Okay, so I’m really not here for the traditional pack mom Stiles where he acts like a happy little housewife and is basically, uh, June Cleaver.
I just… that’s not Stiles. (to me, ymmv)
What I am here for is the other version of “Pack Mom”… the version where one of the “kids” is threatened or hurt and Stiles goes so hot with fury that it turns ice cold in his veins. The Stiles that picks up his bat and crackles with intent to cause death to the person that hurt what’s his. His pack, his family, his town. HIS.
You’ve heard the stories of mothers who lift cars off their children? That. That is Pack Mom Stiles.
When the guy who is “147 pounds of pale skin and fragile bones” turns into the living embodiment of Death – that’s the Pack Mom Stiles I’m here for.
Any thoughts?
Pack Dad Stiles who learns to French braid because Erica’s bouncy hair is always getting in her face during training.
Pack Dad Stiles who organizes camping trips so the pack can bond. He builds the fire even though he’s the only one whose fingertips can get burned. He makes smores with perfectly roasted marshmallows for Allison while they wait for the wolves to stop eating rabbits in the woods.
Pack Dad Stiles who tears the Nemeton out by the roots when Lydia tells them she’s pregnant.
Pack Dad Stiles who cannot bake to save his life, doesn’t have the patience to clean basically anything ever, but can actually cook really well and likes to make Family Dinners at the new Hale House.
Pack Dad Stiles who has gotten so much work done on the Jeep that he does a lot of it himself now, so when the pack has car problems, they ask Derek, assuming the leather, tank tops and penis car equals mechanic skills, only for Derek to shrug and call for Stiles, passing him in the hallway back to the living room, slapping him on the ass on the way out.
oooooh, yes. Yes okay. Oh man, the visual you gave me though, of Stiles ripping the Nemeton out with his bare hands, roots and all. I just.
*shivers*
I can see that going two ways:
The first way: Stiles gets a shovel and a pick axe and basically every implement known to wood-cutting professionals everywhere. And maybe a few crowbars for the hell of it. And he spents weeks, okay, WEEKS digging and hacking and digging some more. And he takes it out in little pieces that he BURNS until they’re ash that can be spread along the rapidly flowing creek (they’ve gotten some rain lately) until it’s all fucking GONE.
and then there’s
The other way. @crossroadswrite and @tattooedstilnski will back me up here that Stiles gets his magic on. He goes and gets tattoos even though it scares the fuck out of him. He gets those magical tattoos and runes and whatever else he needs to make him deadly powerful. And he goes to the place where the Nemeton is and he stands in the center of that huge, magically blackened stump, and he calls up every bit of magic in his veins and he pulls until he’s levitating thirty feet in the air with the Nemeton under his feet.
And then he lowers it onto a magically null concrete slab and the pack is there and … they light that big ol’ bitch on fire. Probably with Deaton in the background looking a little pissy because he thinks they’ve upset the balance or whatever, but Stiles is like, “I don’t give a goddamn flying fuck about balance. I’ll plant a new tree later. But this one is toast. Because it’s either spend a few hours killing it or a lifetime killing the shit it drags to town.”
“I’ve got better things to do with my life,” he adds quietly, looking around at his pack, happy and healthy and toasting marshmallows over the open flame.
ohhhh gosssh baby *wraps you in five blankets and gives you hot cocoa*
okay let’s talk about the hale pack, gather ‘round children, auntie rita is gonna tell you a tale
a tale of that one time stiles thought he wasn’t pack and was metaphorically slapped upside the head for it
just imagine it, maybe the entire pack agrees that stiles should stay behind just before they go pow-wow with the big bad of the week so stiles obviously thinks I’M NOT PACK AND THEY DON’T TRUST ME and of course he has to run after them to prove that he is capable of helping that it’s not fair to keep him out of the loop
and of course he gets there in time to save someone from certain death and is all like SEEEEEEE I CAN DO THINGS TOO!!! and of course he probably got mildly hurt saving them
let’s say it’s erica because sterica brotp is honestly my life.
and let’s say after she heals and sees stiles is hurt she freaks the fuck out like WHAT THE FUCK STILINSKI WE TOLD YOU TO STAY BEHIND YOU’RE HURT LOOK AT THIS
and stiles is just about to get offended because HEY he saved her a little gratitude would go over well
but erica just hugs him too tight and drags him away from the battlefield, checking him over for injuries and whining when she finds them.
the pack all gets in their cars, derek highjacks stiles and drives him back to the house (the fully restored house mind you) and hushers stiles inside and then somehow stiles finds himself sitting on the counter with boyd expertly tending to his injuries because erica is over here listing off horrible things she has seen since her mom is an EMT and sometimes she had to wait for her in the emergency bay of the hospital
and isaac is over there agressively cooking dinner and derek is just pacing back and forward agressively huffing and puffing and sometimes stopping to GLARE at stiles
and then stiles says it
“i don’t understand why you’re so upset, i’m not even pack”
and everyone just stops and gasps DRAMATICALLY. well erica gasps dramatically, boyd just kinda looks at stiles like he’s stupid, isaac stops cooking and just looks around like a lost puppy and derek just glares even harder
says “OF COURSE YOU’RE PACK YOU IDIOT WHY DO YOU THINK WE WERE ALL WORRIED ABOUT YOU GETTING HURT???”
and stiles is all like !!!!!!!!!!!!!! maybe he even gets a little emotional and is all like awwww u guyz i love you too
cue all the betas rubbing themselves all over stiles and pretending they’re not doing it and derek just agressively starts gripping the back of stiles’ hand
and okay just sit with me just think how good this will make stiles feel, having a pack, having people who care about him and weren’t pushed into interacting with him by scott. people who want to protect him and people he can protect and obsessively fuss all over
just think how glorious it will be, how he’ll stand a little taller how hell throw his all into it how he gets along with everyone and protects them with his LIFE
how they get to grow up together and grow their families together and just be happy
think about it. beautiful. i fucking love the hale pack.
Can we talk some more about Sterica BROTP? Because here’s the thing. If Stiles hadn’t gone, she would have been killed – “CERTAIN DEATH” – and the thing is, the wolves are very blase about that and Stiles is not okay with them being that way, especially after they go to such lengths to assure him that he’s pack and that him being hurt is NOT OKAY.
So maybe they sort of forget to tell him the next time they go face a big bad. And maybe this time it’s Isaac who gets hurt to the point of his injuries taking DAYS to recover from, and Stiles blows his lid.
‘YOU CAN’T TELL ME I’M PACK AND THEN KEEP ME FROM STUFF. IF I HAD BEEN THERE, HE WOULDN’T HAVE BEEN HURT THIS BADLY. PROBABLY. BECAUSE THERE WOULD HAVE BEEN SOMEONE WATCHING YOUR BACKS. BECAUSE I’M ALWAYS SO LATE TO THE PARTY THAT ALL I CAN SEE IS YOUR BACKS.“
And then maybe he goes into a rant about all the times him being there saved someone, most recently Erica and…
And the pack is like, “But you’re human, we’re not. We heal.”
And Stiles screams, “Hey asshole, guess what? I ALSO HEAL. I just do it a little slower. Do you think this *gestures at Isaac* is okay?! Because it’s NOT. This is not okay. Do you think it doesn’t KILL ME everytime one of you limps home, holding your arm barely attached to your body, or broken bones poking out of your skin or WHATEVER THE FUCK INJURY YOU GOT THIS TIME?! Because, news flash, it fucking DESTROYS MY SOUL to see you guys hurting.”
And okay, I don’t know how they resolve it because the puppies are gonna always be so very overprotective of their human boy, always, so I don’t know. But I think it’s important for Stiles to also let them know how much they mean to him.
Because they do. They are his pack, his found family, and he will defend them as stringently as he does his dad and Scott.
Um.
@eeyore9990 you beautiful, beautiful human being of wonder.
i will tell you how they solve it because this is what i love, just give me stiles goint pta mom hell who secretely knows krav maga on everyone’s asses
stiles making use of his spark, stiles learning magic, stiles absolutely fucking wrecking it at offense spells and getting tattoos to give him power
stiles who tries to be diplomatic because going to war means his pack getting hurt even just a little bit adn he HATES IT. HE HATES IT SO FUCKING MUCH
stiles becoming super badass emissary of the hale pack and he doesn’t test his powers on a grand scale not really
but maybe one day he has to. maybe one day most of the pack is down and the situation is looking DIRE and he arrived late, again because they didn’t tell him about it again
so just picture this.
stiles getting there and his pack is down, hurt, blood soaked and still trying to get him out of there
and the bad guys look at stiles and kinda laugh because what is this little punkass kid gonna do huh?
this little punkass kid is gonNA FUCKING WRECK YOUR COLLECTIVE ASSES
just picture it, stiles’ skin crackling with magic, we can even go all out to thunder striking in the distance, maybe his eyes go all white (shhh it’s a thing for me shhhhh) and in ten minutes flat all the bad guys are on the ground whimpering as stiles leaves a trail of destruction behind him, being completely merciless because its not like they showed mercy when they were hurting his pack right
then he goes around to heal the pack and fuss over them and the pack just looks at him with new eyes and accepts that he’s fucking badass as hell
after that everyone has way more respect for stiles and they keep holding him back from battles but now it’s because he’s their secret weapon
Erica blinks exactly eight times before turning her eyes away from Stiles and directing them at her alpha instead. There’s a part of her that already knows what she’ll see, but still, it exceeds all expectations. There’s both giddiness and dread because oh dear.
Derek has his mouth open. He’s not gaping, he’s trying to get words out, but he just… can’t. It’s not like he doesn’t know what to say, it’s more that he doesn’t know how to say everything that’s whirring through his head. So he eventually settles for an articulate, “how?”
Stiles is leaning over Boyd, his hand hovering about three inches above the werewolf’s abdomen, a white glow swirling from his palm. He doesn’t deign Derek with an answer because if Derek can’t tell him they’re out chasing the bad guys, then Stiles is going to be petty about it and not tell Derek how he figured out where they’d gone, or how he did the things he did.
When Stiles is done, he raises to his feet and pointedly looks at Derek. The white in his eyes finally making room again for the warm amber, and it’s absolutely mesmerising.
None of the pack members know just what to say. They’re awed, impressed, and maybe just this tiny bit intimidated.
“You just wiped out the entire coven,” Isaac says. His voice is tiny but his eyes are wide. He’s raised his arm in an aborted movement to reach for Stiles. But somehow Stiles seems so untouchable now.
“Three beta’s and an alpha, but we couldn’t even hurt them,” Erica shakes her head, a small smile tugging on her lips. “But you…”
“Yeah,” Boyd simply adds.
Most of the time, Stiles is immature. He makes horrible jokes and inappropriate innuendo’s. He’s hyperactive, never shuts up, and he sure as hell isn’t above gloating. Now is the perfect moment to gloat, yet he doesn’t. He merely grunts “y’all are ridiculous,” before turning around and heading back for his jeep.
Because well, he’s low-key pissed, okay. Once again the pack didn’t tell him where they were going. Heck, they didn’t even tell him they were going at all, and look at what happened. The witches had exploded Boyd’s guts from the inside, he was nearly dead when he got there. It’s ridiculous. His pack is so fucking ridiculous it’s not even funny anymore.
He twists his key around and his jeep revs loudly, but before he manages to drive off, the door to the passenger’s seat opens. Stiles doesn’t even have to turn his head to see it’s Derek, he can feel it in the air. That electricity, that buzz racing over his skin, setting his nerves on end.
“Thanks,” Derek says, which makes Stiles look at him.
“Did you just thank me?” He blows out a deep breath. “Fuck, sour wolf, you know gratitude makes me feel tingly all over.”
Stiles doesn’t have to be looking to know Derek is glaring at him, so he turns his eyes back on the road ahead and starts driving.
“Put your seatbelt on,” he says.
Derek rolls his eyes. “I’m a werewolf.”
“Yes, you are. And werewolves get hurt too so put your fucking seatbelt on or I swear to God I’m playing ‘Baby Got Back’ on maximum volume and I’ll make up my own lyrics,” Stiles spits.
Derek shrugs like he doesn’t care, but does as Stiles says. “I don’t know all the words anyway.”
Stiles gasps. “Blasphemy!”
The atmosphere eases remarkably, yet it doesn’t settle entirely. There’s a lot to discuss, and they both know it.
“Stay over tonight,” Derek tells him.
Stiles looks at him, searching the older man’s eyes for an answer to a question that has been unspoken since the moment they first met. It’s a loaded subject, so he does what he does best. He jokes. “Wanna cuddle all night long, snuggle-buns? Wanna hold on tight?”
Derek meets his eyes almost in a challenge. “And never let go,” he says.
It’s night, so it’s dark. But if his blush would light up like his magic does, Stiles is sure he would illuminate half the planet. He quickly steels himself though, and pretends to be extremely focused on the road. “Sure, whatever you need, big man.”
It’s night, so it’s dark, and humans can’t see in the dark. But if they could, Stiles would’ve been able to see that Derek isn’t as composed as he sounds, and that Derek would be taking care of the rest of the world’s need for light without even trying.
That scene between Stiles and Braeden with the gun really bothered me, so:
Stiles had always appreciated Malia’s very blunt delivery of very bad news, but it kind of sucked to be on the receiving end of it. Especially when the very bad news was a very dangerous contract killer wanting him very dead.
“Okay, uh, that’s disconcerting.” He decided to downplay the panic that stirred up, because what he knew of the Desert Wolf was that she was strong, terrifying, and very adept with firearms of all kinds.
And killing.
She was very adept at killing.
“I should probably have a gun.” He turned to Braeden, the closest haver of guns he knew of.
“I’m not giving you a gun.” She immediately answered without even thinking it through. Rude.
“You have a gun,” Stiles pointed out, “the Desert Wolf who is trying to kill me has a gun, I think I should probably have a gun.” This was just basic logic here; he was human and very vulnerable to being violently punctured by bullets, he couldn’t exactly put down some mountain ash or run up on her with a bat this time. He didn’t even want to be within bat-reaching distance of her, if he could help it.
Braeden just gave him an eyebrow raise in response.
Then, insultingly, she softly snorted to herself before she flicked on the safety on the pistol in her hand, popped the magazine and, to Stiles disbelieving horror, tossed the pistol at him.
Presumably with a chambered round still in it, because Braeden.
When a powerful witch starts threatening the Hale pack, it’s on the emissary to handle it,because “what’s your plan, big guy? You’re gonna bring claws to a magic fight?”
Have a great summer, @seanchaidh7, hope you like this! 🙂
“Stiles was… happy. Really happy. Happy in a way that had the forest singing to him, urging him to go and play and frolic and let his fox have some fun for once.”
Derek discovers that Stiles has been living with a demon inside of him for most of his life. What starts as a confrontation turns into something else altogether.
A long time ago, Stiles promised his mom that he’d never cross the Hale property lines. He has kept his word even if there hasn’t been a Hale in Beacon Hills for years, not since the fire. But suddenly Scott gets turned into a werewolf, Derek Hale is back, and Stiles has to share his biggest secret. (AU set in S1+ where Stiles is a born werefox)
Everyone knows that a dragon needs a hoard, and without one, the dragon will die. None of Stiles’ friends know what his hoard is, and they’re all worried that he doesn’t have one.
In the village below the dragons’ mountains, werewolves live with humans, and Derek Hale is curious to know more about the dragons. He just doesn’t expect one to fall from the sky.
Derek tries to get Stiles to Shift. Or bug Scott into telling him what exactly his best friend is. Neither one is any closer in actually happening, but he’s nothing but persistent.
The fact he’s standing in a teenager’s room at fuck o’clock says so.
“’m not tellin’ you, Derek.” Scott mumbles into his pillow. “No matter ‘ow early you come ov’r.”
“But why?” He hopes he doesn’t sound like a petulant child stamping their foot.
“’cause not my secret to tell,” is the muffled reply, before he’s dismissed with a back turned his way.
He doesn’t go home to sulk, he doesn’t.
[Or the one where Stiles is also an animal Shifter, but for the life of him, Derek can’t seem to find out what exactly Stiles Shifts into, until all the clues come together.]
An alternate version of Abomination, in which Scott doesn’t come and Stiles isn’t as human as he’s always pretended to be. Just as Derek’s lost all hope that they’re going to get out of the pool alive, Stiles comes up with an alternative. Either a beginning or an end.
“Afterwards, I promise you can attack me, get angry, do whatever, but you need to listen to me on this, or none of it will have been worth it. I’m not really sure that it was in the first place, but hey, we’ll figure it out as we go.” Here he pauses and grins. “It’ll be our little secret Derek. Of fangs, claws, blood, and eyes colored by the universe. I’ll have to trust you, and you’ll have to trust me.”
Stiles sighed. “Why do you even think there’s something to guess?”
Derek cocked an eyebrow at him. “You’re taking a cold bath and showing no signs of being chilled. A normal human would be shivering by now and your body temperature hasn’t dropped at all.”
Stiles has an unfortunate encounter with a vampire and becomes infected. Side effects may include emotional turmoil, dick friends, sudden romance, and an obsession with the red stuff. (This sucky summary appears light-hearted and fun, but this story is not for the most part. Beware!)
Stiles had been warned several times by his father to never go near a werewolf. But the 12 year old kid just couldn’t resist its curiousity and even though the wounded wolf he found near the woods should have been terrifying, he brought him home, trying to help him heal. Little did he know that this encounter would bring out a side of him he never knew and would have to hide forever, even with the world around him changing over the years and werewolf turning from mystic legends to open members of the community. When Stiles enters College and his life gets more and more entangled with Derek Hale, it gets harder and harder for him to hide his true self from the world…
“This is…not four million in cash,” remarks Stilinski.
“Isaac. Did you fail to get my money back and decided to pick up a stripper on the road to bribe me? Because let me make this perfectly clear: this would totally work. Well done.”
Or
The mafia!AU where the Hales owe four million to the Stilinskis, Laura rents Derek (but not as a stripper), Stiles gets a new favorite, Derek gets a new boss, a new puppy and a new family.
Sometimes they break people, but mainly, they just snark at each other.
“What’s your name? I can’t keep calling you Balto.”
“What’s yours?”
“Stiles.”
Derek raises an eyebrow. That isn’t his real name. There’s no way. But now he thinks about it, he has a vague memory of someone, probably Uncle Peter, telling him that with the fae, names have power. “I’m Miguel,” he says.
“Lie.”
“Are you trying to tell me your real name is Stiles?”
Stiles runs his tongue across his teeth and considers Derek carefully. “Fair enough,” he says, “Miguel it is.”
Grabbing his groceries and pocketing the change, Derek turns to leave; he’s nearly at the door when Stiles calls out, “By the way, Miguel, if you’re interested, it’s two for one on bags of kibble at the pet store down the street.”
Derek doesn’t look back, doesn’t hesitate, just raises a hand and flips him off on the way out. _____________
I finally finished it!
Word count, 95,559 Rated: E
The working title for this fic was BAMF!Stiles and a fuck ton of Derek feels. Truthfully though, I think there ended up being a lot of Stiles feels in there too.
Forever ago I saw this post and I wanted to write something for it. Then, also forever ago, but a few months later, it was @yodas-yo-yo‘s birthday and I wanted to write something for her, so I started on this. I had kind of a severe writers block back then though (still not fully over it), and no matter what I did I just wasn’t pleased with it, so it ended up just sitting in some shameful corner in my docs. I’ve fiddled with it since then, finished it, changed stuff, and I’m finally okay enough with it to actually post it. So. Uhm. It doesn’t fully follow the prompt post, but I hope you like it anyway. Have a stupid OC, some BAMF magic Stiles, and a poor worried Derek (~3k words, also on ao3). ♥
Kyle figured the human would be easy. Hale always talked about him with fucking hearts in his eyes, telling people how good he was, looking like a love sick teenager, it was disgusting. Not-, Kyle wasn’t a homophobe, jeez, it was just that Hale had that reputation of being this badass and ruthless alpha and he sure looked the part, most of the time at least. Until you saw him look at his human. Seeing him all soft with those eyes so fucking filled with love made it really hard to believe those rumors.
People always said to keep away from the human though, he had heard Hale say it too, hell, the whole pack kept joking about it, that anyone who hurt him would be in deep shit, but Kyle wasn’t worried about him. He’d seen him stumble out of his Jeep so many times, fall on his ass twice because a dog came to say hi (the same dog, the same occasion), coddle that beta’s toddler too many times to even count, jesus. No, Kyle wasn’t worried about the human.
Taking the human would get Hale’s attention though, and Kyle having the human as leverage would force Hale to give him what he wanted no matter how badass he was. He just had to play his cards right and be careful about how he did it.
Stiles, the human’s name was Stiles, what kind of a name-. Nevermind. Stiles, Hale’s precious human, worked at his bookstore in town and Kyle had spent more than a month learning his schedule, his routines. He knew he’d close at 7 pm, then do some cleaning up and counting, or whatever the fuck it was he did, before leaving at 7:30. He’d get to his beat up Jeep that was parked on a rarely trafficked backstreet, then he’d drive alone through the woods the almost half hour to Hale’s house.
Kyle planned it very carefully. He’d make a small hole in one of the Jeep’s tires right before Stiles was to leave the bookstore, that would cause the air to slowly seep out and by the time he was on the country road he’d have a flat tire and be forced to stop. Kyle would follow him, and when he had stopped he’d pull up behind him, offer him assistance, knock him out, tie him up, dump him in the backseat of his own car, and go to his hideout and contact Hale from there.
DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW FUCKING POWERFUL STILES WOULD BE. nogitsune didn’t just choose stiles bc he was ‘innocent’ and people wouldn’t dare to harm a hair on his head. stiles was the perfect host in every way possible. they were in harmony. yes, of course the possession was against stiles’ will but if you shrinked him down to just his wit, his intelligence and ambition, him and nogitsune would be a match made in heaven. stiles is an emotional chaos. there is so much bottled-up anger and sorrow in this boy he’s trying to conceal with snarky comments and sarcasm. i believe that eversince his mom died (or even since birth) stiles does have kind of a darkness inside him, but the nogitsune triggered it. stiles enjoyed the power play, he enjoyed being fearless and in control of things (even if he considered control as overrated when talking to malia) because usually, he is not. he’s just a teenager with a baseball bat.
now don’t get me wrong, dark doesn’t automatically equal with evil. stiles is not an evil person and i don’t ever see him doing what nogitsune did (finding pleasure in purposely harming and killing people for the hell of it) but he is a person whose morals can be twisted sometimes. stiles is usually the one who suggests to kill someone if he doesn’t like them (he did so with e.g. jackson and now liam), he’s usually the one to get excited over dead bodies, he has black humor, shows no remorse doing forbidden things like breaking in or stealing etc
what he does enjoy is being the one in charge. we’ve seen that even in season one already when he handcuffed scott to the heater and humiliated him by giving him a dog’s bowl full of water. stiles enjoys revenge. the one thing that caused noshiko to summon the nogitsune.
it might sound absurd but i want nogitsune to be the spark that lit stiles’ fire. and just a friendly reminder, we probably didn’t even see half of nogitsune’s powers bc he was so laid back and smug and full of himself he let the oni do all the tough work.
imagine with me
stiles discovering his demonic powers while trying to protect his friends (˶◕‿◕˶✿)
stiles making lights flicker, bulbs burst and windows shatter just by intense emotions (❁´◡`❁)
stiles becoming more and more and able to read people’s emotions o(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)o
stiles accidentally doing some intense telekinesis shit when he’s angry (ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ
stiles being afraid of his powers but amazed at the same time (ㆁᴗㆁ✿)
stiles having to learn how to control it (ʘ‿ʘ✿)
basically demonic stiles without all the murdering (◡‿◡✿)
jeff usually always appreciates dylan’s ideas so i’m really really hanging onto this straw. this could save my favorite show.
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