#alpha!derek

Hi anon! Anon says it's this series.

Pairing: Sterek Word: derecho

Send me a word or phrase and one of these ships and I might write a little something

“Yeehaw!” Stiles yells, a wild smile stretching his face. His hair is tousled by the wind, his cheeks flushed. 

“Get in the house, you idiot!” Derek yells back. “Or do you want to explain to your father that I had to bite you because a tree branch tried to take off your head?”

“What?” Stiles shouts. 

Derek shakes his head and grabs Stiles’s arm. “Get inside you maniac.” 

Stiles gestures to the long line of dark clouds. “I made that!” He says.

“You what?!” Derek yells. It’s not even that loud at the moment, he just wants to yell now because Stiles did what?

“I made that,” Stiles says, getting all up in Derek’s face and speaking slowly, like he thinks maybe Derek can’t hear, werewolf hearing be damned. “I made this!” He swirls a finger in the air, and the wind does a circular dance around them, sending leaves careening across the lawn. 

Derek puts his hands on Stiles’s waist, and he feels it then, under his fingers like a live wire: power and magic. He can’t catch his breath. “Someone could get hurt,” he says finally, panting a little bit. 

“You’re no fun,” Stiles pouts, but he takes a deep breath, closes his eyes, murmurs some words, and like a song fading into the distance, the wind dissipates. 

“Don’t be mad,” Stiles says, and his eyes are soft and pleading now. “Don’t be mad at me, Der, I only want to be powerful to protect the pack. I promise.” 

Derek’s hands clench and unclench at Stile’s waist as he tries to process everything. 

“C’mon, Alpha,” Stiles says. His hands slide down to Derek’s easing them off until he’s holding them instead. “Everything I do, I do it for you.” 

Isaac: Hey man, what's the worst that could happen?

Derek: *eyebrows of doom*

Erica to Derek: Omg you really need to tap that harder.

Derek: Huh? Did you somehow manage to miss me scoring that home run just now?

Erica: *rolls her eyes* I'm not talking about the ball, Babe Ruth.

Stiles: *runs past them both, reeking of horny*

Erica: I was talking about that.

Derek: *turns the same shade of red as the flash of his alpha eyes*

Derek, shouting: GAME SUSPENDED! EVERYONE GO HOME!

Scott, muttering quietly: Oh God, please, please just wait until we're out of earshot this time...

The rest of the pack: *tutting unhappily* Awww, Stiles!

And before I posted this, I checked about 10 a/b/o fics and so far every alpha Derek tag leads to Pack Alpha, not Omegaverse. It looks like the omega Stiles lead to the right place though. (Eta: the Alpha Peter Hale tag looks to be in the same boat as Derek)