@imagine-sterek sorry for yet another long rant but this idea is just so cute I couldn’t help myself!
Imagine Derek being a single dad with twin daughters and him going to all the dance recitals and school award ceremonies and letting them paint his nails and braid his hair and being such a pro at tea parties he might as hell have a PhD on it and the other deputies tease him for it (except the sheriff cuz he knows what its like with kids, he came dressed up as batman on take your child to work day for 4 years cuz Stiles swore up & down his dad was a superhero) but then one day Derek gets called to work on his day off due to being understaffed and he arrives at the station with two 6 year old girls, one on his shoulders and the other clinging to his leg as he walks, both of them giggling about. Derek has a million rainbow colored clips on his hair, blue nail polish (cuz blue is pretty), and the deadliest glare on earth.
He knows he’ll never live this down but if anyone dares to say one word about his attire in front of his baby girls Derek is going to fucking eat them cuz his babies worked really hard on his makeover and he isn’t going to take it off and make them sad simply because he’s afraid of being teased. They can laugh and point all they want any other day but not in front of his girls, he’ll beat them to a pulp if they so much as snicker in front his princesses. He wasn’t able to get a babysitter on time so his coworkers are just gonna have to keep their comments to themselves if they want to stay in one piece.
So there he is working on a Saturday afternoon with his two 6 year olds coloring on the other side of his desk when someone speaks.
“Love your hair, man.”
Derek is about to rip this guy to shreds when he looks up to see the most beautiful man he has ever seen staring back at him with a cheeky smile on his face.
Then the beautiful man starts talking to his princesses and asking if they can make him look as pretty as Derek and his little girls go nuts! They’re instantly on top of the gorgeous boy with their little hands working lightning fast to braid his brown locks and make him ‘prettier than than the prettiest princess’ and the guy is laughing and chatting away with the girls and Derek is sure this is what being in love feels like.
Warning! no update since 2013, so don’t start reading it if you want the end (though chrysthebadwolf said in their tags that you can “read up until chapter 15, it won’t leave you hanging” and I totally agree (but you’ll miss some nsfw…).
I’d like to thank Rachel for not giving up on this project and writing an epic story with such a unique atmosphere… And I’d like to thank Mai not only for her beautiful art but also for her guidance and organization 😉
Thank you girls! ♥ Hope everbody likes our collab!
NOW GO READ THE FIC PEOPLE – IT’S A PERFECT SUMMER STORY! 😀
After the death of his family Derek has to learn to overcome grief and prepare to take over as King of Beacon. His only tools are a letter his mother left him, a book with the Hale family history, and a spark.
High School AU where notorious badboy Derek Hale won a bet against Debate Team Captain Stiles Stilinski wherein Derek gets to take – extremely suspicious – Stiles out on a date (Stiles is convinced it’s a convoluted payback for the one time when Stiles corrected his literary analogy at length in front of a group of Derek’s weird, dark-clothes-wearing possible-vampire-posse or maybe that time in kindergarten he pantsed Derek’s little sister Cora on the jungle gym – but she kicked him in the face after so he’s already suffered for that one). So Derek picks Stiles up in his ridiculous gas-guzzler and proceeds to listen to the most hipster of hipster music that is mostly people blowing whistles and putting up shelves or something, and alluding to the fact that he’s such a badass and he’s too good for things like studying and sports (somehow forgetting Stiles’ best friend is captain of the lacrosse team and he never misses a game) and it’s a complete disaster date and Stiles is literally willing it to end (and truth be told, so is Derek because Stiles is impossible to hold a conversation with) until the car breaks down outside the library where Agnes is being let out by security for the night. The old librarian perks up at the sight of Derek, asking him if he’s picked a book yet for the senior’s read-along and proceeds to tell Stiles how all the guys and gals down at the old folks’ home look forward to his friend Derek’s book group and the weekly updates on that girl he likes… and Stiles wants to laugh, he really, really does, except he’s super, super interested in this side of Badass Derek Hale, and kind of oddly devastated that Derek has a crush on someone. That his date was clearly some stupid prank thing and not some weird courting ritual by Derek’s weird, leather-wearing kind and, yeah, he’d really like to go home now
(spoiler: Derek was never gender-specific about his crush, just mentioned gorgeous eyes and pale skin and dark hair and beauty-marks – Agnes just assumed.)
“So,” Stiles coughs. Waves at his house. “This is me.”
Derek huffs, “I know.”
It’s awkward. It’s so, so awkward.
“Thanks for,“ nothing. ”Taking me out, and whatever,” Stiles mumbles, because it might’ve been the worst date of his life (not that he’s gone on many) but his parents brought him up right. Plus the whole Derek has a crush thing was making him pissy.
There’s another long pause. They’ve been having a lot of those.
“Oka-”
“It was-”
Stiles ducks his head. “You go,” he tells Derek, and he can hear the older boy audibly swallow.
“It was my pleasure.”
His voice is sincere, and Stiles has to do a double take. “It was?” he blurts, without really thinking. He winces. “Never mind.”
He’s turning to get to the handle of the door when a warm weight settles on his shoulder.
“It was,” Derek confirms, his eyes darting across Stiles’ face, like he’s searching for something. Whatever it is, he mustn’t have found it, because the small smile drops off his face, and when did Derek start smiling, and his hand slides off Stiles’ body. “Good night.”
Stiles is strangely disappointed.
“G’night, I suppose,” he sighs, reaching for the handle once more. “Good luck with your crush and stuff.”
“What?”
The surprise in Derek’s voice is evident.
“Your crush?” Stiles repeats. Good lord, at this rate he’ll miss curfew even though Derek’s dropping him off a good two hours beforehand. “The librarian lady said you had a crush?”
“Oh.” Derek’s ears are flushing a soft pink color, and Stiles is suddenly struck with the need to curl his hands around Derek’s jaw, his fingers brushing the soft hairs on Derek’s nape. “I don’t think it’ll work out.”
“Oh,” Stiles deflates, “Why not?”
“He didn’t seem interested,” Derek says quietly. He licks his lips and peers out from underneath his lashes, before adding, “Tonight.”
“Him?” Stiles is gobsmacked. “It’s a him?”
Derek gives a shy nod.
“You saw him tonight?” Derek nods again, and Stiles groans. “Dude, you saw him tonight and you stayed with me? Was it at the restaurant? He probably thinks we’re dating, you could’ve just left me, I wouldn’t have minded.“ Stiles is babbling, now, and when he finally looks at Derek, the older boy is staring at him with an weird look on his face. “What?”
“I…”
“Spit it out,” Stiles rolls his eyes. “What is it?”
“The guy,” Derek says haltingly, his cheeks heating up with every word. Stiles tries (and fails) to convince himself it isn’t adorable. Because it is. Oh dear lord, it is so adorable. “I took him out. Tonight,” Derek finishes, before looking away like it pains him.
“Wha…” Stiles trails off, before realization dawns on him. His jaw drops. “Me?”
“Don’t sound so surprised,” Derek says, offended.
“I’m allowed to!” Stiles protests, his hands dropping from the door handle, which he apparently had been gripping the whole time, because now his nerves are prickling as blood rushes back to his fingers. “You mean, this was a real date?”
Derek looks horrified. “Did you… did you think it wasn’t?”
“Dude, I thought this was a prank!” Stiles half-shouts, his eyes wide. “A terrible one, because you didn’t even do anything-“
“I didn’t want to,” Derek interrupts hotly.
“But a prank nevertheless,” Stiles finishes, ignoring Derek’s outburst. “I mean, why would you even be into me?”
“You’re not seriously asking that question,” Derek’s mouth has thinned into a stern line and Stiles shrugs a little self-deprecatingly. “You’re smart, and you’re mouthy and you argue with me all the goddamn time,” Derek shakes his head, though there is a fond curl to his mouth that has butterflies fluttering in Stiles’ stomach. “You’re gorgeous,” he looks on murderously when Stiles’ opens his mouth to protest. “And you’re the only person who doesn’t take my shit, ever.”
“Well,” Stiles is reeling from the slew of information that had just been dumped on him. “When you put it that way, I am pretty awesome,” he settles for a weak joke, chuckling nervously.
And when Derek says, “You are,” in that fierce, determined voice of his, Stiles can’t hide the way his whole body shivers. It makes Derek’s eyes go dark, and Stiles can’t help the way his eyes are drawn to Derek’s mouth when he licks his lips. Stiles is only human, after all.
“We can…” Derek pauses, and Stiles waits with bated breath. “Can we try again?”
A smile blooms across Stiles’ face.
“I have an hour and a half before curfew,” he offers hesitantly, and Derek looks happier than he has in all the time Stiles has known him. “Wanna go get some milkshakes? We can share one, it’ll be cute,” he coaxes, even though he knows there’s no way in hell Derek will say no. He’s proven right when Derek nods and starts the car, but only after he brushes his knuckles ever so gently across Stiles’ cheekbone and shooting him a small, private smile.
It’s intimate and sweet, and it sends a bolt of excitement down Stiles’ spine. He could get used to the feeling.
Between her dad, Scott, Lydia, and Isaac rushing back from France, everyone had been a little…intense about her safety, to a stifling degree. She wasn’t holding it against them, it’d only been two weeks since she mysteriously rose from the dead, but she was getting a little stir crazy, and she needed to have a conversation with someone who didn’t look at her with reverence, almost a religious awe as if she was a miracle on earth. She just wanted someone who wouldn’t drop everything they were doing whenever she called, as weird as that seemed.
It was uncomfortable being everyone’s number one priority. It felt like they thought she would disappear if they asked her to wait an hour while they finished up whatever they were in the middle of—like this was only temporary and she could drop dead at any second so they had to see her as much as possible while they still could. The time Lydia assured her she was totally free and then showed up with a half-finished manicure really sealed the deal, so…sneaking out in the dead of night to be alone became a thing.
Sneaking out of the apartment in her socks and putting her shoes on in the hallway like she was back in high school or something—not that she actually graduated.
But as humiliating as it was, she would do whatever it took to get some time to herself, with total strangers who didn’t know anything about her. She was determined to find a pocket of normalcy somewhere in Beacon Hills…which is how she got the opposite of that and happened upon Stiles.
She was turning right onto a near deserted Main Street at almost three in the morning on a Tuesday, and he was just right there in the front window of the only 24 hour coffee shop on their side of town. Like that was a totally normal place to be.
She never would have sought him out like this before—well, before, but he’d kept his distance since she “came back from France” and she missed him. He’d always been good at distracting her, blowing through one topic to the next too fast for her to linger on her own thoughts for long, and these days she had a lot of thoughts to linger on, most of them bad. She could use some distracting.
(And while Scott insisted that the Nogitsune really was gone and had been for a year, she wanted to see for herself. To her, it was all less than a month ago, a demon using Stiles’ body to massacre innocent people, and in the very few brief moments she’d spent with Stiles, she couldn’t help but notice a hardness to his gaze that wasn’t there before.
(though chrysthebadwolf said in their tags that you can “read up until chapter 15, it won’t leave you hanging” and I totally agree (but you’ll miss some nsfw…).
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