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Robert Hale falls in love with Talia Nat’aanii in an Elm tree.

John Stilinski falls in love with Claudia Gòrski in a walnut tree.

Twenty-seven years later, their kids come to the same conclusion under the same circumstances, while pointing out the same constellations.

Home and Raising Home.

daslebenistgut  asked:

For Halloween sterek, could you maybe do an au with Derek making homemade cider and it's his mom's recipe or something so he makes it every year and Stiles lives in the same building as him and he comes home from a college costume party and he's drunk so he just walks into Derek's apartment because the cider smells so good and Derek turns around and suddenly there's just a guy dressed up as Batman or something and idk maybe drunk cuddles end up happening?

I fucking love apple cider, so I really loved writing this, even though it took months (on ao3!)

When Derek turned twenty six his mother finally gave him the recipe for her famous apple cider.

It had been a tradition in the Hale household since long before he’d even been born, one every member of the family eagerly looked forward to each year. On the first day of fall in mid-September, without fail, after they offered Mabon prayers and shared blessings around a bonfire in the middle of the preserve, his mother would head straight to the kitchen to start making apple cider, her way of ushering in the new season.

When he was old enough, around six years old, she let him help, his siblings never having any interest whatsoever in helping out in the kitchen, too busy rough-housing with each other or watching football with their father and uncle Peter. But Derek was always eager to help, dubbed a mama’s boy at a young age by both family and friends.

His mother would always smile indulgently, happy to have a little helper, and pull over a footstool for him when he politely asked if he could help in the kitchen, peering up over the edge of the countertop at whatever she was doing at the moment. So every year on the first day of fall she’d help him up onto the footstool or lift him onto the counter and let him measure out the sugar and cloves, count out the sticks of cinnamon to add to the slow cooker.

Once he was older, and no longer needed a footstool, his mother would have him slice and core the apples while she peeled the oranges, both of them talking about their week and upcoming activities, classic rock on the radio. Throughout middle school and high school, Derek would rant and rave about the basketball tryouts in late November and his mother would nod and hum in acknowledgement, offering a few kind words about how well he’d do and occasionally asking about his classes or how his friends were.

And every year she’d have him turn around, rolling his eyes like a typical teenager, when she added the secret ingredient, only giving him the okay to look again when she’d placed the lid back on the slow cooker. She’d smile brightly at him as she set the slow cooker on low to simmer for several hours, wrapping her arm around his shoulders and leading him into the living room to sit with the rest of the family.

The entire house had smelt of cinnamon and apples for weeks after just one batch of her cider, welcoming fall with the scents of the season. It was the scent of his childhood, hours spent lounging around basking in the aroma while his siblings tried to sniff out the secret ingredient.

He’d never actually tried to seriously figure out what the secret ingredient was himself, save for the times when he was younger and always tried to steal a peek from between his fingers. He’d simply chalked it up to his mother’s many quirks and carried on, shrugging and figuring he’d find out eventually when she felt it right to finally reveal the secret ingredient.

It happened to be on his twenty sixth birthday, when he’d been back in California to visit his family, taking a few vacation days to fly back to Beacon Hills and spend his birthday with all his loved ones. Early on the morning of his birthday, just as the sun was rising up over the horizon, he’d walked downstairs into the kitchen to make a pot of coffee before going for a run through the preserve, only to find his mother sitting on the counter with a book in her lap.

She’d pulled him into a tight hug with watery eyes, whispering happy birthday and telling him how proud she was of him. He’d had to hold back tears of his own as she handed him the leather bound book which, upon further inspection, he found was a handwritten copy of all mother’s most safeguarded recipes.

The rest of their family had found them like that a few hours later, holding each other tight and crying into each other’s shoulders, any thoughts of coffee and running completely forgotten. Laura had teased him for the rest of his visit about him being a giant sap, only stopping when Derek threatened to withhold apple cider from her the next time she stopped by his loft in New York, their mother rolling her eyes fondly as they bickered like the children they’d always be to her.

He boarded his flight back to the Big Apple a week later feeling more like an adult than since he’d gotten his driver’s license, since he’d gotten his PhD early, since he’d bought his loft in Brooklyn and started teaching at Columbia.

So, there he was at ten p.m. on Halloween night finishing his third batch of apple cider since he’d been given the recipe, singing along off-key to the Queen song he had playing on his phone, a batch of white chocolate caramel cookies baking in the oven. He was straining the cider through a fine mesh sieve, his cat, a calico aptly named Autumn, watching him from her spot on the kitchen floor, stretching lazily as she swished her tail.

Tossing the drained apple mash into the trashcan, Derek moved to strain the cider again to make sure there weren’t any solids left behind. He paused when he heard Autumn meow, the lilting trill she used by way of greeting, turning on his heel to see what had elicited her loud mewl, the words of Somebody To Love dying in his throat when he saw someone standing in his living room.

He tightened his grip on the metal handle of the sieve, ready to bash the intruder over the head. But it wasn’t just anybody standing in his living room—it was Batman. Well, someone dressed as Batman, anyway. It was Halloween, after all.

The mystery man’s identity didn’t remain a mystery for long as he yanked off his cowl and asked in a slurred whisper, “S'at apple cider?”

Derek nodded silently, completely flabbergasted, eyebrows furrowing as he took in the sight of the intruder, immediately recognizing him without the obstructive mask. It was his neighbor Stiles, an undergraduate at Columbia who lived across the hall and always said hi in the hallway and hummed loudly in the elevator every morning and had an overabundance of male guests that Derek’s jealousy couldn’t handle.

They’d talked a few times in the year Stiles had been living in the same apartment building, at the mailboxes and in the elevator, occasionally running into each other on campus, even hanging out with mutual friends to watch baseball a couple times. But they were nowhere near close enough to just come barging into each other’s apartments uninvited and unannounced, let alone barging in dressed like DC characters.

Not that Derek would ever kick Stiles out of his apartment, Batman costume or not. He’d been harboring a crush on Stiles for an embarrassingly long time, falling head over heels for him the moment he’d overheard him ranting to his friend about how rampant bisexual erasure in history was, citing a disclaimer in his history textbook which essentially no homo’d Chopin’s letters to Titus before switching to fluent Polish and reciting a snippet of one of said letters.

That had been almost a year ago and he still got butterflies whenever he saw Stiles in the hallway or shared an elevator with him, blushing like a little schoolboy whenever Stiles waved at him or asked him how his day was going. He’d actually run into a wall once, distracted by the way Stiles’ entire face lit up when he smiled, not paying attention to where he was walking and smacking face first into the wall, his nearby students dissolving into hysterical laughter.

Derek had nearly had a heart attack when Stiles first met Autumn, sinking down to his knees in a move that made Derek’s gut twist with arousal. He’d scratched under her chin and raved about how gorgeous she was, claiming he adored cats, always greeting Autumn with a smile and a coo about her adorableness whenever he saw her after that.

Every morning, Derek looked forward to passing Stiles on the stairwell or seeing a glimpse of him at school, feeling like a lovesick puppy. And now Stiles was standing there in his living room dressed like Batman.

Derek had a dream like this once — it had quickly become R-rated. He swallowed thickly at the memory, reflexively licking his lips.

“Uh, yeah,” he managed to croak out, glancing back at the slow cooker, wondering what about apple cider was so intriguing. His eyes widened when he turned back to Stiles to find him crying softly, hands clenched into fists at his sides.

Derek tossed the sieve into the sink with a clatter as he rushed over to Stiles, stepping over Autumn who let out a plaintive cry as he did. He gently held Stiles by his upper arms, frantically looking him over for any injuries, for anything that could have elicited his tears, urgently asking, “Are you okay? Are you hurt? What’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry,” Stiles sniffled quietly, his soft voice a far cry from his typical loud, endearingly brash, confident demeanor, the sound breaking Derek’s heart. Stiles raised a hand to wipe his wet eyes, bottom lip wobbling as he tried to hold back more tears. "It’s just… My mom used to make homemade apple cider and I smelled it, and it smells so good, and it just reminded me of her so much and I really miss her and your door was unlocked… And I’m really drunk and…I’m sorry.”

“Hey, hey,” Derek soothed softly, rubbing his hands up and down Stiles’ arms, squeezing his shoulders reassuringly. “It’s okay, it’s alright. I know. Here–” he turned Stiles by his shoulders and led him towards the couch, gesturing for him to sit “–just sit down and relax. I’ll finish the cider and pour you a glass, okay?”

Stiles sniffed as he sunk back into Derek’s couch, relaxing into the comfortable cushions. He lifted his head to look up at Derek. “R-Really?”

“Yeah, really,” Derek confirmed, grinning warmly as he ran a hand through Stiles’ sweaty, disheveled hair, stroking his thumb over his cheek. “Just sit here and relax. I’ll be right back.”

“Okay,” Stiles mumbled, voice thick and gravelly as he hastily wiped his eyes, looking up at Derek with wide, trusting doe eyes. He licked his lips, sniffling miserably, “Okay.”

Derek grabbed the blanket he kept draped over the back of the couch and laid it over Stiles’ lap in case he got cold, tucking it around his hips before jogging the short distance back to the kitchen, weaving around Autumn. He picked the sieve up out of the sink, quickly rinsing it off before he strained the cider again. He stretched to grab a ladle from the drawer on the other side of the sink before fetching two mugs from the cabinet above the sink.

He spooned some of the hot cider into the mugs, adding a half stick of cinnamon to each the way his mother always did, and ventured into the medicine to grab a bottle of aspirin, remembering of some of his own more horrendous hangovers. He carefully carried the mugs back out to the living room where Autumn was curled up at Stiles’ hip, front paws in his lap, purring loudly as he scratched behind her ear, green eyes closed in pure bliss.

Smiling at the sight, Derek rounded the coffee table where Stiles had tossed his mask and took a seat beside him on the couch, Autumn mewing at him in greeting. He set the bottle of aspirin down on the table and handed Stiles a steaming mug of apple cider with a warm smile.

“Thank you,” Stiles murmured, uncharacteristically demure as he looked down at the mug in his hands. He carefully raised it to his lips, closing his eyes and breathing in the heady scent of cinnamon as he took a small sip.

His eyes popped open, wide and shocked, the moment the cider touched his tongue, moaning emphatically as he took another, bigger sip and then another. Derek smirked into his own cup at Stiles’ reaction, savoring both the amusing expression on Stiles’ face and the familiar taste of his mother’s cider.

“Oh my god,” Stiles moaned, blotting his upper lip with the back of his hand, gloves beside his mask on the coffee table. He pointed at his mug excitedly, licking his lips before he spoke, voice much less slurred, “This is amazing!”

“Thanks. It's—” Derek paused, not wanting to upset Stiles any further by being insensitive “—it’s my mother’s recipe.”

“S'really good,” Stiles reiterated, nodding gravely to himself. He raised the mug to his lips again, taking another deep swig, eyes falling closed at the taste.

Derek was about to ask him if everything was alright, but he stopped himself. He would let Stiles sober up, offer him the use of his shower, maybe give him a change of clothes. But for now, they would just sit there and enjoy each other’s company and his first batch of apple cider.

anonymous asked:

To the lovely kind people who tirelessly answer requests and finds enormous amounts of fic recs! I really liked wolf in the house by joe Lawson. It's angsty for derek, lots of hurt and lonelyness to then comfort, stilinski family feels and sterek. Basically it has hurt and lonely derek trying to become part of the stilinski "pack" of two. Really recommend it! Would love to know if there are more fics like that out there. If you find something I would be very greatful!

Yes! I love those kind of fics. - Anastasia

Originally posted by hoechlinth

Wolf in the House by JoeLawson

(1/1 I 33,481 I Teen I Sterek)

“What? It’s totally an improvement. He’s not scowling, or dating bad guys, or slinking around in unsanitary places. Still a bit paranoid, but what can you do. At least he’s a lot easier to get along with when you can buy his affections with ear rubs.”

“And you always wanted a dog,” Sheriff added wryly.

“And I always wanted a dog.”

***

Temperature by nogitsune_lichen

(1/1 I 2,030 I Teen I Sterek)

“Wait he let you use a thermometer on him? How come you wouldn’t let me?” Stiles asked, a little wounded.

Derek looked to him with a raised eyebrow, “because last time you shoved it in and I almost choked.”

“Well there’s a lot of things I shove–”

“Son,” his father warned.

Bonding over Burgers by Lonaargh

(1/1 I 2,598 I General I Sterek)

Sheriff John Stilinski feels guilty. Stiles falsely accused Derek of being a murderer. Now, granted, the Hale boy did have a certain broodiness over him, but he didn’t deserve being called a murderer. And Stiles is his son. A mere apology won’t do, there must be something else he can do to make things up to Derek.
~~

“Hey! Get in.”

Derek looked up, keeping his leisurely pace. “Am I under arrest? If so-”

“What? No. Of course not.”

“Then why…?” Derek didn’t finish the sentence, but let the question hang in the air.

John sighed, audibly annoyed, “Because it’s raining, it’s cold, you’re not wearing anything that’s remotely appropriate for this kind of weather, and I somehow don’t think you had dinner yet.”

A penny saved by Nival_Vixen

(1/1 I 3,395 I Mature I Sterek)

Stiles knows how much it cost for him to be in Eichen House, and tries to think of a way to save money. His brilliant idea? Cooking every single meal. Only, Stiles doesn’t actually know how to cook.

Derek helps Stiles with cooking when he realises he misses him at the pack meetings. He eventually finds out about the Stilinski’s financial problems and wants to help however he can.

The Morning After by mikkimouse

(1/1 I 3,635 I Teen I Sterek)

After the night he’d had, John just wanted a quiet cup of coffee and some toast before his son woke up. This, he felt, was not too much to ask from the universe.

Apparently the universe disagreed, because John came downstairs at 7:30 in the goddamn morning to see a man he’d previously arrested for murder grinding coffee beans in his kitchen.

I didn’t know I was broken ‘til I wanted to change (I wanna get better) by KeepGoing

(2/? I 4,829 I Explicit I Sterek)

Derek realizes if he is going to stay in Beacon Hills he needs to make some changes. He’s not the same person he was and he needs to build upon his new found realizations.

Stiles wants to help.

And help he does.

John rests his hands in front of him folded, with a look of calm on his face towards his son. “Stiles, everyone deserves a second chance. Everyone deserves the right to change and be better. Derek came to me and expressed this. I gave it to him. So why don’t you cut the young man some slack and be happy and supportive and not look down at him all the time?”

Stiles eyes bug out of his head, hands still flailing as he looks between his father and the new deputy. Derek finally nods at him, eyes warm and inviting, a new look Stiles has never seen on him before.

“Derek?” It comes out like a question but Stiles isn’t sure why it does. Derek just nods again.

“I wanna get better.”

can’t be hateful, gotta be grateful by HalfFizzbin

(1/1 I 6,260 I Teen I Sterek)

“Be cool, Dad, we’ve decided to con Grandma.”

(Or, the one where the Stilinski men drag Derek to Thanksgiving dinner at Grandma’s and she gets the right wrong idea.)

Through the Ashes by JusticeBanana

(7/7 I 11,615 I Teen I Sterek)

Stiles didn’t really know what he expected when he walked into the kitchen coming home from Scott, Isaac and Melissa’s. It sure as hell wasn’t his dad sitting and staring at a Wolf. A wolf, in their kitchen.

The Werewolf Who Built his House of Brick by Ionaonie

(1/1 I 39,932 I General I Sterek)

Now that Scott’s human again, Derek isn’t their problem any more.

So why can’t Stiles stop thinking about him?

Wolfsbane by DiscontentedWinter

(17/17 I 48,231 I Mature I Sterek)

Kate Argent has kept a little trophy of the Hale fire for all these years - Derek Hale.
When Deputy Stiles Stilinski finds him, he doesn’t just need to rescue Derek from the Argents. He needs to rescue Derek from his past.

Dirty paws and furry coats by queerly_it_is

(1/1 I 57,621 I Explicit I Sterek)

Stiles is eight years old when his dad brings Derek home.

[AU based on Disney’s The Fox and the Hound]

Of Course It’s Fairies by HelloWhyTheFuckAmIHere

Rating: Not Rated

Word Count: 100267

While still suffering from the after effects of the Nogitsune, Stiles and the pack stumble upon and save a trapped fairy. The boy’s parents, not wanting to be in the pack’s debt, offer each member of the pack who assisted in the rescue, the opportunity to bring a loved one back from the dead.

Having been blissfully reunited with several of their once-lost friends and family members, everyone must work together to figure out how to function as a new pack, and how to defeat a new incoming threat.

Headcanon Derek sometimes cuddles a pillow at night because he misses his family so much and doesn’t know how to not be afraid of touch any more. So he holds the pillow instead, clutches it tight, because it’s the only thing he’s got now, closing his eyes and thinking of his mom, of Laura, and trying so desperately not to feel alone. 

Headcanon two: the first time Stiles holds him, maybe the first night they spend together, maybe after a particularly bloody battle, and both of them are too tired to think about what holding means, Derek cries, clutching at Stiles’ arm wrapped around him, trying not to shake, hating that he’s already fucking this up before it’s even begun. That is until Stiles whispers, “hey, it’s okay big guy, I get it” and Derek knows he does, allows himself to turn, burying his face in Stiles’ neck, feeling like, for the first time in a long time, he might just be okay. He knows better than to place too much hope in dreams, especially dreams such as forever, but with Stiles holding him, just like this, rubbing a hand up and down his back like a promise, he thinks he might be able to give hope a chance, just this one last time. 

I’m not sure if not!fics/headcanons are accepted as part of the LAHW, but thinking about Derek and Laura as twins made me want to jot down one of my biggest Hale twins headcanons

with the alpha twins, it always made me wonder about werewolf twins, especially those born rather than bitten.  the twins said that Deucalion taught them how to merge, so it’s something Deucalion already knew about…so is it something that’s happened before?  a documented phenomenon in werewolf twins?

which makes me wonder about how connected werewolf twins are.  I can imagine Laura and Derek as kids.  Derek never says “I’m hungry”, it’s always “we’re hungry”.  when Laura skins her knee, it’s “we hurt our knee, mom”, not “I hurt my knee.” 

and as they get older they grow out of that, but they’re still connected more than most pack siblings.  they’re not exactly telepathic, but they can sense each other, feel each other’s thoughts and moods and pain.  it’s kinda fun, pulling pranks with it, and it’s useful when it comes to the time they’re 14 and Derek, the giant dork, manages to get lost in the preserve.  maybe Peter tells them about wolf twins merging to become a bigger, stronger wolf in battle, and they try it but it never works, but they don’t really mind because they’ve got cool twin powers anyway.

and then there’s the fire.

losing a pack member is like losing a limb.  losing a family member is unexplainable, undescribable grief.  losing their whole pack, their whole family, in one go…imagine that amplified between them, their grief and pain and rage bouncing and echoing off each other, unable to tell where their own agony ends and the other’s begins.  Laura’s eyes burn red for the first time and Derek has a brief echo of that power and of the fear and grief that comes with it.

imagine Laura’s death.  Derek feeling it.  Feeling her shock and brief elation and then fear and pain and then 

Laura dies, and Derek feels every second of it.  losing a pack member is like losing a limb.  losing his twin is like losing half of his soul.  he buries her and he buries half of his heart, half of his whole being with her. 

years later, he shifts into a full wolf for the first time, and he thinks that maybe he and Laura could have figured out how to do the twin merge after all.

if only they’d been given the chance.

Headcanon: During his desperate escape from the burning Hale house Peter couldn’t rescue anyone but Cora–he dragged the wailing child through the tunnels to safety and told her to “run, sweetheart, run and hide and don’t come back until it’s safe” before he succumbed to his wounds and collapsed. And she did.

glass moon

Written for the Laura Hale Appreciation Week Day 6: Through Her Eyes

On AO3

*set vaguely after Boyd’s death*

Sometimes, Laura forgets that she’s dead. She’ll phase through a wall when she tries to lean against it. Or she’ll see something delicious and remember she doesn’t need to eat.

Other times, it’s all she can think about. Like right now, as she hovers beside her brother, hands passing through him instead of offering a comforting touch. Derek is curled into a ball, looking impossibly small and he shivers. She isn’t sure if it’s because of her ghostly presence or because of his pent up sobs. Either way, her heart aches.

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“Stiles Saves the Hales” Fic Rec List

shipsandpolitics​ asked for fics where either Stiles travels back in time and saves the Hales or he can see the future and saves them when he’s a kid.  So here you go. 

At All Costs * by InTheArmsofaThief // w:11882 // Stiles is sent on a mission in time to protect Derek Hale at all costs. He doesn’t know why Derek Hale is so important to the future, but Stiles takes his mission seriously. *Doesn’t save all the Hales

Time to Begin by triedunture // w:20752 // Stiles learns some heavy-duty magic, and Derek convinces him to send him back in time to fix all the mistakes he’s made. But Derek ends up making things worse, and Stiles has to think creatively to save him. And everyone else, including their younger selves.

Vision without action is just a dream. by Mynuet // w:17036 // Stiles has never known how to leave things well enough alone. If the root of their unhappiness is Derek losing the love of his life, then that’s the problem Stiles is going to fix, no matter what it takes. He probably should have realized that things never go according to plan.”

Time to Say Goodbye by matildajones // w:34323 // Derek finds an older version of himself at his front door, along with Stiles, a boy from the future.

Hope is a thing with feathers by ShanaStoryteller // w:28959 // Stiles is ten when he saves the Hales from their burning home and Derek from a wolfsbane bullet, and this establishes a pattern that seem to continue indefinitely.

Play It Again by metisket // w:63206 // In which Stiles goes along with one of Derek’s plans and ends up in an alternate universe as a result. He should’ve known better. He did know better, actually, and that means he has no one to blame but himself.

A Thousand Fiery Suns of Angst by apocrphal // w:20934 // All Stiles wants from life is to learn to control his magic, keep his grades up, and not die horribly while saving Beacon Hills from supernatural threats. It’s all going pretty well until Derek Hale, werewolf extraordinaire, has to go and ask him on a date. That asshole.  

Pretend this is our den, kay? by Survivah // w:16141 // In which Stiles is raised by (were)wolves, and he and Derek are childhood sweethearts that never stopped. Also, Kate Argent is a homicidal maniac but a very helpful plot device. 

Not a Spark, But a Burn* by candyvan // w:86337 // Stiles was supposed to be exorcising a demon, okay? He does not have time for being pinned to the wall by Laura freaking Hale.or that fic where Stiles is sent back in time and decides to be a meddler. *Not actually Sterek

I Love to be the Underdog* by CaptainnAustralia // w:33522 // One of these days Stiles was going to learn that having a death wish was a bad thing. *Cannon divergence from the moment Derek comes into town, so no ones saved but Derek has a better life because Stiles is awesome.

the-bi-bilingual  asked:

Thk God I found ur blog! I've been looking for a fic where derek can go full shift, and right after the fire he ended up as the stilinskis pet when stiles was little, and stiles called him gruffy, and thts all I remember

@flamesontherocks thinks it might be this one, but Stiles calls Derek “Howl” not gruffy. So if it’s not the right now please let us know!

Originally posted by damiry

A Boy and His Wolf by AmandaPandapple

(14/14 I 173,298 I Mature I Sterek)

Summers at the cabin were the only part of the year Stiles looked forward to the most. You’d be excited too if you were young, and had a dog waiting to play with you. One summer changed all that when a fire broke out in the cabin, and Stiles never saw Howl again. Now, Stiles is in high school, and having trouble with his anxiety he thought he got a hold of. It doesn’t help that he’s constantly fighting death with werewolves and Derek Hale, but there’s something familiar about Derek. Stiles can’t put his finger on it, and doesn’t try too hard, but as they grow closer he’ll soon realize who Derek really is.

anonymous asked:

I need the au where Scott marries into the Hale family. He feels generally uncomfortable going to family events. Stiles comes back from some mage emissary training in Europe and gets suckered into going with Scott and his wife to the Hales for the winter retreat. The Hales are well known and Stiles figures he can help Scott AND get some connections. He doesn't expect to be fought over by Alphas or formally courted by so many people.


It’s awkward enough when all of Malia’s cousins start fighting over him: Laura, and Derek and Cora. But then Malia’s father gets involved. 

And all Stiles has to do is choose–and that’s the most impossible thing in the world! 

Like, they can sort out some kind of timeshare arrangement, right? 

In a lot of Sterek fics, Stiles is often the one who cooks because he taught himself so he could make healthy meals for his father, but honestly, I like to think that Derek's the one who cooks.

I like to think that Derek has always loved cooking since he was a child.

He used to watch his mother cook up until he was twelve, and Talia started letting him help, small things like slicing the peppers.

And into his teens, he actually started cooking with her himself, doing things like preparing the meat or bowling the pasta.

I like to think that he still cooks, now as an adult, because it makes him feel closer to his mother.

I like to think that whenever Stiles helps him in the kitchen, his heart leaps a little because it’s starting to feel like home all over again. It’s a familiar feeling directed at a different person, but still someone who he loves.

He teaches Stiles a lot of what his mother taught him and Stiles learns fast, almost like its second nature.

And when Stiles asks about it, asks why Derek is so passionate about cooking, he tells him. He tells Stiles the story of how his mother taught him, how she guided him and transformed him into an amazing cook.

Cooking keeps him close to her, helps him remember some of the happiest moments of his life.

And Stiles looks at him with the softest gaze, and he may or may not love Derek a little more now.

He pulls Derek in close and they just hug. They just stand there hugging.

“I miss her,” Derek says and his voice cracks.

Stiles strokes a hand through his hair and whispers, “I know.”

It’s easier now though, missing his mother, missing his entire family, in fact, because Derek has Stiles who helps him through it.

Helps him open up a bit more. Brings him closer to the pack. Gives Derek reason to smile a little wider. Teaches Derek how to love again.

Tells Derek day after day that it isn’t his fault, and slowly, but surely, Derek starts to believe it too.

———

(Bonus: Derek also bakes. The thought of him wearing a “#1 Chef” apron that Stiles bought him with flour in his beard makes me too happy to refuse the idea of Derek baking.)