Derek going around town showing everyone pictures of Stiles and bragging about his super smart, gorgeous boyfriend who works as a secret government officer. He whips the photos out everywhere, at the grocery store, when he runs into the old ladies at the park, at the movies.
Everyone in town knows Derek is completely obsessed with Stiles. The Sheriff gets stopped by people he doesn't even know gushing about Stiles' doting boyfriend.
When Stiles comes back to town, he is completely weirded out by how everyone grins at him, freaks out when random servers at the diner know his name. He thinks he's being targeted by a witch or a fairy when the check out guy at the grocery store says "Sup, Stiles" and adds his favourite candy to his cart without asking. He is absolutely sure something is wrong when he gets stopped at the park by a group of older women who all pinch his cheeks and coo at him and promise to drop off his favourite cinnamon rolls at his house later. How do they even know Stiles' favourite dessert is cinnamon rolls?!
Stiles drives like a maniac to Derek's loft and rushes inside, huffing and gasping about someone controlling the entire town. He's ranting about how everyone has been mind controlled or brainwashed while the pack smirk at a blushing, flustered Derek.
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Derek winces as Eli paces the living room rug, his small fists balled up at his sides. Tears stain his round cheeks and his eyes flicker dangerously between gold and brown but he’s been able to stop the shift more than once. It’s impressive for his age, for the fact that this is his first time dealing with the full moon but Derek is also aware how much it hurts and his heart breaks a little with each stifled cry.
"Want ‘Tiles…" Eli murmurs pathetically before crumbling down onto the rug.
"I know you do. I’m sorry E… I didn’t think you’d have to go through this." Derek says gently, reaching to pull him into his lap. He drains out some of the pain, watching his son lean into his palm. It’s not as bad as it was, Eli has calmed considerably since walking into the loft, comforted by familiar smells but any small thing still threatens to set him off again, the shift flickering in and out like a candle flame and each time it does Eli pushes him away, preferring not to be touched.
"Where ‘Tiles!?" Eli demands from his chest and Derek doesn’t know. Doesn’t know how to say that it’s possible Stiles doesn’t come. That he has no obligation to them. That humans were notorious for lying. That his anchor would change many times throughout his life and he could try focusing on something else but Eli looks so broken and miserable he can’t say any of it. He just looks back at the clock, noting that school had let out 30 minutes ago and Eli was shuddering against the shift again.
"It’s going to be okay E…" He tries to soothe but Eli is already pulling away, a whimpering howl leaving him as his face morphs again. Fangs falling passed his lips. He wails at the sudden fierceness of it, throwing himself down onto the floor howling and screeching and that’s when Derek hears the thunderous sound of footsteps racing up the stairs.
"Derek!" Stiles calls frantically, his hand pounding against the door and the alpha can barely contain his relief and surprise when the human’s worried voice rises over his son’s screaming. "Derek! Open the-"
Derek hurries to yank the door open and he barely has time to register the bag of food being shoved into his arms before Stiles is at Eli’s side, scooping the toddler up to crush against his chest.
"Tiles!" Eli cries, clutching at his teacher.
"Oh my god." Stiles says breathlessly. "Oh my god I heard you from outside. Are you okay? E, buddy? Hey, look at me. You okay?" But Eli can’t look at him, can only sob and bury his face into the human’s shoulder. Heartbreaking, hiccuping sobs that cause Derek’s own wolf to fidget unhappily. "You didn’t say it would get this bad!" Stiles demands, spinning back to glare at Derek.
Derek feels his mouth go dry as he meets the furious brown eyes.
"I-it usually isn’t for born wolves." Derek tries to explain through the knot in his throat. "We usually start shifting a few months after we’re born and it’s never this strong. Our bodies are supposed to acclimate to it gradually, he’s getting the full force of it all at once." Stiles falls still at the explanation, his mind racing to catch up with all of it before his shoulders ease slightly.
"That’s why you didn’t know he could… you assumed he was human because it’s been years without it." Derek nods pathetically, watching his son taking deep, gasping breaths of Stiles’ scent.
"I’ve never seen it like…it’s not…" He lets the words die out under Eli’s cries and Stiles face softens in understanding.
"Hey. There’s some late bloomers in everything. This isn’t your fault man."
It is his fault. He’s the alpha, the father and he can’t even help his own son. "Hey, come on big guy. I need some instruction here. You said I’m his anchor, and I can kinda guess what that means but how do I help?"
"You’re helping right now. He just needs to be near you. To smell you and touch you. You calm him and when he can stay calm he can control the shift. That dulls the pain." Stiles makes a strange face as he collapses down onto the couch, bringing Eli to his lap as he starts petting through the toddlers hair.
Derek can’t help but stare. Stiles is a few years younger than himself with fair skin and beauty marks and moles peppering along his face and neck. Dark brown hair and amber brown eyes that glint in a way that makes him look like he’s smirking even when he’s not. He smells like cinnamon and ink and books, warm and inviting and it’s no surprise Eli would be drawn to him. He’s exactly the quiet chaos the toddler is fond of. Similar to Erica in a way.
"I’m sorry…" Stiles says, drawing Derek out of his thoughts. "I’m guessing I ruined this for you huh? It’s like an imprint thing? I became his anchor because he saw me first after his first shift and not one of his parents?"
Derek feels the tension in his shoulder ease. "No. You didn’t ruin anything, that’s not really how anchors work. We don’t know what draws us to them, it can be a person, a sound, a smell, an emotion… Anything that reminds us that we’re human. That we feel and want and think as humans do. I’m probably the least plausible person who could have been his anchor because of my wolf. It would have probably drawn his shift out more. as much as it hurts it’s a more natural side to us and the instincts to shift and run and play with my pup are heightened now, I could never help him the way you can."
Stiles eyes soften back down at Eli as the sobs slowly turn to whimpers. "It’s okay then? That I'm his anchor?"
The question throws Derek for a loop. If anything he feels as if he should be asking Stiles how he feels about all this... Becoming a stress-relief pillow for a baby werewolf. "Why wouldn’t it be?"
"I just… most human parents would be pretty livid at me for getting this attached to one of my students. We’re really not suppose to interact with them outside school and while it’s not usually enforced at preschool once they’re in kindergarten and up we’re technically not supposed to touch them. I mean, they’re afraid of nefarious intentions and I totally understand that, I just didn’t want to cross a line with you."
Derek feels his wolf rumble in amusement.
"We’re the opposite, wolves are always touching. Besides I can tell the type of person you are and your intentions just by your scent and I’ve been able to smell it since I first saw you holding him. You care about him. It’s clear to both of us and that’s why he feels so safe with you." Stiles blinks owlishly back at him, his ears turning bright red as he clears his throat.
"Oh. G-Good. I… yeah, that’s good. I was afraid you would be upset."
"I’m not upset with you. I would never have allowed you to take him away from me at the school if I were. I would never have allowed you into our den. There’s little I can do by human law but if I thought for a moment you meant him any harm I would have dealt with you by ours... If anything, I’m not quite sure how to repay you for all this… It’s a little outside your job description."
Stiles snorts, smile widening as Eli’s body begins to relax against him. The feel of the gentle caresses on his back and calming voice lulling him as his human features return.
"Kids come to us with all kinds of problems. Abusive parents, suicidal thoughts, anger issues, personality disorders, physical disabilities…I’m a teacher Derek. I know what I’ve signed up for. Granted, uncontrollable werewolf baby-shift wasn’t on my bingo card but I'm nothing if not adaptable. Besides the school's working on our diversity inclusion."
Derek can’t help it, he laughs, the words so ridiculous and far from what he expected and Stiles grins happily back. Even Eli lifts his head slightly, showing his tear stained face. "Hey buddy," Stiles says, reaching to wipe the wetness off his cheeks with the sleeve of his hooded jacket.
" You came." Eli murmurs quietly, nearly in disbelief and Stiles nods.
"I pinky promised."
"Momma pomised too. She didn come." Derek nearly drops the bag of food he’s holding. Eli rarely ever mentioned Kate. None of the pack did, and though he wasn’t dumb enough to think Eli never thought of her, he knew the few memories he did have were not pleasant ones and neither had wanted to relive them. Hearing her being mentioned now causes his heart to race and if Eli were paying attention to him he knows his son would feed off the distress. Stiles however doesn’t allow him to linger on it when he leans forward and nuzzles his cheek.
"I think your momma needs to go back to school and learn the importance of pinky promises. Maybe she had a bad teacher." Eli nods as if that’s the most acceptable answer he ever heard before tilting his head up to brush his cheek back against him. He scents him. It’s timid and affectionate and Derek’s chest aches to watch it.
" ‘Tiles is da best teacher." He says with a sigh.
"Jeez, can you tell my boss that? I’m going to use you as a reference when my one on one meeting comes up. Your mission is to get me a raise okay?"
"I elp!" Eli says seriously and Stiles beams at him.
"Did it stop hurting little dude?" Stiles asks.
"Don hurt wit ‘Tiles." Eli says, playing with the loose string of his red jacket but the pained look shutters over Stiles’ face before he pushes it away again.
"Well anytime it starts hurting you can always call me. Okay?" Eli nods numbly before turning to Derek who’s watching the whole exchange breathlessly.
"Hungy." He pouts, eyeing the bag clutched in his father’s hand and Stiles is the one who laughs now.
"I guessed by your lunches that werewolf diets are much higher calories than human diets. Your dad said you liked fries so I brought the best fries in town!" Eli smiles at that and Stiles stands to carry him over to Derek.
"Dad must be hungry too…" Stiles says gently. It takes Derek a moment to realize he’s as wound and coiled as a spring, his whole body taut with by the mere mention of Kate and he forces himself to smile at his son.
"Starving…" He says, meeting Stiles’ knowing gaze before motioning them both to the kitchen island. "I’ll grab some plates."
Stiles doesn’t even bother trying to set Eli into his high chair, instead he braces his legs against the cabinet doors and makes a lap for The toddler to sit on. Eli settles on him, one hand hooked around the unzipped portion of his jacket and the other reaching for the curly fries laid out before him. Stiles lays out a burger and portion of fries for Derek before he cuts into his own, ripping pieces of it apart to feed to Eli, affectively making a safety rail with his arms on each side of him. It’s instinctual and easy and domestic and Derek decides instantly that he’s doomed.
His wolf has been unsettled since the start but as Eli calmed and Stiles’ scent turned from anxious to curious to affectionate the feeling of want had fallen over him. The want to scent Stiles. To touch him and claim him and pull him into the pack like a missing piece of a puzzle. Seeing the human in his den, holding and soothing and feeding his son like he was the most precious thing in the world… as if he were his to protect...It was almost too much.
It wasn’t normal for him to get so attached to anyone let alone get attached so quickly but here it was. The stupid, longing and aching need to have the human close wasn’t just Eli’s anymore, it was his own. A feeling he had never felt before and he knows, instinctually what that means for himself.
Mate.
The realization of it makes his heart flutter and stomach sink. He didn’t have a great track record when it came to his love life and dating his child’s teacher-turned anchor was probably the stupidest thing he could even think of doing. Besides, it was Eli who he should be focused on right now. Eli who Stiles was here for.
"Is it… rude, to ask more about this stuff?" Stiles questions after a long stretch of silence. Eli seems obliviously to their talking, his focus solely on a particularly springy-looking curly fry.
"After all you’ve done you can ask me anything you want." Derek answers back and that gets Stiles ears turning red again.
"I just… I understand about the born wolves and bitten wolves. And the alpha, beta, omega thing. But I thought you only turned during a full moon?"
"A full moon is when our control is weakest. We always have an instinctual desire to shift but we can ignore it for the most part. If we get emotional or overwhelmed we loose control faster and a full moon is when those feelings are most turbulent. Once we learn how to control it we’re able to shift at will." Stiles thinks that over for a moment before his eyes widen.
"Wait! Tonight. Full moon is tonight. Is that why it hit Eli?"
"Most likely. It’s probable that it’s been building for a while and the pull of the moon is what tipped him over the edge."
"A-And you? Are you… will you…?"
"No. I haven’t had a problem controlling my shift since I was a teenager."
"Dadda is puppy!" Eli says happily. "Ears! Show ‘Tiles your ears!"
Stiles eyes widen even more and Derek can feel his own face heat up.
"Stiles doesn’t want to see daddy’s ears." Derek says.
"Stiles absolutely wants to see daddy’s ears." Stiles quips back, eyes glinting mischievously at him. "Wait. He said puppy. Not werewolf." Derek almost wishes Stiles was dumber than he is.
"I’m a special case for our kind. I can fully shift."
"Fully shift… puppy? You mean a wolf wolf? Not half human half wolf but full ears, snout, tail wolf?" Derek nods and Stiles looks like he just won the lottery.
"Oh my god. Oh my god."
"Show ‘Tiles!" Eli pleads, French fries now forgotten to turn fully to his father.
"N-no Eli that’s okay! It’s probably pretty painful for your daddy too." Eli stills, his eyes widening like he never really thought of that as a possibility.
"Dadda hurt?" Derek has never felt the need to cry the way he has today. To see the concern in Eli’s eyes makes his own burn.
"It doesn’t hurt as bad anymore." He says as reassuringly as he can but Eli makes an unhappy sound, looking back up at Stiles for his input.
"We'll save daddy’s puppy ears for another time. Okay buddy? Did you eat enough?" Eli nods and suddenly he looks exhausted as Stiles stands with him. Derek follows, picking up the empty plates and watching out of the corner of his eye as Stiles moves around the room, taking in the bookshelves and pictures while bouncing Eli in his arms.
His wolf growls, pleased whenever Stiles’ hand skims over a book's spine, his scent bleeding into the furniture and air. Stiles’ eyes fall onto the clock sitting ontop of the desk and Derek is quick to catch it.
"I’m sorry we’ve kept you, you probably have plans..." Stiles snorts in reply.
"Me? Oh yeah, I got a whole catalog of Netflix documentaries I have to finish." He says sarcastically. " I was more worried about what time the moon rises."
"We can make sure you’re gone before then."
Now Stiles looks back at him, startled.
"Why? Isn’t that when he’ll need me here the most?"
Yes.
It’s what Derek wants to say but the guilt is already filling his chest when he looks over the human. "You have your own life Stiles. I’m sure your wife or girlfriend or friends will miss you. As harsh as it is, this is something he'll have to get used to..."
"I’m not married. And I haven’t had a boyfriend in over a year." He says pointedly, smirking when Derek’s cheeks flush. "And no friends who live close by. I mean, if it'll be easier for me to leave of course I will but if you're saying this for my benefit, I literally live by myself in an old, musky apartment that sometimes has hot water. I spend my night watching documentaries or spiraling down a rabbit hole of useless information and preschool craft ideas. This is the most interesting thing that's happened to me all year and I mean that seriously."
Derek opens his mouth to protest but Stiles cuts him off before he can speak.
"Derek. Will it be easier if I go?" He could lie. Should lie. This isn’t fair to the man, but Eli is now half asleep in his arms, fist clenched around the jacket and any resolve he has vanishes.
"No."
"Do you want me to go?" Stiles presses, voice softer than before.
"No."
"Good. Because I don’t want to go either." Derek can’t stop the pleased rumble of his wolf and Stiles eyes widen slightly when he hears it.
Derek is about to apologize, to spew a thousand different explanations when the man beams at him fondly.
"I’ve heard Eli make that sound before. I thought it was his stomach rumbling." Stiles says, his scent flaring affectionately under the grin. "Happy wolf, right?"
There’s no point in denying it at any rate so Derek nods, watching Stiles chuckle quietly to himself. "You know I was terrified of coming here. Not because of the whole wolf thing but I’m not very good around human people at the best of times. It’s why I like kids, I don’t have to do the song and dance with them. Four years olds never have a problem with telling you how embarrassing you're being... Reassuring grumbles that I’m not entirely annoying is actually really helpful to me."
"You’re not annoying." Derek says firmly. "I’m actually not convinced that you’re not some sort of fae. A human who not only fights to soothe and protect my son but who’s also not running and screaming for our captivity is a blessing I didn’t think I’d ever be worthy of." Stiles face turns scarlet.
"W-wow. Ok. So hot, single, caring dad also just busts out Shakespearean compliments like it’s nothing. Got it." Derek grins.
"Why haven’t you gone to the police?"
"Putting aside the fact that no one would actually believe me," Stiles says. "I really do care about Eli and I think being a single parent is hard enough-I can’t even imagine the stress you’re feeling right now- But you should hear him in class when he’s talking about you. You’re like Superman to him Derek. He practically glows and when it’s time to pack up for the day he flies out of his seat because he can’t wait to see you.
"I’ve seen kids whose parents hurt them. Who feel unwanted or unloved or scared to go home. Those parents are the assholes I have no problem running to cops for. But Eli loves you and that tells me all I need to know about what kind of man you are. Doesn’t matter to me after that whether that man is part wolf." This time when his wolf growls it’s intentional and Stiles seems pleased at that.
"You’re not afraid of me?" Derek asks, eyes flickering down to Eli who is now soundly asleep.
"No." Stiles replies. He says it so easily, casually . Like he’s not talking to an apex predator. And the worst part is, he’s not lying. His heartbeat has remained steady since the moment he barreled through the door. It’s all too much of a good thing. Derek is waiting for the other shoe to drop and he frowns before allowing the red to bleed into his eyes.
"Not even now?" He growls, locking his gaze onto the human.
But Stiles doesn’t seem afraid. He doesn’t seem anything but curious as Eli shifts quietly in his arms. "No."
"You haven’t even asked the one question you’ve been dying to ask since you saw Eli shift." Derek says.
"I don’t have to. You’re not going to bite me so it doesn’t matter if I can turn or not."
"You don’t think I will?" Derek asks curiously.
"Not without my consent." Stiles says with a shrug. "And I know you’re trying to scare me off. You look like you’re responsible for the sins of the world at the best of times so I can see the guilt all over your face but it’s not working Sourwolf. Really, the only thing you’re doing is making me develop a kink for red eyes."
Derek startles back at the words and Stiles smirks as he turns to finish walking the rest of the room.
Tags: Emissary Stiles Stilinski, Good Pack Alpha Derek Hale, Alpha & Emissary Relationships, Bad Pack Alpha Rafael McCall, Hurt/Comfort, Magical Stiles Stilinski, Pack Dynamics, Mild Gore, Near Death Experiences, Unhealthy Relationships in a non-romantic sense, Stiles Stilinski Leaves Rafael McCall's Pack, Stiles is Rafael's emissary, Magic, Top Derek Hale/Bottom Stiles Stilinski, Good Peter Hale, Werewolf Politics, Praise Kink, the non-sexual kind
Summary:
There was no physical equivalent to what it felt like they did, so intimate it was. It was seeing each other naked, it was deep make-outs, it was dry-humping, and it was sex, but it was none of it. Perhaps, if someone opened their chest cavities, took their hearts and squished them together, that’s what it would feel like — feeling their valves open and close, the blood pump, the muscles contract, and one heartbeat pulse right into the other.
Derek offered his hand. “Let me show you one more time.”
“Show me what?”
“What would it feel like to have an alpha.”
Warmth burst in Stiles’ tight chest. His stomach swooped. His spark trembled in anticipation, reaching out, striving to taste that power again. Going red under the constant gaze of those hazel eyes, Stiles put his hand in Derek’s. He couldn’t help but give a small inhale at their sparks meeting once more.
Heat. Weight and weightlessness. Tight embrace and high, impenetrable walls. Power. Safety.
The Dangers of Leaping Before You Look (Or: Werewolves Don't Teach Sex Ed)
Writer: @thotpuppy
Artist: @maxxifer
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Underage Sex
Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Vernon Boyd, Isaac Lahey, Erica Reyes, Lydia Martin, Jackson Whittemore, Allison Argent, Peter Hale
Additional Tags: Gratuitous Smut, Anal Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Oral Sex, Oral Fixation, Stiles Stilinski Has an Oral Fixation, Bottom Stiles Stilinski, Power Bottom Stiles Stilinski, Trans Stiles Stilinski, Trans Male Stiles Stilinski, unhygenic sex, Anal Fingering, Vaginal Fingering, Werewolf Stiles Stilinski, Knotting, Creampie, Accidental Turning, Rough Sex, Cunnilingus, Established Relationship, Established Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Pack Alpha Derek Hale, Canon Universe, it's not canon compliant but it's not really all that AU either, Smut, Shameless Smut
Summary:
"Derek’s eyes flash red in the semi-darkness, shiver running through Stiles like a feather-light touch at the heat in his glare.
“Come on, big guy,” he taunts, still breathless. “I’m not done with you yet.” Derek rumbles in his chest, deep and compelling, and Stiles tucks one heel beneath his ass and lets his knee fall to the side, spread and waiting."
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An alpha biting a human puts the werewolf saliva directly into the bloodstream, i.e. 24 hour werewolf turnaround.
an alpha having sex with a human, however, takes much, much longer, because skin absorption of alpha saliva just isn't potent enough.
Derek was never meant to be an alpha, he never got the full explanation on how to make a beta.
Stiles is just really excited that his boyfriend can neither catch nor transmit any STI's.
The restlessness around the full moon is kinda weird though…
This one is for @hedwig221b 's amazing gorgeous breathtaking fics. But specifically Seventh Petal cause the yearning and the visuals are just OH my god
