Hey! Do you think you could update the de-aged derek tag? I noticed that it hasn't been update in almost a year and i'm just really in the mood to read some fics featuring an adorable kid derek
Derek and Stiles have been dating for six months. Their anniversary just happens to fall on Valentine’s Day. Derek, understandably, proceeds to panic.
“This is what defines you, Stiles. The unexpected.” by limesnapdragon (32/32 | 77,464 | NC17)
“If someone had told him two weeks ago he would be on illegal drugs and hanging out with Derek Hale, he would probably have punched them. Life was funny sometimes.”
Stiles is about to turn seventeen and present, find out whether he’s an alpha, a beta or an omega. A lot is riding on it and Stiles is nervous as hell. He hadn’t expected Derek Hale, of all people, to be helping him out, but when you’re in deep shit and the guy’s handing you a paddle, what else are you going to do?
The witch had been hoping to turn him into something monstrous when she cast the spell on Derek; Stiles could have laughed at her attempt. The spell was crafted to reveal Derek’s true nature and to bring it to the surface, transforming him into whatever shape it took. She had been hoping that he was an angry monster inside, but Stiles knew better. Derek wasn’t a monster. Nothing about him was ever monstrous.
Of course, Stiles hadn’t really expected this outcome either.
In which Derek is de-aged and Stiles takes care of him
“But Deaton, how do we change him back?”
“I don’t know, Scott.”
“Does this potion contain wolfs bane?”
“What?! But he's… he is… ” Stiles watched as Scott struggled for the correct word, totally freaking out, and gestured at the twitching blanket in Cora’s hold. “… so small,” Scott murmured after a beat.
Stiles let out a heavy sigh. He strained his neck to get a better look at him, his lips curving a little when the two tiny hands peeked out from the edge of the blanket and tried to grab a gleaming stud on Cora’s dress.
“Aha, d’you like it, baby bro?” Cora cooed at the baby, rounding her painted lips for unnecessary cuteness, as if that would work. He might be a baby, but in there, somewhere, he was still Derek Hale for god’s sake.