Always Consuming Never Creating

Honestly, there’s lots of little obedience tests between Stiles and Derek and the number of times Stiles brats and then obeys is too much to be normal

Stiles: Obeying every command

but fails to consider that ice is. so slippery.

Alpha Derek who protects the woods and makes deals with the townspeople to protect them in exchange for their firstborn joining his pack and thus joining the protection of the town. It's how he got Boyd, Erica and Isaac (loophole of the firstborn already being dead) to be his Betas.

When Stiles comes to him, Derek is a little confused because Stiles is definitely too young to have a kid old enough to join the pack. But it's okay. Derek can be patient. He can tell Stiles is genuinely concerned for the town. But when the deal is truck...

Stiles: Okay, when do we start

Derek, confused: Start with what?

Stiles: I just promised you my firstborn. I don't have one yet. These take like nine months to be done. So we should start

Derek, even more confused: We should start

Derek, appalled: I would never force myself onto anyone--

Stiles, very deliberately looking Derek up and down: No force needed. Well, wouldn't mind a little manhandling

“oh my god,” stiles says, and fumbles to free him instinctively, before he realizes. “wait, wait, don’t go anywhere. i’m coming right back, okay? with like, help, and food.” 

but the dog’s still barely moving, even now. 

just pawing at the edge of the circle around him, and drawing back like he’s been shocked. 

one of those electric pet gates, maybe. but no way those are meant to be used like this, god. there’s barely room to fully turn around, for a dog this size. even just stretching looks like it’d be challenging.

“how does it work, huh?” stiles says, and reaches out, feels for a collar.

the whole time, the dog’s, like, shaking. 

“no collar,” stiles says, for the benefit of no one. “what is it then, like a chip?”

and good luck getting scott’s boss to come and do surgery right now. in the dark, in the ruins of the rumored-to-be haunted hale house. 

yeah, who’d turn down that offer?

okay, plan B. there’s a receiver, right? there’d have to be. underground, to mark the boundary. 

it’s a weirdly perfect-looking circle, now that stiles squints down at it. like, not lopsided at all, for a bunch of dirt that’s been poured out in a ring. and it looks poured, it looks like ashes.

a chill goes all down his spine for a second. 

“that’s not ashes,” stiles says, just to hear his own voice out loud. just to have something else to slightly distract him. “it’s not, and that’s gonna be my defense if i end up needing it. okay! fivefourthreetwo…one, go time.” 

he digs blindly for a couple seconds. dares himself to look back down. 

the circle’s gone. like, there’s not a single trace of it. 

which’ll probably only make digging up the boundary even harder, now that there’s nothing marking the spot on top of it. great job, stiles! 

but when he steps back a few feet, squinting, trying to will the sight of it back into his mind, the dog follows him. 

“that worked?!” stiles says, looking to the spot again, and the dog, who looks better already. like, a million times healthier, somehow. “i guess you just have to disturb it, huh? and that, like, blocks the frequency.” 

it doesn’t really make sense. but whatever, he’ll come back and solve that later. 

or maybe the dog just like, fought through the pain, and crossed it. just to stop stiles getting even more freaked out. 

stiles holds his palm out, lets the dog sniff it appraisingly. only realizing too late that his hands probably smell like dirt right now, maybe with a side of metal. 

the dog’s way ahead of him, anyway, speeding in circles around him, suddenly super-energized. 

Derek: 'I'm fine' Stiles: 🚨🚨🚨 (honestly this goes both ways for these two)

Birthday gift art for @sparassiss who requested Stiles holding Derek after a crappy day, and you know what - a good ol' Stilinski Hug would probably fix him a lil' bit ♡

well well well if it isn't this beauty

Fault Line by @madcapromantic

GUYS I READ THE FIRST TWO CHAPTERS AT WORK AND AM NOW FINALLY HOME IN BED INHALING MORE

THIS IS SO FUCKING GOOD

Eli: How old were you when Peter turned Scott?

Derek: A lot older than you. Stop stalling and go do your homework.

Isaac: How old were you, really?

Stiles: (The only one that knows Derek's actual age after looking through police reports, besides Peter) Dude, this is about to be good. Someone get me some popcorn.

Boyd: Let the kid do his homework.

Erica: (Already texting Stiles and he only gave her a smirk in answer) You know, I think Eli would love to hear about that time we lost him in the woods for three hours.

Derek: (Gritting his teeth together but too tired to even argue) Fine.

Derek: (Rubbing his forehead as they all stare at him and Stiles has an annoying fun glint on his eyes) I was...

Erica: Just spill out, old man.

Derek: I was nineteen.

The whole pack: *silence*

Erica: We should not have been listening to your ass.

Boyd, Stiles, Isaac and Eli: *nodding together*

derek running himself almost feral searching for a stiles that doesn't have control over his new shifter abilities yet, only to find him peacfully napping in some random patch of forest.

cue lots of growling and furious lecturing a la this: