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shanachie_quillTitle: This is Mine (part 1 age 5)
Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Talia Hale, Claudia Stilinski
Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV)
Series: This is Mine
Written For: whogeek, irishjeeper
Prompt: This is Mine
Summary: Derek and Stiles through the years starting at age 5.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: none
Warnings: wee!boys
Disclaimer: no one recognizable belongs to me, not making any money off this
Author's Note: So I saw this picture a few days ago This is Mine and just had to do something with it. This is going to have about 4 chapters, but I’m not sure when the other 3 are going to be written. Just thought I’d get the first one up.
Derek looked up from the blocks he’d been examining as yet another student entered the room. The boy held tightly to the hand of a woman who had to be his mother, but he looked around the room with interest, clearly not at all anxious about being there. He shook his hand free after a moment and headed directly for Derek, tripping on thin air about halfway there.
Derek tried not to face-palm physically but he couldn’t help doing it mentally as the other boy reached him, smiling broadly. “Hi! I’m Stiles.”
Opening his mouth and inhaling to answer Stiles (and what kind of name was Stiles?), Derek was caught by a scent that he couldn’t place. He’d never smelled anything like it, it wasn’t pack but it almost-could-be-might-be-maybe pack. Derek couldn’t tell precisely what it was, but it smelled good and Derek wanted more of it. Stiles was still staring at him and he managed to reply, “Derek.”
“Not real talkative? That’s okay. I’ll talk enough for both of us.” Stiles plopped down in front of him. “What’cha doing with the blocks?”
“Nothing.” When Stiles just stared at him, Derek added, “Testing them.”
“Testing them? For what?” Stiles picked up one of the blocks, feeling it. “Deeereek. Did you bite the block?” His amber eyes lit up. “Wait. Are you a…” He leaned in close to Derek, letting the dark haired boy get a stronger whiff of whatever scent was so enticing. “Are you a werewolf?”
Derek glared at him. “It’s rude to ask that.”
Stiles reached out, tweaking his nose, and watching Derek go cross-eyed as he tried to follow Stiles’s fingers. “Oh don’t be such a sourwolf. I think it’s awesome!”
Derek rolled his eyes and rubbed Stiles’s head, handing him another block. Stiles grinned in response, leaning into him.
Talia frowned as her youngest cub walked slowly out of school, not quite dragging his feet, but clearly not eager to leave. “What’s wrong, pup?” she asked when he finally reached her. “Did something happen?”
“I’m fine, Mom,” he answered. “Can we go home?”
She ran a hand through his dark hair. “I know you aren’t the most cheerful pup, but even you don’t drag your feet like this. What’s wrong?”
“What does it mean when someone almost smells like pack, but isn’t?” he asked.
Talia swept him up into a hug, rubbing her cheek against his. “It means this person will probably be someone very important to you. Where did you meet your friend?”
“He’s in my class. His name is Stiles.”
“Well, I’m glad you made a friend on your first day,” Talia said, setting him back down. “You’ll have to introduce me.”
“He didn’t give me much choice,” Derek explained.
Talia hid a smile at the exasperation and admiration in Derek’s tone. “That might have been a good thing, pup,” she told him.
Derek was waiting by the door when Stiles got to the classroom the next morning. “Hey,” the brunette said with a grin. “You. Are you waiting for me?” Derek nodded, wrapping his hand around Stiles’s wrist and tugging him into the classroom. “Hey, easy, wolf boy, that does tug off. I’m coming with you.”
Derek rolled his eyes in response, but eased up. He didn’t want to actually hurt Stiles.
Stiles grinned when he realized what Derek was doing. “Good wolf.”
“I’m not a dog.”
“I know. You’re my wolf.”
Derek sighed in response, not really sure how to argue with that.
Stiles held his hands up as the first graders surrounded him. “Ya know we can talk about…”
A black shape burst into the middle of the group, teeth bared as he faced off against the group. He let out a sound that was barely more than a squeak before swallowing and letting out a much more respectable growl.
“Ha!” Stiles crowed. “Meet my werewolf! You get ‘em, Derek!”
Derek looked over his shoulder at him as if to tell him to shut up, then turned back to the boys, growling again and advancing slowly towards them. The boys kept up a menacing front for a moment, but in the face of an angry wolf; soon ran away.
Stiles threw his arms around Derek when the boys had vanished. “My wolf!” he declared. Straightening up, he added, “But you know I can take care of myself.”
Derek glared at him, clearly of a different opinion.
Stiles sat back, looking him over. “I can’t believe you’re an actual wolf. Oh my god. Look at you. Am I allowed to pet you? Oh wait. You can’t actually talk. And you’re naked, aren’t you?” He slapped a hand over his face. “I shouldn’t have said that. But where are your clothes?”
Derek nudged him, knocking Stiles down until he was sitting on the rubberized matting of the playground. He lay down next to the human boy and looked up at him.
“Does that mean I can pet you? Cause I really wanna pet you.” Stiles sunk his hand into Derek’s fur. “It’s so soft,” he breathed.
Stiles kept rubbing and running his hands along Derek’s fur until he hit that spot; the one that always made Derek slip into a puddle of goo. He felt his whole body go limp and he slipped sideways, falling into the young boy, and knocking them both over.
Derek almost immediately scrambled to his feet, concerned he had injured Stiles, but a peal of laughter reassured him. He nudged against Stiles as the younger boy wiggled his way to his feet, brushing the rubber from his hair. “Come on, let’s go find the teacher and some clothes for you. Cause you really are naked, aren’t you?”
Derek and Stiles sat on the chairs in front of the teacher’s desk, waiting for their mothers to get there. Whenever a pup lost control in public, if no one was injured, his mother or alpha was called in to deal with the consequences. In Derek’s case, Talia filled both positions. Since Stiles was involved in the incident that caused Derek to lose control, his mother had also been called in.
Claudia Stilinski was the first one through the door, sweeping Stiles off the chair and into a hug. “Are you all right, baby?” she demanded.
Stiles wiggled out of her grasp, rolling his eyes. “I’m fine, Mom. Derek wouldn’t hurt me. He was protecting me.”
She turned to the dark haired boy who was intently studying the floor. “Derek? Thank you.”
Before Derek could reply, Talia stalked into the room, taking in the scene in a glance. She immediately zeroed in on her son; her eyes flashing red as she demanded, “What happened?”
“He was protecting me!” Stiles immediately blurted out. “He stopped these bullies from beating me up. It wasn’t. He didn’t mean to. I’m sure he wouldn’t have. If he’d thought.”
Claudia put a hand on her son’s shoulder. “Stiles. Breathe.”
Stiles gulped in air, looking at his mom. “But, Mom.”
“It’s okay, sweetie,” she told him. “I think we understand.”
Talia nodded. “That explains why Derek shifted. “ Turning her attention to the teacher, she continued, “Derek has identified Stiles as pack and will do almost anything to protect him. You may have noticed him touching Stiles a lot. In addition some… initial loss of control is not unheard of in these situations. In fact, it’s actually a good sign that Derek was in control enough to not injure the other boys and to shift back.”
“Stiles helped,” Derek mumbled.
“That doesn’t surprise me,” Talia said.
“So what you’re saying,” the teacher started. “Is I have more of these incidents to look forward to?”
“If the other boys leave Stiles alone probably not,” Talia told her. “And I’ll do some work with Derek at home to help him control it. It will probably not stop him from trying to protect Stiles though.”
Stiles shoved the werewolf, barely rocking him in his seat. “I can take care of myself,” he told him.
“You can’t even walk straight some days,” Derek told him.
“Just cause my head goes faster than my feet… it’s not a bad thing,” Stiles replied.
“Boys,” Talia warned.
“Sorry, Mom.”
“Sorry, Mrs. Hale.”
Talia reached out, running a hand through first Derek’s hair and then Stiles’s. Stiles looked confused, but submitted to the caress. “Are we done here?” she asked the teacher.
“I think so,” the teacher agreed.
“Good.” Talia got to her feet. “Derek?” She turned to Claudia. “Would you like to get a cup of coffee? The boys can play and maybe we can discuss what we’re going to do about Derek’s overprotectiveness.”
Claudia nodded. “I’d like that. Thank you.”
The two women got coffee at a local shop and settled at the near-by park, letting the boys run loose on the playground. Talia examined Claudia for a moment after they were settled. She didn’t look like a woman prone to hysterics, but one could never tell. “Has Stiles mentioned Derek at all?” she asked.
Claudia smiled. “Stiles hasn’t talked about anyone other than Derek at home,” she answered. “It’s Derek this and Derek that. The only thing he talks as much about is his academics. My son is extremely taken with yours.”
“Mine is the same. And I have a feeling it will only become more so. It’s not very often that a wolf finds someone from the outside that seems like pack to them. And Derek told me on the first day that Stiles was pack/not pack.”
“What does that mean?” Claudia questioned.
“It could mean a few things. It could be that Stiles is a friend of the pack. It could be that he’ll be a pack ally when he gets older. It could also mean that he’ll be someone very important to Derek.”
“Very important? Does that mean Derek’s mate? That’s what it means doesn’t it?” Claudia asked.
“Don’t. Claudia, that’s not something you should think about. The boys are very young. It’s possible it’s nothing more than friendship.”
Claudia looked across the playground to where Stiles was standing on the very top of the slide tower, Derek carefully watching to be sure he didn’t tumble off the top. “But you don’t think so.”
“I don’t know,” Talia admitted.
“It wouldn’t be such a bad thing,” Claudia said. “You know I wasn’t much older than the boys when I met John for the first time. I’m not sure I have any room to complain.”
Talia smiled. “Nothing’s going to happen for years. But look at it this way. Stiles will always have a protector in Derek.”
“Yes, he will.”
Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Talia Hale, Claudia Stilinski
Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV)
Series: This is Mine
Written For: whogeek, irishjeeper
Prompt: This is Mine
Summary: Derek and Stiles through the years starting at age 5.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: none
Warnings: wee!boys
Disclaimer: no one recognizable belongs to me, not making any money off this
Author's Note: So I saw this picture a few days ago This is Mine and just had to do something with it. This is going to have about 4 chapters, but I’m not sure when the other 3 are going to be written. Just thought I’d get the first one up.
Derek looked up from the blocks he’d been examining as yet another student entered the room. The boy held tightly to the hand of a woman who had to be his mother, but he looked around the room with interest, clearly not at all anxious about being there. He shook his hand free after a moment and headed directly for Derek, tripping on thin air about halfway there.
Derek tried not to face-palm physically but he couldn’t help doing it mentally as the other boy reached him, smiling broadly. “Hi! I’m Stiles.”
Opening his mouth and inhaling to answer Stiles (and what kind of name was Stiles?), Derek was caught by a scent that he couldn’t place. He’d never smelled anything like it, it wasn’t pack but it almost-could-be-might-be-maybe pack. Derek couldn’t tell precisely what it was, but it smelled good and Derek wanted more of it. Stiles was still staring at him and he managed to reply, “Derek.”
“Not real talkative? That’s okay. I’ll talk enough for both of us.” Stiles plopped down in front of him. “What’cha doing with the blocks?”
“Nothing.” When Stiles just stared at him, Derek added, “Testing them.”
“Testing them? For what?” Stiles picked up one of the blocks, feeling it. “Deeereek. Did you bite the block?” His amber eyes lit up. “Wait. Are you a…” He leaned in close to Derek, letting the dark haired boy get a stronger whiff of whatever scent was so enticing. “Are you a werewolf?”
Derek glared at him. “It’s rude to ask that.”
Stiles reached out, tweaking his nose, and watching Derek go cross-eyed as he tried to follow Stiles’s fingers. “Oh don’t be such a sourwolf. I think it’s awesome!”
Derek rolled his eyes and rubbed Stiles’s head, handing him another block. Stiles grinned in response, leaning into him.
Talia frowned as her youngest cub walked slowly out of school, not quite dragging his feet, but clearly not eager to leave. “What’s wrong, pup?” she asked when he finally reached her. “Did something happen?”
“I’m fine, Mom,” he answered. “Can we go home?”
She ran a hand through his dark hair. “I know you aren’t the most cheerful pup, but even you don’t drag your feet like this. What’s wrong?”
“What does it mean when someone almost smells like pack, but isn’t?” he asked.
Talia swept him up into a hug, rubbing her cheek against his. “It means this person will probably be someone very important to you. Where did you meet your friend?”
“He’s in my class. His name is Stiles.”
“Well, I’m glad you made a friend on your first day,” Talia said, setting him back down. “You’ll have to introduce me.”
“He didn’t give me much choice,” Derek explained.
Talia hid a smile at the exasperation and admiration in Derek’s tone. “That might have been a good thing, pup,” she told him.
Derek was waiting by the door when Stiles got to the classroom the next morning. “Hey,” the brunette said with a grin. “You. Are you waiting for me?” Derek nodded, wrapping his hand around Stiles’s wrist and tugging him into the classroom. “Hey, easy, wolf boy, that does tug off. I’m coming with you.”
Derek rolled his eyes in response, but eased up. He didn’t want to actually hurt Stiles.
Stiles grinned when he realized what Derek was doing. “Good wolf.”
“I’m not a dog.”
“I know. You’re my wolf.”
Derek sighed in response, not really sure how to argue with that.
Stiles held his hands up as the first graders surrounded him. “Ya know we can talk about…”
A black shape burst into the middle of the group, teeth bared as he faced off against the group. He let out a sound that was barely more than a squeak before swallowing and letting out a much more respectable growl.
“Ha!” Stiles crowed. “Meet my werewolf! You get ‘em, Derek!”
Derek looked over his shoulder at him as if to tell him to shut up, then turned back to the boys, growling again and advancing slowly towards them. The boys kept up a menacing front for a moment, but in the face of an angry wolf; soon ran away.
Stiles threw his arms around Derek when the boys had vanished. “My wolf!” he declared. Straightening up, he added, “But you know I can take care of myself.”
Derek glared at him, clearly of a different opinion.
Stiles sat back, looking him over. “I can’t believe you’re an actual wolf. Oh my god. Look at you. Am I allowed to pet you? Oh wait. You can’t actually talk. And you’re naked, aren’t you?” He slapped a hand over his face. “I shouldn’t have said that. But where are your clothes?”
Derek nudged him, knocking Stiles down until he was sitting on the rubberized matting of the playground. He lay down next to the human boy and looked up at him.
“Does that mean I can pet you? Cause I really wanna pet you.” Stiles sunk his hand into Derek’s fur. “It’s so soft,” he breathed.
Stiles kept rubbing and running his hands along Derek’s fur until he hit that spot; the one that always made Derek slip into a puddle of goo. He felt his whole body go limp and he slipped sideways, falling into the young boy, and knocking them both over.
Derek almost immediately scrambled to his feet, concerned he had injured Stiles, but a peal of laughter reassured him. He nudged against Stiles as the younger boy wiggled his way to his feet, brushing the rubber from his hair. “Come on, let’s go find the teacher and some clothes for you. Cause you really are naked, aren’t you?”
Derek and Stiles sat on the chairs in front of the teacher’s desk, waiting for their mothers to get there. Whenever a pup lost control in public, if no one was injured, his mother or alpha was called in to deal with the consequences. In Derek’s case, Talia filled both positions. Since Stiles was involved in the incident that caused Derek to lose control, his mother had also been called in.
Claudia Stilinski was the first one through the door, sweeping Stiles off the chair and into a hug. “Are you all right, baby?” she demanded.
Stiles wiggled out of her grasp, rolling his eyes. “I’m fine, Mom. Derek wouldn’t hurt me. He was protecting me.”
She turned to the dark haired boy who was intently studying the floor. “Derek? Thank you.”
Before Derek could reply, Talia stalked into the room, taking in the scene in a glance. She immediately zeroed in on her son; her eyes flashing red as she demanded, “What happened?”
“He was protecting me!” Stiles immediately blurted out. “He stopped these bullies from beating me up. It wasn’t. He didn’t mean to. I’m sure he wouldn’t have. If he’d thought.”
Claudia put a hand on her son’s shoulder. “Stiles. Breathe.”
Stiles gulped in air, looking at his mom. “But, Mom.”
“It’s okay, sweetie,” she told him. “I think we understand.”
Talia nodded. “That explains why Derek shifted. “ Turning her attention to the teacher, she continued, “Derek has identified Stiles as pack and will do almost anything to protect him. You may have noticed him touching Stiles a lot. In addition some… initial loss of control is not unheard of in these situations. In fact, it’s actually a good sign that Derek was in control enough to not injure the other boys and to shift back.”
“Stiles helped,” Derek mumbled.
“That doesn’t surprise me,” Talia said.
“So what you’re saying,” the teacher started. “Is I have more of these incidents to look forward to?”
“If the other boys leave Stiles alone probably not,” Talia told her. “And I’ll do some work with Derek at home to help him control it. It will probably not stop him from trying to protect Stiles though.”
Stiles shoved the werewolf, barely rocking him in his seat. “I can take care of myself,” he told him.
“You can’t even walk straight some days,” Derek told him.
“Just cause my head goes faster than my feet… it’s not a bad thing,” Stiles replied.
“Boys,” Talia warned.
“Sorry, Mom.”
“Sorry, Mrs. Hale.”
Talia reached out, running a hand through first Derek’s hair and then Stiles’s. Stiles looked confused, but submitted to the caress. “Are we done here?” she asked the teacher.
“I think so,” the teacher agreed.
“Good.” Talia got to her feet. “Derek?” She turned to Claudia. “Would you like to get a cup of coffee? The boys can play and maybe we can discuss what we’re going to do about Derek’s overprotectiveness.”
Claudia nodded. “I’d like that. Thank you.”
The two women got coffee at a local shop and settled at the near-by park, letting the boys run loose on the playground. Talia examined Claudia for a moment after they were settled. She didn’t look like a woman prone to hysterics, but one could never tell. “Has Stiles mentioned Derek at all?” she asked.
Claudia smiled. “Stiles hasn’t talked about anyone other than Derek at home,” she answered. “It’s Derek this and Derek that. The only thing he talks as much about is his academics. My son is extremely taken with yours.”
“Mine is the same. And I have a feeling it will only become more so. It’s not very often that a wolf finds someone from the outside that seems like pack to them. And Derek told me on the first day that Stiles was pack/not pack.”
“What does that mean?” Claudia questioned.
“It could mean a few things. It could be that Stiles is a friend of the pack. It could be that he’ll be a pack ally when he gets older. It could also mean that he’ll be someone very important to Derek.”
“Very important? Does that mean Derek’s mate? That’s what it means doesn’t it?” Claudia asked.
“Don’t. Claudia, that’s not something you should think about. The boys are very young. It’s possible it’s nothing more than friendship.”
Claudia looked across the playground to where Stiles was standing on the very top of the slide tower, Derek carefully watching to be sure he didn’t tumble off the top. “But you don’t think so.”
“I don’t know,” Talia admitted.
“It wouldn’t be such a bad thing,” Claudia said. “You know I wasn’t much older than the boys when I met John for the first time. I’m not sure I have any room to complain.”
Talia smiled. “Nothing’s going to happen for years. But look at it this way. Stiles will always have a protector in Derek.”
“Yes, he will.”
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