Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Original Child Character(s)
Additional Tags: Adopted Children, Kid Fic, Teacher Derek Hale, Fluff, Parents Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Werewolf Derek Hale, Human Stiles Stilinski, Werewolf Children, Slice of Life, Domestic Fluff, Family Fluff, POV Stiles Stilinski, Alternate Hale Fire (Teen Wolf)
Series: Part 2 of Teacher Derek AU
For @sterekweekly threshold, @sterekfests baking, @sterekbingo domestic, and @warmandfluffybingocards free space.
The first thing that hit him when he came into the house was the fragrant scent of baked apples. Fall was Stiles’ favorite season. The way the air started to chill and it was just cool enough for him to wear a light jacket or hoodie, but not cold enough for him to wear something like a scarf. It never got that cold in California anyway.
But Fall. Fall was perfect. Everyone started worshiping pumpkin spice, even if Stiles didn't care for it, and the energy surrounding the changing seasons always gave him life despite the world dying around him.
“I’m home!” Stiles called into the house, locking the door behind him with one hand and gripping a grocery bag in the other.
Several little feet came trampling down the stairs before Hailey was yelling, “Daddy!” and Scarlett and James were shouting, “Uncle Stiles!”
Stiles laughed as they surrounded him and squeezed him tight with all their little werewolf strength.
“Where’s Derek?” he asked as he rubbed each of them with one hand, making sure to scent mark each of them.
“He’s in the kitchen!” Hailey practically screamed at him with glee.
“Making apples!” James put in.
“Not apples,” Scarlett chided her brother. “Apple pie! Like grandma used to make!”
That twisted Stiles’ heart in his chest, knowing that sometimes thoughts of his family weren't the best thing for Derek to relive. But pie had to be a good thing, right? Otherwise, why would Derek be making it?
“Oh, apple pie!” James repeated belatedly while Scarlett shook her head at him.
Hailey grabbed Stiles’ free hand and said, “Come on, Daddy!”
He, of course, couldn't deny her. So Stiles followed Hailey into the kitchen with Scarlett and James following behind him.
When they crossed the threshold into the kitchen, Derek was at the oven with the door open, peering into it.
“I brought the turkey breast for our Thanksgiving trial run,” Stiles teased as he raised the bag in his child-free hand. Derek turned around and closed the oven, casting them all a smile.
“Great. But you know we’ll need a giant turkey for our actual Thanksgiving.” Derek crossed the short space between them to take the bag from Stiles and pressed a kiss to his lips. The kids squealed like they always did when they kissed each other. It still made Stiles chuckle after a year of them being together.
“More like two or three turkeys. We might need one for each werewolf that shows up and then we have these little munchkins.” Stiles fake-growled at them and the kids giggled, running out of the kitchen and back up the stairs. Any other time of day and Stiles would be chasing them, getting them ready for bed, and then tucked in for the night.
But right now he needed Derek. He smiled and wrapped his arms around Derek’s neck and kissed him again. “How many pies do you have cooking?”
“Three,” Derek replied, wrapping one arm around Stiles and holding him close. “One for the kids and two for us.”
Stiles laughed and kissed Derek again, smiling against his lips.
“Good. Maybe we can take one to bed later and have a snack ‘cause I think we might be up a little late tonight.” Stiles brushed his nose against Derek’s, teething his own lip. “I missed you a lot today…and I need you. All of you.”
Derek gave a muffled moan against Stiles’ neck before sighing and raising his head to kiss Stiles again. “Later,” he promised quietly. “I’ll knot you until you pass out.”
“My hero,” Stiles joked and reluctantly pulled away. “You want me to deal with the turkey?”
“It’s okay. I’ll do it. I’m sure the kids would love to show you their blanket fort where they’ve been having tea time. Then maybe you can get them washed up and ready for dinner? That way as soon as they’re done they’re off to bed after a story or two.”
Stiles smirked and gave Derek a once over. And damn, he was fine. Stiles knew he’d always see Derek this way, even when his hair and beard started to gray. “Someone’s thought this through.”
“Maybe just a little,” Derek replied, putting the bag on the counter. “I’ve had all afternoon to come up with a master plan”
Stiles snorted a small laugh and gave Derek a heated look, wanting to do nothing more than to push Derek up against the counter and drop to his knees until Derek was coming down his throat. But he couldn't do that. Not yet anyway. “Okay, I’m gonna go check out the blanket fort and maybe have a tea party too.”
“I’ll call you guys when dinner is done.”
“And we’ll be ready.” With one last look, Stiles turned and headed up the stairs. They’d grown so much during the last year as a family and Stiles couldn't wait for all the adventures that lay ahead of them.
And maybe someday soon he’d ask Derek to marry him. It wasn't as if Stiles hadn't bought the ring already, because some days it felt like it was burning a hole into his pocket. He reached down to feel if the small box was still there, just to make sure, and smiled.
(and there it goes) i think i found my best friend
written for -
@sterekfests prompt: baking
@sterekweekly word: momentous
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski
Additional Tags: POV Derek Hale, Alternate Universe - Werewolves Are Known, Established Relationship, Alpha Derek Hale, Fluff
Summary:
…the one where Derek came home to Stiles baking.
Derek pushed open the apartment door and was immediately hit with the scent of fresh pie. It brought a big smile to his face because he loved the way it filled up the whole apartment, infusing it with warmth and deliciousness.
"Stiles?" he called out, shutting and locking the door. There was no answer as he set his bag by the door and kicked his shoes off to the side, but he wasn't worried. Some days, he'd come home to find Stiles in the kitchen, dancing around to whatever song played through his AirPods.
And sure enough, as soon as Derek turned the corner from the entryway, he could see Stiles in front of the stove, bobbing his head and shaking his ass. The kitchen counter was covered with utensils: stirring spoons, measuring cups, a well-used recipe book, and an electric mixer. There were also a couple of bowls filled with the remnants of whatever Stiles had made. Blueberry pie if Derek's nose didn't deceive him. His favorite, which made him smile even wider as he walked closer.
He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, as he watched Stiles move about the kitchen with ease. They'd only been living together for a few weeks, but this felt as natural as breathing. The familiarity of the routines they'd established and the comfort in their shared space seemed like they had been doing this forever. And Derek loved these moments; catching glimpses of the domestic life that they were building together was his current obsession. Watching Stiles in his element, his face focused yet relaxed, his joy visible in his spontaneous dance moves, made Derek realize once again how lucky he was to have Stiles.
"I can feel you staring at me," Stiles called out, smirking as he turned around. He took out his earbuds and set them on the counter next to his phone.
Derek pushed away from the column and walked over to Stiles, needing to touch him. "Can't help it. I like watching you."
Stiles was wearing one of his cute, nerdy pop culture T-shirts, and Derek couldn't resist tugging him closer by the hem. Stiles's eyes widened in surprise before morphing into a playful glare.
"You just wanted to stare at my ass," he complained, but Derek could tell he was trying to hide a smile.
Unfazed, Derek simply shrugged. "Well, it's a great ass."
Stiles snorted as he wrapped his arms around Derek.
"Welcome home," Stiles replied, leaning in and kissing Derek gently on the lips. Such a simple gesture, but it also felt momentous. This...this was home—the feel of Stiles in his arms, the delicious aroma of blueberry pie baking in the oven, and the sight of the light dimming outside their apartment window.
Derek buried his face into Stiles's neck, inhaling the mix of scents that was uniquely him but also them.
Stiles tightened his arms around him, their bodies swaying slightly to the rhythm of a melody only he could hear.
Just like that, Derek knew he was in the exact place where he wanted to be. They were building something beautiful here, with more soft moments like this to come, more joy to share and pies to bake, more laughter and dancing in their cozy apartment.
With a smile, Derek pressed a soft kiss on Stiles's neck, smiling when he hummed in contentment. This moment was perfect—the evening sunlight gently streaming in through the windows and the warmth of Stiles against him.
This was home, and Derek couldn't ask for anything more.
