Imagine all the Hale kids plus their cousins all at the park and kid stiles is there playing with kid Cora and her cousins then they make Derek play with them. Derek is classic middle child. Heâs older than the little kids but younger than Laura and the other cousins. Stiles absolutely loves playing with Derek. Sometimes itâs hard to keep up with the werewolf kids and even the human ones too but Derek stays behind with stiles until he catches up. Then when itâs time to leave Talia calls over the kids with a loud whistle (lol my mom actually does this) and all the kids all start herding back to the car, including stiles who is just following along. It takes Talia when theyâre half way home to realize that she took an extra kid with her, she didnât even smell him cause theyâve all been rolling around him all day. Good thing she knows Claudia so she wonât be too freaked out.
She gets half way home and realises thereâs 11 heartbeats in the back seat when there should only be 10 (I know, what car fits 11 kids, weâll, theyâre small and children - especially werewolf pups - have no regards for safety). She pulls over and turns around to see stiles sitting between Cora and Derek with a big smile on his face.
I like to think that Talia, Noah and Claudia grew up around the same time and know each other well, or maybe Peter caused a lot of trouble growing up and Noah was a new deputy that often had to deal with him (like Parrish with Stiles), so she knows Stiles and just drives him home. Chances are, Stiles snuck out of the house to go play at the park in the first place.
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Derek rolled his eyes. âYouâre so annoying.â
âYou know what, I actually hear that a lot.â
âMe, too,â Derek admitted. âBut I think itâs probably true about you.â
âOkay, rude,â Stiles sneered. âWhy donât you just use your claws to climb the tree? Like a cat.â
âIâm not a catâIâm a wolf.â
âNo shit, Sherlockâ âStiles grabbed Derekâs hand and pressed his fingertips into Derekâs palm, which immediately made his claws pop outâ âbut youâve still got claws.â
Derek stared down at his hand, dumbfounded. âHowâd you do that?â
âParty trick.â Stiles shrugged, then nodded towards the tree. âNow climb, spider monkey.â
With his claws to aid him, Derek managed to scale the tree much easier this timeâand didnât even have to leap up onto the branch, since he could just climb. Once he was situated on it, he looked down at Stiles.
âI donât know how to put the claws back,â Derek said, waving his fingers. âI donât know how to control it yet.â
âItâs probably safer if they stay out right now, anyway.â
âIâm working with Peter,â Derek continued. âHeâs teaching me with this special token thing that helps.â
âYouâll get it eventually,â Stiles assured him. âIâve seen it.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âYou have your abilities and I have mine.â
Derekâs eyebrows shot up. âYou can see the future?â
âSomething like that,â Stiles said. âYours, at leastâfor a while.â
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Laura Hale
Additional Tags: Kid Fic, Kid Derek Hale, Young Derek, Young Derek Hale, Young Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale & Stiles Stilinski are the Same Age, Fluff, First Dates
Summary:
Eight-year-old Derek spends his recesses alone, until one day a little boy comes and asks him on a âdateâ.
The competition is down to seven, but all it takes is one accident for the most remarkable thing to happen.
For @loveyprophet, Merry Christmas!Â
The doors swung open as the children made their way into the MasterChef kitchen. No matter how many times they walked through those doors, it didnât become any less intimidating. They made their way into the massive room with balconies looking down on the rows of shining stainless steel benches. The younger kids sprinted ahead, making their way up to the front of the room where the three chefs stood, fighting smiles at the sight of their ecstatic faces.
There was seven of them left in the competition.
Derek was the eldest in the competition; he was thirteen years old. He was quiet and tended to hide in the farthest bench. He didnât talk much, but everyone had noticed the way his eyes would drift to the boy at the bench in front of him, watching Stiles intently.
Stiles was twelve years old but always seemed to think too fast for the rest of his body to keep up. He was hyperactive and tended to struggle with things.
Beside him stood Isaac, the youngest of the competition. The boy was eight years old and barely reached Stilesâ ribs when he stood up tall. His sapphire blue eyes were always wide and curious, and his sandy-blonde curls were a tangled mess atop his head.
Beside Isaac was Erica, the nine-year-old who tended to get a little bossy when sheâs stressed. Her thick blonde hair was pulled back from her face in a long pony tail and she nervously balled her hands into fists again and again.
Boyd, the ten-year-old standing next to her, reached out and took her hand in his. Erica bowed her head, trying to hide her bashful smile and the soft rosy blush that coloured her cheeks. Boyd just smiled, his eyes still focused on the judges.
Gordon had to turn his face away for a second, struggling to smother his smile and regain his composure.
The final two children left in the competition was eleven-year-old Scott, who was sweet on ten-year-old Allisonâalways looking at her with his dark brown doe eyes.
A large curtain was set up behind them, obscuring their challenge of the day. The billowing red velvet swayed slightly as the judges welcomed them all back into the kitchen and began to introduce the next challenge in the competition.
âWeâve got a very special treat for you today,â Graham said, a smile lighting his face. He took a step back and let the billowing curtain drop to the ground on cue.
The room let out a collective gasp as they stared at the table full of sugar-dusted doughnuts, delicately decorated cupcakes, rich chocolate cakes, pastel-coloured cake pops, colourful macrons, and tiramisu.
âDesserts,â Graham said.
âYou all have one hour to make a dessert that is rich in flavour but light enough that you could eat it after a three-course meal,â Joe added. âYour sixty minutes startâŚâ
The kids braced themselves to run, the younger ones taking a step forward and crouching as if they were about to start a race.
âNow.â
The kids hurried into the pantry, grabbing the wire baskets and gathering the ingredients theyâd need. It was a frantic flurry of movement as they each hurried to find what they needed.
Stiles gathered the ingredients he needed and watched out the corner of his eyes as Isaac rose onto his toes and began to pile apples into his basket.
Across the room, Derek stepped up the shelves that were stocked full of herbs, spices and bakery ingredients.
Isaac nearly ran into him as he slid to a stop, standing on his toes as he strained to look at the jars on the shelf. He reached for one, his fingers straining as he grabbed the nutmeg and put it in his basket.
âWhereâs the cinnamon?â he said quietly to himself.
Derek reached out, picking the jar up and handing it to the boy.
Isaac smiled sweetly. âThank you,â he said before hurrying out of the kitchen and back to his workstation.
Derek grabbed the box of cocoa powder, checking the he had everything in his basket before heading back to his workstation at the back of the room. He returned to get a mixer and some baking trays, smothering a laugh as he watched Isaac do the same with an electric mixer that was almost as big as him.
Derek set his equipment down on the table before hurrying over to help Isaac lift the heavy mixer onto the counter. He picked up a small stool that sat at the end of the workshop and nudged it into place in front of the counter, smiling as Isaac thanked him again.
They fell silent as they started cooking, all intensely focused on what they were cooking.
After about fifteen minutes, Gordon Ramsey began to walk along the benches, talking to each of the children, tasting what they had cooked so far, and offering hints where they were needed.
Finally, he came close enough that Derek could hear what he was saying.
âWhat are you making, Isaac?â Gordon asked encouragingly.
âIâm making mini apple pies with a cinnamon and nutmeg crust,â the boy answered.
âThat sounds so good,â Gordon said. âWhere did you learn to make these?â
âMy brother and I used to make them for our mum before she got sick,â Isaac replied, looking up at his brother, Camden, who smiled back at him from where he stood on the balcony.
âIâm sure weâll love them as much as she did,â Gordon said softly. âIâll leave you to it.â
The man made his way to the next counter, watching as Stiles frantically moved back and forth across the space, his hands shaking slightly as he struggled to keep up with his racing thoughts.
âWhat are you working on, Stiles?â Gordon asked.
âItâs a traditional Polish sernik â or, cheesecake â with chocolate sauce and walnuts,â Stiles explained.
âThat sounds delicious,â Gordon said, dipping a spoon into the cheesecake mix and tasting it. âTastes delicious too. Where did you learn to make this?â
âItâs my Babkaâs recipe,â Stiles replied.
âYou ever make it for your girlfriend?â Gordon teased.
Stiles shook his head. âI donât have a girlfriend.â
âWhat about a boyfriend?â
Stilesâ face flushed red as he shook his head.
âIf you donât have a boyfriend, I think Derek over there is sweet for you. He canât seem to take his eyes off you.â
Derekâs eyes flew open wide. He dropped his gaze, his heart hammering as he tried to focus on his cooking.
Gordon let out a soft chuckle, watching as both the boysâ faces turned bright red. âOkay, Iâll leave you to it.â
After that, time seemed to pass. Stiles focused his attention on his dish; crushing the biscuits into crumbs and mixing in butter and sugar before pressing the mix into the bottom of the pan to make a crust. He mixed together the filling, adding crushed vanilla bean before pouring it into the baked crust and setting it aside in the fridge to set.
There was a loud crash and a pained yelp.
Stiles bolted upright, his eyes catching the sight of Isaac falling to his knees. He ran around his counter and sprinted to the boyâs side.
The boy was on the floor, curled up on himself and cradling his hand to his chest. Beside him sat the saucepan he had been cooking the apple filling in, the pan sizzling on the floor. The caramelised apple was spilt across the floor, wisps of steam rising from it.
âIsaac?â he said softly, steadying his hands on the boyâs shoulders and encouraging the boy to look up at him. Stiles noticed the blistering red welt that covered the palm of the hand that Isaac cradled to his chest.
Tears streamed down the boyâs pale cheeks, his shoulders rising and falling with frantic breaths.
âItâs okay,â he whispered soothingly, smoothing back the boyâs unruly curls. âItâs alright.â
A medic team raced over to their side.
âIâm not going to finish,â Isaac sobbed.
âYes, you are,â Stiles said, determined. âIâm going to clean this up for you and then Iâm going to help you. You are going to finish.â
Stiles grabbed a cloth and wet it, using it to hold the hot pan before dumping it in the sink. He started to clean up the mess on the floor when a pair of shoes came into his peripheral vision. He looked up to see Derek set a pile of apples down on the counter. He grabbed a knife and began to dice them, setting them in a clean pan.
Once Stiles had finished cleaning, he grabbed another knife and helped Derek dice the apples, measuring out the sugar and water.
âIâve got this if you need to go finish yours,â Stiles said.
âMy cakeâs in the oven,â Derek replied. âIâve got twenty minutes to spare.â
A sweet, thankful smile lifted the corner of Stilesâ lips.
âCan you imagine those two cooking together in the kitchen in a few yearsâ time?â they heard Gordon tease.
Derek moved the pan to the stove and began to cook the sauce. Stiles turned his attention to the crust.
A sniffling Isaac joined him, his hand wrapped in a thick white bandage and covered in a glove. His cheeks were stained with tears and his lips still quivered.
âTell me how you want me to do it and Iâll do it,â Stiles said.
Isaacâs voice was quiet as he gave Stiles instructions. Stiles did as he was told, mixing together the ingredients and kneading the dough. He rolled it flat, letting Isaac cut out the circles and press them into the metal cups of the muffin tray.
Derek helped spoon the caramelised apple into the pans before heading back to his workbench to finish his meal. Stiles helped Isaac weave the top of the pie crusts into a lattice before putting the tray in the oven.
âTell me when theyâre done, and Iâll help you get them out of the oven, okay?â he said.
Isaac nodded, thanking Stiles again before collecting plates and slicing up another apple â ready for plating.
Stiles returned to his bench and began to mix together cocoa powder, sugar and water. He brought it to a simmer and began to stir, slowly adding in butter, vanilla and cream. He took the sauce off the stove and poured it over the top of the cheesecake, smoothing it out before putting it back in the fridge.
He gathered plates and opened the jar of walnuts sitting on the bench next to him.
âStiles?â Isaac said quietly, his bright blue eyes peering over the edge of the tall workbench.
âAre they done?â Stiles asked.
Isaac nodded.
âOkay,â Stiles said with a smile, making his way around the bench and collecting the oven mitts. He lifted the tray out of the oven and set it up on the cooling rack. âIf I get them out onto the cooling rack, will you be okay to plate up?â
Isaac nodded again, passing Stiles the butterknife he was holding.
Stiles slid the knife around the crust, popping the small pies from the tin and setting them down on the wire cooling rack. Once done, he set the hot tray in the sink and ran cool water over it, letting it hiss and steam.
âThank you,â Isaac called after him.
âYouâre welcome,â Stiles replied as he pulled his cheesecake from the cooler and began to plate up.
A short while later, the judgesâ voices rang out as they counted down. âHands up,â they called out.
The kids raised their hands, the finished dishes sitting before them on the benches. The judges called the kids forward, one by one, tasting the desserts they had dished up and offering them compliments and feedback.
Finally, Stiles was called up. He picked up the dished plate and carried it over to the judges, setting it down on the table and taking a step back.
Joe stepped forward, picking up a spoon and tasting the cheesecake.
âStiles, you and Derek did something amazing today,â Joe said. âAnd Iâm not talking about the desserts you madeâas amazing as they are. You two did something so selfless. You two set aside everything youâve done to help someone you were competing against.â
âMy mum always told me that tâs not a competition unless itâs fair,â Stiles said. âIsaac has worked just as hard as the rest of us to get this far, and I donât think it would fair if he were to get eliminated because of an accident. And in any situation, whether this was a competition or not, people matter. And if someone gets hurt, I will always put them above anything Iâm doing.â
A smile lifted the corners of Joeâs lips. âI think your mum would be very proud of you.â He looked up at the balcony that overlooked the kitchen. âWhat do you think, dad?â
Johnâs eyes glistened with tears as he nodded. âI think sheâd be very proud.â
Stiles smiled up at his dad.
âThank you, Stiles,â Joe said.
Stiles nodded and made his way back to his bench.
Isaac was the last to be called up.
âIsaac, can you bring your plate up to the front?â Gordon prompted.
The little boyâs hands shook as he carried the plate. The small apple pie was the size of a cupcake, the crust golden and dusted with sugar. Thin slices of apple and caramel sauce sat beside it as it was plated up with a scoop of ice cream.
âJust looking at that,â Gordon said as the boy set the plate on the table before the man. âIt looks amazing.â
He collected a spoon and dug into the apple pie.
âThe crust is the perfect mix of crunchy and crumbly,â the chef commented, lifting the spoon to his mouth. âThat is delicious. You did a fantastic job, Isaac.â
âThank you, chef,â the boy said quietly.
Gordon took a step back and Graham stepped forward, collecting another spoon and taking a bite of the apple pie.
âLife doesnât always go your way, does it?â Graham said.
Isaac shook his head, his sandy-blonde curls bouncing about.
âAnd sometimes accidents happen, and sometimes we get hurt,â the man continued. âBut you are so strong; you got back up on your feet and you kept going.â
âI had help,â the boy said quietly, glancing over his shoulder at the two older boys. âI wouldnât have been able to do it without Stiles and Derek.â
âYou need to give yourself some credit too,â Graham encouraged. âBecause the friends you make reflect the kind of person you are. You are kind and thoughtful, and I think Stiles and Derek would agree with me when I say that you are a good personâand so, your friends are too.â
Isaac looked over his shoulder again, watching as Stiles and Derek nodded in agreement. A rosy-pink blush coloured.
âYou did great,â Graham said. âThank you, Isaac.â
âThank you,â the boy said before hurrying back to his counter.
  The room was heavy with anticipation as the judges talked among one another. The silence settled over the room as the judges broke out of their huddle and called the children forward to the front of the room.
âToday has been a big day, and that was a tough challenge, but all of you pulled through,â Gordon said. âIâm not kidding when I say that that was the hardest round weâve ever had to judge.â
The kidsâ faces lit up with smiles.
âAnd we think the winner of todayâs challenge deserves an extra prize. What do you think it should be?â
âA kiss from Stiles,â Erica said confidently. âUnless Stiles is the winner, in which case it should be a kiss from Derek.â
The rom burst into laughter.
Gordon took a moment to compose himself. âI think thatâs a good prize. Scott, Isaac and Stiles, would you please step forward?â
The three of them took a step forward, standing before the judges.
âIsaac,â Gordon started. âYou are not todayâs winner, but we want to give you a reward for the determination and strength you showed today. Weâre giving you a full set of baking equipment. And I want you to leave knowing that those apple pies were the best I have ever eaten. If you came up to me in ten yearsâ time, I would not hesitate to put those pies in my restaurants.â
âThank you, chef,â Isaac beamed. He stepped back to join the others, letting Derek wrap his arms around the boyâs shoulders and hug him tight.
âScott, you served up an amazing dessert,â Joe said. âBut it just wasnât enough to keep you in the competition. You are a great chef, you plate up some incredible dishes, and you missed out by a hairâs breadth. Please, hold onto your apron and keep cooking, because you are great at what you do.â
âThank you, chef,â Scott said.
Stiles reached out and patted his friendâs shoulder, offering Scott a kind smile.
âStiles,â Gordon said, getting the boyâs attention. âYou have made your mum, your dad, and you Babka proud today. You are the winner of todayâs challenge.â
The room filled with applause as a sweet smile lifted Stilesâ mole-speckled cheeks. He took a step back to join the other kids, standing beside Derek.
There was a moment of hesitation before Derek leant over and pressed a kiss to Stilesâ cheek.
Stiles heart skipped a beat and he nearly choked on his breath. His eyes flew open wide, his cheeks flushing as he smiled bashfully and dropped his head. He glanced out the corner of his eyes, noticing the blush that coloured Derekâs cheeks and the way he smiled back.
Hi beautiful people! Can I ask if you have some kid!Stiles fics? No pairing is okay but Sterek pairing is better. Iâm just in the mood with some Stiles a-burst-of-sunshine Stilinski <3 Thank you beautiful people!
Of course! -Letta
Balloons and a Pretzel by Lonelyirises
(1/1 | 548 | Gen | Sterek)
He expected high-pitched wailing because kids are stupid and carnivals suck (What do 12 year olds do at a carnival anyway mom! Derek dear, it is a best place to make new friends. Yep, they suck.)
Staying Close by hazelNuts
(1/1 | 978 | Gen | Sterek)
Stiles helps Derek find his mom when he loses her at the zoo.
The boy is standing by the wolf habitat. Stiles thinks he recognizes him from school, but heâs not in Stilesâ grade. Maybe in the grade above him? Which means the boy is probably already ten years old.The boyâs looks stiff. His hands are balled into fists by his side and his head is swivelling from side to side, scanning the area again and again with wide eyes.
For SWN Summer Bingo prompt: Day at the Zoo
Batman vs. Gorilla by Siriusstuff
(1/1 | 1,024 | Gen | Sterek)
A few moments with kid!Stiles and kid!Derek (and other kids) in kindergarten.
No One Ever Wants to be Robin. Unless⌠by FrozenVoid
(1/1 | 1,116 | Gen | Sterek)
When Stiles was a kid teenage Derek saved him from being run over by a speeding car. Stiles saw how inhumanly strong and fast Derek was and since Stiles is so into superhero comics he becomes convinced that Derek is some kind of superhero. So Stiles starts following him around. Because every Batman needs a Robin
Like a Baby Duck by ALoza
(1/1 | 1,300 | NR | Sterek)
Derek hoists Stiles to his feet, and the six-year-old topples forward into the ten-year-oldâs chest. He grunts and wipes at his cheek.
âSorry,â Derek blurts, eyes wide with worry, as he steadies him.
Stiles smiles and shrugs, ââs okay.â
Derek smiles back and crosses his arms, âOkay, you have to be the prince and Iâll be the knight that has to rescue you, okay?â
Stiles nods, âOkay.â
âGo to sleep in the treehouse and when I kiss you, you have to wake up,â Derek instructs.
And We Were Birds by ashley_ingenious
(1/1 | 1,355 | Gen | Sterek)
The kid hadnât stopped talking since heâd walked into the door and introduced himself. Stiles something or other. And Stiles was a weird name, but Derek didnât have time to think about it, because he was enraptured by the story that was spilling out before him at a mile a minute.
It starts with a kid that wonât shut up and ends with best friends. Somehow.
Playground Boyfriends by ElladoraRedbeard
(1/1 | 1,747 | Gen | Sterek)
Stiles and Derek meet when theyâre 5 and 8, respectively, in an indoor playground.
Mothers always know by Alba55
(2/2 | 2,013 | Gen | Sterek)
âMieczyslaw, what are you doing?ââDrawing my new best friendâ he simply answered, making a face.âHe doesnât look like Scott, whoâs this, sweetheart?â Claudia approached his son, who was on the dining room table, looking at the papers and crayons splattered all over the whole table. Stiles looked away from his drawings to met his motherâs eyes.âThatâs because itâs not Scott, mommyâ Stiles giggled. âItâs Wolfieâ he whispered as he turned back to his drawing.
Rule Number One by inhystereksÂ
(1/1 | 2,133 | Gen | Sterek)
Stiles would love Batman unil the day he died, but he definitely had more of a Captain America mindset when it came to bullies. His father had told him to be good, so he definitely knew it would be okay to step in if it meant keeping some other kid from being teased.
Of First Names and Lunch Breaks by frozenorange
(2/2 | 3,133 | Gen | Sterek)
His mom had told him that the best way to dissuade a bully is by ignoring him. Stiles finds out that the best way to dissuade a bully is Derek Hale.
Way More Than Five Times Claudia Was A Real Person (Not Just An Excuse For Tears) by alexscat
(1/1 | 4,182 | Teen | No Pairing)
Claudia is many things: former vegetarian, college graduate, gardener, small business owner, competent home cook, Polish speaker (kind of), potty mouth (definitely), girl geek, wife of a hot deputy, and mother of a ridiculous(ly adorable) son.
Oh, and not dead.
Miles by deanlosechester
(1/1 | 5,246 | Teen | Sterek)
Derek was five years old when he first met Stiles Stilinski.
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Um, hi? I just get my wisdom tooth plucked and it hurts a lot. Like. A lot. And i just wish if you can make a fluffy sterek with derek pulling stiles pain after the surgery? Only if you have free time and i'm sorry if i bother you. Have a very nice day!!! And thankyou
I hope you donâtmind, I changed the prompt a bit! No wisdom teeth are pulled in the making ofthis fic but a tooth is chipped - Â *gasp* - and bby!Derek decidesheâs gotta step up and be Stilesâ personal werewolf superhero. I hope you feel better, sweetheart (and sorry itâs a week late).Â
âDer?â Stiles asks, gently tugging onDerekâs hand. He looksâŚun-char-as-tic-allyâŚshy and Derek is immediatelyon alert. He nearly wolves out, in his panic, but he stops himself just intime.
âDer, I have an ouchie.â
Stiles sniffs, sitting down and buryinghis face in the pillow Derek has been guarding for the past ten minutes. Stilesnever forgets to bring his pillow to school and he only ever trusts Derek towatch it when he goes to the bathroom or outside to play. Stiles doesnât eventrust the teacher to watch it for him. Â
Putting down his sandwich, Derekfrowns.
He hates when people are sad,especially Stiles. Momma says itâs good to cry when youâre sad - when you cryyou get marshmallows too - but Stiles looks like heâs trying not tocry, which isâŚ.counterâŚ.counter?âŚproductiveâŚ.yeah, because Stiles loves marshmallows. Derek knows he doesnâthave to cry if he doesnât want to, though. One time, Uncle Peter made Derek crywhen he didnât want to and it wasnât fun. Â
Looking around, he searches forsomething to help. Stiles always asks for comic books when heâs sick - Derek reallyhopes Stiles isnât sick - but the only thing Derek can find is his juicebox. Itâs apple.
He tries to give it to him - puts thestraw in, making sure itâs bendy, like Papa does for him - but Stiles shakeshis head.
âNo, thanks,â he mutters.
Derek blinks, looking around again.He thinks about offering up the rest of his sandwich instead but it was made byLaura, which means it sucks, and Stiles doesnât deserve things thatsuck. Even if he does talk way too fast sometimes and drools on Derekâsfavorite Aladdin blanket at sleepovers. He read a picture book about penguinson Saturday, and it said friendships are about compromise. Derek guesses thatmeans having to watch Aladdin suffer, sometimes. But only for Stiles.  Â
âWhat dâya do?â he asks, deciding he probablyshould have asked that first. He ducks his head, embarrassed.
When he looks back up, Stiles doessomething with his hands, nearly hitting Derek in the face, which Derek thinks is supposed to be ananswer. He nods, because itâs polite, and he likes that Stiles likes that heunderstands all of his weird hand-movements (which isnât a lie, not really- Derek just needs more practice, like with werewolf training).
Scenting the air, he tries to figureout what happened instead - Momma says heâs getting better at it - but all hecan smell is the cookie Stiles stole from Jackson Whittemore and hid in hismouth for âsafe keepingâ this morning. Â
âSee?â Stiles whispers, suddenly, opening hismouth wide and pulling at both sides with his fingers.
At first, Derek isnât sure what heâslooking at. All he sees is Stiles tongue, which canât stay still, even for asecond. Itâs pretty gross, Derek realises. Mouths are gross. Stiles does have apretty mouth, though. At least, Derek thinks itâs pretty, like ahandsome Prince, maybe? If Stiles didnât, he would probably be doublygrossed out.
Finally, Derek sees it - a chippedtooth.
Stilesâ lip starts to wobble.
âDoes it hurt?â he asks, taking Stilesâhand. Thatâs another thing he likes about Stiles: he lets Derek hold his hand.Derek knows not everyone likes people holding their hands. Isaac doesnât likepeople holding his hand, not even Allison Argent, and sheâs a Disney princess.
Stiles nods, wiping his nose on Derekâsshoulder. âUh-huh. Hurts so bad. Like, likeâŚif Batman hurt histooth and it was sore too!â
He wipes his nose on Derek again and Dereksmiles.
âWant me to phone your dad?â Stilesshakes his head. âWhat about Mrs McCall?â Again, no.
Derek sticks out his tongue, likeStiles does when he needs to think hard. âOkay,â he says, âI have an idea, butyou canât tell anyone.â
Glancing at the door to make sureno-one is about to come in, Derek presses a finger to Stilesâ mouth andconcentrates really hard. Heâs not supposed to take peopleâs pain away - notuntil heâs much older - but Derek is pretty sure Stiles is a good excuse tobreak the rules. Stiles is always making Derek break the rules, anyway. Like with the cookie this morning.Â
Immediately, a tiny black line beginsto run up his arm. Itâs kind of sore and Derek squirms a little, but whenit stops Stiles is staring at him like, well, Derek isnât exactly sure. Helooks happy, at least. Thatâs good, right?
âAre you magic?â Stiles asks.
Derek thinks about that. âNo.â
âAre you a mermaid?â
Derek laughs. Stiles is silly. âNo.â
âYouâre a mermaid.â Stiles grins. âWhen I grow up, I think Iâm going to marry you. Iâll wear my bestest sneakers.â
Derek thinks about that, too. âI thinkIâm okay with that.â They can have an Aladdin cake and a pool party, after.Derek really likes pool parties. Everyone is always in a good mood and heâll get to splash Laura.Â
Stiles squeezes Derekâs hand and plants a kiss on his cheek.Â
ââŚ.are you sure youâre not amermaid?â he asks. Derek feels his face go warm. âWait. No. I got it. Are you a pain sucking vampire??Iâve read about those!!â
Derek narrows his eyes. Heâs much coolerthan a vampire but heâs not sure if heâs allowed to tell Stiles that.
âIâm your personal superhero,â hedecides. âI was born to protect you.â He puffs out his chest, like heâs seenSuperman do, and grins. Being born to protect Stiles doesnât seem like a lie,if heâs being honest. Heâs always falling down and running into doors. Hedoes kind of need Derek.
âCool,â Stiles whispers, prodding oneof Derekâs eyebrows. âI donât wanna be Lois Lane, though, okay? I want to belike my Daddy when I grow up. He gets to carry a badge.â
âLois Lane carries a badge, too!â Derekprotests. Lois Lane is his favourite. Sheâs super smart. Smarter than Superman.And sheâs never afraid to ask scary questions. Heâs going to write a book about her one day. âShe carries a specialbadge that lets her talk to important people. You like talking to people, donâtyou?â
Stiles thinks on this. âHuh.â He prodsDerekâs other eyebrow. âOkay, Iâll be your Lois Lane, then.â
Derekâs stomach does something funny.He touches it, glaring a little, and sighs. He knew he shouldnât haveaccepted half of Jacksonâs cookie. He has a feeling this means Stiles is going to end upgiving him a lot of tummy aches in the future.
Compromise, he thinks, remembering. Â
âOkay,â he says. âIâll make you abadge.â
Summary: "Hello. This is Alpha Vernon Boyd, calling from Camp Remus aboutâ"
"Derek?" Talia asks, confused. "You're calling about Derek? Is he okay? What happened?"Â
"Oh, boy." Melissa blows out a breath. "All right. Is he hurt?"Â
"He's been there for two hours, what could he possibly haveâ" John pauses. "Hang on, Camp Remus? Like the werewolf camp?"
Info:Â 23k | General | Middle School AU, Werewolves Are Known, Magic Stiles, Mates, Humor
Notes: This fic is soooo good and it had me hooked by the opening lines where Derek is listening to the Ramones. Plus itâs a 2018 fic from apocryphal (wibble) and in the words of the author: âAlso, how crazy is it that Sterek is still going strong after all these years? Like, you guys. We're awesome.â -S
Sneak Peek:
It's Derek's first summer at Camp Remus without Laura.
He'd hoped that having Cora still here would make it a little less lonely, but that notion had been quickly disavowed when they'd stepped on the bus and Cora had abandoned him for a group of girls with colorful embroidery thread taped to their knees, busily braiding. His cousin Malia, of course, more independent at eight than Derek is even now, had gotten on a completely different bus. Which left Derek to spend the bus ride to camp in the worst row on the busâthe one at the very front, right behind the bus driverâwith only the collective works of The Ramones for company.
He doesn't mind, exactly. It's rare that he ever gets time alone at home, and he's never allowed to listen to The Ramones, (or anything else with "adolescent content") since there are too many young werewolf ears in the house. And he knows that he has Erica and Isaac waiting for him at camp. But still, he was a bit miffed to be abandoned by his little sister for the cooler kids.
What does she know anyway? Eleven year olds are idiots.
So these fics are very much so off canon, like Lydia is Derekâs sister in the series. Still I kinda enjoyed it just because it has Sterek in it. This is series about Stiles and Derek growing up together and falling in love. The first is focused on when Derek and Stiles are still kids, while the second is about when they are in college. Has alpha/omega/beta dynamics and Derek wants to be a farmer for some reason (donât know how I feel about that) but it is still good.
