Imagine all the Hale kids plus their cousins all at the park and kid stiles is there playing with kid Cora and her cousins then they make Derek play with them. Derek is classic middle child. He’s older than the little kids but younger than Laura and the other cousins. Stiles absolutely loves playing with Derek. Sometimes it’s hard to keep up with the werewolf kids and even the human ones too but Derek stays behind with stiles until he catches up. Then when it’s time to leave Talia calls over the kids with a loud whistle (lol my mom actually does this) and all the kids all start herding back to the car, including stiles who is just following along. It takes Talia when they’re half way home to realize that she took an extra kid with her, she didn’t even smell him cause they’ve all been rolling around him all day. Good thing she knows Claudia so she won’t be too freaked out.
She gets half way home and realises there’s 11 heartbeats in the back seat when there should only be 10 (I know, what car fits 11 kids, we’ll, they’re small and children - especially werewolf pups - have no regards for safety). She pulls over and turns around to see stiles sitting between Cora and Derek with a big smile on his face.
I like to think that Talia, Noah and Claudia grew up around the same time and know each other well, or maybe Peter caused a lot of trouble growing up and Noah was a new deputy that often had to deal with him (like Parrish with Stiles), so she knows Stiles and just drives him home. Chances are, Stiles snuck out of the house to go play at the park in the first place.
“Me, too,” Derek admitted. “But I think it’s probably true about you.”
“Okay, rude,” Stiles sneered. “Why don’t you just use your claws to climb the tree? Like a cat.”
“I’m not a cat—I’m a wolf.”
“No shit, Sherlock” —Stiles grabbed Derek’s hand and pressed his fingertips into Derek’s palm, which immediately made his claws pop out— “but you’ve still got claws.”
Derek stared down at his hand, dumbfounded. “How’d you do that?”
“Party trick.” Stiles shrugged, then nodded towards the tree. “Now climb, spider monkey.”
With his claws to aid him, Derek managed to scale the tree much easier this time—and didn’t even have to leap up onto the branch, since he could just climb. Once he was situated on it, he looked down at Stiles.
“I don’t know how to put the claws back,” Derek said, waving his fingers. “I don’t know how to control it yet.”
“It’s probably safer if they stay out right now, anyway.”
“I’m working with Peter,” Derek continued. “He’s teaching me with this special token thing that helps.”
“You’ll get it eventually,” Stiles assured him. “I’ve seen it.”
“What do you mean?”
“You have your abilities and I have mine.”
Derek’s eyebrows shot up. “You can see the future?”
“Something like that,” Stiles said. “Yours, at least—for a while.”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Laura Hale
Additional Tags: Kid Fic, Kid Derek Hale, Young Derek, Young Derek Hale, Young Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale & Stiles Stilinski are the Same Age, Fluff, First Dates
Summary:
Eight-year-old Derek spends his recesses alone, until one day a little boy comes and asks him on a ‘date’.
The competition is down to seven, but all it takes is one accident for the most remarkable thing to happen.
For @loveyprophet, Merry Christmas!
The doors swung open as the children made their way into the MasterChef kitchen. No matter how many times they walked through those doors, it didn’t become any less intimidating. They made their way into the massive room with balconies looking down on the rows of shining stainless steel benches. The younger kids sprinted ahead, making their way up to the front of the room where the three chefs stood, fighting smiles at the sight of their ecstatic faces.
There was seven of them left in the competition.
Derek was the eldest in the competition; he was thirteen years old. He was quiet and tended to hide in the farthest bench. He didn’t talk much, but everyone had noticed the way his eyes would drift to the boy at the bench in front of him, watching Stiles intently.
Stiles was twelve years old but always seemed to think too fast for the rest of his body to keep up. He was hyperactive and tended to struggle with things.
Beside him stood Isaac, the youngest of the competition. The boy was eight years old and barely reached Stiles’ ribs when he stood up tall. His sapphire blue eyes were always wide and curious, and his sandy-blonde curls were a tangled mess atop his head.
Beside Isaac was Erica, the nine-year-old who tended to get a little bossy when she’s stressed. Her thick blonde hair was pulled back from her face in a long pony tail and she nervously balled her hands into fists again and again.
Boyd, the ten-year-old standing next to her, reached out and took her hand in his. Erica bowed her head, trying to hide her bashful smile and the soft rosy blush that coloured her cheeks. Boyd just smiled, his eyes still focused on the judges.
Gordon had to turn his face away for a second, struggling to smother his smile and regain his composure.
The final two children left in the competition was eleven-year-old Scott, who was sweet on ten-year-old Allison—always looking at her with his dark brown doe eyes.
A large curtain was set up behind them, obscuring their challenge of the day. The billowing red velvet swayed slightly as the judges welcomed them all back into the kitchen and began to introduce the next challenge in the competition.
“We’ve got a very special treat for you today,” Graham said, a smile lighting his face. He took a step back and let the billowing curtain drop to the ground on cue.
The room let out a collective gasp as they stared at the table full of sugar-dusted doughnuts, delicately decorated cupcakes, rich chocolate cakes, pastel-coloured cake pops, colourful macrons, and tiramisu.
“Desserts,” Graham said.
“You all have one hour to make a dessert that is rich in flavour but light enough that you could eat it after a three-course meal,” Joe added. “Your sixty minutes start…”
The kids braced themselves to run, the younger ones taking a step forward and crouching as if they were about to start a race.
“Now.”
The kids hurried into the pantry, grabbing the wire baskets and gathering the ingredients they’d need. It was a frantic flurry of movement as they each hurried to find what they needed.
Stiles gathered the ingredients he needed and watched out the corner of his eyes as Isaac rose onto his toes and began to pile apples into his basket.
Across the room, Derek stepped up the shelves that were stocked full of herbs, spices and bakery ingredients.
Isaac nearly ran into him as he slid to a stop, standing on his toes as he strained to look at the jars on the shelf. He reached for one, his fingers straining as he grabbed the nutmeg and put it in his basket.
“Where’s the cinnamon?” he said quietly to himself.
Derek reached out, picking the jar up and handing it to the boy.
Isaac smiled sweetly. “Thank you,” he said before hurrying out of the kitchen and back to his workstation.
Derek grabbed the box of cocoa powder, checking the he had everything in his basket before heading back to his workstation at the back of the room. He returned to get a mixer and some baking trays, smothering a laugh as he watched Isaac do the same with an electric mixer that was almost as big as him.
Derek set his equipment down on the table before hurrying over to help Isaac lift the heavy mixer onto the counter. He picked up a small stool that sat at the end of the workshop and nudged it into place in front of the counter, smiling as Isaac thanked him again.
They fell silent as they started cooking, all intensely focused on what they were cooking.
After about fifteen minutes, Gordon Ramsey began to walk along the benches, talking to each of the children, tasting what they had cooked so far, and offering hints where they were needed.
Finally, he came close enough that Derek could hear what he was saying.
“What are you making, Isaac?” Gordon asked encouragingly.
“I’m making mini apple pies with a cinnamon and nutmeg crust,” the boy answered.
“That sounds so good,” Gordon said. “Where did you learn to make these?”
“My brother and I used to make them for our mum before she got sick,” Isaac replied, looking up at his brother, Camden, who smiled back at him from where he stood on the balcony.
“I’m sure we’ll love them as much as she did,” Gordon said softly. “I’ll leave you to it.”
The man made his way to the next counter, watching as Stiles frantically moved back and forth across the space, his hands shaking slightly as he struggled to keep up with his racing thoughts.
“What are you working on, Stiles?” Gordon asked.
“It’s a traditional Polish sernik – or, cheesecake – with chocolate sauce and walnuts,” Stiles explained.
“That sounds delicious,” Gordon said, dipping a spoon into the cheesecake mix and tasting it. “Tastes delicious too. Where did you learn to make this?”
“It’s my Babka’s recipe,” Stiles replied.
“You ever make it for your girlfriend?” Gordon teased.
Stiles shook his head. “I don’t have a girlfriend.”
“What about a boyfriend?”
Stiles’ face flushed red as he shook his head.
“If you don’t have a boyfriend, I think Derek over there is sweet for you. He can’t seem to take his eyes off you.”
Derek’s eyes flew open wide. He dropped his gaze, his heart hammering as he tried to focus on his cooking.
Gordon let out a soft chuckle, watching as both the boys’ faces turned bright red. “Okay, I’ll leave you to it.”
After that, time seemed to pass. Stiles focused his attention on his dish; crushing the biscuits into crumbs and mixing in butter and sugar before pressing the mix into the bottom of the pan to make a crust. He mixed together the filling, adding crushed vanilla bean before pouring it into the baked crust and setting it aside in the fridge to set.
There was a loud crash and a pained yelp.
Stiles bolted upright, his eyes catching the sight of Isaac falling to his knees. He ran around his counter and sprinted to the boy’s side.
The boy was on the floor, curled up on himself and cradling his hand to his chest. Beside him sat the saucepan he had been cooking the apple filling in, the pan sizzling on the floor. The caramelised apple was spilt across the floor, wisps of steam rising from it.
“Isaac?” he said softly, steadying his hands on the boy’s shoulders and encouraging the boy to look up at him. Stiles noticed the blistering red welt that covered the palm of the hand that Isaac cradled to his chest.
Tears streamed down the boy’s pale cheeks, his shoulders rising and falling with frantic breaths.
“It’s okay,” he whispered soothingly, smoothing back the boy’s unruly curls. “It’s alright.”
A medic team raced over to their side.
“I’m not going to finish,” Isaac sobbed.
“Yes, you are,” Stiles said, determined. “I’m going to clean this up for you and then I’m going to help you. You are going to finish.”
Stiles grabbed a cloth and wet it, using it to hold the hot pan before dumping it in the sink. He started to clean up the mess on the floor when a pair of shoes came into his peripheral vision. He looked up to see Derek set a pile of apples down on the counter. He grabbed a knife and began to dice them, setting them in a clean pan.
Once Stiles had finished cleaning, he grabbed another knife and helped Derek dice the apples, measuring out the sugar and water.
“I’ve got this if you need to go finish yours,” Stiles said.
“My cake’s in the oven,” Derek replied. “I’ve got twenty minutes to spare.”
A sweet, thankful smile lifted the corner of Stiles’ lips.
“Can you imagine those two cooking together in the kitchen in a few years’ time?” they heard Gordon tease.
Derek moved the pan to the stove and began to cook the sauce. Stiles turned his attention to the crust.
A sniffling Isaac joined him, his hand wrapped in a thick white bandage and covered in a glove. His cheeks were stained with tears and his lips still quivered.
“Tell me how you want me to do it and I’ll do it,” Stiles said.
Isaac’s voice was quiet as he gave Stiles instructions. Stiles did as he was told, mixing together the ingredients and kneading the dough. He rolled it flat, letting Isaac cut out the circles and press them into the metal cups of the muffin tray.
Derek helped spoon the caramelised apple into the pans before heading back to his workbench to finish his meal. Stiles helped Isaac weave the top of the pie crusts into a lattice before putting the tray in the oven.
“Tell me when they’re done, and I’ll help you get them out of the oven, okay?” he said.
Isaac nodded, thanking Stiles again before collecting plates and slicing up another apple – ready for plating.
Stiles returned to his bench and began to mix together cocoa powder, sugar and water. He brought it to a simmer and began to stir, slowly adding in butter, vanilla and cream. He took the sauce off the stove and poured it over the top of the cheesecake, smoothing it out before putting it back in the fridge.
He gathered plates and opened the jar of walnuts sitting on the bench next to him.
“Stiles?” Isaac said quietly, his bright blue eyes peering over the edge of the tall workbench.
“Are they done?” Stiles asked.
Isaac nodded.
“Okay,” Stiles said with a smile, making his way around the bench and collecting the oven mitts. He lifted the tray out of the oven and set it up on the cooling rack. “If I get them out onto the cooling rack, will you be okay to plate up?”
Isaac nodded again, passing Stiles the butterknife he was holding.
Stiles slid the knife around the crust, popping the small pies from the tin and setting them down on the wire cooling rack. Once done, he set the hot tray in the sink and ran cool water over it, letting it hiss and steam.
“Thank you,” Isaac called after him.
“You’re welcome,” Stiles replied as he pulled his cheesecake from the cooler and began to plate up.
A short while later, the judges’ voices rang out as they counted down. “Hands up,” they called out.
The kids raised their hands, the finished dishes sitting before them on the benches. The judges called the kids forward, one by one, tasting the desserts they had dished up and offering them compliments and feedback.
Finally, Stiles was called up. He picked up the dished plate and carried it over to the judges, setting it down on the table and taking a step back.
Joe stepped forward, picking up a spoon and tasting the cheesecake.
“Stiles, you and Derek did something amazing today,” Joe said. “And I’m not talking about the desserts you made—as amazing as they are. You two did something so selfless. You two set aside everything you’ve done to help someone you were competing against.”
“My mum always told me that t’s not a competition unless it’s fair,” Stiles said. “Isaac has worked just as hard as the rest of us to get this far, and I don’t think it would fair if he were to get eliminated because of an accident. And in any situation, whether this was a competition or not, people matter. And if someone gets hurt, I will always put them above anything I’m doing.”
A smile lifted the corners of Joe’s lips. “I think your mum would be very proud of you.” He looked up at the balcony that overlooked the kitchen. “What do you think, dad?”
John’s eyes glistened with tears as he nodded. “I think she’d be very proud.”
Stiles smiled up at his dad.
“Thank you, Stiles,” Joe said.
Stiles nodded and made his way back to his bench.
Isaac was the last to be called up.
“Isaac, can you bring your plate up to the front?” Gordon prompted.
The little boy’s hands shook as he carried the plate. The small apple pie was the size of a cupcake, the crust golden and dusted with sugar. Thin slices of apple and caramel sauce sat beside it as it was plated up with a scoop of ice cream.
“Just looking at that,” Gordon said as the boy set the plate on the table before the man. “It looks amazing.”
He collected a spoon and dug into the apple pie.
“The crust is the perfect mix of crunchy and crumbly,” the chef commented, lifting the spoon to his mouth. “That is delicious. You did a fantastic job, Isaac.”
“Thank you, chef,” the boy said quietly.
Gordon took a step back and Graham stepped forward, collecting another spoon and taking a bite of the apple pie.
“Life doesn’t always go your way, does it?” Graham said.
Isaac shook his head, his sandy-blonde curls bouncing about.
“And sometimes accidents happen, and sometimes we get hurt,” the man continued. “But you are so strong; you got back up on your feet and you kept going.”
“I had help,” the boy said quietly, glancing over his shoulder at the two older boys. “I wouldn’t have been able to do it without Stiles and Derek.”
“You need to give yourself some credit too,” Graham encouraged. “Because the friends you make reflect the kind of person you are. You are kind and thoughtful, and I think Stiles and Derek would agree with me when I say that you are a good person—and so, your friends are too.”
Isaac looked over his shoulder again, watching as Stiles and Derek nodded in agreement. A rosy-pink blush coloured.
“You did great,” Graham said. “Thank you, Isaac.”
“Thank you,” the boy said before hurrying back to his counter.
The room was heavy with anticipation as the judges talked among one another. The silence settled over the room as the judges broke out of their huddle and called the children forward to the front of the room.
“Today has been a big day, and that was a tough challenge, but all of you pulled through,” Gordon said. “I’m not kidding when I say that that was the hardest round we’ve ever had to judge.”
The kids’ faces lit up with smiles.
“And we think the winner of today’s challenge deserves an extra prize. What do you think it should be?”
“A kiss from Stiles,” Erica said confidently. “Unless Stiles is the winner, in which case it should be a kiss from Derek.”
The rom burst into laughter.
Gordon took a moment to compose himself. “I think that’s a good prize. Scott, Isaac and Stiles, would you please step forward?”
The three of them took a step forward, standing before the judges.
“Isaac,” Gordon started. “You are not today’s winner, but we want to give you a reward for the determination and strength you showed today. We’re giving you a full set of baking equipment. And I want you to leave knowing that those apple pies were the best I have ever eaten. If you came up to me in ten years’ time, I would not hesitate to put those pies in my restaurants.”
“Thank you, chef,” Isaac beamed. He stepped back to join the others, letting Derek wrap his arms around the boy’s shoulders and hug him tight.
“Scott, you served up an amazing dessert,” Joe said. “But it just wasn’t enough to keep you in the competition. You are a great chef, you plate up some incredible dishes, and you missed out by a hair’s breadth. Please, hold onto your apron and keep cooking, because you are great at what you do.”
“Thank you, chef,” Scott said.
Stiles reached out and patted his friend’s shoulder, offering Scott a kind smile.
“Stiles,” Gordon said, getting the boy’s attention. “You have made your mum, your dad, and you Babka proud today. You are the winner of today’s challenge.”
The room filled with applause as a sweet smile lifted Stiles’ mole-speckled cheeks. He took a step back to join the other kids, standing beside Derek.
There was a moment of hesitation before Derek leant over and pressed a kiss to Stiles’ cheek.
Stiles heart skipped a beat and he nearly choked on his breath. His eyes flew open wide, his cheeks flushing as he smiled bashfully and dropped his head. He glanced out the corner of his eyes, noticing the blush that coloured Derek’s cheeks and the way he smiled back.
Hi beautiful people! Can I ask if you have some kid!Stiles fics? No pairing is okay but Sterek pairing is better. I’m just in the mood with some Stiles a-burst-of-sunshine Stilinski <3 Thank you beautiful people!
Of course! -Letta
Balloons and a Pretzel by Lonelyirises
(1/1 | 548 | Gen | Sterek)
He expected high-pitched wailing because kids are stupid and carnivals suck (What do 12 year olds do at a carnival anyway mom! Derek dear, it is a best place to make new friends. Yep, they suck.)
Staying Close by hazelNuts
(1/1 | 978 | Gen | Sterek)
Stiles helps Derek find his mom when he loses her at the zoo.
The boy is standing by the wolf habitat. Stiles thinks he recognizes him from school, but he’s not in Stiles’ grade. Maybe in the grade above him? Which means the boy is probably already ten years old.The boy’s looks stiff. His hands are balled into fists by his side and his head is swivelling from side to side, scanning the area again and again with wide eyes.
For SWN Summer Bingo prompt: Day at the Zoo
Batman vs. Gorilla by Siriusstuff
(1/1 | 1,024 | Gen | Sterek)
A few moments with kid!Stiles and kid!Derek (and other kids) in kindergarten.
No One Ever Wants to be Robin. Unless… by FrozenVoid
(1/1 | 1,116 | Gen | Sterek)
When Stiles was a kid teenage Derek saved him from being run over by a speeding car. Stiles saw how inhumanly strong and fast Derek was and since Stiles is so into superhero comics he becomes convinced that Derek is some kind of superhero. So Stiles starts following him around. Because every Batman needs a Robin
Like a Baby Duck by ALoza
(1/1 | 1,300 | NR | Sterek)
Derek hoists Stiles to his feet, and the six-year-old topples forward into the ten-year-old’s chest. He grunts and wipes at his cheek.
“Sorry,” Derek blurts, eyes wide with worry, as he steadies him.
Stiles smiles and shrugs, “‘s okay.”
Derek smiles back and crosses his arms, “Okay, you have to be the prince and I’ll be the knight that has to rescue you, okay?”
Stiles nods, “Okay.”
“Go to sleep in the treehouse and when I kiss you, you have to wake up,” Derek instructs.
And We Were Birds by ashley_ingenious
(1/1 | 1,355 | Gen | Sterek)
The kid hadn’t stopped talking since he’d walked into the door and introduced himself. Stiles something or other. And Stiles was a weird name, but Derek didn’t have time to think about it, because he was enraptured by the story that was spilling out before him at a mile a minute.
It starts with a kid that won’t shut up and ends with best friends. Somehow.
Playground Boyfriends by ElladoraRedbeard
(1/1 | 1,747 | Gen | Sterek)
Stiles and Derek meet when they’re 5 and 8, respectively, in an indoor playground.
Mothers always know by Alba55
(2/2 | 2,013 | Gen | Sterek)
“Mieczyslaw, what are you doing?”“Drawing my new best friend” he simply answered, making a face.“He doesn’t look like Scott, who’s this, sweetheart?” Claudia approached his son, who was on the dining room table, looking at the papers and crayons splattered all over the whole table. Stiles looked away from his drawings to met his mother’s eyes.“That’s because it’s not Scott, mommy” Stiles giggled. “It’s Wolfie” he whispered as he turned back to his drawing.
Rule Number One by inhystereks
(1/1 | 2,133 | Gen | Sterek)
Stiles would love Batman unil the day he died, but he definitely had more of a Captain America mindset when it came to bullies. His father had told him to be good, so he definitely knew it would be okay to step in if it meant keeping some other kid from being teased.
Of First Names and Lunch Breaks by frozenorange
(2/2 | 3,133 | Gen | Sterek)
His mom had told him that the best way to dissuade a bully is by ignoring him. Stiles finds out that the best way to dissuade a bully is Derek Hale.
Way More Than Five Times Claudia Was A Real Person (Not Just An Excuse For Tears) by alexscat
(1/1 | 4,182 | Teen | No Pairing)
Claudia is many things: former vegetarian, college graduate, gardener, small business owner, competent home cook, Polish speaker (kind of), potty mouth (definitely), girl geek, wife of a hot deputy, and mother of a ridiculous(ly adorable) son.
Oh, and not dead.
Miles by deanlosechester
(1/1 | 5,246 | Teen | Sterek)
Derek was five years old when he first met Stiles Stilinski.
Um, hi? I just get my wisdom tooth plucked and it hurts a lot. Like. A lot. And i just wish if you can make a fluffy sterek with derek pulling stiles pain after the surgery? Only if you have free time and i'm sorry if i bother you. Have a very nice day!!! And thankyou
I hope you don’tmind, I changed the prompt a bit! No wisdom teeth are pulled in the making ofthis fic but a tooth is chipped - *gasp* - and bby!Derek decideshe’s gotta step up and be Stiles’ personal werewolf superhero. I hope you feel better, sweetheart (and sorry it’s a week late).
“Der?” Stiles asks, gently tugging onDerek’s hand. He looks…un-char-as-tic-ally…shy and Derek is immediatelyon alert. He nearly wolves out, in his panic, but he stops himself just intime.
“Der, I have an ouchie.”
Stiles sniffs, sitting down and buryinghis face in the pillow Derek has been guarding for the past ten minutes. Stilesnever forgets to bring his pillow to school and he only ever trusts Derek towatch it when he goes to the bathroom or outside to play. Stiles doesn’t eventrust the teacher to watch it for him.
Putting down his sandwich, Derekfrowns.
He hates when people are sad,especially Stiles. Momma says it’s good to cry when you’re sad - when you cryyou get marshmallows too - but Stiles looks like he’s trying not tocry, which is….counter….counter?…productive….yeah, because Stiles loves marshmallows. Derek knows he doesn’thave to cry if he doesn’t want to, though. One time, Uncle Peter made Derek crywhen he didn’t want to and it wasn’t fun.
Looking around, he searches forsomething to help. Stiles always asks for comic books when he’s sick - Derek reallyhopes Stiles isn’t sick - but the only thing Derek can find is his juicebox. It’s apple.
He tries to give it to him - puts thestraw in, making sure it’s bendy, like Papa does for him - but Stiles shakeshis head.
“No, thanks,” he mutters.
Derek blinks, looking around again.He thinks about offering up the rest of his sandwich instead but it was made byLaura, which means it sucks, and Stiles doesn’t deserve things thatsuck. Even if he does talk way too fast sometimes and drools on Derek’sfavorite Aladdin blanket at sleepovers. He read a picture book about penguinson Saturday, and it said friendships are about compromise. Derek guesses thatmeans having to watch Aladdin suffer, sometimes. But only for Stiles.
“What d’ya do?” he asks, deciding he probablyshould have asked that first. He ducks his head, embarrassed.
When he looks back up, Stiles doessomething with his hands, nearly hitting Derek in the face, which Derek thinks is supposed to be ananswer. He nods, because it’s polite, and he likes that Stiles likes that heunderstands all of his weird hand-movements (which isn’t a lie, not really- Derek just needs more practice, like with werewolf training).
Scenting the air, he tries to figureout what happened instead - Momma says he’s getting better at it - but all hecan smell is the cookie Stiles stole from Jackson Whittemore and hid in hismouth for “safe keeping” this morning.
“See?” Stiles whispers, suddenly, opening hismouth wide and pulling at both sides with his fingers.
At first, Derek isn’t sure what he’slooking at. All he sees is Stiles tongue, which can’t stay still, even for asecond. It’s pretty gross, Derek realises. Mouths are gross. Stiles does have apretty mouth, though. At least, Derek thinks it’s pretty, like ahandsome Prince, maybe? If Stiles didn’t, he would probably be doublygrossed out.
Finally, Derek sees it - a chippedtooth.
Stiles’ lip starts to wobble.
“Does it hurt?” he asks, taking Stiles’hand. That’s another thing he likes about Stiles: he lets Derek hold his hand.Derek knows not everyone likes people holding their hands. Isaac doesn’t likepeople holding his hand, not even Allison Argent, and she’s a Disney princess.
Stiles nods, wiping his nose on Derek’sshoulder. “Uh-huh. Hurts so bad. Like, like…if Batman hurt histooth and it was sore too!”
He wipes his nose on Derek again and Dereksmiles.
“Want me to phone your dad?” Stilesshakes his head. “What about Mrs McCall?” Again, no.
Derek sticks out his tongue, likeStiles does when he needs to think hard. “Okay,” he says, “I have an idea, butyou can’t tell anyone.”
Glancing at the door to make sureno-one is about to come in, Derek presses a finger to Stiles’ mouth andconcentrates really hard. He’s not supposed to take people’s pain away - notuntil he’s much older - but Derek is pretty sure Stiles is a good excuse tobreak the rules. Stiles is always making Derek break the rules, anyway. Like with the cookie this morning.
Immediately, a tiny black line beginsto run up his arm. It’s kind of sore and Derek squirms a little, but whenit stops Stiles is staring at him like, well, Derek isn’t exactly sure. Helooks happy, at least. That’s good, right?
“Are you magic?” Stiles asks.
Derek thinks about that. “No.”
“Are you a mermaid?”
Derek laughs. Stiles is silly. “No.”
“You’re a mermaid.” Stiles grins. “When I grow up, I think I’m going to marry you. I’ll wear my bestest sneakers.”
Derek thinks about that, too. “I thinkI’m okay with that.” They can have an Aladdin cake and a pool party, after.Derek really likes pool parties. Everyone is always in a good mood and he’ll get to splash Laura.
Stiles squeezes Derek’s hand and plants a kiss on his cheek.
“….are you sure you’re not amermaid?” he asks. Derek feels his face go warm. “Wait. No. I got it. Are you a pain sucking vampire??I’ve read about those!!”
Derek narrows his eyes. He’s much coolerthan a vampire but he’s not sure if he’s allowed to tell Stiles that.
“I’m your personal superhero,” hedecides. “I was born to protect you.” He puffs out his chest, like he’s seenSuperman do, and grins. Being born to protect Stiles doesn’t seem like a lie,if he’s being honest. He’s always falling down and running into doors. Hedoes kind of need Derek.
“Cool,” Stiles whispers, prodding oneof Derek’s eyebrows. “I don’t wanna be Lois Lane, though, okay? I want to belike my Daddy when I grow up. He gets to carry a badge.”
“Lois Lane carries a badge, too!” Derekprotests. Lois Lane is his favourite. She’s super smart. Smarter than Superman.And she’s never afraid to ask scary questions. He’s going to write a book about her one day. “She carries a specialbadge that lets her talk to important people. You like talking to people, don’tyou?”
Stiles thinks on this. “Huh.” He prodsDerek’s other eyebrow. “Okay, I’ll be your Lois Lane, then.”
Derek’s stomach does something funny.He touches it, glaring a little, and sighs. He knew he shouldn’t haveaccepted half of Jackson’s cookie. He has a feeling this means Stiles is going to end upgiving him a lot of tummy aches in the future.
Summary: "Hello. This is Alpha Vernon Boyd, calling from Camp Remus about—"
"Derek?" Talia asks, confused. "You're calling about Derek? Is he okay? What happened?"
"Oh, boy." Melissa blows out a breath. "All right. Is he hurt?"
"He's been there for two hours, what could he possibly have—" John pauses. "Hang on, Camp Remus? Like the werewolf camp?"
Info: 23k | General | Middle School AU, Werewolves Are Known, Magic Stiles, Mates, Humor
Notes: This fic is soooo good and it had me hooked by the opening lines where Derek is listening to the Ramones. Plus it’s a 2018 fic from apocryphal (wibble) and in the words of the author: “Also, how crazy is it that Sterek is still going strong after all these years? Like, you guys. We're awesome.” -S
Sneak Peek:
It's Derek's first summer at Camp Remus without Laura.
He'd hoped that having Cora still here would make it a little less lonely, but that notion had been quickly disavowed when they'd stepped on the bus and Cora had abandoned him for a group of girls with colorful embroidery thread taped to their knees, busily braiding. His cousin Malia, of course, more independent at eight than Derek is even now, had gotten on a completely different bus. Which left Derek to spend the bus ride to camp in the worst row on the bus—the one at the very front, right behind the bus driver—with only the collective works of The Ramones for company.
He doesn't mind, exactly. It's rare that he ever gets time alone at home, and he's never allowed to listen to The Ramones, (or anything else with "adolescent content") since there are too many young werewolf ears in the house. And he knows that he has Erica and Isaac waiting for him at camp. But still, he was a bit miffed to be abandoned by his little sister for the cooler kids.
What does she know anyway? Eleven year olds are idiots.
So these fics are very much so off canon, like Lydia is Derek’s sister in the series. Still I kinda enjoyed it just because it has Sterek in it. This is series about Stiles and Derek growing up together and falling in love. The first is focused on when Derek and Stiles are still kids, while the second is about when they are in college. Has alpha/omega/beta dynamics and Derek wants to be a farmer for some reason (don’t know how I feel about that) but it is still good.
