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What the hell is a Stiles? (_stiles) wrote,

John nodded his head slowly as Derek spoke. He was glad that Derek was being honest with him. And he could tell from the expression on Derek’s face that he truly valued Stiles. He was glad that there shouldn’t be any animosity between Scott and Stiles, or Scott and Derek. Alpha humans didn’t have packs, they didn’t care about how many betas were in the family, their opinions on orientations were different, though admittedly the human view of omegas was a lot less comforting than the way Derek spoke of them. So again John had to be thankful for Derek. Derek being a wolf would give Stiles some standing in society, John knew that, too.

“You love him, don’t you?” John asked gently. He didn’t really need to ask, but he was sure Derek would like to confirm it. Not just because John was Stiles’ father. But John had always loved bragging about Claudia, how much he loved her. “I know he cares a great deal about you. He always has. He’s just stubborn and defensive, but you know that.” He let out a soft breath and gazed across at Derek. “You’re a good kid, Derek. I want you to know you’re always welcome here. That I’ll help you both and support you both through any decision you make for the future.”


Scott had been huffing around all morning. Even Kira hadn’t been able to make him crack a smile. Isaac was excited for the weekend, to hang out with the pack at Derek’s, and he wanted Stiles to ask if he could bring Allison.

It had surprised Stiles that Isaac a) thought he had to ask and b) that Stiles had the sway with Derek.

“You’re his mate, idiot. Of course you do. He’d do anything if you asked or recommended,” Erica laughed. “And that’s why you’re our best friend.”

“That’s not true, we liked you before,” Isaac jumped to add.

Stiles enjoyed the way they interacted with him. He liked the touches and the scenting and how they liked that he smelt of Derek.

Scott still wasn’t pleased.

“You’re invited tomorrow,” Stiles said. “I’d like you to be there. I want you to accept this, me and Derek. I want you as part of our pack.”

“Your pack? We were a pack. What about my pack?”

Stiles shrugged. “There’s not much I can do about it, Scott. I’m Derek’s. I’m in his pack. He’s my Alpha. He’s my mate. You’d want the same thing-“

“I wouldn’t decide my mate was an eighteen year old, newly presented omega-“

“It’s not- it’s not a decision like that. I thought you’d read up on this, Derek gave you books,” Stiles said wearily.

Scott glared. “Derek isn’t the be all and end all of werewolf knowledge.”

“He didn’t write the damn books, Scott. That’s why he loaned it to you- you know what, fuck this. This is how it’s going to be. So deal with it,” Stiles said, standing, storming off to his next class ridiculously early.