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What the hell is a Stiles? ([info]_stiles) wrote,
@ 2017-10-31 20:08:00

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Stiles really hadn’t been expecting to actually fall asleep before nine. Because he never had before. Aside from if he hadn’t slept for a day or so. He’d been intending to just fake being asleep until his dad had checked on them, but John had come in (expecting some fake sleeping, too) to find Stiles on his back, snoring, and Derek cuddling against him. Derek was even more of a good influence than John could have hoped.

Stiles woke up before his alarm again. And he felt amazing. Not just because it was Friday, and not just because it was Friday. But waking up with Derek did that for him. He leant over and kissed Derek gently on the lips. He ran his fingers gently over the scruff on his mate’s jaw. He hoped he’d be able to grow somewhat of a beard, but omegas didn’t tend to, especially if he was thinking of having babies all the time.


“Do I have to go to school?” Stiles asked quietly as they sat down for breakfast, glancing over his shoulder to check his dad wasn’t creeping up on them. “I’ve got lame classes today, I can breeze through them, we could just go back to yours-“ he said softly. He knew Derek wouldn’t agree. He knew Derek would make him stay in school even during his free periods. Derek was going to be a good dad.


He was glad he actually got to see his dad before he headed to school, though. John woke up and joined them for coffee just before they left. He didn’t seem at all surprised to see Derek still there.

“You both slept well, hm?” He asked with a smirk over the rim of his coffee cup. “Good early night?”

“Well we both have busy days- I’ve got school, Derek has realtor and grocery appointments, got to be well rested,” Stiles said with a shrug. He had no other explanation, other than all the sex they’d had and the fact that sleeping next to Derek was incredibly calming.

“Busy weekend?” John asked.

“Stuff with the pack,” Stiles replied easily.

“So you’re like- the...pack deputy now?” John queried. The ins and outs of werewolf packs and their workings weren’t completely common knowledge among humans without a pack. And it varied a lot. So John had no real knowledge of where Stiles now fit in. “You were in Scott’s pack though?”

“Well yeah,” Stiles shrugged. “But Derek is my mate. It’s not like we’re all adhereing to usual pack dynamics here anyway, dad.”

John looked at Derek. He’d known Talia and the Hale pack, he’d been a year beneath Derek’s dad in school, they’d played lacrosse together, he knew things were different. Dating, bonding, mating.

“If you have some time, Derek, maybe you can... run through some things with me.”

“Dad-“

“Son, it’s important. This is your life now. You’re mates with a werewolf. I need to know what that entails.”

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[info]_stiles
2017-12-14 08:41 pm UTC (link)
"Der, it's okay," Stiles whispered softly, stroking his hand over Derek's chest.

At least now Scott looked a little abashed. Stiles didn't know if it was because he was very obviously making his choice, being pressed against his mate as he was, or if it was the way Derek was speaking to him. Scott might have been an alpha, but Derek was an Alpha. He had the commanding tone, the control over himself that made him believably intimidating.

"Sh, baby," he cooed, leaning in to press his nose against Derek's neck, then his lips to the same spot. Then he turned his eyes to Scott again.

"Derek and I are going to have a baby," Stiles said, voice and expression soft, though the rest of him was very serious. "Not right now," he added, seeing Scott about to protest. "But in a couple of months, we're gonna make a baby. He's gonna look like Derek. I'm gonna be huge and bitchy and I'm probably gonna eat a lot of weird shit. And I want you to be there for that. I want you to be the person I text from the hospital when I'm in labour telling you I'm never gonna do this again, and have you text back that of course I will, because I'm making a pack with the man I love. I want you to be the guy our kid starts walking towards with his first steps cos he loves his uncle Scott so much. I want you and Melissa to be there with my dad when Derek and I get married. I want you to drunk text me dumbass names you want us to call the next ones."

Stiles' voice wavered slightly, his grip on Derek increasing. But Scott looked completely floored, his mouth open slightly, eyes wide and maybe a little shiny.

"You guys are gonna have a baby?" he asked, as though he'd never heard of anything so miraculous. As though that was the one damn thing needed to win him over. "Can I- can I buy him little shoes? And teach him lacrosse? Will he be a wolf?"

"You can do whatever you like as long as you stop being a jackass," Stiles huffed, reluctantly relinquishing his hold on Derek so that he could offer his best friend a hug.

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[info]surlier
2017-12-15 07:03 pm UTC (link)
Anyone else would have been shoved away, but this was Stiles, his mate, and Derek closed his eyes, his head tilting towards the other man.

Stiles wanted him to calm down, but it wasn't okay. As long as Scott understood that-- he breathed in deep, let some of the tension flow out of his shoulders as he pressed his face into the top of Stiles' head, breathing in his scent and letting his mate --

His mate. An omega. Derek tilted his head a little more, hiding his grin as he listened to Stiles, caught the change in Scott's scent. Omegas made packs into family and Stiles had a whole new set of instincts that were telling him to do just that. There were blood families, and then families by choice, and Stiles could work both of them.

His arm curled low around Stiles waist, almost around his hips as he finally managed to look back at Scott, and he didn't quite manage to swipe that grin off his face.

"Yeah, eventually. More than one," he said with a hint of pride. Stiles answered one question and he slowly let go of his mate so he could hug the other werewolf. "One in four chance they will be wolves," he said quietly as two long lanky arms wrapped around his mate, and Scott kept peering at him over Stiles' shoulder.

"The rest of the pack will be here soon, but you're more than welcome to stay. I'm not going to stop kissing him just because you're here though."

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[info]_stiles
2017-12-15 11:17 pm UTC (link)
"More than one," Stiles affirmed, the words half mumbled into Scott's shoulder. Oh, he was so incredibly happy now! Scott was coming round, Scott was happy for them, he wanted to be part of their pups lives!

"Uh," Scott patted him gently on the back and pulled away. "I guess I'll hang around a bit. But I've gotta go take food to mom later and stop by the clinic to do some paperwork-" he pulled a face. "It's not even a real job, yet. I don't get why I have to do paperwork-"

Stiles appreciated that Scott was trying to be cool about everything now, and he coaxed him gently into the loft. He could see from Scott's impression that he sensed something in the scent he picked up, but he wasn't entirely sure what it was.

"So you guys are gonna live here? Are you moving in?" Scott asked, with almost the same expression Stiles expected his dad to have if he was standing where Scott was.

"Not yet, but yeah, we'll be here for a little while," Stiles shrugged. "I told Derek we had until the first pup could walk, but I think dad's been threatening him quietly because he's been seeing a realtor."

"Huh. Yeah. But it's a great place. I mean, you can have amazing college parties here-" Scott continued, his eyes lighting up.

"Whilst I'm with child and my husband is sleeping in another room?" Stiles laughed. "I'm sorry, man. I'm pretty set that college is gonna be juggling lectures and morning sickness."

"You could hold off a while," Scott said, his frown returning slightly.

"We could, yeah, but I think I'd go mental," Stiles lowered his voice, even though he was sure that Derek would be able to hear, even if he tried not to. "I need do, Scott. Now I've found him-" his hand moved to his belly, feeling that soft ache of emptiness. "I need to. I want to be pregnant. I want to start our family. I have this ache right here where I know our child should be."

Scott's face did an odd thing, an expression that Stiles couldn't read and had no apparently reference for. He was flummoxed, but Scott was wandering around the loft, looking about him as though he'd never been there before.

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[info]surlier
2017-12-16 02:34 am UTC (link)
Derek hung back a little, scenting that happiness that came off his mate and watching Scott with curious eyes. All was not perfect, but it was better than it had been when the other alpha showed up.

"It wasn't quietly," he said wryly.

"It's a good place for a -- for someone single." And it would be good for college parties, but Derek was already graduated and Stiles, well, he planned on being pregnant, not partying and said as much.

What he didn't say, mostly because he didn't think that Scott would understand was that they were holding off for a while. If either of them could go with their first choice, Stiles might miss being in heat because he'd already be pregnant.

He hovered right inside the entrance of the loft, a little furrow appearing between his brows. There were still things that Scott didn't understand -- and Derek was sure they were going to cause friction later.

"It's normal," he added, heading off the question. "Deaton and I have already spoken about it. I know it seems fast but this is something we both want. I'd wait as long as Stiles wanted me to." In case he was thinking that this was more something Derek wanted rather than Stiles.

"If you like the loft, I'll let you know before I put it on the market, but it's really not going to be suitable to our needs." Especially not once their pack began to grow.

His gaze dodged to Stiles for a moment. "Why don't you two talk? I'll throw the nachos and the pizzas in the oven." Even a full pizza was more like an appetizer when the pack came over -- they tended to eat a lot, him included.

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[info]_stiles
2017-12-16 11:47 am UTC (link)
Stiles snorted, because he was pretty sure his dad was a little forceful on the matter, but Derek was a good man, he wouldn't have put up a fight. To have a family home ready or close to it when their first pup was born would be wonderful, though maybe not so realistic. He knew Derek was trying to get things moving, though. That was what was important to Stiles.

Scott still looked a bit uncomfortable, maybe a bit unconvinced about Stiles' words, and Derek's back up of them. They were still young, he didn't get why Stiles would want to go through college pregnant when he could be being a normal college kid, have the experience they all wanted, that Derek had already had.

"I'm going to school around here, too," Stiles added, as though that might soften the blow. Scott had wanted to stay as close as he could so that he could keep learning from Deaton and working at the clinic whilst he studied, and take care of his mom even though both of them had laughed over knowing their absence would probably be the catalyst at getting their parents together. "I'm finishing the applications this week. I'm staying here, Derek has plans, so we'll be close- and I'm sure Derek'll keep this place if you want it? Or you can rent it?" Derek was in the kitchen, making polite amounts of noise, not that Stiles would keep any of this conversation from him. He was pretty sure Derek would offer it properly off his own back without any prompting.

"Yeah, I dunno, you think he'd be a good landlord?" Scott snorted.

"Uh, yeah," Stiles replied with a frown. "He's a good man. I don't know why you don't get that. I don't actually know why you've always been a jerk to him. Even before this," Stiles added quickly, gesturing between himself and Derek. "He's helped us out so much when he didn't need to. He never needed to, we were never his pack, but he's always been there for us."

"And you still don't think it's a little weird he was cool hanging out with teenagers? That he's with you, now? His pack are all our age."

Stiles rolled his eyes so hard it hurt. "Stop being so salty about it, Scott. He hardly hung out with us, he continuously saved our asses and tried to teach you how to be a good wolf. His betas are people that needed him and it just so happens they're all young cos, what'd'you know, being young around here is a complete shit show sometimes. I'm with him, he's my mate, we're gonna have kids. There's nothing you can do to change it. Maybe when you meet your own mate-"

That was a harsh blow and Stiles knew it, but he also knew part of Scott's attitude was because he realised he and Kira weren't mates in the same way. They could be, there was nothing stopping them, but they'd both know there was someone out there in the world who was more to them, more perfect for them. Scott had wanted it as much as Stiles hadn't, and maybe it was unfair that things had gone this way, but it wasn't anyones fault.

Scott nodded his head, scratching the back of his head. "I don't wanna break up with her."

"Shit, Scott," Stiles sighed. "You don't have to, man. Why would you think that? Enjoy your life together until you both know it's reached a natural end. I mean, you get on, you like each other, there's no point ending it just because you're not going to be together forever."

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[info]surlier
2017-12-16 06:01 pm UTC (link)
Even in the kitchen, Derek heard most of what they were saying and almost dropped one of the pizzas when Stiles delivered that line. It was harsh, but he understood why his mate said it. Just.

Damn.

He made plenty of more noise when he dragged out the cookie sheet and lined it with foil for the nachos.


"But, then what's the point? Knowing that she and I aren't it, that we could be out there finding our mates--" Scott wondered, pushing a hand through his hair.

From the kitchen, Derek wanted to chime in that the point was experience. If Stiles hadn't been his mate, he would have urged him to explore all the new things his body could do with someone that he felt safe with. Now they were exploring those things together -- he licked his lips as he spread cheese over the chips he already laid down.

"And you, you're going to be pregnant soon, and then you'll be busy and I'll never see you--" Scott continued on.

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[info]_stiles
2017-12-16 09:04 pm UTC (link)
"Cos if you're gonna be like that then you'll be miserable. And you'll find your mate and you'll be crazy because you've had all this pent up stuff for years because you've had no one to be affectionate with, or go out with, or date- I mean, you don't love her any less, right? You don't love her any less just because she isn't your mate. That's what being a teenager is about, Scott. You know the chances of staying with someone you fell for in high school are pretty low. You can't break up with her and then never sleep with anyone else or date anyone else until you find your mate, that's insane. You need experience-"

"Oh, but all of that is okay for you?" Scott snapped.

"It is what it is, man. I didn't plan this. I mean, of course I wanted that wild college life, of course I wanted to have sex with as many people as I could, but it's changed. It changed before Derek. When I presented, I wasn't going to just sleep around with anyone. I couldn't, I'm an omega. It'd be too dangerous. And now there's Derek. And yeah, I'm going to be pregnant soon, but life isn't ending, Scotty. Of course you'll see me. You think Der isn't gonna want to spend so much time with his pup? You think dad isn't gonna want to be all over his grandbaby? They're only gonna need me when he wants feeding. I'll have loads of time."

That wasn't entirely true. Actually not by a long shot. But Stiles wanted to reassure Scott he'd still be around. He had two men he loved who would happily take sole custody of the baby.

"How did you know?" Scott raised his voice to address Derek. "About Stiles being your mate. How did you know? How am I supposed to know?"

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[info]surlier
2017-12-16 09:33 pm UTC (link)
Derek understood why Stiles was trying to reassure Scott that they'd still have plenty of time together, but he still snorted when Stiles assured him that he'd have loads of time. He'd have time, but he'd want to spend it all with their baby. And hell, once Scott found his mate, he'd want the same. Eventually they'd all have kids together and --

The raised voice caught his attention and he poked his head out of the kitchen. "The easiest way is scent. But in some cases -- if you meet your mate before they've presented, they don't smell the same." Like it had been with he and Stiles.

"A couple days before he presented, his scent changed, and I knew then. And in a case like that," he rolled his shoulders. "You start spending more time together. Not -- not necessarily sexual time either. Stiles and I didn't until after he presented." It seemed important to let Scott know that.

"But the scent -- the scent is important. Your mate isn't going to smell just good, it's going to be something deeply personal to you, and you're going to smell of something deeply personal to them. Like, Stiles. What does Stiles smell like to you?"

"Something sweet. Like a bakery, but with less bread smell--" Scott answered. "He smells less than he did a couple days ago though. It's muted now--"

"That's because he's claimed. To me he smells like--" And he couldn't resist a deep inhale, because even across the room his mate smelled damn good. "Like these cookies my mom used to make around Christmas, sugar cookies and snickerdoodles, but these ones have been left right by the window, cause it's fall, and she made a treat for us --"

He stopped, the tops of his cheeks turning a little pink because it was deeply personal and the girls at the school weren't entirely wrong when they suggested Stiles roofied him with his scent. But it was more happy than sexual and Derek wouldn't change it for the world. He cleared his throat.

"It doesn't -- it doesn't compel you to have sex or anything, but it's definitely a scent that makes you happy and that makes you want to shift and roll around in it."

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[info]_stiles
2017-12-17 12:04 am UTC (link)
Stiles really was just trying to be reassuring. He knew as well as Derek that once they had their first child, it was going to be difficult for him to be away from it. Not just because he was a parent, but instinctively he was going to need to be near their baby as much as he could be. To feed it and soothe it and scent it the way only he could. Derek's role would be similar but different, too. A different scent, a different way of soothing. The omega in Stiles would need to be there, with both of them. But right now that wouldn't help Scott.

He was glad Derek was still here, and that he was so honest and easy about discussing things. Things that he had been brought up just knowing, he was happy to share and teach to the other wolves, even if they weren't his pack. Stiles had always loved that about him, even before he really loved him.

He flushed at the way his scent was described, the intimacy of Derek's association, something so special. "Derek smells like fall. His scent reminds me of the leaves turning, when mom and I would go out looking for the first gold ones," Stiles added gently, his own cheeks flushed from the memories and the perfection that was his mate. "I don't want to shift and roll around in it, though. Maybe I want it all over me- but I don't think I want to be a wolf."

"But your- your kids will be wolves if you are. You might never have a wolf pup-"

Stiles shrugged, looking at Derek. "They'll still be ours. Still be our pack. Still be little Hales," he beamed. "Oh, shit, if I change my surname I can still be called Stiles, right?" he asked, the sudden thought making him genuinely worried for a second. "Maybe I'll keep Stilinski as a middle name and then we don't need to worry. It's fine. I'll be like M Night Shyamalan." He talked himself in a circle, seemed satisfied, then looked between Scott and Derek.

"You got anymore questions, Scotty? We're both here, we might as well get it all out."

"I- no. I don't know," Scott frowned. "I can't believe you're claimed and- I can't believe he's your mate. And you're going to have kids. And I- no, actually, I don't wanna know how or what goes on or...anything."

"Hey. My biology is awesome. I'm all the good stuff," Stiles protested, though lightly. Scott didn't mean any offence. Stiles didn't want to know about Scott's sex life, either.

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[info]surlier
2017-12-17 05:31 pm UTC (link)
"I wouldn't expect you to," Derek said quietly about Stiles shifting and rolling around in it. It was a wolf thing, but he did suspect that Scott would understand the inclination more than his mate would.

None of that stopped his cheeks from coloring at the way Stiles described his scent. He knew already that it was personal, that it reminded Stiles of walking in the woods with his mom, but every time they discussed it, there was the reminder of how deeply personal their scents were to one another.

"And we might not, but even if they aren't, they'll display a predisposition for the bite." They had a far lower chance of rejection if they decided they wanted it when they were old.

Derek blinked at the circle Stiles made in his own conversation and tried not to grin (mostly failed) at the answer he gave himself. "You're keeping your first name." He had plans for that name, especially once he'd found out that it'd been given to his mate by his mother.

The grin he tried to keep back failed utterly as Scott stumbled over trying to say that he didn't want the details. "I agree, and as much as there is a huge sexual side of mates, it's not all crazy sex. There's a lot more to it. Packs are meant to help raise pups; they're a dedicated family unit. There's the part we see first -- the alpha, and if they have a mate, and the betas. But everything is designed to make a pack stronger, including making pups that fit in their ranks.

"A strong mated pair will compliment one another's strengths and weaknesses. And even if one of them is an alpha, they don't dominate each other within that relationship. I know humans see it differently, but not wolves. The alpha is the only one that can request their mate's submission, and trying to force someone else's mate to submit is a good way to start a fight." Yeah, he wasn't going to forget the way Scott barked out that order earlier, but hopefully now Scott would understand why he reacted the way he had.

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[info]_stiles
2017-12-17 08:09 pm UTC (link)
Stiles couldn't wipe the smile from his face as he listened to Derek speak. Yep, even if their babies weren't born wolves, if they wanted to be they could be. The chances weren't high, one in four, Derek had said, but their daddy could turn them if they chose that.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm keeping my first name. Mieczyslaw Stilinski Hale. Happy?" he asked Derek, knowing full well that he would be.

Scott, of course, looked confused. "Oh, he knows your first name?"

"Well duh, of course he does. Did you think I wouldn't tell him? Just keep it a surprise until our wedding day?"

"I guess not," Scott shrugged.

The way Derek spoke about packs and pack dynamics made Stiles feel warm inside. Warm like Derek was holding him, like he was already fit close to his mate's body. He'd been so unsure of his place for so long, in all the time they'd been out there fighting the bad guys. He was just a human, he did what he could. Now he was here, Derek's equal, the person who would birth the pups to make their pack bigger, part of the strength of the Hale pack. He was almost giddy with that honour.

Scott could smell that billowing affection rolling off of Stiles, just a warmth to his scent that was aimed solely at Derek. That wasn't something that could be fabricated. And the look on Derek's face as he spoke, the way his eyes wandered to Stiles, that couldn't be faked, either. His best friend was doing stupid, domestic, grown up stuff and there was nothing he could do about it.

"The rest of your pack really like Stiles," he said, a tentative peace offering aimed at Derek. "I mean, they did before, but they're uh- they're- really...attached to him-" He didn't know how to phrase that without making it sound like they were hitting on Stiles, but there had been a lot of touching, a lot of scenting and protectiveness. And yeah, maybe he didn't want to be here too long when the rest of the pack arrived.

"I'm pack mom, now," Stiles said. "And I smell like Derek. I smell like their alpha and our bond." They hadn't had sex, and he hadn't been claimed the last time he'd seen them, so his scent really had just been their merging of his and Derek's, and okay, there had been some orgasms involved- but he had no doubt he'd smell even more like their alpha's mate now. "You've got all this to look forward to. All your betas going ga-ga over your mate."

"It'll be weird, you not being in my pack anymore," Scott said quietly, not looking at either of them. "I just thought you'd always be there."

"I know, man. Me too. But I was always going to end up someone's mate. Chances were I'd have gone to another pack eventually, anyway. At least it's Derek, and he's staying here and not dragging me to the other side of the country-"

"No. No, I know. I'm glad. I'm glad you'll both be here, still."

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[info]surlier
2017-12-17 08:53 pm UTC (link)
"Very," he said, lips still curled up in a grin.

"And he only thinks he's good at keeping secrets." Derek knew better, but he also knew it was in Stiles' nature to try. At least his mate wasn't a quitter.

Still, all the conversation made him feel cool, like he was missing the addition of Stiles' warmth tucked into his side and he reached out, hand closing around his hip and nudging him against his body.

This close, yeah, it was all warmth and happy scents coming off the both of them and they still managed to keep their clothes on. For now, at least.

"Yeah, he smelled like them when he's come home the past couple of days." What Scott was trying to say and not trying to say -- Derek got it. Besides, Derek also knew that his pack wasn't interested in sex with Stiles, nor his mate with them. "And Stiles isn't wrong. When you take a mate, your pack is going to want to put their scents down on them as well. And you're going to want that." Of course Derek wanted Stiles to smell of him, and of them together, but he also needed to smell of pack. It was good, and right, and maybe Deaton could explain all the stuff behind it, but Derek knew that it was simply wanted.

He went a little quiet as he listened to them. Scott might not accept, but for Stiles, the invitation had to be made. "You're always welcome here, with us Scott. I know you're still figuring things out, but I'm not going to keep you from seeing one another." Stiles probably already knew that, but Scott -- he probably needed to hear that, to have that reassurance.

"I know he's your family; he's my family now too," Derek said quietly.

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[info]_stiles
2017-12-18 08:19 am UTC (link)
“Shut up, you didn’t know already,” Stiles huffed. “You paused before you read it out. Flawless pronounciation, sure, but you still didn’t know” he protested playfully.

He’d been slowly gravitating towards Derek since his mate had emerged from the kitchen, as though he was being pulled towards him without his own say. But Stiles went, because he needed to be close. Maybe that need would lessen over time, once their bond settled, but he wasn’t going to complain either way. He settled at Derek’s side, gently rubbing his cheek against his mates shoulder to scent him before their conversation continued.

“Maybe ask Deaton about it when you get to work?” Stiles suggested. “There must be like, tons of cases of Pack members moving over to other alphas when they mate, and how to keep the balance and stuff, right? I know there’s not a ton of packs around here, and most people move away from Beacon Hills whenever they can, but it must happen in bigger places with more wolves!” As long as Scott understood this was permanent, that Stiles wasn’t pack anymore, and as long as he could deal with smelling another alpha on Stiles- again it was probably a thing that would settle. All these growing pains.

The sound of the elevator grinding it’s way up to the loft seemed to start Scott out of his thoughtful moment.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he said quietly. “Yeah. And thanks, Derek. For the offer.”

Stiles rolled his eyes. He was going to drag Scott round for more wolf lessons. It was apparently necessary.

“I’ll uh- I don’t wanna get in the way of your pack bonding. Cos I guess this is the first time all of you have been together and- yknow? I’ll see you soon. I’ll see you in school-“ he added to Stiles, just as the door opened and Erica bounded in, pausing on the steps and breathing in.

Her eyes moved to Derek immediately, for some guidance on what it was she was smelling right now.

“It- in here-“ she drew another breath, frowning.

Stiles began to flush, pressing closer to Derek.

“It smells like home!” Isaac said as he followed Erica in, Boyd closing the doors behind them. “Holy shit! It smells so good!”

“It’s the happiest smell on earth!” Erica squealed. “Oh my God, are you nesting? Is that what this is? Are you pregnant already?”

“Okay, I’m out of here!” Scott said loudly before he had to listen to the whole conversation again. “Later, guys. Have fun.”

Erica bounced towards Derek and Stiles, wrapping around them both and nuzzling in closer. “I love you guys so much!”

“Yeah, we love you too,” Stiles said, a little thrown off by this reaction.

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[info]surlier
2017-12-18 12:05 pm UTC (link)
"Yeah, but there was no way you were keeping it a secret. You didn't even try." Not that Derek minded, he liked knowing that name and the history behind it, what it meant for the Stilinski family.

He let out a little noise, unable to keep it in when Stiles scented his shoulder. This was his mate, it was right and good to smell like him, to be scented by him, and he couldn't stop the way his head dipped forward so he could nuzzle at his messy hair.

And he could tell by the shift in Scott's scent, the other alpha wasn't exactly comfortable, but he wasn't going to stop interacting with his mate in his own loft. There were some things he was going to have to get used to, as was everyone else.

"They're all here," Derek whispered into Stiles' ear. "Boyd's parking."

To Scott, he nodded, understanding that it might be a little overwhelming when the whole pack was celebrating something that he was still trying to come to terms with. "Yep." Scott, absolutely seemed to be beating a hasty retreat and Erica's exuberance --

He couldn't help it, he snorted a laugh into Stiles' hair before opening his arms up slightly, inviting his two betas in, but Erica was close enough already that she mostly just bounced into them.

"Glad to know it's gotten your seal of approval," he grumbled, even though he was smiling and smearing his mouth over her cheek.

Isaac came next, a little slower, a little more timid but just as eager to have Derek running his palms over his cheeks and throat. "Nachos and pizzas should be done soon --"

And right on time, the oven dinged that the time was up and Derek slowly extricated himself to go get the food. Would he be surprised if he came back to find them all on the floor in a puppy pile? Nope. Not at all.

Grabbing a mitt to keep from burning himself -- it'd heal, but he'd rather not have to deal with the sting or the smell until it did -- he grabbed everything out of the oven and got it ready to take into the living room.

"Pick a movie out!" He called out. "You can keep scenting Stiles while you do that!"

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[info]_stiles
2017-12-18 05:05 pm UTC (link)
Stiles was still overwhelmed by the amount of contact, and the enthusiasm involved. This time last year he’d had probably- well, not killed, but he’d certainly have done something ridiculous and dramatic to have Erica pressed against him. Or even Isaac. But now he had Derek and...this was his life. He’d expected the two of them to maybe follow Derek, but they remained with him, Erica pressed against his side, arms wrapped around him, and Isaac content to just touch Stiles’ hand and arm.

Boyd crept behind them, heading for the kitchen quietly to see Derek, just to bump against him, gently scent, a little less handsy than the other two-

“Do we get to keep Stiles or are you going to want him back when the movie starts?” Erica yelled whilst Isaac moved ahead to try and get first dibs on a film. “No more Marvel!” She added, hugging onto Stiles’ arm. “Find something normal.”

“What do you mean normal?” Isaac asked. “Like Mad Max?”

“No! Like a regular movie.”

“Gimme a clue, woman!”

“Mom, Isaac’s yelling at me!” Erica grinned at Stiles, rubbing her cheek against his shoulder.

Stiles snorted, his cheeks flushing. “No, don’t do that.”

“But you are our mom! Derek’s our dad-“

“That makes you and Boyd siblings, so gross,” Isaac returned, holding up the Star Trek movies.

“Lame,” Erica replied.

“Okay, you choose, I give up,” Isaac replied, stepping away as Erica bounded forward again. He sat himself down on the sofa and Stiles, after a moment of deliberation, reached out and ran his fingers through Isaac’s hair. He’d seen Derek do that to them, and it seemed safe. Isaac made a soft noise in his throat that made Stiles feel equally pleased and oddly protective at the same time, and he continued to pet him gently, perhaps lavishing a little more attention on his than was strictly necessary, but it was making Isaac happy.

He jumped slightly when Boyd’s large hand rubbed against the back of his neck, before he sat down beside Isaac and watched Erica reorganise all of Derek’s movies.

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[info]surlier
2017-12-18 06:56 pm UTC (link)
"Why do you think I'm giving you food?" Derek called back. He expected them to be shoving it into their faces and thus relinquish their grasp on his mate long enough for Derek to steal him back. For a little while at least, then he'd share him with pack until all their scents mixed.

He laughed as he listened to them from the kitchen, the sound earning an eyebrow from Boyd, who cautiously stayed a little closer and helped carry the pizza stones (topped with cut slices of pizza) into the waiting horde.

"She's going to pick Love Actually," Derek predicted as he brought in the nachos. It was the only movie she ever wanted to watch when she wanted something normal and it was the sole reason why Derek kept it in his collection.

"Mmm pizza," Isaac said from his blissed out position on the couch, arms reaching out to make grabby hands at Boyd, then abruptly paused, hands in the air as he looked back and forth between Derek, then to Stiles.

Derek shook his head, still full from brunch and tilted his head to Stiles. "They're waiting for you to pick first," he said as he sat, their thighs touching. The tray of nachos went down on the table in case Stiles wanted those first.

"And don't let him tell you otherwise, Erica. He called himself pack mom last night."

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[info]_stiles
2017-12-18 09:01 pm UTC (link)
"Oh-" Stiles' eyebrows raised in surprised. Though perhaps he shouldn't have been. Derek had said enough times what his place in the pack was. "Thanks, guys."

He leant forward and took a couple of nachos, just out of politeness, before moving back and closer to Derek.

"I knew it!" Erica yelled, waving Love Actually accusingly at Stiles. "I knew you were our mom! When are we getting more brothers and sisters, moooom."

"Uh- um, not yet, kids. Not yet. Your dad and I have some plans, but we'll let you know. Take you out for ice cream and break the news gently," Stiles said, flushed again, inching closer to Derek.

"I don't want to watch Love Actually again," Isaac muttered, though Boyd shook his head next to him. There was no arguing with Erica, and she was already putting the disc in. Isaac huffed and grabbed some pizza, moving his leg over so that it touched Stiles'.

Stiles had never seen Derek like this with his betas. He'd never seen them in their down time, their pack time. He knew Derek was a good alpha. He knew the betas loved him. But seeing them interact was all the better, the little touches they exchanged constantly. Usually he only saw them when they were all together, when something terrible was happening.

Isaac turned to look at them then, and Stiles wondered if he'd said all of that out loud.

"We're all still gonna be pack when you have kids, right?" he asked softly.

Stiles didn't really want to feel like a mom, but it was honestly like having one of his own kids ask if the new baby was going to replace them.

"Isaac," Stiles looked to Derek for help, but no. No, he needed to do this. "Of course. Course you are. When we have pups it's just to make our pack stronger. To make us all stronger together. You'll like, be there to help them grow up and teach them how to be cool. And I mean, you can all have your own kids too, right?" He knew Derek's pack had included Derek's cousins, too. And betas could add to the pack just as well as and alpha and their mate, he was sure. Regardless, he didn't think Derek would be mad if any one of his betas found themselves with a pup. "Nothing is going to change us being a pack. Nothing. No matter how many babies Derek and I have-"

A stupid smile had begun to spread over his face as he neared the end of the sentence. He couldn't help himself. Four, maybe five pups? That was a good amount.

The intro to the movie started and Erica settled down leaning against Boyd and Isaac's legs, pulling the nachos towards her.

"I love you," Stiles whispered to Derek, turning so that he could press a kiss to his mate's lips. "So much."

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[info]surlier
2017-12-19 02:57 am UTC (link)
Even Boyd snorted a laugh at being taken out for ice cream to have the news broken gently to them that they had incoming siblings, and Derek had to hide his grin in Stiles' shoulder.

Isaac should have known better, there was no stopping Erica when she wanted to watch this movie, and Derek had learned there were some fights worth picking and some not. This was one that was not.

Still, while they were watching, it gave him a chance to watch his betas. Boyd and Erica were snuggled together expectantly on the floor, but there was something bothering Isaac. Something in his scent, but as soon as Isaac gave voice to the question, Derek understood.

He didn't answer, but he did butt his forehead against Stiles' temple. His mate could, and should handle this question. Of course this would be his worry. "Yeah, when they're ready," Derek said of the rest of the pack's children. With actual wolves, it tended to be only the alpha pair, but they were all werewolves. The needs changed.

"New members don't mean the old ones get kicked out," Derek added quietly, still watching his betas and mate. Stiles didn't seem hungry, and he returned the kiss before shifting them around. "Love you too," he murmured and stole one more kiss. Of all of his betas, Isaac needed the most reassurance and there was one guaranteed way to do that beyond what Stiles could tell him.

Sitting so his back was flat against the arm of the couch, he pulled Stiles up between his legs, then reached around him to pile Isaac on them, with a squawk from the curly haired teenager. He settled quick though, his head on Stiles' belly, one hand curled around his thigh, and Derek's hand soon slipped affectionately into his hair. "Don't ever think that you're going to get out of pup sitting duty," he said quietly, while he nuzzled into Stiles' neck, the tip of his nose repeatedly brushing over his bite mark.

He knew what it did to Stiles -- he was counting on it. But he knew what it would do to his betas too, the scent of his mate projecting happiness and safety, and sure enough Isaac was soon slurring his words out. "Best movie ever. Love this movie."

Blinking, Erica turned around and raised one perfectly groomed eyebrow. "Did you -- did you alpha roofie him? Omega?" She said, squinting at Stiles before her eyes went wide. "You pair roofied him."

"He'll be fine," Derek was quick to assure her, even as he kept grinning and Isaac giggled.

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[info]_stiles
2017-12-19 08:20 am UTC (link)
Sitting in Derek’s lap, or thereabouts, was a great idea. He could feel Derek’s heart beating hard and strong against his back, and the muzzle to his neck, right over the mark, made him feel with warmth.

He had no idea it’d have such an effect on Isaac. But he seemed the most prone to all the wolfy affection, Stiles had noted as he’d stroked Isaac’s hair earlier.

The odd doping effect seemed to spread to the other two after a minute or so, and they nuzzled each other affectionately, cuddling against each other. That was pretty cool.

Stiles body, however, seemed to take that as a cue. The scent of the pack, comfortable and content and secure, and the scent of his and Derek’s nest, as Erica called it, coupled with everything about Derek, his heat and the way he was nuzzling his mark, apparently flipped the ‘we need to make babies now’ switch.

It made sense, of course it did. In the wild wolves wouldn’t breed if they were facing some hardship, they’d wait until things were settled. And right here, right now, things couldn’t have been more settled. Things were stable, his pack were doing well. Time for babies.

He felt the warmth building slowly in his belly where Isaac’s head lay, could feel the slightest amount of slick starting between his legs. If Isaac knew what the scent was he didn’t react. But Stiles was sure it wasn’t appropriate. The only factor he could change was Derek’s nuzzling, so he nudged his mate gently in the side.

“You should stop that,” he murmured, assuming Derek would be able to smell his arousal. For all their talk the other day, he didn’t really think they’d do anything in front of the pack, right? Even if the thought kind of made his heart skip and his skin flush warmer. Still, he found himself nuzzling gently at Derek’s hair until his mate looked up and their lips could meet.

Their pheromones must be awesome, he thought, parting his lips to kiss Derek deeper. He’s expected at least Erica to make some noise of protest.

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[info]surlier
2017-12-19 12:03 pm UTC (link)
Smell would always be strongest, but smell and touch? A fulfilling of two needs of theirs? Yeah, Derek knew what would happen and why it happened so much worse with Isaac.

He pressed his grin into the mark as Boyd and Erica started cuddling on the floor, and the entire loft smelled like warm, happy pack.

It was good, even when she kept throwing him knowing smirks over her shoulder.

"Should I?" He rumbled, as cinnamon spice hit the air. Only one reason for that, and he mouthed at the mark, kissing and sucking at the broken skin as he listened to that little patter of Stiles' heartbeat.

He tugged, gently, on Isaac's curls. "Get down and snuggle with Erica," he said.

It took his beta a few tries to actually get moving, and he mostly slid from the couch to the floor. She took up what Derek had been doing, running her fingers through his hair until his arms were wrapped around the two of them, and Boyd's fingers were running up and down his nape.

"Are you two going to --" Erica asked as she watched them.

The only answer that Derek could give was the honest one. "Yep," and his lips slotted together with Stiles' and the kiss deepened with slick trades of tongue, his arms closing around his mate.

"We're not leaving," Erica pouted, but he couldn't find the time to break from Stiles to tell her good. Or that they were welcome to make a little party of their own if they wanted. It'd be up to them if Isaac joined them, but right now he was busy, hands stroking up and down his mate's sides from shoulder to hip.

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[info]_stiles
2017-12-19 07:37 pm UTC (link)
Stiles’ breathing hitched at Derek’s question, how he carried on mouthing at the sensitive spot on his neck that Derek knew would just make him wetter.

When Isaac was dismissed, Stiles knew Derek was actually serious. And, oh God, he was so, so on board with that. The thought of it had been thrilling, but now it was actually going to happen and Stiles was dizzy with want. He wrapped his arms around Derek’s shoulders as their kiss deepened, knowing Erica was watching them. Boyd was probably listening, he hadn’t reacted, but Isaac was making little purring noises. Perhaps he wasn’t fully aware of what they were doing. He'd probably want to watch, too.

No, now Stiles needed to touch.

He moved one of his hands from Derek's shoulder, sliding it down his strong chest and then up beneath his shirt, dragging it up so that Erica could see his fingers moving over Derek's abs. His other hand ran through Derek's hair, messing it up, tugging, pulling gently to move him where he wanted him, to deepen their kiss as best he could.

Stiles' breath came out in little, shuddering gasps whenever be broke their kiss to breathe, pushing Derek's shirt up more persistently until he reached one of his nipples, teasing with his fingertips until it hardened.

"You want me to ride you?" he whispered, though it would be loud enough for the betas to hear. "You want me to ride you until your knot stops me? Until I can't move anymore? Or do you want to mount me, Alpha?" Stiles smirked, nipping at Derek's lower lip and hearing a little whimper from one of the betas. "Yeah? I think you're gonna do that. Show them how much you want me-" he purred."How much you wanna put your child in me."

He heard another whimper, but he didn't look over to see who it came from. His eyes were dark and trained completely on Derek, as close as they were. Stiles rocked himself closer, gently. "I can feel how much you want to," he breathed, pressing against Derek's hardening cock. "But you should show them. Show them what a good mate I am for you."

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[info]surlier
2017-12-19 10:40 pm UTC (link)
Few people could command him, but he went easily with Stiles' hands, moving where his mate wanted him to be. Those fingers on his abs though, he'd always been sensitive there, aware in a way that humans didn't seem to be of how vulnerable a spot it was. It was no exception now, his muscles tensing, a shudder running down his spine as he let out a little, punched out gasp.

Anyone else he would have hit, or clawed. Stiles? He wrapped an arm around his shoulders and pulled him closer, moaning against his mouth as his nipple was teased by clever fingers. Did Stiles even know what he did to him? Probably not.

His grip eased as their kisses continued to be traded, both hands finally stroking down his back and under the waistband of his jeans to settle on his ass. "Yes," was all Derek could respond with. Getting ridden by or mounting Stiles? It all ended the same, with his knot buried deep in his mate, and both of them working as hard as they could to get Stiles pregnant.

Growling a little against his mouth, he kneaded the firm flesh in his palms, fingers stretching out until his index fingers encountered slickness. He sat up suddenly, chest to chest with Stiles and pushed his hands closer together, not stopping until they were both flush with his entrance.

"I can feel how much you want me to," he said with a low growl, a quiet moan breaking free when his mate pressed up against him, teasing him. With every inhale he was getting harder, and thinking less about their pack and more about them. "Show off what a good provider you are for us. How you're going to help us get bigger and stronger," he murmured as he nipped and sucked on Stiles' lips, fingertips making lazy swirls around the wrinkled flesh.

Someone in the room was breathing heavier, and it wasn't either one of them. He grinned, and slipped inside up to the first knuckle.

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[info]_stiles
2017-12-20 08:22 am UTC (link)
Now that he thought about it, Stiles hadn’t really lavished as much attention on Derek’s abs as he had dreamt of up to this point. And the way Derek tensed at the touch was definitely something he was going to look into later. The same was true of Derek’s nipples. How hadn’t he spent half their time together lavishing attention on them? He’d do something about that.

And oh how he enjoyed it when his mate was reduced to growls. He moaned happily at the hands sliding into the back of his jeans, the rough grope at his ass. He trembled, letting out a soft moan as Derek’s fingers ran through his slick. Stiles head bowed back, exposing his throat to Derek as the other man groped and moved him, touched him, made him deliriously needy.

“Yes, Yes,” Stiles whimpered, their roles immediately reversed. He would tease Derek to a point, but ultimately he would submit, he’d do or be anything Derek wanted. The teasing at his entrance was making him tremble and moan softly, reaching down to pull open the fastening of his pants to give Derek more access and to free his aching cock. The relief of that, coupled with the finger pressing inside him ripped a much louder moan from Stiles. His attention was nowhere near the betas now, even if he could hear little noises coming from their space on the floor.

He braces his hands on Derek’s shoulders, one under his shirt, the other over, inching himself down onto Derek’s finger, sliding up and down with as much of a teasing grin as he could manage. “You know I can take more than that,” he purred against Derek’s lips, not caring if anyone else heard or not. He lowered his eyes, looking st the bulge of Derek’s cock in his jeans, feeling a tremble Of desire roll through him, feeling more slick escape even around Derek’s finger.

“Feel that? How wet you make me?”

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[info]surlier
2017-12-20 12:01 pm UTC (link)
He loved the way Stiles responded to him and that little offering -- there was no way he couldn't take Stiles up on that and mouthed his throat. Nipped and sucked at the skin until it was bright red like he'd been ravished.

Well, not yet.

Teasing wasn't something he'd ever gotten to do very long with Stiles, they both needed too much. It was something that would come with time, Derek was sure, but until then, he took it where he could get it. Like now -- "Know you can," he said with a grin. "Know you want more than that too."

He knew where Stiles looked too, and could help but suck in a breath, his cock twitching within the confines of his jeans. "Love how wet you get for me," he whispered, cock pulsing again. Derek wanted out, wanted to roll his sexy mate over and pin him against the couch while he he took him again -- but he also wanted less clothes. "Take it off," he said of his shirt, uncaring where it went so long as it was gone.

As for Stiles'? He'd take care of that in a minute. Pulling his finger free, his hands ran up his back, under the borrowed shirt he was waiting, deliberately leaving a little slick trail going up his spine that Derek would clean up later because like hell he was going to let anything that tasted of his mate go to waste. The material bunched up around his forearms, and with a grin, he lifted Stiles' shirt off and tossed it on the floor next to his betas.

And though his focus wasn't on them right now, he still knew where they were and what they were doing, with Boyd's hand down the front of Erica's jeans.

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[info]_stiles
2017-12-20 05:08 pm UTC (link)
Stiles groaned, soft and low, as Derek’s mouth moved over his throat. He loved it when Derek marked him, however he chose to do it. He loved feeling claimed.

“I do- I want more,” he breathed out, his voice growing increasingly rougher and increasingly more needy. Especially when Derek’s cock twitched. Just for him.

Stiles needed no more asking to start stripping Derek, pulling his shirt up and tossing it somewhere, his attention focussing instead on Derek’s body. Solid muscle, well defined under his flawless skin. Stiles couldn’t get enough of him, and he couldn’t believe, still, that he got to touch and taste and do anything else he wanted to this body.

His reverie was broken by Derek’s finger sliding from him, then the slick trail running up his back. Stiles gasped, eyes wide and dark as he gazed at his mate, unblinking until his shirt was pulled up and off, disappearing just as Derek’s hand. He thought he could hear kissing, maybe hushed moans coming from the others, but as long as they were happy, he and Derek didn’t have to stop.

Stiles ducked his head and pressed his mouth to Derek’s neck, no more than kissing but basking in the scent that originated there, where it smelt most of Derek and home and sex.

He lingered a few moments, just kissing, stroking his fingers up and down Derek’s arms before pulling back because fuck, it was too much, he needed to be naked.

Stiles climbed from Derek’s lap with a lingering touch, standing in front of him as he pushed down his jeans and underwear, cock hard, the insides of his thighs slick. All for Derek. He cast a glimpse to the side and saw Isaac staring, his pupils blown wide, erection straining in his jeans. Isaac wouldn’t touch him, Stiles knew that. He wouldn’t even come close, but he was watching intently.

With Stiles naked it would be easy for Derek to do as he wished, in whatever position he wanted. Even the thought of Derek not bothering to undress properly, just taking his cock out and fucking him, made Stiles so desperate to be filled. And that was the look his mate was giving him. Possessive and almost dominating. Like Derek really would just throw him down and take him, because that was his right.

Stiles climbed back onto his lap, naked, legs spread over Derek’s thighs, open and so ready for him.

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