im still such an og Hale pack enjoyer for real. i think about them all the time these days. Derek, Boyd, Erica, Isaac and Stiles just chilling together.
it starts awkwardly because theyâre not used to eachother yet but the sheer instincts they all have to bond together is so strong the awkwardness feels just like background noise.
Scott having chosen the Argents while Stiles chose the wolves thereâs this inevitable rift that forms between them. Stiles having been devoted to Scott for so long itâs obviously painful for him for a while and the wolves senses it.
especially Derek with his new Alpha powers, he can smell it on Stiles, his grief at losing his best friend. but he can also smell resignation and insistent determination.
Stiles does nothing in halves, when heâs in, heâs all in.
they start hanging out almost every day. not doing anything special most days. The betas train, Derek guides them, Stiles watches, he reads. Derek started going through the burnt out shell of his home and found some books and other things to salvage and let Stiles read through them.
and somehow that small thing almost moves Stiles to tears. Derek trusting him with the painful remains of his past life. Stiles is barely just starting to understand just how painful itâs all been for Derek up until now. and how it still tortures him. so having Derek casually show him the smoke smelling books and telling him he can read them if he wants to makes Stiles want to do something stupid like kiss Derek on the cheek and hug him. instead he fights tears and he thanks Derek sincerely as Derek just watches him intently.
It feels weird for Derek to have a pack now. It had been him and Laura for so long that his wolf had been content with that fact. but becoming an Alpha changed everything and he doesnât know how Laura had been able to keep from changing people to add to their pack for all those years in New York because the drive to do so was almost impossible to resist. but Laura had always been the strong one, she had been raised to be the Alpha while Derek had been raised to become her beta. but he hopes he can make her proud. he hopes he can be half the Alpha she was.
its a relief to have numbers though. it feels safer and itâs easier to breath. he has people to take care of now. he has people to protect and provide for. he has people to patrol his territory with. he can secure his territoryâs borders. he can start parley with the hunters occupying his territory.
itâs Stiles who brings it up. theyâve been a pack for a while now. almost a year. summer vacation is around the corner. the betas are strong now, they know how to fight, they know how to kill. meanwhile, Stiles has been going through Derekâs books obsessively. He started taking notes on loose paper but then started transcribing them more neatly into notebooks.
one late afternoon, when the pack is spending the day at the small lake deep in the preserve, Stiles sitting on the bank and reading, he asks Derek if they should consider dealing with the hunters.
ever since the pack has started growing stronger and more confident: patrolling the borders every night, contacting neighbouring packs to rekindle old alliances, Derek finally having his burnt out house torn down. the hunters have been making themselves known more insistently.
Chris Argent has been showing up with his daughter in the preserve hiking, more than once, both of them armed to the teeth. Strangers smelling of gunpowder and wolfsbane have been spotted in town a lot more often. actually, Stiles is pretty sure theyâre being followed.
even Stiles who doesnât have enhanced senses, spotted them all over town. once when out with his dad for dinner, a duo of them had come into the diner and sat at a booth not far from them. Stiles was certain he had seen them before. yes, he could swear he had seen them when he drove back home a few days ago after spending the day with the betas.
Stiles had watched as his dad had tensed when he also noticed the hunters sitting at their booth, ordering food. it was only after, when they were leaving the diner that his dad had asked Stiles if everything was good.
Stiles has told his father about werewolves a few months prior. he hadnât gone into too much details but the sheriff knew about the pack and that Stiles was part of it. so Stiles shared to his dad his suspicions about the hunters. the next day, the sheriff gave Stiles a gun and took him to the gun range a few towns over. Stiles already knew how to use a gun but it had been a while since handling one so he made sure Stiles reacquainted himself. he also told Stiles that he would start keeping an eye on the Argents and waved away Stilesâ protests about not being worth endangering his job.
so this is why Stiles had to let Derek know they should definitely consider making a move. Derek just says yeah they should. he also confesses having been following the huntersâ movements for a while now. Stiles is taken aback because he had no idea of this??? and the betas hadnât either from their reactions. they all stopped their swimming to look at Derek with various looks of surprise and betrayal. especially Boyd, whom had naturally worked his way to the second in command spot at Derekâs side.
so they decide to have an impromptu pack meeting right there on the bank of the small lake. they have a picnic and they talk things through as a pack, together. it feels so right to do so. this is what things are all about, Stiles distantly thinks as he watches and listens to Derek explain the huntersâ patterns of movement. a wolf pack, deep in the wilderness of their territory, ensuring the survival of their own.
they decide that Stiles will be sent with Boyd to the main Argent house and deliver the date and time and place for a parley meeting. Stiles recites the words he prepared beforehand , making sure to use the terms he learned from all the books he read.
there will be no violence. but if the hunters were to break that rule, the pack would be forced to take measures to protect themselves.
Chrisâ face stays hard and impassive as he listens to Stiles but Allison isnât as good at hiding her emotions, her face betraying her disdain and hatred. Stiles canât help thinking those emotions donât suit her, it makes her look a lot like her mother. the entire time Stiles speaks, she keeps her eyes on Boyd but the imposing beta doesnât even bat an eyelash. Itâs only when Allisonâs eyes move to Stiles with the same animosity, that Boyd takes a step closer to Stiles, almost moving in front on him. a soft rumble growing louder the longer Allison looks at Stiles.
Chrisâ eyes snap to Boyd for a second before falling to Allison and he stares her down until she has no choice but to lower her eyes, whole body shaking in anger. Boyd stops growling but he doesnât step down or away from Stiles.
when they finally leave, Boyd walks with Stiles at his back and keeps his eyes the two hunters until theyâre both back inside the house and Stiles is safe in the jeep.
Boyd and Stiles share a look when theyâre both sat in the jeep. words arenât necessary here. Boyd has done more than words could ever express so Stiles just pats Boydâs shoulder, smiling and then he grips it for a few seconds. heâd prefer to hug him but in the jeep it would be too awkward so this would have to do for now.
not long after, the meeting happens. Derek, Boyd and Stiles arrive early. itâs happening at the outskirts of town, almost at the border of the territory. Erica and Isaac are stationed close by and they howl in warning when the hunters approach.
when Scott gets out of the SUV along with Chris, Allison and two other unfamiliar hunters, heâs the only one who reacts. he gasps and his jaw falls open in indignation but he immediately shuts it and rage courses through his veins. he never thought he would ever be feeling like this when it came to Scott but here he is. the gun in the waistband of his jeans at his back burns as his hand itches with the urge to take it out. he could shoot Scott, just to show him a lesson, he doesnât even have wolfsbane bullets, heâd recover. but this meeting is more important than his ex best friendâs idiotic decisions.
heâs seething in it when Derekâs big hand falls to his shoulder and squeezes for a moment. Stiles calms down almost instantly. his breathing calms and he touches Derekâs hand softly with his fingers in acknowledgment, in thanks and Derek lets go. Scottâs eyes follows the movements and vague disgust blooms on his face.
Derek openly stares at Scott as he walks up along with Chris and his daughter. his stare is hard and unforgiving and he stares until Scott lowers his own gaze to the ground, fidgeting.
Derek leads the meeting and heâs surprised when Chris is the one to lead his own party. he was certain Allison was the one in charge now. She turned 18 and had finished her training months prior. that meant Chris and his men didnât consider her ready for some reason. it must be because of the way she canât seem to be able to keep her feelings in check. her hatred and discomfort at being in their presence is so palpable, Derek couldnât avoid the smell even if he wanted to.
the terms of the Hale pack are brought forward. Hunters have a month to leave Hale territory or face repercussions. if they want to parley in the future, after leaving the territory, they will reach out to the pack for a meeting, the proper way. any other manner of ways used to reach out to the pack, will be considered a breach of the terms and the pack will be forced to take action.
Derek is implacable, his word is law. Stiles feels it in his bones, the skin at the back of his neck prickles with goosebumps. the wind picks up, the trees trashing with it and it becomes undeniable just how powerful Derek truly is at this moment.
the nematon is alive. Stiles has been working tirelessly for months with Deaton to purify it and then secure itâs connection to the Hale bloodline. tonight was the first test in checking the connection and the result is more than promising and Stiles canât help giving a little smirk.
Chris looks around them furtively, feigning calm but thereâs beads of sweat forming at his forehead. he watches Derek for a long time as the trees trash and creak under the force of the wind around them. the ground starts to shake slightly, pebbles and gravel rattling about.
it goes on until Chris finally extends a hand toward Derek and accepts the terms. Derek simply grips Chrisâ hand in his own and they shake on it. the ground stops shaking and the the wind slowly die down to a gentle breeze.
Erica and Isaac show up at that moment, making themselves known and the entire pack watch as Chris, Allison, Scott and the two other hunters walk back to the SUV and drive away.
Stiles knows theyâre out of earshot once the betasâ tense postures finally relaxes. Derek stays tense for much longer but thatâs only because his senses are sharper than the betas.
Stiles and the betas celebrate by sharing hugs and a few nuzzles to cheeks. then Stiles walks over to his Alpha and just has to wait him out a few more seconds before Derekâs posture also relaxes.
he reaches out to place a hand around the back of Stilesâ neck and pulls him into his personal space. he pushes his forehead to Stilesâ own and they breath the same air for a few moments. Stiles lets his eyes fall shut and he grips Derekâs henley at his side.
eventually, they separate and Derekâs hand shifts to lay to the side of his neck, thumb brushing back forth. Stiles canât look away from Derekâs gorgeous face, his heart pounding in his chest. emotions surge up inside of him and the next thing you know Stiles is kissing Derek on the lips, arms around those broad, strong shoulders.
his uncontrollable emotions seem to burst inside of him and tears prickle at his eyes behind his tightly shut eyelids. he wants to give Derek everything. everything he has, everything he is. he wants Derek to own it all.
the Alpha must feel it all because when he puts his arms around Stiles he squeezes him so tight it borders on painful but Stiles doesnât even notice it.
when they finally let go of eachother, the betas are gone. they probably left pretty quickly, giving them privacy. they probably went ahead to wait for them at the diner where they said they would regroup after the meeting.
Derek entwines his fingers with Stilesâ before pulling him gently towards the waiting camaro. Stiles steps up quickly and lets go of his fingers to instead hug Derekâs entire arm, smiling brightly. he may let out a few giggles, heâs so giddy he canât help it.
after the diner, Stiles invites Derek over and they end up watching a movie in the living room since his dad is out pulling a double shift but Stiles canât seem to concentrate on any of it. after the movie, Stiles asks Derek if he wants to sleep over. he canât look at Derek in the eyes when he asks because itâs actually the first time Stiles does and thereâs arousal thrumming in his veins that he knows for a fact Derek can smell.
he slowly makes his way up the stairs, knowing Derek will follow. at the landing he takes off his t-shirt and drops it to the floor. his jeans, underwear and socks are next, then he hears the creaking of the stairs and he knows Derek is almost at the landing.
he enters his bedroom, still keeping it slow but he chances a look back from under his lashes to watch Derek enter his bedroom with all the grace of the apex predator he truly is.
a shiver runs up Stilesâ spine and goosebumps spreads over his entire body. Derekâs eyes are glowing blood red and heâs fixated on Stiles so intently, itâs like he can feel the gaze on his skin like a physical touch.
heart pounding in his chest, he breaks eye contact to climb into his bed and settle comfortably onto his back. their eyes meet again and he watches as the Alpha stalks deeper into his bedroom. their eye contact break again when Derek pulls off his henley and then Stilesâ eyes are naturally pulled down to watch Derek undo his belt.
heâs panting as Derek pushes down his jeans and underwear at the same time and he spreads his legs almost on instincts. slowly oh so slowly, Derek climbs into bed to settle onto top of Stiles and in between his spread thighs.
Stiles rummage under his pillow until his hand finds the bottle of lube he left there earlier in the day exactly for this. he presses it to Derekâs hand. he doesnât want to wait anymore. he needs it, he needs it so bad.
Derek doesnât use the lube right away though, instead he folds Stiles almost in half and opens him up with his mouth and tongue for a long time. Stiles squirms and moans, his dick so hard it hurts but he wonât come. he knows he wonât and he doesnât want to, he wants to come on Derekâs dick, like he should but heâs already close so fucking close.
when Derek finally pushes two fingers into him Stiles is whiny and heâs panting hard. he knows heâs babbling but heâs not sure what heâs saying. when the third finger goes in his ass it starts making an obscene squelching sound as Derekâs fingers thrusts in and out of him. thereâs no discomfort at all and he knows heâs ready, heâs so ready. he tells Derek as much and Derek whoâs also panting at this point, takes out his fingers and strokes the lube onto his dick before moving his knees up a little for better leverage and lines himself up.
he kisses Stiles as he breaches him and continues to kiss him as he slowly pushes until heâs balls deep. Stiles can only moan and grip Derekâs shoulders hard as the stretch borders on painful for a moment until his body adjusts.
he doesnât even have to say anything for Derek to know exactly when the discomfort of the stretch abates because the second it does Derek starts moving. slow steady thrusts that leaves Stiles whining into Derekâs kisses.
slowly but steadily, Derek picks up the pace and then theyâre both panting too hard to kiss so they pant into eachotherâs mouth for a while, Stiles sometimes babbling unintelligibly. Derek then moves his kisses to Stilesâ cheek, down his throat and settling there. he lavishes Stilesâs throat in open mouthed kisses and starts making a constant rumbling sound in his chest that Stiles can feel under his own skin.
with a hand in Derekâs hair holding him in place at his throat, he slides his other hand down to Derekâs ass to edge him on and he starts begging his Alpha to go harder. Derek doesnât need to be told twice, on the next thrust he slams back in so hard Stiles screams.
after that, Derek fucks him so hard itâs hard to make any sound. the wolf is growling on top of him, leaving bite marks at his throat and Stiles arches into the thrusts, pleasure climbing until heâs on the edge.
then Derekâs thrusts go erratic and heâs growling louder before he pierces the soft skin of Stilesâ neck at his shoulder with his sharp teeth and Stiles is coming. spurts after spurts of come painting the length of his stomach and torso while Derek spills deep inside of him.
thereâs a moment of stillness, Stiles breathing really hard and Derek twitching with aftershocks. the moment passes and Derek lowers himself gently to rest his weight completely on top of Stiles. Stiles lets out a small contented sigh. heâs so happy. heâs so sated. heâs done it. he gave Derek everything. heâs Derekâs now. heâs so happy.
when theyâve both regained their breathing and Stiles starts to doze off, Derek nuzzles his cheek and whispers âyouâre mine, i love you so much.â in Stilesâ ear.
Stilesâ heart flutters and warmth spreads in his chest.
âyes, God yes, i love you too.â Stiles whispers back.
