crossroadswrite:

it’s @artemis69‘s birthday!! happy birthday baby! guys she is one of the nicest people, i swear to god, her lovely amazing words have kept me going when i thought why am i even doing this more times than i care to admit, so just wish this beautiful person a happy birthday okay

here you go baby alpha!derek + fake relationship + bamf!stiles with a side of awesome erica ❤

There’s a
lot Stiles should take into account before he does this: the fact that he’s a
weak little human surrounded by several alphas, the fact that Scott is shaking
his head vehemently  looking mildly
panicked, the fact that this could ruin a lot of treaties with a lot of people,
the fact that he’s not even really
dating Derek, the fact that he shouldn’t sully the name of the Hale pack so
early in their efforts to restore it.

Stiles knows he shouldn’t do this, but Stiles
also isn’t famous for having any kind of survival instincts or keeping his
mouth shut in high stress situations, so.

“What did
you say about my alpha?” he spits, getting up so fast that his chair topples
back with and smacks loudly on the floor in the suddenly quiet room.

The alpha
in question smirks like the complete douchebag he is.

“I said he
was a weak little bitch who is stupid
enough to pick the runts of the littler as his betas.”

“Stiles,
don’t,” Scott whispers.

Erica is
grinding her teeth next to him and stands up a second after he does, a low
growl coming from her throat.

“And,” the big douchebag continues,
“you’re his useless, weak little fuckhole.”

Stiles is
overcome with the kind of serene anger that once let him take down an entire coven
of witches without batting an eye.

“You know
what?” he says, sugary sweet as he goes around the table, shaking his sleeve
and calling to his magic until his bat drops down. “You’re right. I’m his
little fuckhole, his bitch if you
want to, and you know what?”

The alpha
is smirking, clearly not seeing Stiles as a threat.

He throws a
glance at the table just to make sure Erica is getting with the program, and
indeed she is, advancing behind him and keeping at the edges of the circle that
has formed around them, making sure no one interrupts Stiles’ little show.

“I bend
over when he asks me to,” he says and takes the baseball bat to the alpha’s
stomach, just a tad too fast to be human, and the alpha bends over with the
force of the impact of the mountain ash. “I go on my knees when he asks to.”
All it takes is a pulse of electricity as Stiles slaps on the back of the
alpha’s neck to get him on his knees. “I roll over when he asks to.” Another
blow with the bat to the alpha’s back makes him go down hard. “And I beg when
he asks to,” Stiles say, sweet as you please, pressing his foot down on the
alpha’s throat, the wolfsbane blade he has strapped on his uncle glinting and
keeping the alpha in place.

Sudden
movement in the corner of his eye catches his attention and he turns just in
time to see Erica take down one of the alpha’s betas.

Atta girl.

She steps
on them, mimicking Stiles’ moves and smirks, throwing her hair over her
shoulder.

“Who’s the
little bitch now?”

Stiles
allows himself to smirk down at the alpha, tasting victory in the back of his
throat.

“What the
hell is going on here?” Derek’s voice snaps through the air like a whip and
makes both Erica and Stiles wince.

Stiles
looks up apologetically, and Erica slinks off the beta and back to where the
rest of the pack stood to watch.

“He was
trash talking you,” Stiles explains, gesturing vaguely for the alpha gasping
for breath under his foot.

Derek
pinches the bridge of his nose.

“Stiles,
would you please stop humiliating one of the most influential alphas from
California and come back here.”

Stiles
huffs and steps over the man’s body, putting all his weight on his throat for a
second before he strides towards Derek, who immediately grabs him by the back
of his neck and shakes him.

“Stop doing
stupid shit like this for me.”

Stiles
wouldn’t say that he pouts, except for the fact that he might pout a little bit.

“You weren’t
here to defend yourself, it’s my job to do it when you can’t.”

Derek gives
him another shake and Stiles really oughta be worried with the fact that he has
his back to the alpha he just humiliated in the middle of the Californian Werewolf
Convention, but Derek’s got him and he trusts Derek to keep him safe.

“I’ll deal
with you later, go sit down.”

“Can’t
wait,” Stiles smirks and goes to take his seat while Derek faces down the alpha
with something akin to patronizing pity.

«»

Here’s the
thing: Stiles didn’t really expect for Derek to deal with him later. He’d
expected for Derek to let it go this once, just because of how utterly awesome that had been, but boy oh boy had
Stiles been wrong.

“… reckless and immature, and honestly, did
you even stop to think about the consequences? You could’ve been seriously hurt, Stiles!” Derek finishes exploding,
glaring Stiles down.

“Look, I
couldn’t let some random alpha tear you down, our pack, just because I could’ve gotten hurt.”

“Yes, you could, that’s exactly what you should’ve done!” Derek
seems close to pulling out his hair. “If I knew this is what you would do when
Erica came up with the brilliant idea of pretending to be mates, I wouldn’t
have said yes to it.”

Stiles
grits his teeth. “No need to throw in my face that I’d be a terrible mate, I
know you don’t-“

“That’s not what I said. Don’t put words in my
mouth. You could’ve gotten hurt, Stiles!”

“So what?”

“So what the
hell would I do without you?!” Derek bursts and then goes very, very still.

Stiles goes
still too, his mind grinding to a stop as the words register.

“I mean,”
Derek tries to backtrack. “You’re pack, and I care about you and-“

“No,”
Stiles cuts him off. “No, you don’t get to-“ He shakes his head. “What would
you do without me? Seriously, Derek, you don’t- you don’t really need me, you
can do this by yourself, you can-“

Derek huffs
and strides towards him, pokes him in the chest. “Maybe I don’t want to do this without you, maybe I
would be lost without you, maybe I
could’ve killed that alpha where he stood if he had hurt you in any way, and
caused a scandal. Did you think about of that?”

Stiles
drops his mouth open and doesn’t dare to hope, because maybe Derek likes him.

“It
would’ve been fair. You were defending your mate, right?”

Derek’s
shoulders hunch and he takes a step back; Stiles takes a step forward, chasing
him.

“It’s
pretend, you don’t want to-“

“Maybe I do. Maybe I’ve wanted it to be
real for a long time and was waiting for you to make the first move. Have you thought about that?” Stiles
punctuates his sentence by poking Derek on the chest, a mockery of his earlier
actions.

“I-“ Derek
breathes out, his face morphing into an heartbreaking mask of hope. “Really?
You want to-“

“-date the
hell out of you. Yes, I really really
want to.”

Derek
blushes, high on his ears and spreading down to his cheekbones.

“Oh,” he
breathes out, soft as a sigh.

“Yeah,”
Stiles grins and sways a little closer. “And maybe if you kissed me right now, I would really, really like that.”

The smile
on Derek’s face is enough to make an endangered species suddenly boom back to
life.

Derek moves
forward, closing the little space that was between them and brings his hand up
to frame the side of Stiles’ neck, thumbing his bottom lip playfully before he
leans forward and touches their lips together.

The kiss is
the culmination of years of waiting and build up, it’s desperate and messy and
sweet and life affirming all at once.

When Derek
pulls back he pulls Stiles’ breath along with him, leaving Stiles panting for
air, swallowing greedy gulps of it.

“Okay,” he sighs
out, “maybe we should do that again, just, you know, to really seal the deal,
make sure that we really-“

Derek cuts
him off with another kiss and Stiles smiles into this one.

Kicking
that alpha’s ass was the best idea he’s had in a while.