#kid!stiles

She gets half way home and realises there’s 11 heartbeats in the back seat when there should only be 10 (I know, what car fits 11 kids, we’ll, they’re 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.

"He had been twelve years old, as his old life ended, as he lost his family and with them his pack... as he was suddenly and completely alone in a world full of war. Now he was sixteen... and not alone anymore. But the boy, Stiles, was a different story. A story Derek sometimes.. still wished to forget again right away." __________________________________________________________ 

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:

Stiles’ spark allows him to create infinite pockets, which means he gets up to infinite mischief.

For @loveyprophet​

Stiles sat on the seat next to his father’s desk, dressed in a long sleeve shirt and a thick puffer vest. His Batman backpack – that was as big as he was – rested against the leg of his chair. He swung his legs back and forth beneath the chair, waiting as patiently as he could for his dad.

He took another bite of his peanut butter and jelly sandwich as his eyes rolled around the room, taking in everything he had seen before. His eyes focused on the plaque that sat on his father’s desk: Deputy J Stilinski.

The bullpen was full of quiet chatter as the deputies answered phone calls or talked quietly with each other over cases.

“Stiles,” his dad said, stepping over to his side. “The puppy from the K9 unit has gone missing, do you know where it went?”

“No,” Stiles said, looking up at his dad with doe eyes.

“Alright,” his dad said, raking his fingers through his hair. He turned slightly, looking around the bullpen. He paused, turning back to look at his son. His brow furrowed with confusion. “Stiles? Where did you get that sandwich?”

“From my pocket,” Stiles said innocently.

“Huh,” John muttered. He crouched in front of his son. “And you haven’t seen the puppy?”

Stiles shook his head.

A quiet bark interrupted them, coming from Stiles’ jacket pocket and muffled slightly.

“Mieczysław,” his father said warningly.

Stiles bowed his head. He carefully set his sandwich down on the edge of his father’s desk and shuffled off the chair and onto his feet. The soles of his shoes lit up, flashing bright colours as the boy straightened himself and tugged at his jacket sleeves with his chubby hands. He pulled his jacket off and carefully – meticulously – laid it down on the floor before reaching into the pocket.

His eyes lit up with a flash of white as his hand sank further into his jacket, is if reaching through the coat and into a hole in the floor. He pulled out the German Shepard puppy that was nearly as big as he was, the dog’s legs dangling as Stiles struggled to hold him. He hugged the puppy and looked up at his dad sheepishly.

The puppy squirmed out of his arms, running in circles around the boy before stopping to sit beside him and let the boy run his little hands through his soft fur.

“I’m sorry,” Stiles said quietly.

His dad couldn’t help but smile as he reached out and gently tousled his son’s hair. “I know you love him, kiddo. But he’s training to work with the police and needs to go home with his trainer. Maybe if you’re good, we’ll get a dog one day, okay?”

“Okay,” Stiles mumbled.

“Do you want to walk him back to his trainer?” his dad asked.

Stiles nodded.

I hope you don’tmind, I changed the prompt a bit! No wisdom teeth are pulled in the making ofthis fic but a tooth is chipped -  *gasp* - and bby!Derek decideshe’s gotta step up and be Stiles’ personal werewolf superhero. I hope you feel better, sweetheart (and sorry it’s a week late). 

“Der?” Stiles asks, gently tugging onDerek’s hand. He looks…un-char-as-tic-ally…shy and Derek is immediatelyon alert. He nearly wolves out, in his panic, but he stops himself just intime.

“Der, I have an ouchie.”

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 doesn’t eventrust the teacher to watch it for him.  

Putting down his sandwich, Derekfrowns.

He hates when people are sad,especially Stiles. Momma says it’s good to cry when you’re sad - when you cryyou get marshmallows too - but Stiles looks like he’s trying not tocry, which is….counter….counter?…productive….yeah, because Stiles loves marshmallows. Derek knows he doesn’thave to cry if he doesn’t want to, though. One time, Uncle Peter made Derek crywhen he didn’t want to and it wasn’t fun.  

Looking around, he searches forsomething to help. Stiles always asks for comic books when he’s sick - Derek reallyhopes Stiles isn’t sick - but the only thing Derek can find is his juicebox. It’s apple.

He tries to give it to him - puts thestraw in, making sure it’s bendy, like Papa does for him - but Stiles shakeshis head.

“No, thanks,” 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 doesn’t deserve things thatsuck. Even if he does talk way too fast sometimes and drools on Derek’sfavorite 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.   

“What d’ya do?” 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 it’s polite, and he likes that Stiles likes that heunderstands all of his weird hand-movements (which isn’t 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 he’s getting better at it - but all hecan smell is the cookie Stiles stole from Jackson Whittemore and hid in hismouth for “safe keeping” this morning.  

“See?” Stiles whispers, suddenly, opening hismouth wide and pulling at both sides with his fingers.

At first, Derek isn’t sure what he’slooking at. All he sees is Stiles tongue, which can’t stay still, even for asecond. It’s pretty gross, Derek realises. Mouths are gross. Stiles does have apretty mouth, though. At least, Derek thinks it’s pretty, like ahandsome Prince, maybe? If Stiles didn’t, he would probably be doublygrossed out.

Finally, Derek sees it - a chippedtooth.

Stiles’ lip starts to wobble.

“Does it hurt?” he asks, taking Stiles’hand. That’s another thing he likes about Stiles: he lets Derek hold his hand.Derek knows not everyone likes people holding their hands. Isaac doesn’t likepeople holding his hand, not even Allison Argent, and she’s a Disney princess.

Stiles nods, wiping his nose on Derek’sshoulder. “Uh-huh. Hurts so bad. Like, like…if Batman hurt histooth and it was sore too!”

He wipes his nose on Derek again and Dereksmiles.

“Want me to phone your dad?” Stilesshakes his head. “What about Mrs McCall?” Again, no.

Derek sticks out his tongue, likeStiles does when he needs to think hard. “Okay,” he says, “I have an idea, butyou can’t tell anyone.”

Glancing at the door to make sureno-one is about to come in, Derek presses a finger to Stiles’ mouth andconcentrates really hard. He’s not supposed to take people’s pain away - notuntil he’s 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. 

Immediately, a tiny black line beginsto run up his arm. It’s kind of sore and Derek squirms a little, but whenit stops Stiles is staring at him like, well, Derek isn’t exactly sure. Helooks happy, at least. That’s good, right?

“Are you magic?” Stiles asks.

Derek thinks about that. “No.”

“Are you a mermaid?”

Derek laughs. Stiles is silly. “No.”

“You’re a mermaid.” Stiles grins. “When I grow up, I think I’m going to marry you. I’ll wear my bestest sneakers.”

Derek thinks about that, too. “I thinkI’m okay with that.” They can have an Aladdin cake and a pool party, after.Derek really likes pool parties. Everyone is always in a good mood and he’ll get to splash Laura. 

Stiles squeezes Derek’s hand and plants a kiss on his cheek. 

“….are you sure you’re not amermaid?” he asks. Derek feels his face go warm. “Wait. No. I got it. Are you a pain sucking vampire??I’ve read about those!!”

Derek narrows his eyes. He’s much coolerthan a vampire but he’s not sure if he’s allowed to tell Stiles that.

“I’m your personal superhero,” hedecides. “I was born to protect you.” He puffs out his chest, like he’s seenSuperman do, and grins. Being born to protect Stiles doesn’t seem like a lie,if he’s being honest. He’s always falling down and running into doors. Hedoes kind of need Derek.

“Cool,” Stiles whispers, prodding oneof Derek’s eyebrows. “I don’t wanna be Lois Lane, though, okay? I want to belike my Daddy when I grow up. He gets to carry a badge.”

“Lois Lane carries a badge, too!” Derekprotests. Lois Lane is his favourite. She’s super smart. Smarter than Superman.And she’s never afraid to ask scary questions. He’s going to write a book about her one day. “She carries a specialbadge that lets her talk to important people. You like talking to people, don’tyou?”

Stiles thinks on this. “Huh.” He prodsDerek’s other eyebrow. “Okay, I’ll be your Lois Lane, then.”

Derek’s stomach does something funny.He touches it, glaring a little, and sighs. He knew he shouldn’t haveaccepted half of Jackson’s 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.  

“Okay,” he says. “I’ll make you abadge.”

THEY SAY IT’S MIGHTY FINE

Author: apocryphal

Summary: "Hello. This is Alpha Vernon Boyd, calling from Camp Remus about—"

"Derek?" Talia asks, confused. "You're calling about Derek? Is he okay? What happened?" 

"Oh, boy." Melissa blows out a breath. "All right. Is he hurt?" 

"He's been there for two hours, what could he possibly have—" John pauses. "Hang on, Camp Remus? Like the werewolf camp?"

Info: 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 it’s a 2018 fic from apocryphal (wibble) and in the words of the author: “Also, how crazy is it that Sterek is still going strong after all these years? Like, you guys. We're awesome.” -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 bus—the one at the very front, right behind the bus driver—with 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.