Now I’m here imagining Stiles giving one look at his dad one morning, after a date with Melissa, and groaning pitifully. And Sheriff is all ‘What? What’s it, kiddo?’, and Stiles just makes a face and goes all “I really didn’t need to know that.” And Sheriff is confused, because what look is Stiles even talking about, and Stiles awkwardly gestures (almost knocking a glass in the process) and explains “Y’know, I know. Because you have this… glow. That kinda glow. You know. Of someone who… Y’know. And I didn’t want to know!” And the Sheriff is literally ‘WE ARE SO NOT HAVING THIS TALK. Also there’s no glow, this is bullshit… Right?” And Stiles groans again, and shakes his head, and “Yeah, yeah it might be. But that hickey on your neck is not. It’s a dead giveaway, dad. For god’s sake..” and goes away grumbling about parents and decorum and how he needs therapy now.
YES YES I ADORE THIS.
But can you just imagine poor Scott? With his werewolf senses? He comes downstairs and she’s making coffee, humming happily to herself, and he’s about to say “good morning” when the smell hits him.
It’s not just his mom. It’s his mom and someone else, and it’s strong and familiar and ohgod–
Scott claps a hand over his nose. “You had sex with Sheriff Stilinski!”
Mom whirls around and–oh my God–covers her neck with both hands. “What? How did you–we didn’t–No?”
Good God, he can hear the lie. Scott tries to keep one hand over his nose and block both his ears at the same time. “That’s good!” he says, because he’s proud of his mom, okay? And he likes the sheriff. But he did not need to smell this. Ever. “That’s really good! I’m happy for you. He’s…he’s good to you, right?”
Oh God. Scott just asked his mom about her sex life. He’s going to die.
Mom looks like she’s trying not to laugh at him. “He’s very good to me,” she says, with a smile on her face that Scott hasn’t seen in a long, long time.
He’s about to step forward and hug her when her smile turns mischievous. “Very good. Why, last night, he–”
Scott runs into the doorway in his haste to flee the kitchen and breaks his nose. (It’s healed by the time he gets up the stairs. The images in his mind, however, will take longer to get out.)
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Derek Hale can handle anything. After all, he is
an alpha werewolf and a member of the Supernatural Emergency Containment,
Rehabilitation, and Eradication Taskforce.
Written for Day two of @sterekweek-2018: Vampires! Please enjoy your 2.6k of Vampire!Stiles very, very loosely based on this post.
The howls echo through the trees. Stiles clutches Lydia’s arm more tightly and quickens his stride. They are coming closer.
A triumphant howl rises up as they break through the tree line and Stiles bites his lower lip so hard that it should have bled. If only lack of blood hadn’t been their main issue at the moment. He risks a glance at Lydia next to him and worries at how pale her skin is, translucent almost. Things really are getting desperate.
They only make it a few steps away from the forest before the wolves crest the hill in front of them. There’s four of them but Stiles counted more howls earlier. Lydia is subtly angling herself so that she’s facing partly backwards at least, so she must have noticed the same. Good. They are weakened, dangerously so, but that doesn’t make them easy prey.
It’s something the leader of the pack seems to be aware of, too, snarling at them, but keeping a careful distance and making sure the others stay away, too. Stiles gives them a moment to posture and then he straightens himself to his full height, making sure that the light hits his eyes just so. The largest wolf’s eyes flare red in response and Stiles tilts his head ever so slightly in acknowledgment.
Being able to deal with the alpha directly is a relief at least, even if he isn’t entirely sure who the alpha actually is at the moment. They’ve been on the run for a while, with nothing more but rumours as news and no way to confirm or disprove any of them. There were talks of a fire, of madness and monstrosity, murders and resurrections, a lot of it very over the top and distorted by distance and time. But one thing everyone agreed upon was that the pack was settled again and stronger than ever. So Stiles stands tall and says:
“Alpha Hale, the history between my clan and your pack spans centuries and our agreement goes back almost as long. My sister and I have come to call it in.”
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