles mindlessly stirred his ketchup with a fry.
"But you are. You are worrying us. We just want to help."
"I know." Stiles met his eyes. "We'll deal with the Malikhai pack and their challenge of our territory first. Derek Hale is one of my dad's newer deputies. He brought two other betas with him from New York. They talked and Laura is still their alpha, so the Malikhai pack doesn't have grounds for a refusal because Derek is just a beta. Even if this has been Hale territory for centuries, with Laura setting up a pack in New York, Beacon is forfeit unless a Hale alpha shows up to claim it."
"What if Laura shows up to challenge us?"
Stiles shook his head. "Derek told my dad she isn't interested in Beacon. She gave her word she never intends to take Beacon for her territory as long as we take care of it. She thinks we're doing well enough from what she's heard."
Scott nodded. "Let's go over the protocol again."
Stiles gathered his trash. "You'll be fine, but if you want we can."
---
Derek reached for the bottle of wolfsbane laced whiskey in the back of his cabinet. His eyes had already healed from the puffy state his call with Laura and Cora had left them in, but he felt new tears at the back of his eyes.
A family had left a roast in the oven overnight, accidentally on high, but thankfully it was called in soon enough. Fire calls usually left him shaken, but there was a little girl that looked exactly like Cora. She was coughing the smoke from her lungs that also clung to her clothes and hair and soon enough Derek was the one unable to breathe. He tried to hide his claws and fangs and closed his eyes when they flashed red. He didn't know how long it was before he felt the sheriff's arms wrap around him and send him home, but after his phone calls it was now three in the morning.
He refilled his glass and went to get changed. He struggled with his pants already feeling the alcohol, wolfsbane made the effect almost instant. By the time he had finished getting changed he needed to find the bottle again.
Every time he closed his eyes he saw the frightened ones of the little girl. It was times like this he longed to feel the shift take over and get in a much more simple state of mind, a much more primal one. It felt like the smoke was in him and the flames were licking his face. He needed air.
He went to the balcony and like he knew it would be, that light was on.
The man was hard at work, tapping away at his computer. He was chewing a pen cap in-between his teeth as he focused intently on his screen.
Derek wanted the man to look at him. To notice him so he wasn't alone. He wanted to feel like he was seen and his pain was normal.
He had moved back from New York because everything was just too impersonal. You could fade into the city and no one would ever know you were gone. But a small part of him hoped that the man would notice if he never had his light on at an ungodly hour again. He wished that someone cared about him like he was important.
Derek hung halfway off the balcony as he began to frantically wave. He sloshed his almost empty whiskey as he flung his arms out.
Eventually the man looked up. He hesitantly waved and Derek raised his glass to him.
The man laughed and raised his coffee mug in return.
Derek laughed finding it funnier than it was. He got an idea and before he could think about it he held out his flat palm with his other fist placed atop it. He moved both hands forward in question.
The man looked confused and shrugged.
Derek thrust his hands out again, and then he pounded his fist three times on top of his palm.
The man laughed and mirrored his hands.
They pounded their fists in unison, and on the third beat Derek held up rock and the man held up paper. The man pumped his hands in victory. Derek threw both arms out in mock defeat. Derek watched the man throw back his head in a laugh with rapt attention. He held up a finger to tell him to wait before pushing his computer chair away.
Derek wanted to tell him not to leave, but soon enough he was back. He held up something to the window, it looked like marker. He uncapped it and began writing on the window backwards. He made two columns, one labeled, me. And the other, you. He put a tally mark under the me column before setting the marker down.
By the end of the night Derek could barely see the man with all the marks on the window. He had his computer chair pushed away as he leaned over his desk to get closer to count them. The man won by two points and he did a victory dance. The man acted like a wave was passing through his arms and he pointed it at Derek. He was just drunk enough that he pretended to continue it with a sad excuse of a robot.
Derek could almost hear the man's laughter ringing in his ears as he laid down to sleep. He fell asleep picturing his wide grin and cute dance.
---
Cora's laughter was booming. Laura spoke in a consoling tone, "Oh Derbear. You did your robot?"
Derek just groaned at her.
Cora spoke with no mercy, "Your robot sucks ass."
"I am aware, devil spawn. Well, sober me is."
"Hey call me devil spawn all you'd like, I'm not the one that scarred their cute neighbor with the abomination that is you dancing."
"Laura tell her to stop. Order her to be nicer, use the eyes."
"Sorry lil bro. She's right."
"Ugggh." Derek groaned into his pillow. "You both are terrible."
---
Derek tried to avoid the balcony out of shame for the next week.
The loud banging in the alley drew his attention before he could remember to stay inside. For a second he didn't see anything below, but then a trashcan tipped over and circled before a plump raccoon crawled out. Derek looked up, relieved it hadn't been someone trying to break in. He didn't want to have to deal with that tonight. He saw that light on and inside the man's head was tipped down still looking at the raccoon.
He looked more distressed than normal. Mugs stacked around his desk and there were papers strewn about. His hair was frazzled and he had tension in his shoulders. Derek wondered what stressed him so much. Maybe it was his job, he could have an upcoming deadline. Maybe he w-
He was staring back up at him.
The man brightened and waved enthusiastically. Derek waved back.
There was a pause.
Derek tried to mime that now that he had checked out the alley, and it was just raccoons he was going to head back to bed. But the man looked confused at his gestures. It probably looked like he was trying to make shadow puppets. He pointed a thumb back at his apartment and the man looked down. Derek started to move back reluctantly. He felt so rude, like he was leaving in the middle of a conversation, but he was also still embarrassed.
The man grabbed something from across his desk. He held up the orange marker. Derek stood there considering for a moment. The man took that as a no and set the marker down.
"Don't do it Hale." He whispered to himself.
He held up his hands and the man energetically moved to get ready.
They played till something drew the man's attention to his computer. He held up a hand to motion for Derek to wait.
He clicked for a few moments before pointing to his computer. Derek nodded and settled into a chair while pulling out his phone.
Derek's attention was drawn back upwards when he saw a fast movement. He looked up to be met with the sight of catastrophe. There were papers spewing out of the man's printer at an unearthly rate. The man was shouting and waving for the printer to stop. He jabbed at a few buttons, but to no avail. The printer just kept going and in one final power move the man unplugged the machine. It stilled and he sagged with relief.
The man looked up at Derek. Derek finally absorbed the situation and burst out laughing. The man quickly joined in. Once they had calmed down he gathered the papers and shook his head at them. He closed down his computer and span his chair in a circle before meeting Derek in their next match.
Derek won the night and the man put a little mark on the top window opposite to an identical mark.
So this was a thing. The man clearly expected to play again. He expected to play enough games where they would need to keep track on the window. Maybe this would be their thing. Rock, paper, scissors from across the street.
Derek got cozy in bed as a warm feeling settled in his chest. It was nice to have something, some sort of connection to someone. This was the sort of thing he missed in New York. He missed helping little old ladies at the grocery store and talking to neighbors while getting the mail. He missed seeing the same face multiple times just going to the bank. In the city everything was constantly changing, shifting. Derek just always felt like backdrop rather than a person. He missed being a part of a community. He missed feeling like he made an impact.
He supposed that's why he joined the PD. To help people. Feeling like he helped someone was the best thing to Derek. He wanted to have people around him and to be able to take care of them. No matter how close he was to his sisters, traveling never felt settled enough, and Laura's pack felt solid enough without him. He didn't have an integral place with either of them that truly felt like his own. He'd been back in Beacon hills for months now, and a couple games of rock, paper, scissors and an over protective boss was as close as he got to finding a place he belonged. No matter how much he saw them getting closer or he enjoyed his job, his co-workers were still just work friends and his job wasn't going to make him feel fulfilled.
He wanted someone to belong to. Someone that felt like home.
He drifted off wondering how soon he would meet someone like that for him, or if he already had.
---
Allison looked at Scott concerned. "Stiles, you sound pretty gone."
Stiles narrowed his eyes. "He gave you a pen and I had to convince him to not propose the next time he saw you. I think me having a crush on my neighbor/rock, paper, scissors pal/stalker is sane in comparison."
She gave him a, 'Yeah keep telling yourself that.' look.
"I think if it makes you happy you should do it. You know how to take care of yourself. Maybe you're soulmates."
Allison rolled her eyes.
Stiles slung an arm around Scott's neck. "See, this is why you're my best friend. You always support me."
Scott beamed.
---
Derek grimaced as he tried to not smear blood on his door or walls.
He went straight to the bathroom and put his torn, soaked top right into the garbage. He turned on the water and steam started to billow into the room. He stripped and looked at the damage in the mirror.
They had been looking aimlessly for the omega for weeks now. But the night before another body was found, so they were determined. The sheriff came in with another map that had random circles on it. He had been bringing them in from his pack. Derek was glad that beacon had the McCall- Stilinski pack to look out for it, they wouldn't have been able to search even the narrowed down areas without the pack's help. The sheriff and him finally found the omega and cornered him.
Derek winced as he prodded at the claw mark across his side.
The omega had been able to get in a few surprise attacks before Derek fought back.
He stepped under the spray and let out a content grumble, happy to have the omega's blood swirling down the drain instead of sticking to his skin. He washed away the day and was satisfied that they had finally dealt with the wayward wolf.
He turned off the water wanting to collapse into bed, but still having a little bit of adrenaline left from the fight.
He decided to check in on his neighbor before bed. He threw on a pair of sweatpants before padding out to the balcony.
After his hot shower the air outside raised the hair on the back of his neck and arms. His eyebrows pulled together once he saw the blinds closed with the light on. He could see the silhouette of the man sitting at his chair.
That was odd. He never closed his blinds. Maybe he didn't want to see Derek anymore. Maybe he weirded him out. The man seemed happy to see him last time. Derek shouldn't feel this hurt, this shut out. It just felt like they were building a relationship, even if they just played a game.
Maybe he was just embarrassed about the printer thing, like Derek had been. Or maybe he was having more computer problems.
That thought brought conflicting emotions. First, it brought a smile, but then he thought about how easy it was for the man to be able to shut him out.
Maybe he was in trouble. He doubted it, but maybe. Derek had a worrying thought. What if the man was having another panic attack, but he didn't want him to see?
Derek internally debated for a moment longer before deciding to just listen in to check on him.
He focused and could hear the man's heartbeat thumping rapidly. His breathing was shallow and fast.
Derek panicked. Why wasn't he calling his friend?
There were sounds of movement that Derek couldn't make out.
He heard breathing sounds that sounded like they were coming from his computer and Derek was puzzled. Was the man trying some breathing exercises to calm down? He heard an extended groan and Derek's eyes widened.
Oh.
He heard a loud breathy moan that faded off into a needy whine and his face flamed.
Oh.
That was why his blinds were closed. Derek heard more decidedly not breathing exercise noises from the man's computer. Now that he knew what it was Derek could easily tell exactly what the noise of movement was from. There was a gasp then a guttural moan. Derek quickly blocked out the noise again and he scurried inside like he was the one caught jerking off.
He laid in bed with red ears. He closed his eyes to fall asleep, but he kept replaying the sounds over and over. He let out a frustrated groan before pulling his pillow over his face like that would muffled the noise in his head. The man's moans had gotten to him more than he'd like to admit. It would be very uncomfortable to fall asleep now.
He threw the pillow off and muttered, "Oh for God's sake!" Before shoving a hand past his waistband.
Later he fell asleep feeling satisfied, content, and very embarrassed.
---
Erica practically cackled off the couch and even Boyd cracked a small smile.
"Oh God Hale, only you!"
Derek stabbed his spoon into his ice cream and it clinked harshly against the ceramic. "How was I supposed to know! That he was..."
Erica gleefully finished his sentence. "Masturbating?"
Derek looked down to hide his burning face. "Can you stop enjoying my pain please?"
"Nu-uh I'm your friend. I have to make you more embarrassed. It's my job."
He scowled at her and she stuck her tongue out.
She spoke through a bite of cookies and cream, "What did you do after you realized what he was doing?"
"I went inside and I..." He avoided looking at her.
"You what?" She looked at him and then at Boyd's smirking face. "You didn't!" She asked shocked. She laughed at him again.
He groaned and forcefully stirred his ice cream.
"Oh my God, you so did!"
---
Stiles couldn't breathe.
Correction, the breath entering his lungs left just as fast as it entered. He could breathe in the same way that he could think. In a way that only made the situation worse and more panic inducing.
He needed to calm down. He tried to breathe. He tried to think about something else, but his thoughts kept circling back. He couldn't call Scott because he had a difficult surgery in the morning. If he called Allison it would wake Scott. He didn't want to call Lydia because it always freaked her out when she wasn't actually there to help. Sometimes she just made it worse no matter how much comfort she wanted to offer. Jackson was in a completely different time zone. He couldn't call his dad because he would still be on shift. Liam, Kira, and Malia all didn't know about his panic attacks and now wouldn't be the best time to have them figure it out.
He muttered to himself, "Y-you can d-d-o this." He tried to calm himself down, but knowing he didn't have anyone he could call made it worse.
He grabbed at his hair as he paced. "S-stop! S-t-top! Fuck-k!"
The tears were rushing down his face and his vision was blurred. His mind whipped in a frenzy as thoughts frantically raced.
He couldn't take it anymore. He ran over to his desk. He shoved papers trying to find his phone, but he could barely see thought the tears. He looked up and cursed, "F-fuck! Stupid f-f-fucking pho-one!" He closed his eyes harshly and when he opened them that light across the street was on.
He met eyes with his shocked pajama clad neighbor.
His mind was a torrent of thoughts. Oh God he was so stupid. This was so stupid. He was an idiot! Why! Why was he doing this right now! Why did his neighbor have to be there! He wouldn't ever want to see him again. Wh-
He went to move out of sight of the window, but his neighbor waved his hands frantically.
Stiles watched with curious eyes as his neighbor put a hand on to his chest. He slowly lifted it up and held it before placing it back on his chest again.
Stiles looked at him with curious eyes and his breathing still hammered in and out.
His neighbor repeated the motion and deeply inhaled this time.
Oh. He wanted Stiles to synch his breathing.
A small smile fought its way through all the panic and distress previously on his face. His neighbor wanted to help him, to calm him down. Even though he barely knew him he cared.
Stiles payed attention to the rhythm his neighbor set, but his breathing wouldn't calm.
More frustrated tears fell. "I-I can't." He whispered as he shook his head.
His neighbor used his other hand to gesture for him to calm down, then he paused the breathing motion to tap his own heartbeat. He resumed the breathing motion. He said something that Stiles couldn't understand.
Stiles tried again. He dug his fingernails into his palm as he tried to ground himself. He was fine. There was someone with him. They cared. He wanted him to calm down, to breathe. Just breathe. It was going to be okay. He was okay. As he thought he kept his eyes on his neighbor's moving hand.
They stood there together for several minutes.
The motion eventually soothed him into a normal breathing pattern. His tears were still falling, but his head was no longer pounding and he could breathe easily. Stiles wiped his eyes and focused on his neighbor's, which were still staring at him calmly.
His neighbor pointed at Stiles and then himself, after he pressed his pointer finger to his thumb as the rest of his fingers fanned upwards.
He smiled. He was trying to tell Stiles that they were okay. Stiles nodded and lifted his hand to copy his gesture.
His neighbor smiled and dropped his hands.
Stiles tried to convey he was sorry and moved his mouth exaggeratedly while he spoke, "Sorry."
He waved his hand in a dismissal. And once again mimed that it was okay.
Stiles was trying to figure out the best way to flee and watch Netflix, not being able to sleep, while they just stared at each other.
His neighbor tentatively raised his hands in a very familiar way.
Stiles smiled and sat on his computer chair. It was a way to pass the time. And a way to not be alone with his thoughts.
They played till the morning light invaded their hidden game. Stiles counted the tally marks and reluctantly put another tally under the you column. Stiles stuck out his tongue.
He held up a middle finger and Stiles clutched his chest with an overly shocked look. He laughed at him and Stiles smiled in return.
---
"I still wish you would've called me."
Stiles shrugged at Lydia. "I couldn't find my phone."
They both drank their smoothies while walking to the next shop in silence. She looked over at him with an assessing look.
"What?"
She only squinted further.
"What."
"Nothing. I'm just surprised he was able to calm you down like that."
Stiles rolled his eyes. "I was desperate. If fricken Elmo popped up and started counting breaths with me I probably would've gone with it."
She hummed and turned back to look where she was going. "I think you should make him cookies. As a thank you. Besides, it's neighborly."
He looked at her like she was crazy. "Are you crazy?! How weird would that be? To just show up with cookies. Like, 'Hey I'm your crazy neighbor that had a panic attack and you had to spend several minutes calming me down. So thanks. Here's some double chip.' No, thank you. I will stick with rock, paper, scissors and pretending I'm not falling in love with a man I've never met."
A passing couple gaped at them, having clearly only caught the last sentence. Stiles squinted at them and they looked away quickly.
Lydia rolled her eyes. "Do you really want to live your life not taking chances and connecting with people? You live and work in your apartment. The only time you leave is when the pack or your dad drag you out. This guy seems sweet, albeit a bit creepy, but sweet. I think you should give it a shot. Do you really want to play rock, paper, scissors with him till one of you moves? You have no social life Stiles."
Stiles argued, "Hey I trash talk ten year olds in Halo, just fine."
She didn't react to his joke. "Stiles."
He sighed. "Yeah, I know."
She squinted. "Do you? Do you know what it's like to see one of your best friends waste away and not even care about their life? I don't know what the hell happened to you at college, but you didn't come back the same. At first I thought it was some left over nogitsune bullshit, but it's not. You just don't seem to care about your life. Do you know what that's like for us? For your dad?" She got a little choked up. "For me?"
Stiles pulled her into a hug and fought tears. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
"And you won't let us help you. Why?"
Stiles kissed her head. "Because you can't. I know that's difficult to handle, but you can't. And I'm sorry. I'm so fuckin sorry Lyds."
She spoke through her tears, "We just want for you to b-"
"To be happy. I know." He rubbed his hands down her arms. "I'll try the cookies."
---
Stiles drummed fingers on the container as he waited for that light to go on. He tried to busy himself with work, but the problems that wouldn't let him sleep couldn't hold his attention.
He was staring off into space nervously chewing a pen when that light flicked on. He shot out of his seat and bulleted to the door, getting to the doorway before remembering to go back for the container.
---
Derek loved his job. He loved it. He enjoyed his work and actually looked forward to it. He liked feeling like he was doing something important. But all this week there was this itch under his collar, his badge felt heavy, and he just wanted to put his gun away. He couldn't wait to get home.
Who knows how long the man had been panicking for at the start of the week. Derek felt unease in his chest all day and night until he could get home to check on that light and the man it created a halo for. Each night they waved and if the man didn't have work to do they added another mark to the window above.
Derek was becoming worryingly dependant on their routine. He was starting to think if the man wasn't there one night his wolf wouldn't rest till he hunted him down to make sure he was safe. Derek shook his head at that thought. He had more self control than that. He kicked his boots off and flicked on his light. He unbuttoned his top button and didn't even have the patience to change first before opening the sliding door. He frowned at the light on, but the chair was empty and moving in a circle. Maybe he went to get something to drink. Derek listened to the empty flat and started to wonder if he had as much self control as he thought.
He went back inside to change.
After throwing on a pair of sweatpants he paced thinking about what could've happened. Why would've he left his light on? Maybe someone called him for something, like Scott. Maybe Derek just couldn't hear him in there for some reason. Maybe he was safe.
Or maybe someone broke in and took him.
Derek strode to his door deciding to just go over and see if he could smell distress outside his door.
He was across the room from the door when there was a knock.
Derek froze.
Who would be knocking at three am? The Erica of his mind supplied that it could be the man, naked, with flowers. He dismissed that thought as he took a deep breath through his nose as he got closer.
One man. Nervous, very, but excited. Home, like baking and happiness. Like cookies and cinnamon. There was a hint of the scent of rain and thunderstorms. There was a undercurrent of a drug. Nothing he was familiar with, so not illegal. Prescription most likely. There was a Woody scent too. Sandalwood, cedar? There was a pungent coffee and sugar scent like it was all the man consumed.
There was another, much smaller, knock.
Derek opened the door. His mouth opened and his breath was lost.
It was most definitely the man. Derek didn't need to have seen his face, he'd know that messy hair and bright cartoon pajamas anywhere. But now that he did see his face, there was no going back after seeing those wide bright brown eyes. He had moles everywhere and God those lips. Having that hair close enough he wanted to run his fingers through it, or just tug on it. Fuck, he was so gone and the man hadn't even spoken to him yet. Derek took in the man's expression, he looked terrified. He could practically hear the man's dry throat trying to swallow. He realized what his own must look like. He probably still had defensive posture. His face still scrunched in what his sister's called, 'The murder face of concentration.'
He opened his lips to talk, but the man blurted instead, "Oh god this was a terrible idea. I can't believe I did this. Why did I listen to Lydia. You were so nice to calm me down and I just show up on your doorstep like a weirdo. This was weird, this was bad. I mean look at you, god look at your arms!" The man flung out an arm vaguely at Derek. "You probably don't even eat cookies, you probably eat bullets! Lydia was so wrong. You were just being nice helping me, and I've made it weird with cookies. God how does someone even make something weird with cookies? You probably were just humoring me with the rock, paper, scissors. Just being nice, waiting till it wasn't rude to just never look over at me again. You were probably just enjoying the night out on your sick balcony, when you saw a crazy person up at three and were curious, but now the crazy person is on your doorstep. And you'll probably call the cops which would be real fuckin awkward bec-"
Derek got the sense the man could go on the entire night. And he didn't know how much he could take without finding some very boundary pushing ways of shutting him up. "I eat cookies." Derek interrupted.
The man took in a large breath. "What?"
Derek held down a smile. "I eat cookies. Not bullets."
The man seemed checked out as he nodded. "That's good."
The man stared up at him with those Bambi eyes and he had to fight the urge to let his wolf maul him. Derek lifted an eyebrow. "So... Cookies?"
The man seemed to come back to himself. "Right! So raspberry and cream cheese kolaczki cookies. My grandmother's recipe. I didn't know what you would like, so I just made the best recipe I have." He shoved the container forward.
Derek took it.
The man pointed a thumb behind himself. "Right, so I'm just going to go die in a hole and hopefully never be reminded of this again."
Derek spoke as the man moved, "You better not die. Not before you can reclaim your pride in rock, paper, scissors."
The man smiled at him and Derek swore he had never been that close to death. "I think it's clear from this encounter I didn't have any pride to begin with."
Derek smiled.
"Okay Jesus that is so unfair, so I'm going to go." He started to walk away.
"The elevator is th-"
"The other way. Yes. Thank you."
The man awkwardly saluted and tripped on the hastily put on shoes before disappearing around the corner. He exhaled and whispered, "Smooth. Real fuckin smooth."
Derek smiled and closed his door.
---
"He gave you cookies?" Erica dug in the Chinese container on the table.
"Yeah. I had to look them up, but they're some polish cookie. He gave me like two dozen."
"Where are they? I want some."
Derek ducked his head as he blushed. "I ate them."
Her mouth dropped open. "You ate two dozen cookies in two days?"
"They were really good, some of the best cookies I've ever had! And small."
She kicked him. "Dereek! Now I really want one! You really are them all?"
He shrugged his shoulders. "I stress ate like half of them that night trying to figure out a way to see him again before I realized I would have to return the container."
She groaned. "You're a mess."
They ate in silence till she put her plate down. "I talked to your sisters the other day."
Derek's stomach lurched. That was never good.
"They filled me in on the meeting next month."
Derek felt unsettled.
"Why didn't you tell us? You know no matter what you do we would support you."
Derek nodded and opened his mouth.
Erica continued, "Even if your decision is stupid. And dumb. And not the right choice."
He sighed. "Erica, it's not that easy."
Her voice was sharp. "So explain it. Because to me it seems like you're shooting yourself in the foot. If you forfeit Beacon now, there will be no getting it back without forcefully taking it. You would have no claim. Laura doesn't want this land, but you could take care of it. You're building a life here. You moved back here, we followed you here. You know as long as you're here we are, but let us know if you don't see a future here. We need to know if we should put down roots or not. Boyd likes it here and I'm starting to come around to it, but if you plan on leaving we need to know."
Derek shook his head. "No matter what happened here, this is my home. This is Hale land."
"It won't be if you forfeit."
He looked down. "We are a pack of three, this is a supernatural beacon. There's no way we could protect it. I do my part at my job. Besides, I could never take this land from the McCall-Stilinski pack. They've taken care of it since we left. I couldn't do that to the sheriff and alpha McCall."
"Doesn't us not having territory make us vulnerable?"
He tilted his head from one side to the other. "Normally, yes. But the alpha and the sheriff know we're here. They have accepted our presence, so we are allowed on this property. That means we won't have any claim to it, but we will still be protected like it is ours. They could always kick us out, but as long as they don't find out I'm an alpha there shouldn't be a problem. We will be treated as accepted guests from another pack."
She nodded thinking. "And what if our pack expanded? What if Issac came back?"
"We could always work out something with them. From what we've heard they're very unorthodox. Hell, just having a true alpha and the sheriff as it's two leading members is crazy enough."
"Hm. Okay. Well, they better not find out. How did returning the dish to hot neighbor go?"
"I haven't yet."
She gaped. "What? Why not? I thought you'd be all eager to see your boy again."
"I didn't want him to think I ate them in two days."
Erica crunched a water chestnut. "But you did!"
"Yeah, but what if when I told him that, he thought I was lying and he thought I threw them away?"
She threw an egg roll at him. "Just give it back you idiot."
---
It was three nights later and Derek had decided to just go to bed. But damn Erica. Her words were ringing in his ears. He grabbed the container before pulling on his boots.
He knocked on the door and wiped his sweaty hands on his pajama pants.
He heard muffled thumping noises and a yelp from the door. There was a soft noise of surprise before Derek heard a chain sliding and the door unlocking.
The man looked as sleep deprived as always, but he had a bat loosely held in one hand. "You scared the shit out of me! The only other time another soul was at my door this late was when someone tried to break in."
Derek was alarmed.
"Don't worry. I had my bat then too." He gave it an expert twirl that didn't fit with the previously clumsy impression Derek had of him.
"And here I thought we lived in a good part of town."
The man laughed. "The bad parts tend to follow me."
"I can't imagine much of anything not wanting to follow you."
The man turned light pink. "Is that my container?"
Derek held it up. "I washed it."
The man started to reach for it. Derek tried to channel everything Erica told him. He pulled it back. The man looked at him with distrust. "I can't give this back until I get a recipe."
The man scoffed. "You bake?"
Derek raised an eyebrow.
"Fair enough. But no can do. Babcia would roll over in her grave, and she's not even dead yet."
Derek laughed. "Well then, fine." He smirked in the way Erica told him to and leaned on the door frame with a forearm. "How about you give me somewhere I can go to get my sugar fix?" Derek really hoped he didn't slam the door in his face.
The man's mouth was gaping and his heart was fast. "Do you know the grocery store on fifth street?"
Derek's eyebrows furrowed. "What?"
"For your sugar fix. They sell them there." The man looked earnest.
Derek straightened back up embarrassed. "Oh. Um, thanks. I-"
The man burst out laughing. Derek realized he was messing with him. "You're a shit aren't you?"
The man shrugged. "I wasn't the one that leaned up against the door frame like a douche."
"It was a little douchey wasn't it?"
The man held up his thumb and pointer close together. "Just a bit."
Derek smiled at him. "Well, there we have it. You shouldn't listen to Lydia, and I shouldn't listen to Erica."
"I knew an Erica once, definitely don't listen to her."
Derek nodded. "Well, I should give this back." He handed over the container.
"How about this, if you have more tally marks by the end of next week, I'll make a double batch just for you."
Derek nodded. "That sounds perfect. But be warned, those were some of the best cookies I've ever had. I'll bring my A game for babcia's cookies."
The man smiled. "I'd expect nothing less." The man hesitated slightly. "But if you want, if you're going to be up anyway, I have some more inside." The man bit his lip nervously.
Derek took effort to not immediately say yes far too loud. "I could definitely be persuaded with cookies. Do you have to work?"
The man shrugged. "As long as I get my stuff done he doesn't care when I work and I'm ahead. If I'm being honest I was just about to say screw work and watch Captain America."
"Which one?"
"The first one." The man tapped the container against his palm.
"That one is my favorite."
He opened his mouth before closing it. "Do you want to? If you aren't too tired, do you want to watch it?"
Derek had just finished a twelve hours shift that was so busy he barely had time to eat. "I'm never too tired for Captain America. Do you need to get some sleep?"
"I'm never too tired to see Bucky Barnes in uniform." The man smiled.
"We have that in common."
The man looked surprised. "Oh?"
"Yeah."
"Good."
Derek smiled. "Oh?"
The man smiled right back. "Yeah."
Derek looked into his mesmerizing eyes. "Yeah."
The man looked down and then away. "Okay, make yourself comfortable on the couch. I just have to shut down my computer and g-"
"Get the cookies." Derek supplied.
The man rolled his eyes. "You're like a child."
He shrugged.
---
Parish clapped his back. "I know yesterday was rough, but you look like shit. Did you get any sleep at all?"
"Nope." Derek said with a smile.
"Damn. Why do you look so happy about it Hale?"
He shrugged. "I got cookies and watched the Captain America movies." He didn't mention how there was also hours of debate originally about the movies, but then moved to the entire MCU and then other things. That one of the many times the man flung out his arms, his brushed Derek's and if he focused he could still smell the cinnamon he originally thought came from the cookies.
Parish looked at him puzzled. "You're a weird one Hale."
---
At the end of the week they were tied and the man held up a container enticingly. They had set up the rule that whoever had the most wins by three am won. It was down to the last second and they both sped up so Derek could catch up. He ended up triumphant and the man acted being put out upon briefly before grabbing the container.
There was a knock and Derek had to count to ten, so he didn't know he was waiting at the door.
"I admit. You won it fair and square. Enjoy your cookies."
"Yeah. I definitely will. But if you wanted some, that could be arranged." Derek offered.
"I have some back at my place, but I could go for a coffee."
Derek grinned. "Coffee can be done." He held open the door.
---
"We talked about everything and nothing. He's so interesting. Just the way he thinks about things, god the way he explains himself is like porn. And fuck, his smile. His smile should be illegal. You know?" Stiles gushed.
Lydia stayed still with an expectant look on her face.
Stiles scoffed and rolled his eyes. His voice went low and mocking, "Lydia you were right."
"I know. So what's his name."
Stiles immediately opened his mouth before snapping it shut and his eyes widened comically.
"Don't tell me yo- Oh my god Stiles! You don't know his name?!"
Stiles rubbed his hands down his face while groaning. "Maybe he said it and I don't remember, but now it will be weird if I ask!"
"For someone so smart, you can be so dumb."
---
"Fuck Laura I don't know his name!"
Cora's laughter was a given, but sweet down to earth Toni's snickers weren't hidden even by her girlfriend's outrageous laugh.
---
He had been working on this problem for hours. The code seemingly mocking him just like his rubber duck that was now in time out. He cracked his neck and changed positions.
Stiles' smile was face splitting when he saw the brightness coming from across the street.
The man waved as he came out ten minutes later in pjs with a bowl of what Stiles assumed to be cereal.
They played a few games before Derek started to yawn. He should get to bed. He motioned that he was going to head in and the man nodded before adding a mark to his own side. Derek nearly collided with the door when it didn't open as he expected. He groan before starting to jiggle it. It wouldn't budge. If he broke it the landlord, who already didn't like him, would be angry. He patted his pockets so he could at least call Erica, but he left it inside. Great. Just great. He turned to see if the man had noticed.
Stiles was laughing his ass off. His neighbor had locked himself out. He had tears in his eyes. He calmed down and met his flat face and it set Stiles off again. This time when he calmed down his neighbor had a small smile. Stiles motioned for him to wait a moment.
Several minutes later Derek heard a rustling at his front door.
Oh great, he locked himself on his balcony, and he was getting robbed. Worst of all the man across the street probably left to get a camera.
He listened and recognized the heartbeat just as the door clicked and gave way. That mop of messy hair looked as cute as ever, even if it puzzled Derek how he knew how to pick locks. The man waved and Derek knocked on the glass before pouting out his bottom lip.
The man laughed once again.
He jiggled the door from the inside to let his neighbor back in. "Welcome to my humble abode." He said as he opened the door.
Derek ignored his comment. "Where did you learn to do that?" He nodded towards the door he closed behind himself. If this man was an international thief or something of the like Derek needed to know.
The man turned on his heels starting to walk, after throwing a suggestive at Derek. "I have a lot of talents, but I'm especially good with my hands."
Derek smirked even if he couldn't see it and walked after him. "And here I was wondering about that mouth."
The man stopped dead, and Derek collided with his back. On instinct Derek's hand went to his hip.
"Oh I'm really good with that too." Maybe it was just Derek, but it felt like the man was leaning backwards into his space.
"Yeah? Am I going to have to lock myself out again to figure out your other hidden talents?"
The man shook his head, and Derek could feel his rabbiting heartbeat. "No. A date. Next Thursday, that new Ryan Reynolds movie is out. You wanted to see it. Didn't you?" A little bit of doubt crept into that question he asked to give Derek an out.
Derek leaned in to breath on his neck. The man was intoxicating. "I want to see that movie so bad, I don't know how I am possibly supposed to wait until Thursday. I want to see that movie so bad, I wish it could just be Thursday." Derek ghosted his bottom lip down his neck. "I want to see that movie so bad, I'm practically shaking."
Stiles' voice shook, "H-how do you know it will be worth the wait?"
"The trailers have been a tantalizing."
"Really? Are you sure you don't need a few reviews? I'm sure it has some glowing ones."
Derek gripped his hip tighter. "I prefer to make my own opinions."
"Yeah? Well, it probably will be good, it's got a stellar lead."
Derek nodded letting his lips drag against his neck. The man shivered. "I would let that sarcastic brunet do what ever he wanted to me."
"Ryan Reynolds is one of the hottest actors."
"Oh, him? I guess he's okay too."
Just like that Stiles was at the end of his rope. He spun around and wrapped his arms around his neighbor's neck to pull him down. "I'm going to k-"
Derek cut the man off by beating him to the punch. And boy, it felt like Derek was punched instead.
Stiles buried his hand in his hair. Derek nipped at his lip and the man's mouth fell open in a groan. Derek seized his opportunity. The man tasted of coffee and desperation, probably as much as Derek did. Stiles pulled his hair and he gripped Stiles' hips and harshly pulled them to his own. Stiles walked Derek backwards until they collided with the glass door.
Time was lost to Stiles. All he knew was the person in front of him. He felt a hand sneak under his shirt. He pulled back. "Fuck." He breathed harshly. "Fuck, if you do that I won't make it to Thursday."
Derek started to bite and kiss at his neck instead.
"Fuck if you do, that, I won't last five minutes." He could feel a smile press against his throat.
"What do you recommend I do?"
Stiles closed his eyes to clear his mind. "Don't do, any of what you're doing." He peeked his eyes open. "In fact, your face? That's got to stop too. It is much too distracting."
"Oh okay. And what abo-"
"Yep, your voice is another thing that isn't going to happen right now."
He leaned back into his neck. "Sorry. How's this?" He rubbed his beard against his neck.
There was a gasp before he gripped his hair and pulled his head back. He spoke forcefully, "You, are doing that Thursday! Everywhere." Stiles slammed their lips together again.
Derek pulled back. "Do you need to get back to your computer?"
"Fuck my computer." Stiles spoke the last word practically against his lips.
Stiles pulled back. "I left your door open."
"Fuck my door." Derek pressed his smile to his lips.
"I'd rather fuck you."
Stiles went to kiss him again, but his neighbor burst out laughing. "No! No laughing. Kiss me!"
Derek's laugh rang out regardless of the pout. They kissed until they were interrupted by a small meow.
The man pulled back with wide eyes. "You have a cat!"
Derek was concerned. "Are you allergic?"
Stiles left him pressed against the glass door. He looked around. "Here, kitty kitty."
Lucian sauntered closer.
Derek started coming closer. "I wouldn't try to pet him! He hates all people and will bite you if you don't leave him alone. Really he's a huge asshole named Lucian."
Stiles held out his hand and Lucian eagerly pressed his head against his hand. Stiles looked back. "Right, sure. A big asshole. He's a sweetie. Aren't you?" He did a pet voice. "Oh, yes you are."
Lucian practically rolled over on to his belly and purred. Derek looked in disbelief. "He doesn't normally do that."
The man scoffed. He went to pick Lucian up cautiously and he almost leap into his arms. "Of course not. Because you're the huge asshole. Isn't he Luci? He is. Lying about you being mean, but you're a little sweetheart." Lucian gave a little meow of agreement.
---
Over the next few days Stiles found just about every single way to tease a man while not being able to speak and with an alley in-between them.
Thursday Derek knocked on his door and was breathless when it opened. "I thought sleepy you would kill me, but those jeans are a sin."
The man flushed. "Oh, well I prefer you without a shirt. I haven't had the pleasure yet, but I figure that rule applies to pants as well."
"Be good tonight and you might get it."
Stiles closed the door behind himself and leaned in to peck his lips. "I'm never good." He winked and walked away.
They whispered jokes back and forth the entire movie and almost got kicked out for laughing. They barely made it up into Derek's apartment before they were tearing each others clothes off. They fell into bed in a whirlwind.
While their breath was calming Stiles had a thought. "I should probably give you my number, huh?"
Derek laughed and agreed, "Yeah, you should." Before he rolled over, caging him with his arms again and nosing at his neck.
---
He felt someone staring at him and he looked up. "What?"
Parrish had a haunted look on his face. "What is your face doing?"
"What do you mean?"
"You look... Happy?!" Parrish ran away laughing as Derek threw paperclips at him.
The sheriff appeared beside him with a disapproving look.
"Sir, I-"
He clapped him on the shoulder. "Happy looks good on you, Hale."
Parrish looked surprised. "Are you letting go of your five month plan?"
The sheriff sipped his coffee. "Nah. It just might have to be moved to the five year plan."
Parrish laughed and he smirked. Derek was confused, but he let it go figuring they wouldn't tell him anyway.
Derek called after the sheriff as he headed toward the break room. "I put a yoghurt in the fridge for you! Leave the donuts alone!"
"Christ Hale, you're worse than my kid."
"To be a deputy I need a sheriff!"
"Love you too kid." He called before shutting the door to eat his yoghurt.
Derek felt pleased, but tried not to show it. The warmth in his chest blossomed anyway.
---
Scott's neck nearly snapped as he turned to him. "Dude you got laid!"
Stiles grimaced. "That's so gross! I showered like three times."
"It's not that, you just have this settledness. A contentment that comes after."
"Still weird dude."
---
They texted constantly. Now that Stiles could gloat in-between games and make sarcastic comments it was constant. Derek gave as good as he got, though.
Whenever his phone buzzed he was smiling before he could even realize it. They talked about anything and everything. The man went down the programming rabbit hole once, till they banned work talk before he could even find out what his neighbor did for a living. But other than that they shared everything. Well, he still didn't know the man's name, but that was unimportant when you've held a person as they told you about losing their mom and in turn told them about all the family you'll never see again. Derek was never tired of the man. For two weeks they kept getting closer and texting constantly. It was like normal social rules didn't exist with the man. One moment they'd be talking about video games and the next they spoke about their third favourite ice cream flavor, or how they've disappointed the people closest to them. They always had an argument about something, but it always ended in laughter. This had been what he was missing. This had been what he wanted. Someone to share the little parts of his day with. Someone that cared and couldn't wait to see him.
But in the small moments when they sat in silence he could tell there was something the man wasn't telling him. Sometimes he would chew his nails staring off into the distance with a worry on his face. When Derek would ask what was wrong he would dismiss it as nothing. He kept getting more and more on edge through the two weeks, but he acted like normal until Derek got his text.
It had been a busy day, if it wasn't one thing it was another. Paperwork and deadlines that had to be met, things to be catalogued, and someone to be arrested. He got off around two that night thankfully. Derek wanted to kick off his shoes and just go straight over to his balcony, but his phone buzzed almost immediately after his light went on.
His smile dimmed as he saw that the man had a very important work problem and couldn't be distracted.
Derek understood. He really did. He went to take a shower and tried not to feel the unwarranted disappointment. Sometimes people were busy, that was fine. He tried to settle into bed, but he couldn't close his eyes without thoughts of the man. Maybe if he just saw him, he would be able to sleep. His bare feet hit the cold floor as he walked out to the balcony.
As soon as he opened the door his face fell into a frown. His blinds were closed.
Surely he wasn't... Derek thought about how the man couldn't keep his hands off of him. He listened in, but was met with the sounds of computer typing, frustrated noises, and mumbled complaints. He was definitely working, but why would he close his blinds?
Derek got back into bed still thinking. Maybe he just needed a break from him. Or maybe it was really a big work problem that he couldn't handle being distracted from.
Thoughts about the man kept Derek awake and not even Tom Hardy in a lobster tank could lull him to sleep.
It was four am and he had gotten no sleep. He shut off the movie on his laptop. The more he thought about it the more confused and frustrated he was with not knowing what happened. He was now beyond tired and grumpy. He switched shifts with someone so he went to the kitchen to make himself something to eat and get some much needed coffee before work. He put some toast in before reaching for the coffee tin.
He sighed so loudly Lucian came into the room out of curiosity. "Why of all days? Why me?" Derek threw the empty coffee tin in the garbage. Yesterday was so busy he forgot to get some. There was no way he was going to work without coffee, but nowhere would be open this early.
He had a thought. Hm, worth a go.
He listened and sure enough the man was still up, pacing his flat. Derek grabbed his keys.
He knocked and soon enough the door swung open. The man looked disheveled and Derek was instantly hit with a wall of stress, anxiety, and fear.
Derek immediately forgot that he had been agitated or that he was under caffeinated. "What's wrong?"
The man looked caught off guard. "What? Why are you here?"
It wasn't said unkindly just with curiosity, but it still hurt. "I'm out of coffee, and I have to work in three hours."
"Right. Fine. I've just got to focus on this work thing. It's really-"
Derek lifted an eyebrow then looked over at where his computer was off.
The man scrubbed a hand down his face. "It's complicated."
Derek nodded. "I get complicated. That's okay if things are complicated. I just don't want, you feeling comfortable talking to me, to be one of them. So I'm going to go make us some coffee. And if you want to talk we can sit on the couch until you find a way to make it sound uncomplicated. If not I can take my coffee, go to work, and wait for the day it either is too complicated or it isn't anymore. I'll wait if you aren't ready or if this is too soon, but there is nothing that you could say that I wouldn't want to hear. Simply for the fact that it's you saying it."
Derek was tackled into a kiss that tasted like stale coffee. "It's in the cabinet by the sink."
They stood in silence as Derek made them coffee. The man went over to his bread box and pulled out a container of peanut butter cookies. Derek looked at him softly.
"I know they aren't your mom's, but I figured I-"
Derek pulled him into a hug. "They'll be perfect." Derek turned to get the sugar out and set the mugs down.
"I want the big ba-"
"The big Batman one. I know. It's the one you use the most at your desk."
Stiles wrapped himself around his back while he poured them coffee and he kissed the back of his shoulder. "More sugar."
He shook his head and set the sugar down.
Stiles turned to mouth at his neck and then whispered, "More sugar, please?"
He swore before dumping more in. "Jesus. You'll be the death of me."
Stiles smiled and bit at just the right spot as he crept his hand under his shirt.
"Fuck your hands are cold."
"Why don't you warm them up then?" Stiles danced his fingers along his skin.
"I know what you're doing."
Stiles pulled his ear between his teeth and whispered breathily, "Is it working?"
"No."
He scraped his nails down his side and Derek shivered. "Yes." Derek turned around and held his chin to kiss him. He leaned back to look into his eyes. "If you don't want to talk about it you don't have to distract me, we just don't have to talk about it. I just want you to have someone to talk about things with, even if they aren't happy."
The man looked at him with an undecipherable look, before tears started to gather in his eyes. He pulled him in for a sweet kiss and leaned their foreheads together. "This is much too soon for just how deeply I care for you. This is weird."
Derek smiled at him. "Yeah, it is. So what? You're weird. I'm weird. Why wouldn't we be weird together?"
Derek walked over to the couch and set their mugs down. "So, am I taking a seat?"
Stiles nodded at him. He sat down and started drinking his coffee and pulled his legs up. He waited patiently as Stiles began to pace. "Are you sure?"
Derek shrugged. "There are few things I've been more sure of than you."
Stiles let out a humorless laugh as he shook his head. "You see that right there! I can tell you're a defensive and closed off person. You don't trust easily. You had people take advantage of you, so you don't let people into your life, but with me you, you just trust me. And that scares me. Because what if I hurt you? Then I'll just be another one of the people you trusted that hurt you. And God we're moving so fast! Surely this is too fast? People normally don't go this fast. But it doesn't feel wrong. Well, I mean it does, but only for the fact that it doesn't feel wrong to be going this fast. Does that make sense? It probably doesn't. But God you just scare me because I've dated, I've had boyfriends and girlfriends. I've had casual hook ups and serious relationships, but I have never once thought about if my dad would be proud to walk me down the aisle to any of them. That is a crazy thought to have! And I thought that after the first time we had sex! That's crazy! I'm crazy! I shouldn't think about getting married after knowing you for like less than a month! And I've never felt like I had to be fake with you. I've never thought oh God what if my laugh is obnoxious? What if doesn't like the way I walk or the way I dress or the way I act? What if I'm too much of a nerd for him? What if I like him more than he likes me? I mean you're sex on legs, practically a Greek god and I'm just me. But you never make me feel like just me. You make me feel special. I never once have thought what if I'm too skinny or not muscled enough. I've never thought any of that."
He took a big deep breath in.
"Not a single thing like it. It's just so easy to be me around you, and it scares me. I tell you everything. You know about Scott and my mom and the boy named Theo in eighth grade that broke my heart. I tell you about the history of male circumcision and my time at Berkeley. And I know things about you. You told me that she took advantage of you when you haven't even told your sisters that. Sometimes I think I know you inside and out, but then I remember just how little I know, how little time we've know each other. Hell, I sat on your face and I don't know your middle name, fuck or your first! But I know you had a dog named Lucky when you were six. I know all these things, but when I think of a day I don't get to learn more about you it ruins my mood. I want to know everything about you, and I want you to know everything about me."
The man's eyes looked wild and scared as he flailed his arms.
"I ramble! It's a thing I do! I'm doing it right now! And you don't even care. You just get this look in your eyes like it would kill you if I ever shut up. And let me tell you, I'm used to having the exact opposite. I am constantly told to shut up. But you, you just calm me down from panic attacks and text me so my day isn't boring and look all super hot when you kiss me. And right now I should feel different. I should feel sorry for talking this much, but I don't. Because it's you."
He stopped moving and looked into Derek's eyes deeply. "Because it's you. You scare me. Because it's you. You don't make me feel sorry for being me."
Derek nodded. He sat his mug down and put his legs back down before widening them and patting the space between them.
Stiles walked over and collapsed into his lap. He straddled him and wrapped his arms around his neck.
When Derek encircled his torso the man slumped against him as he buried his head into his neck.
They clung to each other for several moments before Derek spoke, "It scares me too. My sisters are sick of hearing about you and Erica is dying to meet you. I'm nervous to meet Scott and down right terrified to meet your dad. My middle name is Samuel. I thought about if we would move or live here and if you would want kids. This scares me. I haven't had a proper long term relationship where they didn't try to kill me. I closed myself off from everyone for so long to heal that I forgot what it was like to trust someone. How to do it. I shouldn't trust you, not this soon. But I look into your eyes and my life is yours. We already disregard the social norms, why should this be any different? You scare me. But fuck what we should do. Fuck how it's supposed to go. Let's just be scared and trust each other entirely too soon." Derek didn't know if it was instinct, or just the universe finally giving him something, but he knew down to his bones that he could trust Stiles.
Stiles exhaled shakily. "I've started sleeping better because I know you're there. I don't have as many panic attacks, because I know you're a text away. I know you're across the street. I know you're there for me, and I'm not used to that and it freaks me out. It freaks me out how it's felt like there's been this hole in my life for so long, and when I look in your eyes everything seems just a little bit less hard. A little bit less like tomorrow isn't going to happen the way it's supposed to. A little bit like you're the solution to a problem I didn't even know I was asking."
He seemed to absorb that all for a moment as he rubbed soothing circles into Stiles' hip.
He stopped his circles and after a few seconds Stiles prodded, "What, what is it?"
"You don't have to answer, but if you do, answer honestly. I would rather your silence than lies. And it's okay if you don't have the answer." Derek resumed the circles.
Stiles leaned his head up and looked at him searchingly. He put his hand on the side of his face and swept broad lines along his cheekbone. "What is it?"
"Why are your lights on at three am?"
Stiles scoffed and pushed lightly on his chest. "Because I can't sleep dumbass. Why are you seeing my lights on at three am." He asked rhetorically.
His heart hadn't skipped, but it quickened. Derek looked contemplative and serious. "Because I was lonely. Because nighttime feels like the kind of peace around you that you can't help but pull it inward. Because I work the night shift. Because some days it's hard to face myself, but nighttime is made to shadow sin. Because I like to look at the moon. Because sometimes daytime is too stressful. If you want a more recent answer, because my cute neighbor is up then too. And since the first time I saw him I knew he was the type of beautiful that sunlight burned with insincerity, but moonlight kissed with truth. I'm up because sometimes my body just doesn't want to sleep no matter how tired I am." His eyes had a piercing quality. "Why are your lights on at three am?"
Stiles looked down.
"There's stuff I can't tell you. At least not yet. It's not just my secret to tell. I don't want to lie to you, but there is just this one thing, this one side of me that you aren't ready for. But I will be honest about it as soon as I can be."
Derek knew he was honest. Christ, Stiles was the most brutally honest person he'd ever met. Rarely did his heart skip a beat when Derek wasn't doing something to cause it. But every once and awhile Derek could tell he was trying to not lie. Trying not to keep anything, but also not giving. Derek was okay with it. Because even in his big secret Stiles was being open and honest with him... Even with the things he couldn't be. "Okay." Derek nodded.
Stiles' head shot up. "Okay? Just okay? No interrogation? No dramatic, 'What how could you?' come on, where's your sense of flair?"
Derek knew he was trying to hide his genuine shock. "I trust you, remember? Trust me and tell me about what you can. If you can't tell me it, don't lie. There's things I can't tell you yet either, but I will."
The man still looked like he was trying to peer through his eye sockets to find something that was etched in the back side of his skull. He must've found it, because his air of defensiveness left him in such a big whoosh Derek could almost taste the change in the air.
"I'm awake, because I have insomnia. I'm awake, because my brain won't just shut off sometimes. I'm awake, because if there's a problem that needs solving, I can't sleep until it is. I'm awake, because I was lonely too. I'm awake at night because I'm good at coding and if I do it at three am the only person I have to lie about it being fulfilling is myself. I'm awake, because failed dreams don't belong in the daytime. I'm awake, because in the mornings I itch to solve cases and help people while doing my dream job, so it's easier to just sleep through them. I'm awake, because I'm too tired to sleep. I'm awake, because there's this sleeping beast inside me that slumbers enough for both of us, and sometimes I am terrified if I sleep too much I will awaken to it having woke up before me. I'm awake, because I am scared."
Derek could smell the saltiness of tears. "Scared of what? Something other than me?"
Stiles gripped him harder. "You're a part of it. Well, more like this is the reason you scare me so much."
Derek rubbed up and down his back and waited.
"I'm scared of my life. I'm scared of my future. The only easy part about high school was I knew where I fit in. I was the sheriff's kid. I was up to no good. I was a nerd. I wasn't popular. Scott and I were the most important thing in each other's lives other than our parents. Now it's just like, I'm adrift. Do I stay in Beacon Hills? Do I leave? Are me and Scott still best friends? Should I date, or should I be happy alone? Should I do this job or that one? Should I tell Scott that he should stop being such a cabbage and just marry her already? Should I be encouraging my dad to get back out there more? Should I buy this or do that? It's all of these choices that will shape my future and I'm terrified to make the wrong one. And you know, I can actually see it. My perfect life. The life I think I could never deserve but want to be able to one day. I see it all. And the thing is, I'm great at plans. I made them for everything, but how do you plan for your entire life when so much could go wrong? And it terrifies me. It terrifies me that I could break it. That if I don't do one thing exactly right I'll ruin all the other things. Or if I try one of the things it will break all of the others. I don't want to do that. I can't. Because I see that life for me, and I don't see how I could be happy in another, so I just- I don't mean to- I just accidentally- I-"
"You wreck things before they can break. You turn down jobs because they're your dream job, but you don't have the rest of your dream yet. You push people out of your life, because you don't have all of the people you want in it. You don't build a home that will feel hollow with just you in it. You try to hurt yourself before anyone else can do it for you, I know the feeling." And my god, did Derek. It was like hearing from himself. As Derek finished he could smell the relief coming off of him in waves.
"I don't mean to wreck it, I just do. And some nights I just panic, because how could I be that stupid? Others, I just feel so numb to everything. I don't know how to get to where I want to be and it's fucking terrifying."
Derek nodded. "I guess I don't think about my future. I'm just waiting for it to be taken from me. I know I want to be there for my sisters and my friends, but long term I don't have a clue what I want. It's always just what I have in front of me. I love my job. I have a workable apartment. Things like that matter, but I don't think about them long term."
"Wow. I can't even imagine that. Not thinking about every possible thing."
Derek shrugged. "I usually only think about what could go wrong."
"What do you see going wrong with us?"
"Most of the time? You getting tired of me and just waking up on day wanting to leave."
Stiles laughed. "Well that's bullshit. We already talked about how hard it is for me to get to sleep."
They both had soft unseen smiles.
"Will you tell me about it? What you see for yourself? Do you feel comfortable sharing that with me?" Derek was a little bit worried to see if he would somehow fit into his dream.
"We've swapped enough bodily fluids for that to not be a crazy request."
Derek rolled his eyes. "Will you tell me what you see? What you see for yourself, your future?"
Stiles sighed contemplative. "I see Scott and Allison happily married with kids. At least two, who call me uncle Stiles and I spoil rotten. I see my dad happy and healthy. Hopefully, with someone that makes him even happier and enforces the no double bacon cheeseburgers rule. I see my friends happy and safe, never too far away. I see the town safe, not necessarily quiet because I'd get bored, but manageable."
He paused long enough for Derek to realize he was done. "And for yourself?"
"That's a bit trickier. I see myself working from Beacon Hills. For the FBI as a profiling and strategy consultant. I see my Jeep still clunking around. I see a house. A big one. Not the type you would buy because it was cheap or convenient. The type that you only get when you're ready to fill it. I see family and friends gathering at our place. I see a spouse, a husband."
He seemed shy admitting that and Derek grinned. "Does this spouse have, and I quote, 'The cheekbones of an Adonis and the ass of Captain America.' by any chance?"
"In all my fantasies before they were amorphous. Never male or female for sure. Well, except when I pictured Tom Hiddleston or Jennifer Lawrence. They never looked like any one thing. They were just a concept. Now, he has the most amazing eyes. You would swear they were green, but then again maybe they're a little bit of everything."
Derek was grinning before, now he was beaming. Tears almost pouring out of kaleidoscopes.
"I see a couple of kids. Maybe fostered. But fostered, adopted, surrogate it doesn't really matter." Stiles shrugged. "I want to feel like I'm important to people. Like I'm the person they can't wait to see when they get home. I want to have a home. One that no one can ever take away or claim, because it's mine. People shouldn't be able to take homes from people. Before anything else I have to make sure what is mine, can't be taken."
"I don't think homes should be taken either. Even if you leave, that doesn't make it any less yours. You should have a place for your family, your future. People shouldn't take that from you, they should give it to you."
They just sat there breathing together and clinging to each other.
"If you think about it, what do you see?"
Derek didn't reply right away.
"I don't really know. I mean I know some things. Like I want Erica and Boyd to be there, Issac too if he wants to move back. I want my sisters to be alive and happy. I just want to be a part of a- a family again."
"Would you move back to New York? You mentioned you have family there."
When Erica had asked him things seemed so clouded, now they were clearer than they'd ever been. "No. That is my sister's place. I-" Derek's mind was clear and sure about the future for the first time in awhile. "I have a place here. This is where I belong and I never should've thought otherwise. Besides, I have a reason to stay here now. To build a life. One where I'm happy, in love, and annoyed at my husband. One where I have a family. A job I love, an over bearing boss too. One with kids and a house. Hell, I'd throw in a picket fence to go for the full cliche. One where I have someone to tell all about the family I lost. One with things to keep me on my toes, and people. One where I'm supposed to be."
Derek looked at him appreciatively. "I never knew I wanted that, or that I could. I thought I didn't deserve it, but you've made me yearn for it now. I want a life. I will make a life for myself. And for the people that want to share it with me." Derek's voice had a tone of awe, but certainty.
Stiles laced their fingers together.
Too soon Derek had to disentangle himself for work. As he went to walk towards the door the man caught him by his arm. "At first I thought it was cute and a great story to tell, to see how long we could go, but now I just want to be able to say your name. To hear you say mine. But not yet. There's this thing with Scott. Next Friday night. I'll do that and after it I want to know the name of the man I'm going to build my life with. Next Friday. Okay? After that we can be all cute and shit saying each others names with love in our eyes and all that garbage okay?"
Derek rolled his eyes then nodded. "I'll be ready after Friday too. It's time I made something right. After Friday we can start our lives anywhere in Beacon Hills. It will be ours."
Stiles looked at him with a spark in his eye. "Exactly. It will be ours." He said it like a promise.
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Stiles' shoulders had been up to his ears the entire week leading up to Friday. Well, until Derek came by to massage them back down. They slept together every night to stave off Stiles' panic attacks. Both of them being soothed by another heartbeat. Stiles tried not to be nervous, but the Malikhai pack had been taunting them all week. Stiles knew it was serious because Jackson flew in. Jackson would only come if Lydia asked, and if Lydia was asking they were in deep shit.
Stiles and Derek had said goodbye that morning with Derek offering words of encouragement in exchange for weak smiles.
Stiles wanted to be more sure. He did. This was their land. They fought every fucking monster that was drawn to Satan's wooden dildo. And no matter how many times they got reamed up the ass they just picked out the splinters and carried on and protected the damn supernatural beacon. Because this was their motherfucking land. This was their home and no body was going to take that. Certainly not some asshole alpha who had no claim besides, 'The pack that abandoned it and left it all to a bunch of teenagers might want it. And they should have first pick because they called dibs.' It was bull.
Stiles' angry thoughts served as a pep talk and his hands stopped their shaking. Scott gave him a reassuring look and Stiles looked back with an affirming nod. They could do this.
They stood shoulder to shoulder in the clearing. All of the people that were important to him were here, Scott, his dad, Allison, Lydia, Jackson. Everyone except him, but he was doing this for him. For the future.
Deaton was off to the side as an intermediary.
Stiles was just about to make a comment about tardiness when Scott stiffened.
Stiles looked to the treeline ahead of them and straightened his shoulders and hardened his face.
Six figures, the same as their number as they agreed, emerged from the trees.
Everyone assessed for a moment.
There was an overly happy voice. "Well, nice to see even a bitten wolf and a human can accomplish showing up."
"And nice to see a born one can disregard tradition and be late." Stiles earned a few snarls.
The snide remarks kept being thrown back and forth till finally Stiles had enough. "This is not your land! You have no right to it!"
The other alpha's second spoke up, "Oh? And you do? True alpha my ass. There's no way he is one at his age and skill level. And one that co-alphas with a human nonetheless. What about the rest of your so called pack? Two weak humans, a lizard, a girl who can scream, and worst of all, a hunter." Her fangs grew as she spit out the last word like poison. "You're not a pack. You're an after school club that needs to go down for a nap. Grandpa too."
Stiles chuckled. "Debating our pack's strength will get you nowhere. You could've taken this land right after the Hales left, but you didn't. We took care of it. We made sure this land's people lived. We kept those who wished it harm, out. We made this our home and you can't take it without breaking the most sacred of laws and traditions. This is our land, it is ours. As we have taken care of it, it too shall take care of us. As we dwell within it, it dwells within us. As we draw on it's power, it draws on ours. As we are a part of this land, this land is a part of us." Stiles recited just like the book he read said. He took his father and Scott's hand and the pack linked hands. Stiles smirked. "In other words, I speak for the trees bitch."
His eyes began to glow and the wind picked up. The trees around them all began to bend. The branches closest to their pack shielded them while the other pack was batted and scraped.
The wind died down. The other pack looked pissed, but knew better than to challenge a pack on their own turf with even numbers.
Their alpha turned to Deaton with a sickly sweet smile. "Druid, I request you let one more person enter the circle of sanctuary. No harm will come of anyone, but they will shed some light on how this is their land. They recently changed their minds about some things. And since the rituals of claim need till tonight to solidify, their claim is as valid as any. This is their birthright after all." He said with a sneer towards Scott.
Stiles had a momentary freak out. What if Laura changed her mind? But she said she wouldn't. She gave her word. This was likely some sort of trick.
Deaton looked to him and Scott. They both shared a brief look then nodded to him. Deaton spoke steady and clear. "One can draw near, but they may not cause harm nor fear." A small break in the barrier was broken and they could see outside the circle.
Derek walked in and both Stilinski men stood stock still with shock. Derek looked to the other alpha and nodded before scanning both packs. He looked guiltily at the sheriff before freezing at the man next to him.
"What are you doing here?" Two voices demanded in unison.
Stiles crossed his arms. "You first."
The chill and guard in his eyes hurt Derek. "I came to claim this land."
Just as easily as the bond took hold, the pack felt it ripped from them to neutral territory.
Scott nudged Stiles. "You know him?"
Stiles squinted. Was this all just some ploy from the other pack to steal their land? Had this stranger really cared? Stiles looked into those eyes he had trusted till the moment they walked through the barrier. He was conflicted and confused. "I don't know."
His dad stepped forward. "Derek son, your alpha already forfeited this land. What the hell are you doing here?"
"I'm sorry sir." He did look apologetic.
Stiles' eyes widened. "Derek?" His neighbor's eyes looked over to him. Had this all been some big lie? Had Derek been there to surveil him? And what, he just got bored and decided to play with his emotions? Stiles' face hardened once again. "You have no right. Your pack abandoned this land. Your alpha isn't here to claim it. You have no right to take from us. We protected this land. We cared for it, we bled for it! It is ours!" Stiles was speaking with force and anger.
That smarmy bastard had another smirk. "Why would Laura need to come? You see, Derek let me in on the most delicious little tidbit a few days ago. He's an alpha."
Stiles' blood ran cold. If Derek was an alpha, if he wanted the land it was his. His family lived here for generations. Hell, they practically built Beacon Hills. All he would have to do is say the words. If he claimed Beacon he could force them out.
The sheriff spoke with conviction, "Derek's not an alpha. He gave me his word. He gave his word that a Hale wouldn't claim Beacon."
Derek looked up with guilt in his eyes. "I said Laura wouldn't claim Beacon." And just like that the guilt was replaced by crimson.
The sheriff stepped back like he'd been slapped.
"I'm sorry sir. I know this is your pack, but this was my home. My territory. I want to build a future. I intended to take Beacon for my pack."
Stiles nearly flinched with how close the words were. If he just changed the tense they would lose this.
"But I think something might have changed." He turned to Deaton. "May I and one of their pack speak in private?" He motioned to the man next to the sheriff.
Deaton looked to Stiles and he nodded once again.
"Whoa, whoa wait. I'm not letting you go out there with some stranger, Stiles!" He grabbed his arm as he spoke.
Derek nearly growled and slashed at him until he recognized him as Scott. He looked and now that he was paying attention, he had seen all of these people in photos the man, Stiles had shown him.
"It's fine. I can handle it. If he tries anything," Stiles twirled his bat. "This is freshly wrapped in wolfsbane and ready to be shoved up an asshole."
Deaton spoke, "Pass may two, the door will shut until they are through."
The barrier once again opened and Stiles followed Derek out.
It was tense till they saw the barrier close.
Derek stepped closer. "I'm so sorry. I don't know what is even happening." Derek went to hold Stiles' arms, but he stepped back.
"I have granted your request. Speak alpha Hale." His voice was detached.
Derek looked crushed and confused. "No, no. Why are you doing that? No."
"You're the one that showed up to steal my land. After all that talk about home, family, and how no one should have theirs taken from them, you go and do this." Stiles scoffed. "To actually think I believed you. God, I am an idiot. Tell your sister bra-fuckin-vo. She must be one hell of a liar to have taught you so well."
"What are you talking about?"
Stiles looked murderous and he let out a scoff with a small deadly smile. "Oh don't give me that! You can stop lying now. God, after all that bullshit about not lying and being honest." The heat of rage flickered out for a moment and blinding hurt could be seen. "After all that shit about not lying, after me telling you things I haven't even told Scott, after we- I thought- I- I-" Stiles had tears threatening to spill as his voice cracked. "I was an idiot. You never cared for me. All you wanted was to take back Beacon."
Derek's eyes went wide with understanding. "No! No. No. No!" He tried to grab for Stiles again, but that made him grip his bat tighter and Derek decided to explain first. "I didn't give two shits about Beacon until a week ago. My pack and I were content to just live in peace on your land. Like I was a beta. I didn't want the responsibility, the weight of it, but you changed that. I realized I was being selfish. My pack deserves an alpha that provides. They deserve a home. And so do you. You made me want Beacon. You. You did that." Derek smiled at him.
Stiles felt a rock in his stomach. His family was about to lose their home and future because Stiles thought with his dick. After all the trouble he gave Scott. "So take it. You know we can't fight a Hale's claim." Stiles went to turn back to the barrier.
"God damn it, just wait! I wanted Beacon for you!" Derek softened. "For us. For our future."
The picture was starting to get clearer to Stiles. He spoke measured and clear, "Derek. You realize, that if you do this, if you take Beacon and force my family out, we won't have one. My future lies with my pack."
Derek looked overwhelmed. "Jesus, give me a second to figure this all out. I just had everything turned inside out. I wouldn't force you guys away. We would find another way."
Stiles shook his head. "If you claim this land we could never be together. It would feel like I was choosing you over Scott and my dad and my pack. That's something I can't do."
Derek looked lost. "If he claims this land my family's tradition and ties would die."
They stood in heartbroken silence.
Stiles tensed like he was shocked. "What if neither of those things happen?" Derek looked confused, but he continued, "What if they both do?"
"If two rivaling alphas compete, it would go to whoever completed the ritual first."
Stiles smiled wide. "Not if they weren't rivals or competing. What if we all claimed the land? I read somewhere that if two people have intent to marry or claim each other, they can share a territory until their bond is solidified."
"What are you saying?"
"Derek, I'm going to ask you something very important."
"Okay?"
"What is your favorite gummi bear flavor?"
"What?"
Stiles looked insistent.
"Orange. Why?"
Stiles looked gleeful. "All Stilinski's hate orange flavor. As soon as I found out Scott loved them I knew he was a keeper. I have something else important to ask you." Derek still looked confused, but was going with it. "I know we are no where near ready for it, but do you, somewhere in the very very distant future see yourself agreeing to eat orange gummi bears for the rest of your life?"
Derek looked confused before looking very freaked out. "Are you asking me to get married?!"
"No. Well, yes. But not until very very far in the future. It doesn't actually have to happen, the intent just has to be there in order to claim the territory. So if you have intent to marry the Stilinski alpha, three people can technically claim the territory, because Scott is the werewolf alpha, not just the human one. The human alpha would claim the territory and their pack alpha and their intended would also have equal claim on the territory."
Derek still looked freaked out and like he was going to throw up.
Stiles started dragging him back. "Magic wall, we're ready."
Derek's eyes widened. "No! No we're not!"
The barrier opened and Stiles shoved both of them through.
The air was tense and more than one person had claws out.
Stiles bulldozed ahead anyway. "We have a solution." He caught all attention. "As the law mandates, if two are intent to marry they can both claim the territory they will one day share. And if one is human, their alpha also has part ownership of the land. In this way three people can claim territory jointly. I declare intent for the Stilinski alpha to one day, very very distantly, to marry the alpha Derek Hale."
Everyone looked shocked, but especially his dad and Scott.
Derek was more red and green than adverts at Christmas time. He yanked on Stiles' arm. "No! Stiles stop! I'm not going to marry your dad!" With that harsh and very loud declaration everyone went deadly silent as they stared at Derek.
"What?" Derek felt like he was in one of those dreams where you'd forgotten your underwear.
Stiles looked calm as he spoke like he was speaking to a child, "Derek. Why would you think I meant you'd marry my dad." It sounded like a statement.
Derek made a wounded noise that seemed like he was saying it was obvious.
Stiles face dawned understanding, but was still carefully blank besides a faint trace of amusement. "Derek. Who do you think the Stilinski alpha is?"
Derek just huffed and threw out an arm to the sheriff like it was the only option.
Stiles narrowed his eyes and pursed his lips to mean, 'Try again.'
Derek stood dumbfounded.
Stiles groaned. "Derek, I'm the Stilinski alpha."
Derek's eyebrows went up to his hairline.
A snooty voice spoke, "Derek, just claim the land already. Your mother would be turning over in her grave if Talia knew what a pathetic bitch and his little human slut were ruining her town, much less that her son didn't immediately put a stop to it."
Stiles found it nice to know that Derek's face could go from, 'I might be a murderer.' to, 'I am two seconds away from ripping you limb from limb.' in two seconds.
"In case you've forgotten, my father was human. My mother welcomed all to her pack and was stronger for it." He had to snarl around large fangs. He grabbed Stiles' hand. "I declare intent to eventually marry the Stilinski alpha."
Stiles reached out for Scott's hand and he took it after a long look and a nod from Stiles.
Stiles spoke, "I declare intent to one day, a really mother fuckin long time from now, marry the Hale alpha Derek."
Stiles squeezed their hands and they spoke in unison. "We claim this territory." All of their eyes briefly flashed red.
Derek was still snarling. "Now get the fuck out of our territory before we declare intent to kill you for daring to use my mother's name like that."
"You can't-"
Deaton dropped the circle of sanctuary.
Stiles had a shark-like grin. "As we take care of it, it takes care of us." His eyes glowed as the wind whipped and trees and vines started to chase them out.
It was calm and still.
Stiles broke the silence. "So... Who wants pie?"
His dad grabbed him by the back of the neck. "Stiles, did you just get werewolf engaged?!"
"Easy pops! No. I got regular, 'Hey we're dating. This might lead to marriage, let's move in together.'ed.
His dad squinted before cuffing him on the back of his head. "I need pie. Then a nap. Then maybe an explanation as to what the hell just happened."
Scott raised his hand. "Ditto." His mouth dropped open. "Wait! Oh my god, dude! Is this hot neighbor! I thought his scent was familiar! But he didn't smell like a werewolf before when I smelled him on you."
They all looked to Derek in shock.
Allison got there first. "That's hot neighbor? Have my babies neighbor that you wouldn't shut up about is Derek Hale!?"
Stiles groaned. "Pie first. Then embarrass Stiles to death please. I want to go out on a full stomach."
An unidentified female voice spoke from behind some trees, "Pie sounds good. Who's treating?"
Instantly everyone was on alert except Derek. "Wait! It's okay. It Erica."
Everyone looked at him like, 'Who's Erica.' except Stiles.
A bombshell blonde walked out followed by a tall quiet black man.
She stepped right up to Stiles and looked scrutinizing. "So this is him?" She looked unsure. "He's so skinny. And nerdy. He doesn't look like he can handle you. He looks like you could eat him alive."
Stiles expertly, and impressively twirled his bat then rested it on his shoulder with a lecherous smile. "Believe me, he already has. Multiple times."
Her face lit up. "Ooo Derek, I like this one! Let's keep him!"
Derek turned to Stiles. "I will buy everyone as much pie as they want. As long as you promise not to be friends with her."
Stiles put a hand on his cheek and looked into his eyes lovingly. "Derek, I love pie. I would do anything for pie. But if you think for one second we aren't going to make your life a living hell, you've got another thing coming."
Erica laughed and Stiles linked arms with her leaving Derek behind.
Scott gave him a pitying look. "He's just like that, no he will not apologize at any point. Get used to it, or get gone."
The fierce protectiveness reminded him of Laura, but not the alpha in her, the sister.
He nodded. "I'm acclimating fast."
Scott nodded and his normal puppish look was back.
Allison wrapped Scott's arm around her neck and spoke to him as she passed almost as an after thought, "Hurt him and I know the best wolfsbane to make you die the slowest and most painful."
Lydia just gave him a look that was somehow more terrifying that facing down fifty alphas that wanted his head. She hmphed and left.
Lizard man was next. "I hate Stilinski. But if I have to deal with his bitchin and crying I'll paralyze you and by the time I wrap my tail around your throat, you'll be begging me to kill you."
By far none of those comments prepared him for the last one. Especially not coming from a man he respected so much. The sheriff clapped him around the shoulders. "He is my world and the only thing I have left of her that means a damn. If you hurt him, know that you'll hurt five people irreparably. One, him. Two, yourself. Three, me. And son you don't want to cross a man who knows the law. We know how to break it, and get away with it."
Derek swallowed. There was nothing quite like a significant other's parent terrorizing you. "And the other two people sir?"
"It would be awful for your sisters to have to lose one of the only remaining family members they have left. Hurt my boy and I'll put you in a hole God herself couldn't find. And they will never know what happened to you." The sheriff smiled. He walked off.
Derek had never known terror until that moment. His future father-in-law was insane. His boyfriend's friends were insane. He remembered all of what just happened and freaked out.
Fuck. His boyfriend was insane!
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They rode separately, but as soon as they got there they all squished into the biggest setup the diner had. They all ordered food and ate like they were starved. Everyone was laughing and getting along just as much as they bickered. Erica and Jackson instantly mixed like oil and water, but Boyd and Lydia were deep in conversation. Derek could tell this would work, could feel it.
His eyes were glassy and he felt someone squeeze his hand. He looked down and then over at Stiles. He squeezed his hand back.
Stiles looked happy. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah. Just, thank you."
Stiles tilted his head. "For what?"
Derek leaned over to kiss his forehead and then brought his knuckles to his lips. "For showing me, that homes shouldn't be taken. They should be shared."
Stiles grinned at him and then leaned his head on Derek's shoulder as he finished both of their curly fries.
The terror was worth it. Everything was worth it when it came to Stiles.
The sheriff gave him a soft smile. He leaned over to clap Derek's shoulder. "Welcome to the family son." His attention quickly wandered again.
Derek looked down to a beaming Stiles. "You look like you've seen a ghost."
"I think I'm just realizing the possibility of something wasn't as dead to me as I thought." Derek smiled with shiny eyes.
Stiles leaned up for a kiss. It was too much grin and a weird angle, but Derek swore it was the best kiss that had ever happened. Stiles pulled back with a fond look. "Welcome home."
Inscrutable: Impossible to Understand or Interpret
Relationships: Stiles Stilinski x Original Female Character
Word Count: 6,186 6,485
Warnings: None
Author’s Note: I am back!!! Sorry for the delay I just had a really rough go for a couple weeks. Now, an angsty chapter that may wrap up well before shit starts to go down. Message me or send me an ask to be tagged!!
THIS PART OF INSCRUTABLE HAS BEEN UPDATED WITH MORE CONTENT AND HAS ALSO BEEN EDITED MORE THROUGHLY!
“Beacon Hills is honestly pretty chill right now, man.” Scott shrugged and ran a hand through his messy hair, looking over at Malia for her to confirm his statement. However, Stiles also knew his dad had told Scott to keep everything that had been going on in Beacon Hills on the down low from Stiles, not wanting him more distracted from school than he would be normally. Malia’s hesitant nod only aided in confirming Stiles’ suspicions. “Seriously!” Scott added when he saw Stiles’ gaze narrow. “Me and Derek got it, we’re like, a power couple?” His voice went up a little bit at the end, making it sound like a question. “Yeah, I think that’s the right term!” He just shrugged afterwards, not really caring if his terminology had been correct or not.
Malia rolled her eyes at Scott, “seriously, Stiles,” she started. “We have everything under control here, you and Lydia should just be concerned about college right now.” Stiles took a deep breath and shook his head, about to tell the pair he could see through their lies when his phone started ringing.
He quickly jerked his head over to where his phone sat on his bed and squinted, making sure he read the caller ID right. “Who’s that, bro?” Scott asked after seeing his best friend’s confused look.
“Uhh, Finley,” he said, picking up his phone and answering the call. “Hey, everything okay?” Stiles asked, his tone filled with genuine concern. Stiles knew that Finley had been going to see her dad earlier that morning, and he also knew from what she had said the night before that their relationship was slightly strained at the moment to say the least.
“No. Stiles, I- I need to talk to you.” Her voice cracked towards the end and Stiles’ eyes widened as he looked up to see Scott and Malia watching and listening in confusion. Thank God they couldn’t use their were-hearing to listen in on the phone call, if they could Scott would have even more questions than he already would.
Stiles took in a sharp breath, “okay,” he tried to sound as soothing as possible, now would not be the best time for his anxiety to take over. Well take over noticeably, he already felt himself starting to panic slightly. “Right now, you’re safe though?” He tried to run through questions he knew his dad would as if he received a similar phone call. Stiles heard a small ‘mmhum’ from Finley and let out a sigh of relief. “Do you need me to come get you from somewhere, I can’t drive since I don’t have a car here, but I can come get you.”
“No,” she sniffled. Why would she be crying? “I just think I need to talk to you; can you meet me at my dorm in like an hour and a half?” An hour and a half seemed awfully long when she clearly sounded upset. However, if that’s how long she needed he would agree.
Stiles looked at the clock on his desk and noticed it had already passed noon. The pair had slept in until nearly ten, but he didn’t realize it had already hit noon. By the time he got to her dorm it would be nearly two in the afternoon. “I can do that,” he said, “do you need me to bring anything,”
“No, thank you,” she said quietly. “I’ll see you soon?”
Stiles couldn’t help but smile a little bit, despite how upset she sounded. He watched Scott raise his eyebrow and smirk and Stiles rolled his eyes at his best friend before responding. “I’ll see you soon,” he went to pull the phone away from his face before adding, “call sooner if you need anything.” After hearing an ‘okay’ he said goodbye before hanging up.
Stiles saw Scott and Malia still watching him. “So?” Scott dragged out the word.
“She asked if I could swing by her dorm in an hour and a half,” Stiles looked down at his phone, confused. “She sounded like she was- crying?” He watched Malia’s face morph into confusion while Scott pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, clearly thinking. Which could be dangerous. At least there wasn’t any smoke coming out of his ears this time. Stiles swore it used to happen in school on occasion.
Stiles sank back into his bed even more than he had been before letting out a long sigh, pulling at the ends of his messy hair. “Uhh,” Scott started, “did anything like happen last night that could trigger a reaction like that?” He asked, clearly trying to help Stiles think over possibilities as to why Finley would be crying and want to see him.
“N- no,” Stiles stuttered out trying to think, “she seemed - well she got upset talking about like couples and how she’s never had a boyfriend or even a fling,” he spoke. “I don’t - I really don’t think talking about this would help my anxiety at all right now so, if we can just not focus on that I’d be happy,” Stiles started fidgeting with his fingers.
“Yeah, totally man,” Scott smiled. “So, Chris and my Mom last weekend-”
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Finley walked into her room and dropped her backpack on her floor, not caring about the new files her father had given her at the office earlier that morning. If they wrinkled in her bag, then so be it. She hadn’t even bothered to ask what they had in them after they had been handed to her. She shoved them into her bag before going off on a ramble about Stiles and how she hated how right everything felt with him. That had been before she got dragged to lunch with her uncle and wound up leaving the restaurant like some type of lunatic though.
Pulling off her wet long sleeve shirt she dropped it in the middle of the floor with a loud, wet plop and sat down on her desk chair to pull off her jeans that stuck to her legs. She knew that her suitemates would still be out to lunch with a few of the guys on the men’s lacrosse team, so she didn’t care about pushing the bathroom door open in only her bra and underwear, both also soaked through.
She pulled her bra and underwear off before looking herself over in the mirror. She still felt chilled to the bone from her walk back to campus in the rain, especially since it had been an unusually cold day. She looked exhausted, like she hadn’t slept in weeks. She let out a long breath of air and poked at the bags under her eyes. She had gotten the best sleep she had in months the night before, but she couldn’t help but feel absolutely exhausted. Talking about her family tended to do that to her though. It would forever be a topic that mentally drained her, no matter who she talked to about it with.
Finley made sure to lock the bathroom door that led into her suitemates’ room, just in case, before starting the shower, turning the handle to as hot as she knew she could tolerate without burning her skin. It would heal over almost immediately, but blistering her skin never tended to feel great. Stepping into the shower and letting the water run over her body, Finley felt her shoulders drop and her clenched jaw loosen, heaps of tension running out of her body and down the drain with the water.
Resting her back against the tile wall of the shower, Finley closed her eyes and tried not to cry, tried to continue to let the water wash away her problems, even if it only lasted a few minutes. She wished that the water could wash away the memories she had of the past year and a half of her life, she wished she could replace them with something new, something better. However, she had accepted the past year months earlier, understanding that she couldn’t change things that had already happened. She also learned that dwelling on the memories would just make the recovery longer, harder; that wasn’t something she wanted to do to herself.
Finally opening her eyes again, Finley went through her shower routine slowly, trying to let water relax her tense body even more. After finishing rinsing any trace of suds out of her hair and off her body, Finley turned the water off before stepping out of the shower and wrapping a fluffy towel around herself, thanking her past self for doing laundry yesterday afternoon. She picked up her soaked bra and underwear before wandering back into her room. Closing her blinds, and setting her soaked undergarments in her hamper, Finley then dropped her towel from around her body and used it to dry off her hair, shivering while the cold air wrapped around her again.
“Hoodie, hoodie, hoodie,” she mumbled to herself while sifting through the things she had hung up in her closet. Finally pulling out one of her old lacrosse hoodies from high school, she threw it on her bed while grabbing clean underwear and a sports bra out of her drawers. After pulling her undergarments and a clean pair of shorts on she plugged in her diffuser and fairy lights before throwing her backpack with the files her dad had given her on her bed. She shrugged on her hoodie and climbed into her bed, taking a moment to compose herself fully.
Finley pulled one of her throw blankets over her lap before dragging her backpack closer and pulled her phone out of its front pocket and noticed calls from her father and uncle. After sending them both a text assuring them that she had gotten back to her dorm fine, she unzipped the largest pocket of her bag, dragging a heft stack of files out and setting them next to herself. She dropped her backpack on her floor with a quiet thud and pushed her glasses further up her nose, reaching over to her desk to grab her bag of highlighters and different colored pens. She needed to talk to Stiles, but until he got to her room, the files would have to serve as an adequate distraction.
She grabbed the first folder and noticed that a few staples had made indents that showed through the cover, turning it to the side she read the label on the tab. ‘J. Whittemore’, had been scrawled across the tab in a red sharpie, the handwriting definitely her father’s. She pulled it open and looked at the profile stapled to the inside, chewing on the inside of her cheek while she did so. She noticed something circled in red and her eyes were instantly drawn to it, the rest of the individual’s profile quickly being forgotten. The words ‘Attended Beacon Hills High School’ were those circled in red, the neat Times New Roman font almost mocking her while she read them over and over again.
Pulling the next file over to herself Finley Again read the identification tab, ‘L. Dunbar’. She again opened the folder and saw the same three words circled. Setting her highlighter down she laid all the files out on top of each other, the identification tabs lining up neatly.
L. Martin.
I. Lahey.
K. Yukimura.
M. Tate.
M. Hewit.
C. Bryant.
E. Steiner.
T. Raeken.
D. Hale. She paused on that file, her teeth pulling a layer of skin off her bottom lip while she chewed on it. Hale wasn’t exactly a common last name, and Finley would have called herself stupid if she wasn’t the least bit suspicious of what exactly lived inside the files. Deciding to look back at the file after she confirmed her suspicions, Finley read the next identification tab.
S. McCall. Most definitely Scott McCall, she knew that without even opening the file.
M. Stilinski. Stiles hadn’t mentioned his father’s first name in any of their meetings, and she had remembered him stating it had just been him and his dad since he had been ten. So, it had to be a file on his father, but why would her dad need one?
Pulling the file out for ‘D. Hale’, before she even opened it, she knew it would be Derek Hale’s. Finley’s Pack had quite the alliance with the Hale’s, both in New York and California before the fire happened, she knew Derek himself quite well as they weren’t all that far apart in age. After the fire in Beacon Hills though, the Mannulv Pack had lost touch with the Hale family who remained in California, although their alliance with the New York Hale’s remained strong.
Finley finally flipped the file open, and the identification photo stared back at her, it definitely was a picture of Derek, a much older Derek than she remembered, but still Derek. He no longer had the baby face that Finley remembered from when they had been younger, his features sharper and stubble covering his face. He had most definitely turned into the ‘handsome young man’, that Finley’s mother said he would years ago. She flipped through his entire file, noticing that much of it would be rather unnoteworthy, just normal facts about his life, his family, the fire. Nothing stuck out to Finley other than a warrant for ‘mass murder’ that had been dismissed.
With the Hale’s having once been the most powerful family in the were-community, and with the Mannulv family also having the same status, Finley had brushed shoulders with all of the Hale children when she had been younger. Cian had once looked up to Derek and always tried to talk to the older boy at weddings and other events that caused the two Packs to mingle, however, after the fire, Derek hadn’t been seen at any inter-pack events.
She opted to push Derek’s file aside and pull forward the one labeled ‘S. McCall’, Scott McCall’s file. Scott’s file was clearly the thickest in the pile, and Finley knew most of it would be information she didn’t need or want. She noted that the only thing that stood out had been the bolded line on his identification page stating that he had the current position of Alpha of the McCall pack, having presented as a True Alpha a few years earlier. Finley smirked and stacked Scott’s file on top of Derek’s. Two True Alpha’s meeting would be quite a rarity, but with Finley’s ability to control her territorial instincts and Scott’s rather limited knowledge on werewolf traditions, the pair would have no problem getting along. The other files that Finley’s father had given her had noted at the top of each first page that the individual was a member of the McCall Pack, but they presented to be a rather unusual mix of supernatural creatures.
After stacking all the remaining files together and setting them aside; Finley found her fingers wrapping around the final file, the file labeled ‘M. Stilinski’. She pulled her bottom lip before opening the folder, a picture of Stiles stapled to the cover and the bolded words, ‘Mieczyslaw “Stiles” Stilinski’, staring back at her. She quickly snapped the file closed before she picked up her phone and scrolled through her contacts. She pressed on her brother’s contact and hit the call button, her anxiety growing with every second that passed. She hadn’t gotten herself so worked up over something so quickly since her grandmother had told her she needed to move out of the main pack house for the ‘good of the family’.
She started to gnaw on her bottom lip even harder while she waited for an answer and groaned out loud when she got his voicemail greeting. “Fucking football,” she locked her phone and threw it on her bed. “Why did he have to be good at football!”
She needed something else to distract her, she needed something else to think about. Adding Stile’s file to the top of the pile she pushed herself off her bed and picked up her backpack. With shaky hands she shoved all of the files into the bag before walking over to her closet. Finley found herself pushing her clothes out of the way so she could get to the back corner. She pressed the bag as far into the corner as it could go, as if it would make the files disappear, and pushed everything back in front of it. She still had to tell Stiles everything, she owed him it. She just had to accept that he already knew more than she thought he did.
Finally, thinking of a distraction, Finley shuffled across her carpet and found herself in front of her wall of pictures. The same one that Stiles had been looking at the day before, admiring even. The thought of someone admiring the pictures of her and her family from the past year made her queasy, if only they all knew what had been going on. She swallowed thickly before looking at some of the pictures. Prom, nationals for her travel lacrosse team, all of her brother’s official college visits, she had plenty of good memories hung up on her wall. She would never deny that the wall had been filled with majority good memories. However, she also tried to hang up things that would make it seem as if she had a normal family life. It all felt fake, like she had put a huge lie up on display for anyone who entered her room to see.
She had so many pictures of her family hung up, so many pictures she had to force herself to smile in, had to force herself to appear happy and healthy for. Pictures of her family in the pack house for birthday’s. Movie nights she had with her cousins before she moved into the guest cabin. She saw a picture of her entire family at the lake on their property for her and Cian’s birthday the previous year. After tearing her eyes away from the wall, Finley actually had to keep herself from getting nauseous at the memory. The twins’ last birthday at home had been a couple of months after they found out Finley had presented as a True Alpha and her grandmother hadn’t wanted to invite her to the party at all that day. She had only planned on throwing a party for Cian and had wanted to let Maxwell handle Finley, the animosity between Finley and her grandmother still too strong. The wounds were still too fresh.
Finley pulled her bottom lip between her teeth again and shuffled over to her desk, opening the top drawer she saw the pack of pushpins she had purchased to hang the photos up sitting right on top. Taking the plastic container between her hands she set it on the heating unit in front of her window, flipping the safety latch and opening it. Without thinking her hands started moving on her wall, pulling colored pushpins out of the corners of various pictures, letting the photos fall to the floor and putting the pushpins back in the right section of the container according to their colors.
Finley had just pulled the last pushpin out of a picture from her sweet sixteen when she heard a knock on the door. She quickly turned on her heel, ignoring the tears she felt quickly gathering in the corners of her eyes, and set her foot flat on to the ground. “Motherfucker!” She felt a push-pin stick into the ball of her foot. Pulling it out she threw it in the garbage can before pausing near her door.
Stiles’ heartbeat sounded fast, too fast to write off as elevated just from him walking over to her dorm from his. He smelled like pure anxiety and nerves, she noticed it seeping under the door causing her face to scrunch up in disgust; anxiety had always been Finley’s least favorite of the emotions to be able to pick up on. It smelled tangy and sour, sometimes people’s anxiety would be so strong she swore she could taste it; like rotten lemons mixed with curdled milk. Putting her hand on the cool metal handle of her door she closed her eyes and felt the lock pop as it opened. There would be no going back now. “Hey, sorry to like,” she looked down at her feet while she opened the door, “do this,” why did she want to cry?
“No!” Stiles cleared his throat, waving his hands in front of himself. “I mean,” he sighed, “don’t be sorry, okay? I wasn’t sure if you were okay when you called and I just wanted to make sure you were,” he stepped into Finley’s dorm when she backed away from the door to let him in. He immediately noticed pictures scattered carelessly across her floor, some face up and some face down. There seemed to be no rhyme or reason as to where they were scatted in the room, and he noticed her wall of photos seemed to be mostly empty compared to yesterday. Did her make her uncomfortable looking at them? Oh god, he hoped not. She didn’t seem to mind then, but what if that had just been her being polite? Stiles took in a deep breath and turned back to Finley who still stood with her door open.
Sighing, Finley closed her door and Stiles watched her pick up a soaked gray hoodie from on her empty desk and she hung it on the hook on the back of her door, a few drops of water falling off the sleeve cuffs. A pair of wet sneakers had been kicked into the corner of her room and a towel hung off the post of her bed. “I just- I got into it with my dad and uncle earlier,” she mumbled, bending down to pick up some of the photos on her carpet. Stiles tried to gauge her mood but couldn’t quite put his thumb on her emotions. Angry. Upset. Hurt. He wasn’t quite sure.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Stiles kneeled to pick up some of the photos Finley hadn’t yet collected, it seemed like a better solution than standing in her room awkwardly waiting for her to speak. He heard her let out a shaky sigh as she stood up, putting the photos in her hand on her bed. Stiles followed her actions and put the photos he had on top of her pile. Finley climbed into her bed and patted the mattress next to her.
Stiles toed off his shoes and left them on the edge of her carpet, momentarily wiggling his sock covered toes into the soft material of her carpet. He shuffled across the carpet and pushed himself up on to Finley’s bed, a dull ache from his first week of lacrosse still pulling at his muscles. He made sure that he left a comfortable distance between them, not wanting to make her uncomfortable, although she had seemed perfectly comfortable with him the night before. “I don’t exactly want to,” he watched her pull her bottom lip between her teeth, “but I feel like we need to. Sooner rather than later,” she added the last part after a small pause.
“Finley, if you’re not com-”
“I’m never going to be comfortable talking about who, or I guess what I am. I’m never going to be comfortable talking about my family,” she saw Stiles open his mouth but cut him off, “but sometimes you have to step outside your comfort zone to set things right in life, Stiles.” She crossed her legs and turned to face him, her lip pulled between her bottom lip and a tight crease formed in her forehead while she started flipping through the photos that sat between them.
Stiles watched her shaky fingers flip through the photos, pausing on some for a few seconds before flipping to the next.
Eventually she settled on one, it pictured a large group of people, and she turned it face down between them. “So,” she looked up at him through the lenses of her glasses, her eyes red from crying and small bags starting to form under them. “I don’t really want to scare you away or anything, but uhh my family is kind of umm,” she trailed off, “unique.”
“Unless your family is running some super-secret and super fucked up cult I don’t think you can scare me away,” he laughed to try and lighten the mood. “You don’t know a lot about Beacon Hills,” he added to the end.
He watched Finley’s eyes widen before she let out a long sigh, “actually,” she said the word so quietly Stiles almost didn’t hear it. Did her family really run a super-secret, fucked up cult? “Y’know how my dad works for the CIA?” Stiles nodded slowly, wondering where Finley could possibly be taking the conversation. “Well, as you’ll find out one day. A lot of ‘conspiracy theories’ are true, and a lot of the time, the CIA is working on these things that people will tout as not possible, but you knew that already.”
“Okay,” Stiles dragged the word out, unsure where the conversation would head next. Hopefully it didn’t hang a left down Psycho Lane. “Like aliens being real or the concept that the world is really run by a singular governmental unit?” He offered two of the theories he knew were tossed around the internet quite often. Once he noticed a small smile pulled at the corner of Finley’s lips, he knew he had slightly diffused the tension in the room for a moment.
“Well,” she swallowed. “I can tell you I know who Scott McCall is, and I know Derek Hale uhh personally-” she trailed off for a few seconds. “And I know all about Scott’s Pack, your Pack” she flipped over the photo, Stiles’ heart beating even faster. “And I know that this is my Pack,” Stiles scanned the picture over, “well some of my Pack, that’s my immediate family.” There were probably about twenty people gathered around a lake, all squished very close together and smiling brightly. All except for Finley. She had a wide smile in the picture, but it wasn’t genuine. She didn’t have the usual dimples she would get when she actually smiled, and it didn’t quite reach her eyes.
Finley pulled a few more pictures out of the pile and laid them out “I know that my dad and his four brothers are weres, that my grandma gave my grandpa the bite right before they got married.” She pointed to a picture of six individuals in front of the same lake, parents and four young boys all squished close together in it. They all looked strikingly similar, even for siblings.
“Who’s who?” Stiles found himself asking, leaning closer to Finley so he could see the picture better. He heard Finley take in a deep breath before she pulled another picture out of the pile. It pictured her in a short red cupcake dress that seemed to be covered in crystals, four men gathered around her and a wide smile on all of their faces.
“Obviously,” she pointed to the man to her left, “that’s my dad. That’s my uncle Cayden,” she pointed to the man on her right, “next to my dad is Jordan and then next to Cayden is Todd.” She let out a quiet sigh before tucking the picture back into the pile. Stiles just nodded slowly, processing all the information.
A comfortable silence fell between the two while Finley flipped through pictures again, picking out another before she started talking. “I can tell you that most of my cousins are also weres and so are their kids,” she handed him a picture of her and Cian laying on the floor under a pile of younger kids. He saw adults laughing in the background and assumed those were the younger kids’ parents. There were so many kids in the photo, he had counted a baker’s dozen, that he wasn’t quite sure how anyone could handle them, but then again werewolf packs tended to share the child rearing duties. Stiles had done extensive research when Scott had first been turned, so he knew much more than he would usually admit.
“And the pups are absolutely adorable when they chase you around full shift, like little puppies just learning to walk,” she flashed Stiles a picture of two wolf pups, her younger cousins, and even when they puppy pile you on the floor they’re kind of cute.” He saw a fond smile grace her face, obviously attached to the younger kids in her family. “I took care of them pretty often, I mean when my grandma still trusted me,” her smile faded.
She grabbed a picture of her and Cian together, laying out in the middle of a large field, the almost full moon bright in the sky above them. “I can also tell you that Cian and I also happen to be weres ourselves, even though my mom never took the bite from my grandma, our Alpha.”
Finley looked up to Stiles when she finished speaking, her hands shaking much less and her anxiety decreasing with each breath she took. She noticed that Stiles’ heart still beat unusually fast, but he didn’t smell like anxiety anymore. His scent had returned to the one she had found comfort in the day before, he smelled warm and welcoming, she wanted to roll in that scent and never forget it. “So,” Stiles trialed off, picking up the photo of her family and looking it over. “You’re like all born wolves?” He asked.
Finley laughed lightly when he didn’t freak out, knowing she definitely wanted to keep him around now. “For the most part,” she let out a long sigh, “a couple of my aunts took the bite from my grandma and others didn’t.” She started flipping through pictures again. “But that’s my pack. That’s more of what a typical pack would look like, if you compare it to Scott’s obviously.” She watched Stiles set down the photo and he turned to face her. “And I totally understand if you want to like, not talk other than for the project just that had been eating away at me for a few weeks. Especially with Scott coming to visit soon, I didn’t want you to find out then because once we met it would be a dead giveaway. I just needed to tell you, it felt wrong not to, especially when you already know about our little world.”
Finley watched Stiles sink further back into her mattress while he shook his head, “I’ll stay,” he offered a smile, “as long as you get me that magic heating pad again?” Finley laughed and nodded, pushing herself off the bed and grabbing the heating pad from where she had left it on her floor that morning. She plugged it into her extension cord and handed it to Stiles before climbing back into her bed.
“Y’know, if you want me to like, take away the pain I’m able to do that right?” She offered. She saw Stiles’ eyes widen and he adjusted the heating pad on his back. His heartbeat had slowed down some, but it wasn’t quite at a normal resting rate yet, she assumed his discomfort contributed slightly. Finley assumed that his heart beating slightly father though would probably be normal, considering he had just found out he never really would be escaping the supernatural that he lived with in Beacon Hills.
He closed his eyes and knotted his fingers together on his stomach, a sated smile on his face. “So, all of you are able to do that?” Finely crawled closer and let out a quiet hum in acknowledgement.
“Some are better at it than others though,” she set her left hand over his that were clasped together, she felt her wolf dying to get even closer to Stiles in the back of her mind but pushed it away. “I learned really fast,” she watched Stiles’ pain climb up her arm and watched it fade under the rolled-up sleeve of her hoodie. “Took my brother a lot longer to learn that it took me.” Once she saw Stiles relax fully into her mattress and noticed his heart rate seemed normal again, she moved her hand off his despite her wolf trying to push her to be even closer to him still.
Stiles opened one of his eyes to look at her, watching her crawl off her bed with her photos in hand. A comfortable silence fell between the pair and Stiles watched Finley slide a drawer on her one desk open. He noticed that Finley would look at each photo before she would place it inside the drawer, pausing longer on some than others. “So,” he opened both his eyes now and watched her closely, “why’d you take them all down?” He watched her pause for a second, bending the corner of the photo currently on top.
“Complicated family dynamics,” she dumped the rest of the photos into the drawer without looking at any and closed it. “I uhh-” Finley sighed. “I don’t get along too well with some people in my family,” she shrugged and crawled into her bed again, lifting the blanket so she could slide her legs under it.
Stiles sat up and lifted his side of her comforter, sliding underneath himself before settling the heating pad on his lower back again. He wasn’t in pain anymore, but the heat brought him a strange sense of comfort. “Like cousins or?”
“Damn, digging deep already,” Finley let out a quiet laugh that Stiles barely heard while she grabbed an extra pillow to lean against. “Well, you know how pack dynamics work somewhat, I’m sure,” she looked over to Stiles and he just nodded.
“Alphas and Betas and all that,” he added, hoping to ease Finley’s nerves slightly. “Scott’s an Alpha, Liam’s his Beta.”
“Scott’s a True Alpha,” Finley quickly corrected him. “Pretty rare if you want the facts about it,” she pulled at the loose strings of her comforter that covered her lap. Stiles could tell she wanted to tell him something but couldn’t find the words to say whatever it was, but he wouldn’t push her into territory she would be uncomfortable in. “Most packs don’t work that way, a true Alpha turning a Beta and so on, most are pretty structured. Throw in a True Alpha and forget it,” she snapped her fingers, “pack order and unity gone.”
Stiles sat up and decided to lean against the wall next to Finley, their legs close enough to touch if either decided to move even a fraction of an inch. Stiles felt oddly drawn to Finley, the night before had been the best he slept since moving into American. With Finley so close to him again he felt strangely safe, comfortable, and relaxed. “So, most packs work like the Hale’s did?” He asked, watching Finley’s reactions. He noticed her stiffen slightly before nodding.
“My Pack is a lot older than the Hale Pack, but similar enough,” she replied. “My grandma, my dad’s mom, is the Alpha right now, her dad before her was the Alpha but he didn’t have any sons, so his daughter took over when he was ready to transfer his power.” She shifted closer to Stiles and felt her leg bump into his, she waited for him to move away, but he didn’t. She let the warmth from his body calm her wolf slightly and let out a long sigh. “So, by tradition my grandma’s oldest son would take the pack after she passed,” Finley trailed off.
Stiles turned his head so he could see her better, “but?” he asked curiously, knowing there would be a but based on Finley’s body language and tone.
“But that position isn’t up for grabs really anymore,” she quickly pulled her legs up to her chest, wrapping her arms around her legs and resting her chin on her knees. “When a pack that already has an Alpha also has a True Alpha in it, that True Alpha will take the Alpha’s position when they pass or decide to pass on their powers,” Stiles watched her close her eyes and take a deep breath in, a few tears gathering at the corner of her eyes.
Without really thinking, Stiles wrapped his arm around Finley’s shoulders, pulling her into his side. Her head fell on to his shoulder and he hear her stifle a laugh, “we don’t have to keep talking about this y’know?”
“No, it’s fine. I’m fine,” she reached up to grab his hand that hunger over her shoulder. Stiles watched as she started to absentmindedly play with his fingers before she started speaking again, “so when I presented as a True Alpha before I turned seventeen,” she trailed off for a moment. “It kind of caused some complications in the family, but everyone got over it but my grandma.”
Stiles just nodded along, still watching Finley play with his fingers while she thought, the silence between the two a comfortable one. “Really?” he asked after the silence had been stretched out longer, “she knows who’s next in line, she can help you learn,” he added.
Finley let out a mix between a snort and a laugh and turned so she could see him better. “Wow, someone else here thinks logically,” she rested her head on his shoulder, resuming playing with his fingers. “I’ve tried to explain that to her y’know? She didn’t get it though.”
“It’s the most logical explanation!” Stiles stated matter-of-factly, “how could she not understand that?” He shook his head. “I thought that Alpha’s were supposed to be smart, but Scott is obviously another exception to that rule.”
Finley just laughed quietly as Stiles talked, “I really need to keep you around now,” she mumbled.
“Oh, I wasn’t planning on going anywhere,” Stiles placed a kiss to the top of Finley’s head, the action feeling natural. “It may not have been what I expected, but I’ve adjusted before and I can adjust again,” he rested his chin on the top of Finley’s head, a comfortable slice falling around them again.
Finley felt herself let out a happy rumble, deep from within her chest, something that hadn’t happened in over a year. She knew Stiles would be staying now and it had settled her wolf, something no one had been able to do since the day she presented as a True Alpha. They would most definitely need to have the ‘mates talk’ sooner rather than later, but for now Finley finally felt content and happy. She deserved to bask in the feeling for a little while, she really deserved it.Tagging those who have expressed interest: @stixnstripesworld @kellysashcroft
You & Me & The Bottle Makes 3 Tonight by beakanoma
[2467w | Teen]
Stiles doesn't wanna look like a square at Danny's bash so he's forced to ask that moldy fig Derek for help. Turns out the cat's more hip than Stiles thought. Pretty soon, the two are on the hook made in the shade. OR, Stiles accidentally takes Derek to a 1950s theme party.
Here’s a snippet, in case anyone needs any convincing:
“He’s not my cousin y’know.”
“Yeah, I kinda figured that out already,” Danny replies with an indulgent grin. “Derek Hale, right?”
“What, did all those WANTED posters last year give it away?”
“Pretty much,” Danny laughs. “But I figured he wasn’t your cousin before that.”
“‘Miguel’ probably wasn’t the best cover name,” Stiles reasons.
“That,” Danny says slowly, “and I don’t think a guy is supposed to look at his cousin the way he looks at you.”
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