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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Underage
Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Lydia Martin/Jackson Whittemore, Allison Argent/Isaac Lahey/Scott McCall, Vernon Boyd/Erica Reyes, Chris Argent/Peter Hale
Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Lydia Martin, Jackson Whittemore, Allison Argent, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Isaac Lahey, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd, Peter Hale, Heather (Teen Wolf), Chris Argent, Jennifer Blake, Greenberg (Teen Wolf), Bobby Finstock, Alan Deaton, Laura Hale, Original Male Character(s), Matt Daehler
Additional Tags: POV Derek, Alternate Universe - High School, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Human, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff and Angst, Angst and Humor, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Teen Angst, Smut, Homophobia, Internalized Homophobia, Homophobic Language, Male Homosexuality, Homosexuality, Lesbian Character, Light BDSM, Bisexuality, Bisexual Male Character, Bisexual Derek Hale, Bisexual Stiles Stilinski, Pansexual Character, Polyamory, Lacrosse, Beacon Hills Lacrosse Team, Lacrosse Player Derek, Lacrosse Player Stiles Stilinski, Lacrosse Team, Snark, Companionable Snark, Blushing, Stiles Stilinski Has a Crush on Lydia Martin, Stiles Stilinski Has a Crush on Derek Hale, Stiles Has a Crush, Derek Has a Crush on Stiles, Mathematics, School, Party, Scott McCall & Stiles Stilinski Friendship, Derek Hale & Lydia Martin Friendship, Vernon Boyd & Derek Hale Friendship, Derek Hale & Erica Reyes Friendship, Friendship, Friends to Lovers, Chess, Past Derek Hale/Paige, Bad Flirting, Flirting, Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski UST, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Alive Laura Hale, Alternate Hale Fire, Hale Fire Survivors, Music, Musical References, Cultural References, Scott is a Good Friend, Protective Scott, Drawing, Art, Pining Derek, Jealous Derek, Artist Derek, Sexuality Crisis, Sexuality, Adolescent Sexuality, Alternative Sexuality, Sexual Fantasy, Explicit Sexual Content, Sexual Tension, Blow Jobs, First Time Blow Jobs, Sexual Violence, Dom/sub, Dom Derek, Sub Stiles, Humor, Some Humor, Nerd Stiles, Jock Derek, Classical Music, Asshole Derek, Colors, Arcades, First Dates, Ice Cream, Embarrassment, Coming Out, Coming of Age, Coming In Pants, Dancing, Slow Dancing, Derogatory Language, Biphobia, Poetry, Tea, Love Confessions, Polyamorous Character, Frottage, Role-Playing Game, Rough Oral Sex, Rough Kissing, Making Out, Asphyxiation, Autoerotic Asphyxiation, Hand Jobs, Wordcount: 10.000-30.000, Tags Are Fun, Beacon Hills High School, Swearing, Teenagers, Alternate Universe - Teenagers, Teen Years, Teen Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Wordcount: Over 10.000, Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Endgame, Popularity, Popular Derek, Self-Discovery, Self-Acceptance, Self-Reflection, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Nerdiness, Happy Ending, Fluffy Ending
Summary:
Stiles slowly pulls in a mouthful of curly fries, dumbly focused on the task.
''It's weirdly homoerotic how you do this,'' muses Derek, eyeing him.
Stiles chokes and Derek's lips curl up into an almost smile. It's so easy to get the reaction he wants from Stiles.
''Yeah, it's disgusting, Stilinski,'' says Jackson, looking at the boy with distaste.
Derek turns to him, letting his eyebrows rise. ''And who asked you, Whittemore?''
Jackson glances at him, surprised. ''I've just agreed with y-''
''No one cares,'' Derek interrupts him. ''Fuck off.''
Hey! This is my Sterek Secret Santa gift for @inatshej. I have been a bit disconnected from the fandom and writing, so I hope you and everyone else enjoy your gift.
*****
Miscontructed
When Stiles was 18, he feel in love for the first time. At the age of 22- standing in the local grocery store debating between kettle cooked and baked BBQ chips- Stiles realized he never feel out of it. He watched from the corner of his eye as Derek Hale, paramedic and Alpha in training of the Hale pack snapped at the person on the other side of the heated phone call. Stiles prayed silently that his pulse stayed steady as Derek huffed a sigh. The four years since stiles had seen him did nothing to lessen Derek's good looks. The Alpha power settled well into his jawline and broad shoulders. Derek had always been good looking but now he was almost criminally good looking.
Stiles spent more than enough time with the Hales, and he could sympathize with Derek's frustration especially when Laura was involved. Stiles had spent most of his high school years priming his spark into the beginnings of his witch craft. When senior year came, to appease Talia Hale her husband Michael and his own father Stiles followed his dream to get a masters of Business degree for his own shop one day and along the way he chose to get a teaching certificate to sub for the elementary school if needed.
Hi, I've a bit of a stupid question. I read Collared by VelvetMace and it's probably the best fanfiction I've ever read. I was thinking of translating it to French and asked the author but it seems they aren't active anymore. I've heard that people react differently to the possibility of their works translated, and I don't want to translate without the author's agreement, so I guess I should give up. Still, I thought that maybe someone was in a similar situation or knows more about VelvetMace?
Hey Lovely!
Ah, yeah, in my experience with discussions from authors, they do prefer if you do contact them before translating their fic, and most will say “sure!”, but it’s honestly just good practice to ask creators if you can use their works for other things. While your translations IS under fair use and protected by Creative Commons, if you respect an author or artist, don’t use or alter their works until you have expressed permission from them because that’s just a nice thing to do :)
So, that said, if the author happens to see this post, this lovely is looking to contact you for translation!! Otherwise, I’m sure a lot of other authors would LOVE a French translator for their fics, so I’ll put a callout for those ones too if you’re interested in translating for other people :)
Evanescent—introvert Derek and popular jock Stiles are both in high school and the same age in this story. Although the past isn’t discussed in detail, Derek’s entire family (except for Laura) was killed in a fire and he had been involved with Kate Argent at some point. Now living with Laura as his sole guardian, Derek is depressed, emotionally closed off, and hates prolonged human contact. Stiles asks him to be his partner on a history project for class and they begin a tentative friendship. Well, Stiles pretty much drags him kicking and screaming into a friendship with the possibility for more. Also, Derek is on the asexuality spectrum and wants to take things as slow as possible or maybe not at all to be honest. Stiles, on the other hand, is gay, out and proud, and highly attracted to Derek; he makes plenty of mistakes on his own as he fumbles his way through romance. Good story!
For @inatshej. I’ve never written a high school AU before, but I wanted to make Inatshej’s secret santa dreams come true. I hope I did your wishes justice <3
CW for homophobic bullying, but it's not the focus of the story. Also, there is brief mention of the death of Stiles' mother.
Read On AO3
*****
To Be Held By You
Derek knew there must be something wrong with him from a young age. He knew because how many times had his parents given their speech about the importance of raising the next generation for werewolf society? How many times had his uncle given the “werewolves will become endangered species if we don't procreate more” speech at a pack meeting? His purpose in life was to raise more cubs, and that required Derek to kiss a girl. He tried touching himself to pictures of Taylor Swift, but at the moment of truth his mind wandered back to Taylor Lautner.
High school proved even more challenging. Derek tried to join in his teammates’ objectifying discussions about their substitute teacher, Ms. Argent, but he felt like an obvious impostor. After basketball practice Derek hung back to shoot extra baskets to avoid being in the locker room. Later, to his dismay, someone else drew his eye in chemistry class.
“Mr. Stilinski. Glad you could finally join us,” Mr. Harris bit out as Stiles’ desk scraped against the floor.
Stiles looked lovely with flushed cheeks, Derek grudgingly admitted to himself.
“Sorry, I overslept. I had a busy night looking for that dead body in the woods.”
Mr. Harris gave a tight lipped smile while the rest of the class laughed at Stiles. Stiles either didn’t seem to care or didn’t realize the laughter was directed at him.
Jackson’s voice cut above the cruel raucous. “Stilinski here thinks he’s Scooby-Doo.” And then Jackson started barking obnoxiously.
Derek wanted to crawl under his desk. They sounded like a butchered version of a pack of angry basset hounds and it grated at his sensitive hearing. Not to mention poor Stiles. Derek watched to see his reaction, but Stiles just caught Derek’s stare and rolled his eyes. Derek’s face heated, and he glanced away.
***
Erica nudged Derek’s side. “Scott and Stiles are here.”
Derek glanced up from his plastic cup. The pounding beat of the bass almost drowned out her voice, and Derek had no way of hearing what Stiles was saying across the huge loft. His eyesight was certainly good enough to admire Stiles’ tight t-shirt though. “You know him?”
“Who, Stiles? Of course. I had a huge crush on him in middle school actually.”
Derek coughed on his next sip. “I thought he was a new kid.”
Erica waved her hand. “Nope. Actually, he’s the sheriff’s kid. Just took some time off last year because his mom was in the hospital.”
Derek braced himself. “Is she…?”
Erica nodded gravely. “She didn’t make it. But he seems like he’s back to his old self now. Want to see if they want some company?”
Derek tried in vain to grab her sleeve before she sauntered off. “No, Erica, wait-!” Derek waved away a girl’s paintbrush as he craned his neck to see what Erica’s was planning. Luckily, Derek could see through the throngs of people in the dim lights and glowing that Erica got sidetracked by running into Boyd. There was no distraction more helpful than the guy Erica was currently crushing on. However, unluckily, Stiles also got distracted. A pretty brunette with neon orange lips grabbed Stiles’ hand and dragged him to the dance floor. Derek strained to hear, but to no avail.
All the DJ’s songs blended into one another, so Derek couldn’t tell how much time passed. Eventually Erica sauntered over, happily under Boyd’s arm. In tow, was Stiles. It seemed they were all in the middle of a conversation.
Erica poked Stiles’ arm. “I thought you were into guys?”
Stiles took a gulp of his drink. “What do you mean?”
“You were making out with Caitlin. What about your crush on Danny sophomore year?”
Stiles scoffed. “Erica, I will have you know I am an equal opportunity lover.” At her smirk, he added, “I’m bisexual! Ever heard of it?”
Boyd gave Stiles a fist bump. “That’s cool, man.”
Stiles grinned and cupped his hands around his mouth to shout into the mess of writhing bodies. It was impossible he would be heard over the pounding music, but his new friends would hear. “I’M BISEXUAL AND I’M SINGLE!” His laugh warmed the already hot loft space. “Hey, I’m Stiles, by the way.” And then he winked at Derek.
Oh shit. Derek’s crush just got slightly more attainable. And that scared him.
***
On Monday at school Derek found Stiles waiting by his locker. “Hey dude, you’re looking pretty as ever.”
Derek gulped. “Um.”
Stiles stepped out of the way of Derek’s locker so he could put his backpack away. He licked his lips and his heart beat wildly. “So...Harris is making us pick lab partners today in chemistry. And I was thinking-”
Jackson’s bellow from the end of the hall cut in. “Yo Stilinski! Who let you into the party on Friday? Everyone knows you’re a narc!”
Stiles rolled his eyes. “You’re just jealous I wouldn’t dance with you, Whittmore.”
Jackson strode closer. “You hear that everybody? Stiles wanted me to dance with him.” He loomed over Stiles then and Stiles had to push his shoulders back against the lockers. “Too bad. I don’t dance with f*gs who run home and tell the Sheriff I host parties at my parent’s loft property.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
Jackson sneered. “Don’t play innocent. My parents took my car keys and you’re going to pay for it. Just you wait.”
Stiles barked out a laugh. “You seriously think the Sheriff’s department gives a shit about you? Your parents probably found out because Matt tagged you on Facebook.”
That only seemed to enrage Jackson more. “You calling me stupid?” Jackson clenched his fist, but before he could move his arm, Derek wrenched Jackson’s arm back. The growing crowd backed up, expecting a brawl.
Derek usually tried to stay under the radar. If he got in any fights it could put their whole pack in jeopardy. The student body witnessing a 17 year old kid win a fight with ease and then walk away without a scratch always seemed too risky. But for Stiles, Derek acted without thinking.
Stiles’ eyes widened as Derek grabbed Jackson’s shoulder and shoved him to the other side of the locker bay. “Don’t touch him!” Derek’s barely contained strength hinted at a power Jackson could only dream of.
Jackson struggled against him, but couldn’t get loose. “Whoa, chill out, Hale,” Jackson sputtered. “It was just a joke.” Derek smelled the beginnings of fear now.
Derek leaned over Jackson to growl in his ear. “Leave Stiles alone or I won’t hold back next time.” He released Jackson, but not before flashing his eyes for good measure. Jackson’s veneer of superiority completely dropped away to reveal wide eyes. Satisfied, Derek dropped his arms and stepped back.
Jackson pushed his way through the onlookers. “Get out of my way, Greenberg.”
Derek shuddered. Shit. If his mom got wind of this…
“Dude! That was awesome!” They both glanced at the still gathered crowd. “Let’s get out of here.”
Derek followed Stiles down the hallway and around the corner into an empty classroom. “Isn’t this room usually locked during first period?”
Stiles grinned, eyes sparkling. “I have my ways.” Up close like this Derek could see they were about the same height.
The lights were off, but Derek’s eyesight picked up bean bags strewn in the corner.
“Don’t worry. I’ve memorized Ms. Blake’s schedule, because Scott and Allison sneak in here all the time to make out,” Stiles whispered into the dim light.
Derek took a shallow breath and scented the arousal permeating the bean bag chairs. He visibly blanched.
“Oh! Not that I brought you in here to make out!” Stiles reddened and took a step back from him. Derek missed the heat of his body. “I just wanted to get you away from the prying eyes before someone realized you were a werewolf.”
Derek’s stomach dropped. Had he let his family’s secret up after all? “What did you say?”
Stiles stopped short. “Was I not supposed to say anything?”
“How-, What-What do you know?”
“Relax, Derbear. I’m not a hunter or anything. My best friend’s a werewolf.” Stiles reached for his shoulder. He probably meant it to be a reassuring hold, but Derek couldn’t help but think this is the first time Stiles ever touched him. The heat and pressure of his hand left Derek reeling.
It took Derek a second to comprehend. “...Scott?”
“Yep,” Stiles said. Stiles gave his shoulder a final pat and took his hand off. “Bit by a rogue alpha a few months ago.
“Oh,” Derek managed. He supposed he remembered something familiar coming up in a recent pack meeting.
“We good?”
Derek let out a breath, and his lips turned up. “Yeah.”
“Cool.” Stiles grinned back. “So, what I was trying to say earlier. Do you want to be my lab partner in Harris’ class?”
“Sure, Stiles,” Derek said, still smiling.
The shrill bell interrupted the warm stillness. Derek listened at the door and nodded to Stiles. “The coast is clear.”
Stiles poked his head out, then strode back toward the lockers. The hallways were now deserted. “I guess Jackson didn’t send the dean over.”
Derek’s face darkened. “And he won’t if he knows what’s good for him.”
“Man, the toxic masculinity really does it for me apparently,” Stiles muttered. “Hey, do you think I’m attractive to straight guys?”
“Huh?”
“Never mind.”
***
After that Derek’s friends unanimously adopted Stiles into their group. It seemed Stiles’ best friend since childhood spent all his time with his new girlfriend anyway. Erica loved having someone to talk boys with and Boyd enjoyed practicing lacrosse with someone who hadn’t betrayed him for the basketball team. (Derek tried to get Boyd to understand that it was easier for him to hide his wolf strength in basketball than in lacrosse, but Boyd wouldn't listen.)
After Scott’s particularly sappy winter formal proposal to Allison during lunch Stiles rolled his eyes and turned to the rest of the group. “So who’s going to the dance?”
Boyd glimpsed up from his chips and shared a smile with Erica, like they were in on the same secret.
Stiles stole Erica’s apple while she was otherwise occupied making doe eyes at her new boyfriend. “I meant other than the obvious lovebirds,” he grumbled. He glanced at Derek and his cheeks flushed.
Malia cut in before Derek could flounder over his words. “Derek’s taking Kira for me as usual. My dad would literally flip a table if he knew Kira and I are actually a couple.”
Stiles’ gaze broke away from Derek to gape at Malia. “Oh shit, seriously? Well aren’t you a good cousin, Derek.” Stiles got that calculating look that promised gears were turning in his head. It was never a good sign when it was directed at Derek. With a perfect air of casual he added, “Then I should take you, Malia, to avoid further suspicion. Derek and I can be de facto dates once we get to the dance and let you and Kira do your thing.” He winked at Derek then, and it was Derek’s turn to feel his face heat.
***
Up until then Derek’s crushes were unattainable, like a famous person or the cute counselor at werewolf summer camp. Now his crush was his “de facto” date to the winter formal. Against his better judgment Derek couldn’t stop staring at Stiles. He watched Stiles’ nimble fingers put Malia’s corsage around her wrist, and he shivered imagining what Stiles’ touch would feel like on his own skin.
“Everything okay, Derek?”
Derek started and turned to his mother. “Of course.”
“Kira seems awfully quiet today.”
They turned to see Kira watching Stiles and Malia posing for pictures with an unreadable expression.
“Um, I think she’s feeling awkward being the only kitsune here.”
“Right,” Talia said. “You know, that Stiles sure is charming.”
“I guess,” Derek grumbled.
“We’d better finish up with pictures soon then.” She winked at Derek. Addressing everyone, she said, “Alright everyone. One more group picture.” She motioned to the boys to line up. “Girls, stand in front of the boys.”
The wolves had been devising ways to avoid the lens flare. This time everyone was directed to look at their dates. The girls angled to look up at the boys, but at that moment Malia leaned over to whisper something in Kira’s ear, and the two of them giggled at one another. The shutter also caught Derek turning to gaze at Stiles at the same time Stiles happened to eye him too.
***
Stiles nudged him as they stood in line to the gym. “You clean up good, dude.”
Derek glared at his shoes. “You too.” That was an understatement. Stiles looked stunning in his fit, dark black suit. Stiles usually wore baggy flannel or sweatshirts. This was a new side of him Derek could absolutely get used to. The fact that Stiles left the first couple buttons of his shirt open made Derek’s mouth water. He wanted to bite that hint of collarbone.
Even Lydia, Jackson’s ex, eyed Stiles appreciatively and sent a sly smile his way. Stiles beamed back at her for a moment.
Once inside Derek’s ears had to adjust to the DJ’s booming volume and the smell of cologne overpowering the faint smell of gym socks. Stiles needed no adjustment. He grabbed Malia’s and Kira’s hands and pointed to the dance floor where Scott and Allison already were. Derek watched with amusement as Stiles and his friends formed a circle, Stiles dancing frenetically.
Derek himself wasn’t much of a dancer, but he was content to watch Stiles bounce around. While Stiles finished up a fast rendition of Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree with Lydia the tune changed to a slow ballad.
Have yourself a Merry Little Christmas... the speakers crooned.
Derek expected Lydia to find Jackson for this one, but to Derek’s horror Stiles turned to Lydia and pulled her close.
Derek may have been enjoying the occasional brush of their hands during chemistry labs, and he still savored Stiles’ hand on his shoulder, but he never got to be held by him like that. The song never seemed to end. If Stiles hadn’t had a partner for this one then maybe he would have turned to his “de facto” date.
Derek knew he was scowling, but hoped Stiles wouldn’t be able to tell from his vantage hooked over Lydia’s shoulder. Finally, the song ended and Derek could breathe again.
After the song ended Stiles strode up with punch in one hand. “Why so sour, Sourwolf?”
Derek’s jaw tightened. Something dangerously close to the truth flew out of his mouth. “You and Lydia looked pretty cozy.”
Stiles rubbed his hand over his buzzed hair. “When we were dancing?”
“Nothing. It’s stupid,” Derek grumbled.
Stiles nudged him goodnaturedly. “Were you jealous?” Stiles teased.
Derek blushed. “Shut up.”
“You’re such a sweet talker. Of course I’ll dance with you.” Stiles took Derek’s hand and pulled him to the dance floor.
It wasn’t the slow song Derek dreamed of. However, even with a fast song he could be close to Stiles. Stiles’ scent wafted around him; a mix of the dry cleaning on his suit, his pine deodorant that made him smell like the woods, and that exquisite scent all his own. Every now and then Stiles would take Derek’s hands and pull him closer or shimmy against him.
Dancing with Stiles almost made Derek forget they were in the same room where he had to practice basketball every weeknight. He could tune out his classmates shamelessly grinding on each other with the warmth of Stiles’ body. The twinkling lights on the ceiling actually seemed to transform the space to a winter wonderland as the winter formal posters had promised.
Just when Derek thought he might be getting a hang of where he should put his arms while dancing Erica and Boyd bounded up to them and pulled them apart.
“Who’s coming to Jackson’s party with us?”
Stiles seemed to shake himself. “Right now?”
“Yes, now, silly! No one stays after the DJ starts playing remixes of Jingle Bells.”
Derek’s scowl returned. He didn’t want the night to end yet.
Stiles shrugged. “I’m not keen on going to another Whittmore party.” Stiles eyed him, then said. “If everyone’s going to the loft party you and me can just hang out at my place and watch a movie or something.”
At that Derek had to duck his head to hide his grin. “Sure.”
***
Stiles’ home was small, but cozy. A warm lamp lit the couch in the living room, and the tree’s twinkling lights sent a sparkling glow across the rest of the room. The room was filled with Stiles scent mingled with the tree’s needles. Best of all, Derek couldn’t hear anyone else in the house.
Stiles gestured to the couch. “Make yourself at home. My dad’s working somet overtime tonight so we have the place to ourselves.”
Derek gulped. He sat on the couch and rubbed his hands over his thighs. Stiles’ long fingers undid the buttons on his suit jacket as he spoke, and Derek couldn’t turn away.
“Can I get you anything to drink?”
“Uh…” His mouth was suddenly quite dry.
“Dude. Earth to Derek.”
“Water’s fine,” he managed to croak out.
While Stiles tripped to the kitchen Derek glanced around the room and took in the family photo frames decorating the space, the homemade quilt that smelled faintly of perfume hanging over the back of the couch, and the impressive collection of DVDs.
“See anything you like?”
Derek jumped in an uncharacteristic startle. “What?!”
“Did you see a movie you want to watch?”
“Oh! I’m good with Marvel I guess.”
“Avengers it is,” Stiles said.
Derek couldn’t tell what time it was, but time seemed to stop in the Stilinski house. The old couch was worn and soft, with cushions deep enough to sink into. Stiles sat down close enough to bump their legs when either of them shifted. Stiles’ breathing echoed in Derek’s ears, and his heartbeat drowned out the battle sounds. Out of the corner of his eye Derek admired Stiles’ freckles on his neck and the enticing part of his lips. Stiles hypnotized him. That must be the only explanation for Derek letting his guard down.
“Chris Evans can get it,” Stiles said, practically drooling at the screen, oblivious to Derek’s admiration.
Derek harrumphed, arms crossed. “I like Tom Holland better.”
That got Stiles’ attention away from the screen. The devilish upturn of Stiles’ lips made Derek realize what just came out of his mouth.
“I mean…”
Stiles’ eyes traveled up and down Derek’s torso, his half smile never wavering. “I knew it. I knew you were into guys.”
“I don’t-, I mean...Fuck.” Derek hung his head. “Yeah.” For some reason Derek wanted to cry.
Stiles paused the movie and scooted closer to Derek on the couch. “Hey, man, I didn’t mean to freak you out. Despite my chatterbox reputation I can keep a secret.”
“No, that’s not it. I just...I’ve never said it out loud to anyone before.” He admitted it. He admitted he liked boys and the world was still spinning. Derek took a deep, shuddering breath. For years he feared his secret would disgust those he cared about, but instead the secret was out and the boy he liked was staring at his lips with a hungry gleam in his eyes. Suddenly it felt like he could do anything. “I’ve never kissed a guy before either.”
Stiles’ teeth grazed over his bottom lip. “Should I put my licorice down or am I reading this wrong?”
Derek huffed. “Put the licorice down, Stiles.”
The words were barely out of Derek’s mouth before Stiles plastered himself to Derek with a whimper. Derek arched against him. This was the most friction and heat he’d ever gotten from Stiles and he never wanted it to end. Derek’s lips were drawn to Stiles’ like the pull of the moon; it was impossible to fight. Every time Derek thought they should probably stop he leaned back in for just one more, and then another.
Stiles seemed equally transfixed. When Derek licked along the tendons on his neck Stiles uttered a series of desperate “Oh my god”s that left Derek gasping into a particularly sharp bite with his human teeth.
The unfamiliar crunch of tires drew Derek out of his haze. “Stiles, there’s someone in your driveway.”
Stiles pulled away. His chin was pink from Derek’s stubble and his lips plumped from their kissing in a way that made Derek want to dive back in. Gods that mouth. “...Shit my dad’s home. I didn’t know it got so late.”
They both sheepishly realized the movie ended ages ago.
“Do you want me to go?” Derek asked reluctantly.
“I want you to be my boyfriend,” Stiles sighed.
“Okay,” he said. And Derek sealed it with a brief peck before pulling back to give some semblance of composure for Stiles’ father, the sheriff, oh crap.
Stiles beamed at him from the other side of the couch. “Seriously?”
Derek nodded. He’d never been more sure of something before in his life.
***
Having a boyfriend was one thing. At school Derek could openly gaze at Stiles in class now and Stiles would blush and wink at him. But at home Derek hadn’t told his family just yet. When his mom came into his room the night before winter break he knew he wanted to start telling them the truth about him and Stiles.
“Knock knock. Derek, honey, do you want to bring Kira to Christmas Eve dinner?”
Derek gulped. “I’m not dating Kira.”
“You broke up?”
“Mom...Alpha. I have to tell you something.” Derek took a deep breath. “I don’t think I like girls at all actually. I like boys.” He couldn’t meet his mother’s eyes.
“That’s wonderful, honey. I’m so glad you finally told me.”
Derek raised his eyebrows. “You’re not mad?”
Her forehead creased. “You know I love you beyond the moon and back. Why would you think I’d be mad about your sexuality?”
“I’m not a good pack member if I don’t father children,” Derek said, studying the patterns in his floor.
Derek’s mother held him close and scented his neck. “Oh my darling Derek. You’ve been carrying so much in your heart.”
Derek’s breath hitched, but he tried to hold in his wet gasp.
She pulled back to sandwich his cheeks between her hands and meet his gaze. “There is no expectation of heterosexuality in our pack. Or in most packs. That is human nonsense, and I won’t stand for it.”
“Oh.”
“Yes, oh. Uncle Peter’s spent too much time in the Bible belt it seems. I should have removed his voice box years ago,” she grumbled. “Now, have you heard of the male penguin couples that raise abandoned eggs?” At Derek’s blank expression she continued. “Homosexual werewolves hold a great honor in our society. They fulfill the needs of adoption and foster parenting orphaned or abandoned cubs.”
“So I can still be a father someday?”
“Of course! I’m sure you and Stiles can find a way to raise children however you see fit.”
“Mom!”
“Really dear, you can’t expect a werewolf nose not to realize you were canoodling with him the night of the winter formal. You came back reeking of- Well let’s just say, a werewolf household doesn’t offer as much privacy as one would think.”
Derek groaned. “Well, I guess in that case no one will be surprised if I bring him as my boyfriend to Christmas Eve dinner.”
“He’s always welcome here.” She kissed his forehead and Derek felt tears prick at his eyes. He couldn’t wait to call Stiles to tell him the news.
Hi, I love your blog! I was wondering if you know some parentlock fics where it turns out that John isn't Rosie's biological father, but he and Sherlock decide that at this point it doesn't matter and keep raising her? Preferably with bad! Mary and angst, if it's not too much to ask :D thank you!
Hey Lovely!
Ohh, actually I don’t know of any; I haven’t read many Rosie-related fics, so I don’t have a lot.
