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.
Not your circus: not your monkey by Jmeelee // 2.5k // General // @jmeelee
It started the year Stiles’ mom forced him to perform onstage at the Polish Community Center, and Derek Hale threatened to rip Jackson Whittemore’s throat out with his teeth.
Note: This is a lovely fic featuring Stiles and Derek meeting when they’re kids. Derek deserves the world!
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trick or treat (say something sweet) by dyobrienz (Muffintine)
Stiles swallowed hard against het lump in his throat, his stomach twisting nauseatingly. He drew in deep, measured breaths, trying to calm his racing heartbeat.
He looked across the kitchen to where Derek stood behind the glossy steel counter of the opposing kitchenette.
The older boy offered him a reassuring smile.
“Congratulations to the two of you for making it this far,” Joe said. “You have proven time and time again that you have what it takes to be Masterchefs, but sadly, only one of you can be the winner of this competition.”
“Every single one of you has shown so much talent and integrity, you should all be proud of yourselves for making it as far as you did int his competition,” Graham said, addressing both Stiles and Derek and the rows of eliminated contestants that were lined up on the balcony, watching them. “Not only have you shown how incredible you can be in the kitchen, but you’ve shown compassion and selflessness when helping other contestants.”
Stiles looked up at Isaac.
The boy stood next to Boyd and Erica, standing on a milk crate so that he could see over the railing. His hair was still a halo of messy sandy-blonde curls, his shimmering sapphire eyes meeting Stiles’ as a bright smile lit his face.
Stiles smiled back before looking at Erica, who smiled at him too.
“You truly are two amazing kids,” Gordon said, a small smile lifting the corners of his lips. “You have astounded us, time and time again. Not only with your cooking, but with your actions. And no matter who wins the finale, you’re both winners to us.”
“Are you ready to get started?” Joe asked.
Stiles and Derek both nodded.
“Your final challenge,” Joe started, “is to cook a three-course meal in two hours; appetiser, main, and desert.”
Stiles swallowed hard.
“Try to balance your flavours and consider the density of each course in relation to the next,” Graham suggested. “You don’t want a dense appetiser followed by a dense main.”
“You have two hours,” Joe said. “Starting… now.”
The two of them sprinted towards the pantry, each grabbing a metal basket and stacking their ingredients inside. They hurried back to the kitchenettes and began to prep their meals.
After a while, Gordon walked over to the two benches, watching what they were doing. He stopped in front of Stiles’ bench and asked, “What are you making, Stiles?”
“I’m making cream cheese Rangoon for the appetiser, standing beef rip with onion gravy and sweet potato chips for the main, and a strawberry brûlée for desert,” Stiles answered.
“That sounds divine,” Gordon said. “I’m going to come back when you start making that brûlée because I want to taste it.”
He made his way over to Derek’s work station.
“I’m making shredded beef sliders for an appetiser, a vegetarian lasagna with eggplant and capsicum for the main, and a black forest berry cake for desert,” Derek said.
“Wow. You two really know what you’re doing,” Gordon complimented. “I can’t wait to taste these when they’re done.”
A short while later, Stiles saw Derek frantically searching his bench for something. He moved the bowls around, checking shelves and under other ingredients.
“What are you looking for?” Stiles called out to him.
“Eggs,” Derek replied. “I swear I grabbed them.”
“How many do you need?” Stiles asked, setting down the knife he was using to slice the wonton sheets for the Rangoon.
“Three,” Derek answered.
“Here,” Stiles said, opening up the carton of eggs he had on the counter.
Derek held out his hands, ready to catch them.
“Really?” Stiles asked.
“Yeah.”
“Fine,” Stiles said. “But if you drop them, it’s your fault. One—”
He tossed the egg to Derek.
Derek caught it, setting it aside in an empty bowl as Stiles counted and tossed the next one.
“Two.”
Another catch.
“Three.”
Derek caught the egg, setting it aside.
“Thank you,” he called to Stiles as he turned back to his bench and set to work.
The kids who watched on from the balcony applauded them.
On the podium, Gordon blinked in surprise.
“They’re so in sync,” he said, shocked.
“Can you imagine them doing that in a few years’ time when they inevitably end up together?” Graham remarked.
The comment made Gordon smile.
Time seemed to fly by as Stiles and Derek set to work, putting their meals together and cooking them. Before they knew it, Joe gave them a ten-minute warning to finish their dishes and plate up.
The voices echoed about the room as everyone began to count down.
“Five... Four... Three... Two... One.”
“Time’s up,” Joe announced.
Stiles and Derek stepped back from their benches.
Stiles practically collapsed on the floor.
“Derek,” Graham called. “Could you please bring your dishes to the front of the room?”
Derek did, setting his dishes down on the table before the judges.
“Remind us again, what did you cook?” Joe prompted.
“I made shredded beef sliders for the appetiser, a vegetarian lasagna with eggplant and capsicum for the main, and a black forest berry cake for desert,” Derek answered.
One by one, the judges tasted the dishes, nodding thoughtfully.
“I like the way you balanced the density with the dishes,” Graham said. “You gave us a moderately heavy appetiser that was full of flavour, then a light main, and a moderately heavy desert to finish it off.”
“I agree,” Gordon said. “I especially love how you balanced the flavours; none of it was bland, and none of it was overpowering. And that black forest berry cake was divine. I was surprised at how light it was. Usually black forest berry cakes are dense and rich. But that was just perfect.”
“Thank you, Derek. You can go back to your bench.”
Derek thanked them and returned to the small kitchenette.
“Good job,” Stiles whispered to him.
“Thank you.”
“Stiles,” Gordon called. “Can you please bring your dishes to the front?”
Stiles did, setting the plates down on the table and taking a step back. He balled his hands into fists at his sides, his racing heart hammering in his chest.
“What did you make for us?” Joe prompted.
“I made cream cheese Rangoon for the appetiser, standing beef rip with sweet onion gravy and sweet potato chips for the main, and a strawberry brûlée for desert,” Stiles said.
The judges took their time tasting the dishes, nodding thoughtfully as they savoured each mouthful.
“The Rangoon was perfect,” Graham said. “It was golden and had the perfect amount of crunch to it. The beef rib was full of flavour and dense enough to feel like a main meal while also being light enough that it didn’t make you feel weighed down. And served with those sweet potato chips it was delicious.”
“That was sublime,” Gordon added. “That strawberry brûlée was the perfect mix of sweet and tart. Everything was cooked to perfection.”
“You’ve done great, Stiles,” Joe said. “You can go back to your bench now.”
Stiles thanked them and returned to the small kitchenette.
The judges turned to face each other, talking quietly as they deliberated.
“Do you want to try it?” Stiles asked, picking up a small spoon and ne of the extra deserts he had plated up.
Derek offered him a plate of black forest berry cake.
“That looks so good,” Stiles said, digging into it with a teaspoon.
There was a quiet echo of laughter throughout the room as others watched the two of them lean over the bench, snacking on the deserts.
“Oh my god, that’s delicious,” Stiles said.
“This is incredible,” Derek said, licking the cream off his lips.
He judges looked up, unable to hide their smiles when the boys set down the deserts and smiled mischievously.
“Stiles, Derek, please come down to the front of the room.”
They set down the deserts and made their way to the podium.
Stiles felt his throat tighten. His heart hammered against his ribs.
They stood side by side, close enough that Derek could reach out slightly and brush his hand against Stiles’ reassuringly.
“Believe us when we say that this is the hardest competition we’ve ever had to judge,” Gordon said. “The two of you have risen to every challenge, you’ve brought incredible dishes to the table time and time again. You have both made your families proud and I hope that you’re both proud of yourselves.”
“But sadly, there can only be one winner.” Joe paused, letting the heavy silence settle over them. “And that winner won by a hair’s breadth.”
There was another intense pause.
Stiles held his breath.
“Stiles…”
He met Joe’s gaze, trying to read his thoughts.
“You are the winner of this year’s competition.”
The room erupted in applause.
Derek turned, pulling Stiles into his arms and holding him tight.
Stiles hugged him back, feeling relief flood over him.
Slivers of golden confetti rained down around them.
Tears welled in his eyes as he drew back, his face flushed red. He turned and looked up at where his Dad stood, watching him from the balcony with eyes full of pride.
Stiles turned and looked at Derek.
Derek smiled back at him, his pale aventurine eyes full of joy.
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trick or treat (say something sweet) by dyobrienz (Muffintine)
[2712w | General]
“And,” Bat Kid sniffles, “a werewolf stole my candy, mommy – a werewolf!”
or: Three Halloweens from Derek's perspective. Past, Present, Future.
Note: I really love the idea in this fic. The 'past' segment is so cute I nearly cried, the ‘present’ one expands on the scene where Derek scares those trick-or-treating kids in the show, and the ‘future’ one is how they get together. I liked this a lot!
temporary tattoos make meaningful love tokens by Siriusstuff
[2126w | Not Rated, but probably General]
Trick-or-treating with young Stiles, Scott, Derek and his sisters.
Note: This one will melt your heart with all the cute. I can so vividly picture kid!Sterek in this and I love how Derek has taken a shine to Stiles. Fuzzy feels!
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: Talia Hale, Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Hale Family
Additional Tags: Kid Fic, Fluff, Alive Hale Family, i have no excuse for this it's just fluff and kids being adorable
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