The hazel eyes peering down at him in the weak light are a shade lighter than the thick emerald-green canopy hanging over his bed. Stiles blinks away his dreams. “How’d you get into the boys’ dormitory, Lydia?” His voice rasps as it travels out of his dry throat into the cool dungeon air, but Scott and the other boys won’t hear him over the Muffliato Lydia cast.
She shrugs. “What? Like it’s hard?” The tip of her Applewood wand glows white, casting deep shadows along her body as she perches on the edge of his mattress. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t have about a million fantasies that opened just like this, but as soon as she says, “Stiles, something’s wrong with Derek and his friends, and you need to come help,” he knows this ending won’t be as happy as he’s imagined.
“No,” he says, studiously ignoring the heart beating double-time behind his ribs at the mention of his ex-childhood friend. He turns away, face-planting into the cool side of his pillow. He raises his head a fraction of an inch. “Did he...” He’s a masochist, because he already knows the answer, but the question is tumbling out of his mouth anyway. “Did he ask for my help? Me, specifically?”
Manicured nails trace soft, soothing lines up and down his back. That’s a no, then. “If it were you in trouble, you’d cut off your nose to spite your face, rather than ask him for anything. And Derek’s just as much of an idiot as you are. You’re perfect for each other.”
He huffs. “Why should I help those jerks? Why should you?”
“Because, you don’t just stop loving people.”
Stiles grumbles in response. “Don’t love him.”
“Hmmm, sure you don’t. Anyway, I’ve already talked to my grandmother, and she said we needed to do this together.”
He stiffens under her calming touch. Aw, shit. This really is bad. He rolls over, already whining. “I can’t believe you did a seance without me.” He shuffles over a few inches, holds up the corner of his comforter. He’s fresh off seven hours of sleep, but he’s never felt more exhausted. “Just... ten more minutes?”
She snuggles down next to him, pats the top of his head. “I tried to keep you out of it, if I could.” She’s the brightest witch in their year, so when he says it, he believes her.
Lake water washes against the dungeon windows. He sighs. “Here we go again.”
“Look on the bright side, Stiles. We take our N.E.W.T. exams in two months, and then it’s our graduation ceremony. This should be the last time.”
One more ‘here we go again.’ Somehow, the thought doesn’t make him feel any better.
———
They roll into the Ravenclaw common room—What gets broken without being held? A promise. DUH—sack of treacle tarts pilfered from the kitchen in hand. Stiles should be mentally prepared for what he sees, but he isn’t.
“Okay.” Stiles spins around slowly, arms crossed, leveling an accusatory gaze at each mask-covered witch and wizard. “Which one of you assholes pissed off the fairies?” Everyone in the room points to Derek.
Derek throws up his hands. “It wasn’t my fault!”
“It was kind of your fault,” Isaac, in a winter-white wolf mask, says. He hooks a finger into the bag of pastries, a stray blond curl falling across his covered forehead.
Stiles shoos him away, receiving a low, menacing growl for his trouble. “Scram, mongrel. No treats for you.”
“I thought you were supposed to be one of the most powerful wizards this place has seen in ages.” Erica encompasses the whole of Hogwarts with her broad, magnanimous hand wave. She manages to broadcast utter disdain, despite the golden wolf concealing the top half of her face. “The best you can do is dog jokes?”
“You want to hear a joke, Reyes?” Stiles sneers, clenching the fabric of his bag so hard the seam tears. “You’re a b—“
“Enough!” Five pairs of eyes snap to Lydia. “We are here to help.” She pointedly glares at Stiles. “So everyone, pull your heads out of your asses and put aside your differences. You can go back to hating each other and pretending the other doesn’t exist, after we talk to the fairies and get this curse removed.” She watches Stiles and Derek lock eyes, both quickly glancing away. “Or you kiss and make up. I do not care.” She shakes her head. “Just, for now, stop.”
“Why is yours… different?” Stiles’ voice comes out a hair too soft for his liking. Derek glances at him through the holes in the simple black wolf mask. The rest of the pack wear ornate metal wolf faces covered in swirls and divots, but Derek’s is smooth, edged down the snout in vibrant blood-red.
Derek shoves his balled fists into his trouser pockets. “I may have stepped through the rift first,” he painstakingly admits.
“Ah.” Stiles’ smile is small and sad. “So it is kind of your fault.”
“Told you,” Isaac hisses.
“Does it really matter whose fault it is?” Boyd steps forward, tugging at the silver wolf plastered to his face. Stiles has always been vocal about his disapproval of Derek’s new group of Animagi friends—it’s what led to their falling out, after years of close friendship—but he’s never had a problem with Vernon Boyd. Isaac and Erica are swagger and bluster, cutting and cruel, but Boyd is soft words and strong actions.
“No.” Stiles tosses Isaac the tarts and moves toward Boyd, grasping his chin in one hand and tilting his head to and fro, running a finger along the edge of the cold silver where it’s fused to his dark skin. “They never come off?” Stiles asks.
“Never,” Derek answers. He’s moved closer on silent feet while Stiles inspects the fairies’ handiwork. “They stay on all day, and all night. We can’t transform when they’re attached to us, and we can’t take them off. Hence why we haven’t been to any lessons in almost a week. Despite her soft spot for other Animagi, Headmistress McGonagall will start making inquiries soon.”
“They force us to dance,” Erica says. “Every night, we have to return, and dance in masquerade balls. It’s what the masks are for.”
So,” Stiles broaches, the words echoing off the wide, arched windows. “I’m pretty sure avoiding fairies at all costs is like, a pretty big lesson in both Defense against the Dark Arts and History of Magic. How’d a bunch of seventh years manage to get cursed?”
Derek’s shoulders hunch up around his ears, and he toes at a twinkling star on the midnight-blue carpet to avoid Stiles’ gaze. “When you’re an Amigus, your senses are heightened, to match the animal you transform into. We were out for a run together after dinner last week, and I smelled something. It was like…” Derek shakes his head. “It was so powerful, it completely overtook my senses. I followed it, and eventually, it led us to him.”
“What did it smell like?”
“Vanilla and pine,” Derek answers.
Boyd, Erica and Isaac all answer at the same time, their words blending together in Stiles’ overactive brain.
“Cotton candy.”
“The waiting room at Saint Mungo’s.”
“Cologne.”
Lydia holds up a hand. “Wait. You all smelled something different?”
Derek nods. “We all saw something different, too, at least at first.”
“I swear I saw the back of a little girl’s head,” Boyd shares, blinking hard. “I was trying to catch up to her, before she got lost.”
“I saw a Healer,” Erica supplies, shifting minutely in her high-backed chair.
“I thought it was my brother,” Isaac quietly says, “but that’s not possible. He drowned when I was younger.”
“Who did you see?” Stiles asks when Derek remains stubbornly silent.
Derek‘s eyes jump from the over-full bookcases to the statue of Ravens Ravenclaw to the domed ceiling. “I didn’t recognize the person.”
Stiles knows Derek’s handsome face like the back of his own hand, and that scowl means he’s not being honest, but Stiles chooses to let it go. For now. “Fairies are tricky. Did any try to bargain with you?”
Derek sighs. “The longer we looked at it, the clearer he became. What we thought was a child, or a healer, or family, was actually a man, a King. He knew my name, and whispered a riddle in my ear. If I answer correctly, we’ll be set free.”
Stiles gapes at Derek. “You’re a Ravenclaw! Riddles are your thing! What is it?”
Derek shakes his pretty head. “I can’t repeat it aloud. Can’t write it down, either; trust me, I’ve tried. He asks for the answer just before dawn, when the ball is ending. If I don’t answer correctly, we have to come back the next night.”
Stiles runs a shaky hand over his tired face. “Okay. What’s our next step?”
“We’ll follow them,” Lydia says, reaching toward Isaac and pulling an invisibility cloak out of the bag they brought with them.
Isaac, pastry crumbs falling from his mouth, peers into the sack. “What other goodies do you keep in here? Are there any chocolate frogs?”
Stiles rolls his eyes. “Where are we following you, exactly?”
“The Forbidden Forest,” Derek answers. Below the black wolf face his full lips press into a thin, hard line. “And then, into the fairy realm.”
Sterek Bingo 2019 • Themes: Fairies, Masquerade, Other Realms
The knock on Stiles' door at almost three a.m. wasn't nearly as alarming as the sight on the other side. Stiles was used to the pack showing up at odd hours with questions, concerns, research requests, but the one person who never just showed up was Derek. He would always call or text first, making sure he wasn't bothering Stiles. So when Stiles opened his door to see Derek looking like a terrified puppy, dread washed over him like a tidal wave.
"Derek?" Stiles glanced behind him, expecting someone else but the alpha was alone.
"I-I didn't know where else to go," Derek's voice was weak and quiet, very different from the usual authoritative tone he held.
"What's wrong?" Stiles moved aside, allowing Derek into his small one bedroom apartment.
"I..." Derek's hands were shaking as he ran them over his face.
"Hey, look at me," Stiles took Derek's hands in his, forcing the alpha to meet his eyes.
Derek let out a sob before burying his face into Stiles' chest.
"Whoa," Stiles didn't know what to do. Derek was not an affectionate person, ever. It only made Stiles worry more.
"Hey, talk to me," Stiles coaxed Derek gently, his arms wrapping around the alpha.
"She took it away from me. I'm...I'm nothing," Derek sobbed.
"What? Who took what?" Stiles pulled back so he could see Derek's face.
"The Fairy. You were right, I never should have confronted her," Derek's head dropped to his chest.
"Oh, Derek," Stiles sighed as he led the alpha to the couch. "What happened?"
"I'm...I'm..." Derek buried his head in his hands.
"What did she take?" Stiles urged Derek to continue. He'd never had to console Derek before and didn't know the first thing about how to do it. What was the protocol for when your alpha shows up on your door in tears?
"My wolf," Derek sobbed into his hands.
"Wait, what?" Stiles hadn't been sure he heard that right.
"I'm just human now," Derek looked up, his eyes red from the tears.
Stiles' mouth fell open. Derek had been born a wolf; he'd never had to be human before. He couldn't imagine what he was going through.
"I don't understand, how did she-"
"She split us up. She used some spell and separated me from my wolf," Derek cut in.
"Wait, you mean there is a wolf out there just roaming around?" Stiles gestured towards his door.
Derek nodded.
"We need to find him, er you, or whatever," Stiles shook his head in confusion.
"I thought he'd come here," Derek's shoulders slumped.
"Why would you think that?" Stiles' face scrunched in the way it often did when he didn't understand something.
"It's the first place I came," Derek shrugged, his eyes not meeting Stiles'.
"Right, but this isn't you. I mean...not really you. This is your animal side. They don't think like humans do so..." Stiles waved his hands around as he spoke. "Where would your wolf want to go?"
Derek swallowed. He had genuinely thought his wolf would come here. Nobody knew, but Stiles was Derek's anchor.
"Nothing, really?" Stiles threw his hands up.
"I'm sorry," Derek shrugged again, his tired eyes meeting Stiles'.
"Look, don't apologize, alright? We'll figure this out, I promise. For now, you need to sleep," Stiles gestured towards his bedroom.
Derek's eyes went wide, "What?"
"Come one, you look like warmed up dog shit. I've got some research to do. You can fit in a couple of hours of sleep," Stiles grabbed Derek's hands and pulled him to his feet.
"But you need to sleep," Derek frowned at Stiles.
"Nah, I'm good. I wasn't asleep anyway, come on."
It was true, Stiles hadn't been asleep despite the late hour. He had been researching the faery Derek was supposed to not be confronting. Faeries were tricky and you had to know how to handle them. Derek had learned that lesson the hard way.
Stiles led Derek to his room pulled back the made up sheets.
"Just a few hours," Stiles urged Derek to lie down.
Derek let out a sigh. He would have said no but he was exhausted, and Stiles' scent was always calming to him.
He climbed into the bed and laid down.
"I'll just be in the other room," Stiles gestured to the door. "If you need anything."
Derek only nodded.
Once Stiles was out of the room and the door was closed, Derek buried his face into Stiles' pillow. The scent was there but without his werewolf abilities it was severely muted.
Tears pricked Derek's eyes again. He had hated crying in front of Stiles. He never cried in front of anyone, ever, but he had always been a werewolf and a part of him was literally missing. It hurt in a way Derek couldn't explain.
Stiles started to pace the small living room. He didn't know what to do. It was three a.m. so he couldn't do much yet, but he had to fix this. Seeing Derek like this hurt him deeply. He'd grown to care for Derek over the last few years. Their relationship was odd and looking in from the outside you'd think they hated each other. They fought like a newly divorced couple and always had snide remarks to say about the other. But they also worked well together. They disciplined the pack like seasoned parents. They trusted each other like best friends, and they protected each other like siblings. Anyone who knew the pair well enough knew the snide remarks were out of love and the disagreements were stemmed from concern and worry. And right now was no different.
"Stupid idiot," Stiles huffed under his breath. "I told you not to confront her."
Normally Derek would respond from the other room, having heard Stiles, but not this time and it made something in Stiles' stomach drop. Derek was human. He didn't hear Stiles.
Stiles ran a hand through his hair before grabbing his laptop, he had just sat on the couch with it when his bedroom door opened.
"Derek," Stiles was instantly back on his feet.
"I..." Derek's voice was timid, and his posture read as embarrassed.
Stiles waited patiently for Derek to continue, he knew pushing wasn't the way to get Derek to open up, it had taken years to learn how to handle Derek but now Stiles was a pro.
Derek cleared his throat, searching for an ounce of dignity in his tone, "I'm used to having a built-in alarm system, but I can't even hear you in here and..." Derek trailed off.
The urge to pull Derek into a hug gripped Stiles. He couldn't imagine how hard this was for Derek.
"I was wondering if maybe you could do your research in here, just so I can...relax," Derek was struggling to not sound pathetic. Asking the human to look after him was just insult to injury.
"Oh, of course," Stiles felt a swell of pride that Derek trusted him to look after him, but he also felt strange. Usually Derek was the one to look after him.
Derek settled back into bed while Stiles sat at his computer desk next to the window. He opened his laptop and set to work on his continued faery research.
Derek watched with admiring eyes as Stiles typed away on his computer, eyes scanning the screen, only pausing to scribble something in his notebook on occasion.
Derek wished he could hear Stiles' heartbeat. It was always calming to him. Anytime it was just the two of them working on something Derek would always listen to the soft thud, letting it calm his tense nerves. He often fell asleep to the sound on pack movie night. Without his heightened hearing though, the usual thrum of his personal lullaby fell deaf to his now human ears.
Derek watched as Stiles ran a stressed hand through his hair. It was something Stiles did often. But the little tug at the end showed his frustration. Derek had slowly picked up on the differences in Stiles' many mannerisms. Such as the way he would bite his bottom lip when anxious, or how he would tap his fingers when he was losing patience. Or how he would train his eyes on the ground when he was shy, or how he would reach for Derek's shoulder when he sensed the alpha's tension. It was small things like that that Derek had helped Derek learn how to manage Stiles. Not many people could, shy of Scott and his own dad, Stiles was a complicated person to handle. But Derek had figured him out. It hadn't been easy and he'd read things wrong more than once over the years, but now he had it all down pat and right now seeing Stiles tug gently at the strands of his hair as he ran his hand through, he knew, he wasn't just frustrated, he was stressed and getting nowhere.
"She told me something, but I don't know if it will mean anything to you," Derek spoke up then.
Stiles turned, not realizing Derek was still awake.
"She said distance makes the heart grow fonder," Derek recited tiredly. He'd repeated it to himself, trying desperately to make sense of it, but ultimately gave up.
"Why would you need to be fonder of your wolf? That doesn't make sense," Stiles shook his head. "Did she say anything else?"
Derek struggled to remember the chant she'd mumbled before he'd been separated. "Take from me and I'll take from you, your no longer one but now you're two. Sewing the seam cannot be done, until you find what makes you one."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Stiles threw his hands up.
"I don't know," Derek yawned.
Stiles let out a sigh, "Try not to worry about it. I'll see if I can make sense of her riddle."
Derek stared at the human as he scribbled on his notepad. He tried to imagine the sound of the pen scratching on the paper, the way his wolf would have heard it, but it was no use. With a heavy sigh he rolled over. He couldn't think about that. It was too hard.
-
When Derek woke up the next morning Stiles was still at his computer desk, but this time he had a coffee in his hands as he frowned at the screen.
"You're still up?" Derek commented, causing Stiles to jump. The coffee leapt from the cup and onto his shirt.
"Derek, I didn't wake you, did I?" Stiles asked, grabbing a napkin he had next to him. He wiped at the small stain as he looked over at Derek.
"No," Derek knew that if he'd had his werewolf abilities, he would have heard Stiles but he tried not to dwell on that.
"What time is it?" Derek asked, sitting up.
"Almost nine," Stiles answered looking at his computer screen once again.
"Stiles, you need to rest too. You've-"
"Here, I got you a towel and I swung by your place to get you a change of clothes and also to see if maybe your wolf-self had shown up there, he hadn't. Anyway. I hope that's okay." Stiles cut in gesturing towards a pile of clothes on Stiles' dresser.
"Thanks," Derek frowned but didn't say anything else. He hadn't even heard Stiles leave.
"I called Deaton and the rest of the pack. We're all working on getting this thing figured out. Scott, Malia and Isaac are trying to find your wolf. Lydia and Allison are looking for the Fairy that did this, to try and find out how to undo it. Deaton and Liam are looking into the riddle to see if they can decipher it."
"And you?" Derek looked at Stiles. He looked worn out. His eyes were bloodshot from staring at the computer screen all night. His shirt was stained with fresh coffee and his hair was a mess from his fingers spending half the night tugging at it. His shoulders were taught with obvious stress.
"I'm taking care of you," Stiles gave small lopsided grin.
Guilt washed over Derek. He didn't want to be the reason Stiles was sleep deprived and full of worry.
"I'm sorry. I just wanted her to leave. She wanted you, and I..." Derek trailed off. Stiles had pleaded with Derek not to let her get to him, but it was Stiles. She had taken a keen interest in the human and had offered him a spot in her court. Derek didn't know why a faery would want a human in her court, but she was insistent he was special. When Derek had heard, he immediately put Stiles in 'protective custody' refusing to let him be alone. Which had of course led to a heated argument between the pair. Derek having lost said argument had decided to confront her. He'd threatened her and she didn't take it well.
"I get it, but you shouldn't have, Derek. Was this really worth it?" Stiles gestured to the ex-werewolf.
Derek only dropped his eyes.
"Go shower, we've got work to do." Stiles urged, turning back to his computer.
Derek didn't argue, instead he grabbed his clothes and towel and closed himself in the bathroom.
Once Stiles was sure Derek was in the shower, he let his head drop into his hands. He hadn't told Derek that Lydia and Allison had found the faery less than ten minutes ago, shredded to pieces by what Stiles was guessing was Derek's wolf. He was too afraid to take that hope away from Derek. Not until he had some good news at least. Stiles was actually glad Derek didn't have his werewolf abilities, it made keeping his emotions in check much easier. He didn't have to worry that his scent was betraying his acting abilities. Derek had to take Stiles at his word.
Once out of the shower, Stiles tried to convince Derek to eat something but the ex-alpha insisted he wasn't hungry.
"I figured we could try and find your wolf," Stiles said, grabbing the keys to his jeep.
"I don't know where to start," Derek frowned. He'd been sure his wolf would find Stiles.
"Well Scott, Isaac, and Malia were checking the woods. We assumed he would still smell like you," Stiles gave a shrug, before opening the door for Derek.
"Stiles, I...I don't know how to do this," Derek shook his head. "Being human I mean." His eyes fell the the floor between them.
"Hey, listen to me," Stiles put his hand on Derek's shoulder causing him to look back up. "I'm gonna be right here the whole time. And if anyone is good at being a useless human it's me," Stiles gave a wink before leading Derek outside.
Derek didn't say anything as they made their way towards the parking garage.
Stiles was just about to unlock the jeep when a growling sound caused Stiles to pause.
"Uh, Stiles," Derek said backing slowly away from the jeep.
Stiles walked around to see a wolf crawling out from under the jeep, his teeth bared into a vicious snarl.
"Is that..."Stiles shoved the keys into Derek's hands and dropped to his knees between Derek and the wolf.
"Hey, Der, it's me, Stiles," He put a hand out, palm facing upwards.
"Stiles what are you doing?" Derek went to reach for Stiles, but the wolf lunged with a vicious snap causing him to jump back.
"It's okay, I've got this," Stiles urged Derek to back up.
Hesitantly Derek obliged.
The wolf crept closer his snarl lessening as he neared Stiles hesitantly.
"That's it, see? It's me," Stiles had hoped the wolf would recognize him as his pack member.
The wolf pressed his nose to Stiles' palm.
"I've got you, big guy," Stiles' hand cupped the chin of the wolf, giving a gentle scratch.
Derek watched with curious eyes as his wolf grew closer to Stiles.
"Okay so he doesn't like me, great, that'll make this easier," Derek quipped sarcastically.
"This is a good thing, that means he trusts me, and we know where he is. Now we just have to find out how to put you back together again," Stiles frowned, his hand now scratching behind the wolf's ears. "Like humpty dumpty," Stiles grinned widely.
"Humpty dumpty never got put back together, Stiles," Derek huffed in annoyance. He didn't know why he was so annoyed suddenly. Perhaps it was the way Stiles was so comfortable with his wolf.
"Yes he did, all the kings horses and all kings men...couldn't put humpty dumpty together again, shit, you're right," Stiles frowned as he realized how the rest of the nursery rhyme went.
"What are we gonna do with him?" Derek huffed, gesturing towards the wolf, earning a low growl.
"Derek," Stiles snapped standing to face the now human. "I know you're frustrated, but you need to relax. He can sense your hostility."
Derek's jaw clenched.
"I told you, I'm going to figure this out, didn't I?" Stiles put a hand on Derek's shoulder.
This earned another growl from the wolf.
"Would you stop being possessive, this is literally you," Stiles snapped at the wolf as he gestured towards Derek.
Just then his phone beeped with a message.
"Deaton thinks he has something. Can you two ride in peace together?" Stiles snapped, glaring at Derek and his wolf.
When neither responded he opened the door and the wolf jumped in first. Derek begrudgingly followed suit.
Stiles pinched the bridge of his nose. This was beyond frustrating.
-
The car ride was quiet and tense. Derek's wolf rode with his head on Stiles' lap. It made Derek uncomfortable. He hated how needy of Stiles his wolf was being. If he wasn't careful it would give away the fact that Stiles was Derek's anchor. He hoped it was only because Stiles was a pack mate and his wolf was scared.
When Stiles walked into Deaton's office with Derek and a black wolf in toe, the room paused.
"You found Derek, er his wolf," Scott gestured behind Stiles.
"Yeah, he was under my jeep when we left," Stiles gave the wolf a small scratch on the head.
"He likes to be pet," Lydia rose a brow curiously.
"By Stiles only," Derek grumbled.
"That's curious," Deaton said turning to a book of his.
Scott knelt down towards the wolf.
Derek's wolf backed away slightly, hiding behind Stiles' leg.
"Okay why isn't he growling at Scott," Derek threw his hands up.
"I probably smell like the pack," Scott shrugged.
"I'm literally a part of him and he nearly took my hand off," Derek was still bothered by his wolf's reaction.
"Well you kind of smell like a fairy threw up on you, no offense," Isaac piped in then. He gave an innocent shrug.
"Well considering he murdered the fairy that explains the animosity," Lydia nodded with a huff.
"He what?" Derek snapped his head towards the redhead.
"I hadn't gotten around to telling him that part yet. I was hoping for some good news first," Stiles bit at his bottom lip.
Derek's shoulders slumped.
"Which we unfortunately don't have," Allison sighed looking longingly at the pile of books on Deaton's desk.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Derek snapped at his wolf, earning a growl.
"No, she could have undone this. Why the hell did you think killing her was a good idea?" Derek continued taking a hostile step towards the wolf.
"Derek," Stiles put a hand up to stop Derek from taking another step.
The wolf snapped his jaws with a vicious snarl.
"Wow he really doesn't like you, does he?" Liam noted with a dumb smile on his face.
Derek shot his a glare, knocking the smirk off his mouth quickly.
"The riddle," Deaton started, not looking away from his book. "I believe you have to give your wolf what it wants in order to put yourself back together."
"How the hell am I supposed to know what it wants?" Derek snapped, he tossed a glare at the wolf who still held his defensive state.
"I believe it's something you've been depriving him of. Can you think what that might be?"
The room looked at Derek expectantly.
Derek gave an annoyed eyeroll before it hit him. The tension in his shoulder rose and his jaw clenched.
"I can't do that," Derek's tone was low and threatening.
"Do what?" Stiles frowned.
Derek's eyes met the human's. The whiskey brown was dulled with exhaustion from lack of sleep. Lack of sleep that Derek's problem had caused.
"It's not up to me. I can't just..." Derek trailed off, turning away from the group. Tears pricked at his eyes. He hated everything about this.
"Derek," Stiles put a hand on Derek's shoulder.
"I can't fix this, and neither can you," with that, Derek stalked out of the room.
Stiles gaped after the ex-werewolf.
"I don't understand," Liam frowned.
"Do you think it's his family?" Allison asked quietly, looking to Deaton.
"No, that's not possible. I think it's something else," Deaton glanced at a worried looking Stiles. Allison's eyes followed what Deaton was looking at.
"You think..." She trailed off.
Deaton only nodded.
"I'm gonna go after him," Stiles said then going for the door. Derek's wolf was on his heels.
"Der, just...wait here," Stiles shook his head at the wolf. But he continued towards the door with Stiles.
"Stay," Stiles huffed, but again the wolf ignored him.
Stiles held a hand up and snapped harshly, "No." this seemed to get the wolf's attention.
When Stiles walked out the wolf laid down with a whine.
"He'll be back," Isaac offered gently kneeling next to the wolf.
"His wolf wants Stiles," Lydia nodded in understanding.
"We always thought Stiles was Derek's anchor but what if it's more than that?" Allison hummed.
"You think Derek likes Stiles?" Scott snorted a laugh. He couldn't imagine the two of them together.
"No," Lydia shook her head, "I think Derek loves Stiles."
-
Stiles caught up with Derek just outside Deaton's office.
"Hey, Derek, please, wait," Stiles grabbed Derek's arm stopping him as he walked towards the road. "Where are you going?"
"Home," Derek snapped, refusing to meet Stiles' eyes.
"Let me take you," Stiles offered.
"What about...Me?" Derek huffed gesturing towards the building where he wolf was still inside.
"I'll get the pack to look after him for a bit. Right now you need me," Stiles gave Derek's arm a gentle squeeze.
"Stiles," Derek sighed, but before he could object, the human was dragging him towards his jeep.
Derek didn't argue. He knew it was no use and if he was being honest, not having his werewolf abilities made him uncomfortable and not want to be alone.
Stiles stayed silent the entire way to Derek's house. He'd text Scott, asking him to look after Derek's wolf until he got Derek settled.
The ex-alpha was thankful for the silence. It gave him time to think. How could he possibly fix this? It didn't sound like his wolf could be reasoned with and he couldn't give his wolf what he wanted. He didn't even know how. It's not like he could gift wrap Stiles and present him to the wolf.
It wasn't until Stiles and Derek were inside Derek's loft that Stiles finally spoke up.
"Derek, you know I want to help you, and I'll do everything I can but...I don't know how if you don't tell me what he wants," Stiles spoke cautiously, like he would scare Derek off with his words.
"It doesn't matter cause he's not getting it," Derek snapped.
Stiles knew Derek wasn't mad at him, he was just lashing out.
"Why not?"
"I can't just...it's not possible," Derek shook his head. He knew his wolf wanted Stiles, he always had but that wasn't up to Derek and if Stiles knew that he was what was keeping Derek separated from himself, he wouldn't hesitate to do whatever necessary to fix it. That was one of the many things Derek loved about Stiles.
"Are you sure?" Stiles pressed gently.
Derek looked at Stiles with sad eyes. What was he supposed to do? He either chose his wolf or Stiles. He couldn't do that. If he told Stiles that his wolf wanted him, it could ruin their relationship. And while it wasn't the ideal relationship, it was enough, and Derek didn't want to lose that.
"Derek, please," Stiles took a step towards the now human.
If he didn't tell Stiles that his wolf wanted him then he'd be stuck as a human forever. He didn't know if he could do that. How was he supposed to choose between being a werewolf or having Stiles in his life? He wished that was a no brainer question, but he didn't know how to be human. He'd been a werewolf all his life. But giving up Stiles, the one thing he loved most...he didn't know how to do that either.
Suddenly Derek's resolved disappeared and the tears started. He slumped to the couch and buried his head in his hands.
"Derek," Stiles dropped down next to the ex-alpha. "Please, talk to me."
Derek looked up with teary green eyes. "I don't know how to be human. I don't want to be human." His tone was broken and quiet.
Stiles grabbed Derek's hands in his. "Then let me help you, please," Stiles begged, his hands cupped around Derek's.
"I think I need to be alone for a while, please," Derek said standing then.
Stiles closed his eyes with a sigh. He knew that this was Derek putting up his walls.
"Derek-"
"Please," Derek cut in his tone sharp but pleading at the same time.
Derek only nodded. He knew pushing wouldn't help.
"If you need me..." Stiles sighed. He knew it was pointless, Derek wouldn't call.
Derek couldn't watch at Stiles left. He feared he might ask him to stay if he did.
Once the door closed behind the human, Derek dropped back onto the couch with a sob.
Stiles leaned back against the wall just outside Derek's door with a sigh.
Tears pricked his eyes when he heard the sobs. He hated not being able to do anything. He had to fix this and if Derek wouldn't let him help, maybe his wolf would.
-
Stiles stepped inside his apartment to see Isaac sitting on the couch with Derek's wolf next to him.
"Isaac, what are you doing here?" Stiles glanced around as if expecting to see the rest of the pack.
"I tried to take him to my place, but he wasn't having it, so I used your emergency key," Isaac gestured towards the wolf.
"Oh, uh, okay. That's good actually, I was hoping to try and I dunno, get something useful out of him," Stiles nodded dropping his keys on the table near the door.
"He's not just gonna talk, he's a dog," Isaac pointed out.
"Yes, I'm aware," Stiles quipped with a roll of his eyes, "I'm gonna see if I can figure out what he wants, since Derek won't tell me."
Isaac glanced down. The pack had agreed it was up to Derek to tell Stiles.
"I'll leave you to it," Isaac stood up then. If he couldn't talk to Stiles, maybe he could talk to Derek. He had smelled how miserable and stressed Derek had been. Being human wasn't easy for him.
Stiles took Isaac's spot on the couch once he left. Derek's wolf moved his head so it was against Stiles' leg.
"Why couldn't she put a spell on you that made you verbal? She had to go and make this even more difficult, didn't she?" Stiles sighed, petting the wolf as he spoke.
"You know I always wondered if Derek were human if he'd be happier, not having the weight of being an alpha or have to smell everyone's emotions. But I think it's harder for him not knowing. I like him not being able to smell my emotions. It's easier to hide the fact that I'm hopelessly in love with him," Stiles snorted. "I know pathetic right? Huh, I guess I technically just told Derek I was in love with him. I mean you are technically Derek. Just his animalistic side, which honestly, super hot." Stiles chuckled to himself as he continued to pet Derek's wolf.
"You know if this riddle is really saying that he has to give you something that you want but is depriving you of, doesn't that mean he wants it to? What could he be depriving himself of?" Stiles ran his hand through his hair. He didn't have the slightest clue what Derek could want.
"What do you want, huh? What could a wolf want?"
The wolf only let out a deflated huff as his eyes started to close. Stiles' petting was putting him to sleep.
"Safety? He has that. A pack? He's got that," Stiles' hand stopped scratching for a moment earning a small whine from the wolf.
"Affection. That's something Derek never gets," Stiles hummed thoughtfully as he continued to scratch Derek's ears. But was Derek really depriving his wolf affection?
The sound of a knock on his door interrupted his thoughts then.
Stiles got up, with the wolf on his heels.
"Derek," Stiles was surprised to see the ex-alpha.
"I uh...you said if I need you..." Derek looked nervous and beyond stressed.
"What's wrong? Are you okay?" Stiles scanned Derek for any injury he might not have noticed.
"Not...not really," Derek shook his head.
"Come on," Stiles pulled Derek inside earning a growl from his wolf.
"Hey, knock it off," Stiles snapped at the wolf. He instantly stopped growling but stayed glued to Stiles' leg.
"I've made a decision," Derek spoke in an unsure tone.
Stiles waited patiently for Derek to continue.
"I have a choice to make and it's not easy but...I..." Derek started to pace.
This worried Stiles. Derek was not a pacer. He was always oddly still even when he was under a lot of stress. In fact, the more stressed the more still Derek got. But this, this made Stiles anxious.
"I have to choose between being a werewolf and losing someone close to me and I..." Derek's voice caught in his throat. "I can't lose them," his eyes dropped to the floor unable to meet Stiles'.
"Derek, you can't give up your wolf like that," Stiles took a step towards Derek.
"I don't have a choice," Derek shook his head.
"You just said you did."
"No, I can't."
"Derek, this isn't who you are. You can't give up your wolf like-"
"I can't lose you," Derek snapped cutting Stiles' off.
Derek's jaw clenched as he realized what he'd just said.
"Derek, what are you talking about?" Stiles took another step towards Derek, but the ex-alpha took a step back.
"Derek, please," Stiles' tone was worried now.
"I've made my decision," Derek tried to sound sure of himself but the waiver in his tone gave him away.
"Derek, you're not gonna lose me, please, talk to me," Stiles took another tentative step towards Derek.
Derek took another step back, his back now hitting the door.
"Why would you ever think you have to choose between me and your wolf? I would never-"
"Because what he wants will ruin this," Derek blurted again. He couldn't handle this. He was losing it.
"What are you talking about, Derek, what does he want?" Stiles stepped in closer.
Derek swallowed hard. Stiles wasn't going to let it go. He had to tell him.
Stiles waited as Derek looked at him with worried eyes.
"You," He whispered.
Stiles frowned, "What about me?" He glanced down at the wolf that was sitting patiently behind him.
"He wants you," Derek's head dropped, his eyes closing in shame.
Stiles looked back over at the wolf his eyes going wide.
"You want to turn me?" Stiles asked, his tone horrified. He took a stumbled step back.
Derek's head shot up. The fear in Stiles eyes sent panic coursing through Derek. "What? No, I'm in love with you," He blurted.
The fear turned to shock.
Derek's eyes were wide with terror at what he'd just admitted. Now he'd done it.
"Affection," Stiles mumbled. As he recalled how Derek's wolf didn't want him to stop petting him. "From me."
"What?" Derek frowned. He wanted to reach for Stiles but was afraid to.
"Distance makes the heart grow fonder," Stiles chuckled with a shake of his head. "She wanted me in her court so you would admit how you felt. When you threatened her, she knew your wolf would want to stay close and you'd pull away. She was doing me a favor."
"What are you talking about?" Derek frowned.
"She told me she wanted to give me my hearts greatest desire and that joining her court would give me that. I didn't understand then, but she was trying to give me you."
Derek's brows furrowed in confusion but before he could ask any more questions, Stiles' mouth was on his.
The feel of stiles' lips slotted against his sent a warm feeling up his spine.
When they pulled apart, it was like Derek's sensed were in hyperdrive. He smelled everything at once and his ears were suddenly on level ten.
Stiles was grinned widely.
"Wait, my wolf," Derek noticed the lack of canine in the room.
"She wasn't just a regular fairy. She was a pixie. They give someone something that their heart desires most without them realizing and then they owe her and it's usually not something good. She was trying to manipulate us," Stiles recalled his late night research on the different types of Fae.
"When you wouldn't agree to join her court. She spelled me so that I would owe her the favor," Derek nodded in understanding.
"Wait, you said that if you gave your wolf what it wanted that you'd lose me. Why would you think that?" Stiles asked with a frown. Had he done or said something that made Derek think that?
"I was sure you would want nothing to do with me if you knew," Derek dropped his eyes to his feet.
"Derek," Stiles lifted the werewolf's chin. "You were really gonna choose me over your wolf?"
"It wasn't an easy decision, but I knew if I lost you, I'd be lost. At least without my wolf I'd have you to help me."
"You'll always have me, Der," Stiles leaned forward again.
This time Derek pulled Stiles in, keeping him close. His wolf preened at the feeling of finally having what he wanted and Derek was happy to give it to him.
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The Mischievous Boy and The Time Traveling Fairies
“Daddy!” Mischief screamed, reaching out blindly. He was falling through air, his eyes squeezed shut and then -
Then he was landing in a pair of strong, warm, arms. “Daddy!” Mischief buried his face into his fathers chest. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have climbed the tree!”
“Um…” A voice said above him. Not his dad’s voice. Mischief pulled back, and then his eyes widened in alarm. The man holding him was not his dad. It was some sort of strange, bearded, lumberjack! “Stiles?”
“Yeah?” Another voice called back. Mischief turned to see another man walking up, this one was wearing plaid. Was he a lumberjack, too? “Oh. Oh.” The man stepped right up into Mischief's space. “Oh shit.”
Title: Listening To Godmother
Rating: T
Theme: Faeries
Word Count: 4,541
Summary: Stiles Stilinski likes to consider himself a pretty good fairy godmother, but when one of his charges- a human named Derek- gets bitten by a werewolf, he decides he's going to be a great fairy godmother
Title: The Happiest Cosplay On Earth
Rating: General Audiences
Theme: Disney and Cosplay and Faeries
Word Count: 782
Summary: Stiles wants everyone to cosplay Peter Pan for his birthday trip to Disneyland. Lydia gets things in order.
Notes: Written from Lydia’s POV.
