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.
Prompt: “Have you been bleeding this whole time!?”
Sterek-ish
Also, drew some inspiration from that poisonous vs venomous meme 🙂 cracks me up every time.
“Wait, wait.” Stiles tugs on Derek’s shirt, pulling the werewolf bodily towards him. “Have you been bleeding this whole time!?” The cloth is wet beneath his fingers.
“’m fine,” Derek’s hand comes up in an aborted attempt to brush Stiles off. Fingers clamp around Stiles’s wrist when the werewolf staggers and drops, almost dragging the human down with him.
“Derek? Hey.” Stiles’s heart pounds in his chest when the werewolf’s eyes roll back in his head. “This is not fine,” he crouches, shaking Derek roughly to try and elicit some kind of response. “Scott!” The name comes out high pitched and panicked. “Scott! A little help in here would be nice!”
The older werewolf is a dead weight as Stiles tries to shift him to get at the sluggishly bleeding wound in his side. When he finally manages to drag the flimsy material of Derek’s shirt up and out of the way, Stiles gasps at the sight.
The cut is long and deep, with black lines already meandering away from the inflamed edges.
Pounding footsteps and a harsh “shit!” and Scott is kneeling beside Stiles on the hardwood floor.
“He just- he just dropped Scott.” Stiles manages to resist the compulsion to run a bloody hand through his hair, “I didn’t even know he was injured. Stupid, stubborn werewolf. There’s probably blood all over my Jeep!”
“Stiles,” Scott turns to place a hand on his best friend’s shoulder. “Take a breath.”
“He didn’t even say anything! It looks awful Scott. Why didn’t he say anything?”
“Stiles-“
“It looks like wolfsbane-“
“It’s not,” Scott manages to cut in. He examines the wound again. “I’m not sure… maybe something on their teeth. Like a poison?”
“Venom,” Stiles responds automatically, not even looking up from the great ugly wound in Derek’s side.
“Huh?”
Stiles finally glances up. “If you bite it and get sick, it’s poisonous.” He explains, voice still shaky. “If it bites you and you get sick. It’s venomous.”
“What if it bites you and it gets sick?”
Stiles just stares, then draws a steadying breath.
“Then you’re poisonous. Jesus, Scott pay attention.”
Scott looks at him thoughtfully. “What if it bites itself and you get sick?”
“That’s voodoo, and you’re totally fucking with me right now, aren’t you?”
“Got you to calm down,” Scott points out with a grin.
Stiles’ mouth drops open, hanging for one second. Two seconds. He closes it. “I… I hate you. So much right now, and Derek is still bleeding out on the floor.”
Scott takes another look. “The bleeding has just about stopped. Here hold this, I’m going to give Deaton a call.”
*
Derek groans and tries to roll away from the aching pressure in his side.
“Where do you think you’re going?” The voice is obnoxiously loud. “You need to lie still and give this gunk time to work.”
The room is mostly dark when Derek cracks open an eye. There’s a lamp casting a soft glow over on his left and Stiles swims into view above him. The long shadows emphasise the dark smudges under his eyes.
“What’s that smell?” The werewolf croaks, throat dry. A glass of water is held against his lips and he takes a few greedy gulps.
“Take it easy,” Stiles pulls the glass away, setting it on the coffee table. “That smell is the mixture Deaton put together to draw the poison out of the wound you decided to hide from me.”
Though his tone is harsh, his fingers are gentle as they rearrange the blanket covering Derek’s bare chest.
“Venom.” Even in his muzzy state, Derek can smell the remnants of fear and anxiety that linger over Stiles’ natural scent. A spike of something? Anger? No, it’s not quite as bitter as anger.
“Are you kidding me right now?” Stiles rocks back from his position on the edge of the table.
“If it bites you and y’get sick, ‘s venomous.”
Derek blearily watches Stiles’ face flit through a range of expressions before settling on incredulous.
“You almost died,” he accuses. “You are not allowed to discover sass on your death bed.”
“’m sorry,” Derek mumbles. He can feel the exhaustion dragging him back down and let’s his eyes drift shut.
“I know big guy.”
Derek can feel Stiles’ warm hand on his.
“Just don’t…don’t you ever scare me like that again.”
As Derek sinks deeper into sleep he thinks he feels the soft press of lips against his forehead.
I’d briefly posted this as an addition to a fanartist’s post, as this little scene was inspired by that art. Being anxiety-prone, I panicked and deleted it.
The picture was of Stiles getting up in Derek’s face, obviously angry. I think I remember the words “self-sacrificial bullshit” being involved. I can’t find it at the moment.
Derek is still bleeding when Stiles stomps across the clearing to stand over him, one foot landing with a squelch in monster entrails, not that his other sneaker fared much better.
“Of all the reckless-”
“Stiles,” Derek interrupts, holding his hands up as he stands up to show he’s not hurt, everything’s fine.
Raising his voice, Stiles continues, “–moronic, needlessly fucking heroic things I have ever seen you do–” Derek can tell he’s just warming up, but he’s a little caught on the h-word; he doesn’t think Stiles has used it before, not for him. “That was-”
“Stiles, it’s okay,” he tries to head him off, but Stiles won’t be deterred.
“Derek, if you ever–”
“I’m okay,” Derek says.
Stiles twists his fist in Derek’s Henley, heedless of the way it rips under his fingertips, which, right, there was already a hole there from when the creature got him in the chest.
“Stiles, I’m-”
“No!” He points, practically touching Derek’s lips, hunches up further in Derek’s space. “You don’t get to interrupt me. Do you know how terrified I was? Do you have any idea how scared I was that this was it? He slit your throat, Derek! That was a lot of blood! Oh my god, so much blood.” Stiles’s voice cracks. He’s shaking violently, his knuckles knocking against Derek’s chest. “I’ve seen you come back from a lot, but I’m pretty sure even you can’t come back from decapitation.”
He isn’t wrong, but. Derek wraps his hand around Stiles’s fist, trying to steady him. “He was going to hurt you. I have a better chance of survival, Stiles, I-”
“You know what? I’ve had more than enough of your self-sacrificial bullshit, buddy!” Stiles interrupts, free hand waving around. “Enough for lifetimes. I don’t want you to throw yourself on a grenade for me, okay? In fact, I’m explicitly telling you not to.”
“Grenade?” Derek repeats, momentarily thrown.
“Grenade, giant slime monster, rodents of unusual size–”
“I don’t think those exist,” Derek says. There it is; a hint of a smile.
“It still freaks me out when you throw out pop culture references,” Stiles says, but he sags a little, loosens his fingers. There’s red marks from how tight he’d wound them in Derek’s shirt. “I don’t want you to die for me. I don’t want you to die at all. I mean, I know eventually, logically, even werewolves aren’t immortal, but.”
Derek feels warm. “Stiles.”
“Stop trying to distract me by saying my name.” Stiles shoves Derek back. He turns too fast and trips over the monster’s corpse. “Gah! Gross.”
“You should head home,” Derek says. He nudges the creature with his foot. Still dead; that’s a plus.
“You mean we,” Stiles says.
“I’ve got to cover this up,” Derek says.
Stiles wrinkles his nose. “I have a shovel in the Jeep. Come on, I’ll help you and we’ll go back to yours. My landlord put in security cameras and I can’t go back there covered in blood again. He’s going to report me.”
Derek nods. “Sounds good. Want to order a pizza when we get back?”
“Do I,” Stiles says, starting off toward the Jeep. “I’m starving.”
@ritarmandimy lovely cupcake here ya go! am so proud of u! so great! so precious! i hope ull like this over-protective bf 😉 (id say even a lil too much butt eh. Derek don mind cuz he’s just the same)
@ritarmandimy lovely cupcake here ya go! am so proud of u! so great! so precious! i hope ull like this over-protective bf 😉 (id say even a lil too much butt eh. Derek don mind cuz he’s just the same)
Okay, look, I know I’m supposed to be doing commissions, but there’s an anon in need, and also, considering how fast I churned this out I think maybe my conscience had some ranting to do at Scott too.
I’m sorry you had a crap week, anon, I hope this ficlet cheers you up a little. ❤
* * *
”We’re done,” Stiles says coldly,
and ignores Scott’s wounded face and halting protest, choosing
instead to turn on his heel and leave the vet clinic. Scott catches
the door before it slams closed, and there’s no way Stiles can outrun
Scott, of course, so suddenly there’s a hand on his shoulder. Stiles
shakes it off angrily, and whirls around to find Scott with his hands
held up in surrender, Deaton watching them both from the door.
”I said: we’re done,” Stiles says
again, and he must sound serious, because even Deaton looks a little
ashamed. Which is saying a lot for a man with next to no actual
facial expressions.
”Stiles, you have to understand-”
Deaton starts, before Stiles cuts him off.
”Bullshit! Bull! Shit! I don’t have
to understand a single one of your shitty-ass plans, Dr. Cryptic!”
Stiles rants. ”This is the final fucking straw. There’s literally
no reasoning you can give me that can defend this.”
Aww, sweetheart, come here and let me give you a cuddle.
Right, first off, let me share my Blushing Derek Verse with you because I’m all about shy!Derek and protective!Stiles.
Alright, but okay. LET’S TALK ABOUT THIS.
Here’s a few things I love about shy!Derek and protective!Stiles
Canon Derek who is actually very shy underneath all the leather and grumpy cat frowns. Derek who is such a protective little melon over his books and gets all embarrassed when someone catches him reading them because he knows they look boring, okay? He doubts anyone would be fascinated by The Death of Old High German and he doesn’t really know how to defend them because he’s just so in love with them and is actually pretty scared of people laughing at him because he’s worked so hard to be cool in this pack and it was the same in high school. At school he was the jock, at home he got to be himself. He knows it’s not that big a deal but to him…it just is. And of course one day Jackson or someone finds out, rolls his eyes at him, makes a joke about “light reading” and Stiles…well, no-one really understands how but one moment he is in the kitchen and the next he is staring Jackson down – actually making him whimper- and levelling the rest of the pack with a glare, before sitting down beside Derek, patting the book and saying, “so, light reading, huh?”, complete with a wink and a mental note to look into language books for Derek for Christmas.
High school AU with senior!Derek and recently graduated, college student!Stiles. Stiles who everyone had a crush on in high school, including Derek even though he was a year younger. Derek who gets constantly bullied and teased by Kate Argent about being socially awkward (all because he turned her down that one time). Derek who spends most of his time in the library, even more so now because Stiles is home for the summer and working there until he goes back to college. Kate who comes in one day and starts teasing him, scoffing and laughing, saying how he is so pathetic and Stiles – Stiles who mother fucking jumps over the front desk like a slightly graceless but beautiful ninjaand bans her from setting foot in the library again and “no, I don’t care if you need to use it. You can drive to the library the next town over for all I fucking care.” Stiles who turns to apologise to Derek for getting in the middle of things but stops, smiling, at the look of utter relief on Derek’s face as she walks out the door. “You okay?” “Yeah.” “Good. Do you…maybe…want to ..go for coffee? Sometime?” “Really? Yes please!I mean…yes. That would be nice.” “Awesome. I mean- good. Good.”
Kid!Sterek. Little cutie pie Derek on his first day of school, not sure who to talk to or what to do and who misses his momma so much. Derek who spends lunch inside because he’s too shy to make friends and is too nervous to ask someone to play ball with him because he’s afraid he’ll get over excited and his claws will come out and momma told him to be a good boy. That she trusted him to keep their secret. Derek who is all alone and so very bored, eating his sandwich all by himself at his desk before this energetic ball of limbs and colour explodes into the room, running over to him and telling him they need to run or the evil butterflies will get them. “Come on, come on, come on, we need to hide!” Derek soon learns the energetic ball is called Stiles, hiding behind the jungle gym, because his real name is too long but “if you want to be my best friend, I’ll tell you it after school”. Stiles who, after that day, does become Derek’s best friend and makes a fake police badge, just like his dad’s, and tells everyone if they mess with his bestest friend they’ll have him to answer to.
@pale-silver-comb hello i am here and emma gave me so many things to pick up where do i start
i must start with the evil butterflies, it’s kind of an in joke now but butterflies are so evil. they eat PEOPLE OKAY trust me i saw it on bones once
and so you have derek who is painfully shy all tiny and afraid of disappointing his mama and he has some trouble making friends, he blushes when people talk to him and okay he has a little lisp. it’s actually very cute but some kids are meanies and they just point and say he talks funny which really upsets this tiny little summer child you know
so he sits in his corner eating his sandwich and his chiken nuggets shapped like dinosaurs and looks longingly at all the kids running around on the playground being friends
and teeny little stiles who is still a soft baby, still full of hope and wonder and giggles sees him and he is v sad because derek is NICE and he doesnt have any friends and its just so so sad and he needs to save him! like his daddy teaches him every day he needs to be good and save all the people! become a hero like daddy!
so he runs over screaming because he just saw a butterfly and he must protect derek from it because butterflies are evil they are so evil stiles read it in a BOOK ONCE okay they eat PEOPLE and they look GROSS when youre really close
so he runs over and tells derek about the evil butterflies and urges him to run away with him claims loudly how he’ll protect him from all the butterflies
and derek is so in awe because whoa stiles is so cool! and he’s gonna protect him! and stiles even holds his hand to protect him better
just this tiny little child who has never held hands with anyone outside of his family being pulled along by this loud tiny child that is deadset on protecting him even though derek is a little taller and wayway stronger than him, stiles is all skinny flailing while derek is built solidly
so they run and hide in the jungle gym and derek still hasnt said anything but he has to because it’s polite that’s how his mama raised him so he very quietly says “thank you for protecting me from the evil butterflies” and stiles gasps and pats his head like YOURE WELCOME ITS MY JOB I MUST PROTECT EVERYONE
cue derek gasping because whoa stiles even has a SWORD on his shirt. “like a knight?” he asks him because stiles totally looks like a knight
and then stiles gasps because WHOA HE CAN BE A KNIGHT THATS SO COOL and what does derek want to be? is derek his princess because he saved him??
and derek shakes his head and says he can be stiles’ prince all shy and blushy and stiles just nods because of course
just picture when little stiles gets home and tells his parents about it, saying him adn his prince ran away from the evil butterflies! and his prince gave him his dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets and they were so cool and his prince really likes wolves so now stiles really likes wolves too now they’re his favorite
imagine a random kid making fun of derek and derek is a sensitive kid okay, he’s very shy so his first response is to tear up and start sniffling and maybe run to hide
but now he has a kNIGHT!! and his knight always saves him! because stiles gets SO UPSET when derek starts tearing up you have no idea, the most the teachers have seen stiles cry was when derek dislocated his shoulder after falling from the swing he was so upset derek was hurt
but anyway stiles is his knIGHT!!! and he goes to that meanie kid and pushes him to the ground adn tells him its not okay to make fun of derek because derek is his PRINCE okay and that theyre just mean because their daddy doesnt love them
(he gets in a lot of trouble for that)
and derek gets all starry eyes and blushy, especially when stiles takes his hand and drags him away and hugs him a lot just so he knows he’s really cool and the BEST PRINCE EVER okay
and then they just kind of grow up like this? derek is the one that grows up looking like a brick shithouse but stiles is the one throwing himself at people who make fun or hurt him and he gets so many detentions for it and then derek shyly and nervously has to do something to get detention as well so stiles won’t have to sit alone for three hours after school
*coughs* i really like kidfics, and now for something probably different or maybe along these lines who knows i’m gonna pass the mic to my good bro @ladydrace
@pale-silver-comb *steps up* I’m here, friends. Nonny, we got yo back.
And since my bro @crossroadswrite has already covered the kiddie part, I’m here to bring the adult version.
Because Derek works so hard to look tough. It’s an alpha thing. He literally cannot look like anything phases him (or even smell like it, because werewolves), or some upstart will try and challenge him, so he’s trained himself to growl or just not react at all to things that unsettle him, even if he’s going out of his skin from embarrassment, or would rather hide under a rock.
So it does come as a surprise to Stiles when he realizes that at least half of Derek’s posturing is merely a tool to cover up how shy and insecure he is in a lot of ways. The excessive (and unnecessary, because werewolf) working out was kind of a clue, but the extent of it does catch him off guard. But if there’s anything Stiles is good at, it is adjusting his game plan on the fly.
So almost immediately it’s back to basics with Derek. They’ve already had (really amazing circus-levels of athletic) sex, but Stiles just fucking dials that shit right back, and goes back to carefully asking if he can hold Derek’s hand in public. And it’s hard to tell, nearly impossible, but Stiles does notice after a while exactly what spots to look for when he’s quietly pleased, and a little bit shy. (The very tips of his ears go pink, and his eyebrows do this weird little confused crinkle that makes Stiles itch to smoothe it with a thumb).
And at first Derek IS legitimately confused, because can you even do this? Just go back in time? Stiles doesn’t know and also doesn’t care, cause they’re doing it. And it’s like getting a do-over, in a way Derek never got to do, after everything with Kate and all the others who only ever used him. Goddammit, he’s in his late 20s, with a LOT of sex under his belt, and he’s getting squirmy in his gut from his boyfriend easing a gentle arm around his waist at pack picnics, or rubbing their noses together. Hell, Stiles even pulls him aside and out of sight for kisses, making them feel almost illicit again, and Derek is so floored by all of it he hardly knows how to deal with it.
And when they finally do end up making it to the bedroom again, the literal months of doing it all over again has had the surprising effect of making Derek actually shy. Like he’s suddenly aware of the now again. Sex isn’t just a somewhat pleasurable chore, or a favor for someone he cares about. It’s real in a way it’s never been, and he feels like it’s almost too much. Stiles doesn’t even look remotely surprised or mocking when Derek asks if they can keep the lights low, and stay under the covers.
And yeah, every so often they’ll do the whole full-mon fueled animalistic fuck, but pretty much from then on out Derek starts to learn that it’s okay to set boundaries, even if those boundaries seem juvenile to him, because Stiles never hesitates to praise him every time he adjusts things to match his comfort levels.
And it’s not like they can’t get kinky. Hell yeah they can. But Derek might decide he needs a blindfold. Or for Stiles to take the lead. Or for the lights to be off. Or to do really vanilla kinks like having sex fully dressed or speaking Spanish in bed. (Stiles is a huge fan of that one, actually, hot damn, sí, por favor)
And there’s just something really satifying in knowing that the cocky, confident asshole alpha they all know and love becomes a sweet, shy and cautious lover the minute the bedroom door closes behind them, and that he feels safe enough with Stiles, now, to let that side of him show. And that’s precious as hell to them both.
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