#tsmf

I was tagged by @violetfairydust last week, but I was so exhausted and just done for the day that I figured I'd go ahead and do it this week. <3

It's the beginning of chapter 4 of Tiny Spark, Mighty Flame

Warning, it is very much unedited and unfinished because I had only just started fleshing it out when I had to stop to work on an exchange fic due at the end of the month.

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Derek had been sitting on the front porch sketching when the news hit the Hale Pack House.

He needed just a little peace and quiet from the chaos coming from both inside and out back. With summer ahead, most of the Hale Pack was gathered together.

Grandma Maggie, Uncle Leonard, and Derek's dad were in the vegetable garden out back preparing it for the warm, dryer weather ahead. “Supervising” them was Derek's mom, Peter, and Aunt Lisa, who bounced one of the twins on her lap, as they drank fresh homemade lemonade. The other twin toddled between their mom and uncle waving a soggy cookie. His cousins, Michael, Joseph, and Isabelle, had just arrived last week since school let out earlier for them, and Derek was beyond over them teaming up with Cora and Laura already.

A phone rang from deep within the house; he heard his mother answer, but Derek had long since stopped eavesdropping for most phone calls. It took him hearing his name mentioned to actually pay attention to one. Since this phone call did not, Derek ignored it as he did most and continued his sketching, focusing on the way the petals gently changed colors from purple to pink.

He was just starting on the third blossom, it was a struggle to get it looking just right at this angle, when his mother burst through their bright red front door, Uncle Peter on her heels.

Thursday’s outfit! 💖🤍💖

Words: 1136 Chapters: 1/? Rating: Teen

Ships: Sterek

Include: Hale Family Feels, Werewolf Stiles, Pack Alpha Stiles

Read at Ao3

Among born werewolves, it was common knowledge that the prime age for a human to endure the bite of an Alpha and survive was typically during their teenage or young adult years. In fact, the youngest recorded case of a bite resulting in a transformation and not death was previously eleven years old, so imagine the Hale pack’s astonishment when they learned of a small seven year old who was bitten and miraculously survived, challenging the known boundaries of possibility.

Since it's finally WIP Wednesday, I figured I'd do this. I got the tag from @thebejeweledwatercat last Thursday

RULES: Post the last sentence you wrote (fanfic /original/other) and tag as many people as you want.

This is the last paragraph I wrote in the next chapter of TSMF. I couldn't decide which part to put, so I just put the whole thing.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Noah blurted out. He already felt out of his depths, which is something Noah does NOT like to feel, especially when it comes to his family. As this little boy’s dad, Noah was supposed to have all the answers and make him feel safe, but Noah hasn’t been able to provide that ever since his son was bitten by a real life werewolf, which shouldn’t even be a real thing. This little meeting was supposed to be for answering the questions he and his family had about this whole situation they suddenly found themselves in, and now this, apparently human, vet decided this was the time to be vague and mysterious? Fuck that.

Thanks for the tag @endwersed <3

Here's a snippet from Ch. 2 of Tiny Spark, Mighty Flame

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As the jeep came to a halt in front of the imposing Hale house, Stiles glanced up and caught sight of a boy not much older than himself standing at one of the upstairs windows. His black hair framed his face, and thick eyebrows added intensity to his piercing green eyes. Though Stiles couldn't comprehend the significance of the moment, he felt an inexplicable pull toward this mysterious boy. With a friendly wave, the stranger acknowledged Stiles' arrival as the younger boy climbed out of the old jeep. Stiles grinned and waved back.

“Mischief,” Claudia called softly, gaining the boy’s attention, and he joined his parents as they headed to the large covered porch.

By the time they reached the stairs, Talia had already opened the red door, ready to greet them with a tall teenager standing at her right that had the same long dark hair and dark eyes as her mother.

“Welcome to our home!” the Alpha said regally. “This is my eldest, Laura,” Talia added, gesturing to the girl next to her. “She has recently started her training to take over as Alpha after myself, so she wanted to join us. Laura, this is Deputy Noah Stilinski and his wife Claudia.”

Talia paused before crouching down to be level with Stiles as she continued, “And this little one here is our newest pack member, Mieczysław.” 

Stiles blinked and raised his eyebrows over at his parents at the correct pronunciation of his name. No one outside of their family had ever been able to say it correctly before.

“Nice to meet you all,” Laura said kindly, “especially you, Meechslav.”

Noah smiled at Laura’s stumbling, “You can call him ‘Stiles’ if you want.”

“I am so sorry!” Laura looked horrified, like she had offended them or something, “I’ve been trying to practice saying it. Everyone has the right to have their name pronounced properly.”

Claudia put a calming hand on the girl’s shoulder, and replied, “Sweetie, we appreciate it. Honestly!” She added, seeing Laura about to interrupt. “Mieczysław was my father’s name. They were first generation immigrants from Poland, and, trust me, as a native speaker of the language, I completely understand that most Americans would have issues pronouncing it. Even my little Mischief here has problems saying his own name at times.” Claudia smiled down at Stiles, running her fingers through his shaggy hair. “For the longest time, he pronounced it ‘Mischief’, which is both adorable and, admittedly, accurate,” Claudia laughed lightly and everyone joined in.

“Stiles was originally my own father’s nickname,” Noah added, “so in a way, he’s named after both of his grandparents. We won’t be offended which you choose to call him by. You’re good. I swear.”

Talia smiled at Stiles, still crouched next to him. “What would you prefer, pup?” she inquired softly.

Stiles fidgeted as all eyes turned towards him. He shrugged, “Stiles is what everyone at school calls me.”

“Stiles it is!” Talia said cheerfully before she stood up, clapped her hands once and motioned for everyone to head inside. “How about we show you guys around real quick while Elijah finishes up lunch.”

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