so okay, just picture this for a second real quick
derek shifting into wolf!derek on the back porch of the rebuilt hale house with stiles by his side, and their daughter giggling next to them, clapping her small hands together because “daddy went doggy!”
derek can’t even feel any form of irritation about the fucking dog joke because it came from his daughter, who is happier than ever, making grabby hands at stiles, squealing “up, up, up!”
and derek, just, he’s fucking wagging his tail for fuck’s sake because how could he not when he has everything in the world right there next to him: his daughter wrapping her arms around his furry neck, giggling in his ear, stiles absolutely beaming at the both of them, looking dazed and awed, eyes full of absolute love
derek can’t help but whine, overwhelmed with all the fucking emotions, and just butts his big head against stiles’ stomach, trembling when he feels hands so familiar slide over the top of his head, scratching and rubbing just behind his right ear
a huff of air leaves derek as if he’s trying to explain everything in that one breath, and stiles, stiles just knows, understands the meaning, and whispers back with a knowing smile on his face, “i know, big guy. we love you, too.”
Derek should have know better than to joke about it but really, after being teased about his weight for so long, his boyfriend had it coming.
“Stiles,” he tried grabbing the younger man’s arms to calm him, but Stiles was determined to flail about like a slippery fish flopping towards water and Derek was unable to hold him, “Stiles, calm down, it was just a…”
“We should get married!” Stiles blurted, shouting near his ear and making Derek rear back to gape openly at him.
“Stiles…” Derek tried again.
“But I’m so young and…oh my god, do I have to ask Peter for your hand? Oh god, don’t tell me I have to ask Cora, she’ll deball me for sure,” Stiles began to pace, rushing his hands through his hair like a maniac.
“Stiles, calm down, I was just…”
“Do we take your name or mine?” Stiles asked the question more to himself than Derek. “Hyphenate?”
“Jesus, Stiles, it’s…”
“Oh Christ, is it puppies? Oh Derek, are we having puppies?”
And Derek decided he’d had enough. He threw up his hands and tried to leave the room. “Yes, Stiles, it’s puppies. Christ!”
“Oh god, I love puppies!” Two strong arms wrapped around his middle, stopping Derek before he could escape. “Oh Der, we’re having puppies!”
Derek couldn’t stop a smile. Even when he was being a complete moron, he couldn’t love this boy more if he tried, “Yeah, Stiles. Yes, we are.”
Yes, I have lost my mind, thanks for asking, lol. Does this qualify as mpreg? Basically a little eating doodle (because I love drawing Derek eating…for some reason) that got way out of hand.
On their way to Quantico, Virginia, Derek and Stiles go on a cross-country road trip and they take turns driving while they hit all the tourist attractions along the way. They’re on their way to a new life, a happier life with some peace and normalcy, with a newfound relationship as well, and they could not be more excited to be away from Beacon Hills and to explore not only the country, but each other’s company.
It seems stupid. No, scratch that, it is stupid. He knows it is, but it’s just — it’s his thing, okay? It’s one of the few things that survived the Hale Fire, and sometimes when he breathes in with it close to his face, he can still smell his mom and Laura and his dad and aunt Carol, if he just imagines hard enough.
He has a plushie, a gray seal with only two whiskers left and one eye torn out. He’d called it Mr. Snuffles, because neither he nor Laura had been very creative kids and his parents had found it too funny.
He still sleeps with it at night. He tried to stop when he came back to Beacon Hills, back to Laura’s dead body and Peter’s insanity and two teenagers who’d probably die laughing if they found him with a plushie, but he couldn’t.
He’d had more nightmares than usual, and he hadn’t even noticed it until Stiles had pointed out the dark circles underneath his eyes, and that’s when he put it back in his bed, curling around it at night and cuddling it to his chest.
Derek gets forced to watch some sci-fi show about a surly, secret prince and the sarcastic young spaceship captain hired to aid him on his quest. Strangely enough, he finds himself hooked on it. So much so that he’s even drawn into the fandom. There he meets a popular fanfic author with an oddly endearing attitude, and he gets rather smitten. Maybe this mystery guy could actually help get him to stop pining for Stiles…
So, we were talking with @yodas-yo-yo and @halekingsourwolf (you’re the one who asked us so you get credit too!) about the eclipse and what consequences a total solar eclipse would have on werewolves and we came to the conclusion that werewolves powers/senses are upped by the solar eclipse and that they feel it hours/days before and after the event and that they’re the most at peace with their inner wolf at this particular time. Also there’s a big international gathering where the Eclipse happens with werewolves (and other creatures) from all around the world like Woodstock but for werewolves. Also sex is A+
Wolfstock belongs to @yodas-yo-yo and bless @grimmypuff for making this readable because my brain couldn’t grammar anymore ♥
Now let’s go.
Werewolves have always been the most social of the shapeshifters and co, so they were the first to do the big gatherings many many years ago. These events were nameless at first, then people started calling them “Moonday” or “Day of the Moon”. Then 1969 happened and gave the world Woodstock and it impacted so many people that the werewolves started calling the eclipse “Werewolf Woodstock” as a joke, and it stuck with the younger generations who renamed it “Wolfstock”.
The pack discovers the thing about the eclipse after an almost fight with another pack.
The other alpha just told Derek he was “lucky for now” and that they’d “settle this after Wolfstock”.
The pack goes, “Hu? Wolfstock???” so Derek has to tell them everything.
Tells them that every time a total solar eclipse happens, there’s an international gathering of all kinds of creatures -but mostly werewolves- starting a few days before and going til a few days after. That there’s also an international truce so that’s why the other pack had stopped everything for now.
Derek tells them that the regular custom if you can’t travel is to meet with the packs from your area or just have a big celebration with your own pack.
The pack is floored because “What the fuck Derek! It’s 2015 and you still haven’t told us about this after all these years??”
Derek admits under his breath that he went to a few of them with his family and that it’s something he’ll never forget, can’t forget, and that it’s hard to think about going again without them.
So they let it go for this year and end up doing a pack meeting where they just do nothing except watch movies, eat food and feel super relaxed.
They miss it again the year after because it’s in March and in South-Asia and they have school/work obligations they can’t escape so it’s another instance of bad timing.
Which leads them to this year’s eclipse which is actually in America, in summer and they have all the time to enjoy it.
“I feel like Harry Potter going to the Quidditch World Cup!!” Stiles is literally vibrating and barely manages to contain his energy. The eclipse is already acting on his emissary powers and his euphoria spreads all along the pack bonds.
They’ve travelled east to Hopkinsville, Kentucky (where the eclipse will last the longest) three days before the event and join the Wolfstock people in a field a few miles away from the town.
There are booths and tents everywhere, people from all around the world, and so many languages it’s like going to Disneyland.
They find a spot for their tents and once everything’s ready they pull out blankets to lie on and take a nap or go wandering for the less tired of the pack.
Derek tries to get away from them for a moment because he’s a little bit overwhelmed by the memories. Not ten seconds after he leaves, Stiles comes up at his side and just bumps his shoulder with his in silent acknowledgement.
They end up going to see the booths and buy food and meet a lot of new people. Derek lets Stiles do most of the social part and just spends his time gazing at him softly, watching him be happy. His heart still clenches a little bit thinking about his family but he’s happy to be here with his new pack and these new people who love him. But especially this boy, now a man, who just embraces everything without looking back and never lets him down, and if Derek gets a bit emotional it’s just because of the eclipse, ok!
Stiles shakes him out of his thoughts by grabbing his hand because “Come on Der’ there’s a fairy band on the main scene!! I wanna see it!” and just doesn’t let go. Derek’s heart stops a little bit every time Stiles moves because it reminds him their hands are touching. No biggie.
Stiles interlaces their fingers and Derek has a minor heart attack.
So his wolf is literally doing backflips in his mind. Whatever. It happens. Must be the Eclipse.
Derek casts a glance at Stiles who’s dancing a little, looking at the scene with the biggest smile ever and a lot of red on his cheeks.
The bond feels like a glitter bomb ready to explode all over him at any moment.
Derek has never felt this calm and this alive before so he does the only thing that makes sense, and puts his other hand on Stiles’ face to turn it his way and kisses him.
They don’t get out of their tent much over the next few days -solidifying their bond in every way- except on the day of the Eclipse when a chorus of surprised woofs and shout rises from the other tents.
Stiles goes outside to see all his werewolf friends turned into actual wolves, and an exhilarated laugh escapes him when he feels a bump on his knees and wolf Derek is here, his eyes shining with happiness.
When the Moon starts hiding the Sun, all the wolves howl in unison and time stops its course to seize the perfection of this instant.
I want Derek to walk into the FBI office with his beard and leather jacket, bringing Stiles his phone (because like the goof he is, Stiles accidentally took Derek’s phone that morning while he was rushing out the door) and everyone just stares at him. Not becasue they think he might be a wanted criminal (and Stiles makes sure to introduce him as his partner, Miguel), but because hot damn.
Summary: Derek has finally been invited to the annual North
American Werewolf Convention. The only problem? They’re expecting him to bring
a significant other. He doesn’t actually have one, but everyone volunteers
Stiles for the job.
Notes: A ‘fake dating-werewolf convention-bed sharing’ trope
combination! Also an AU where nobody died and Derek leads the pack. This is the
second longest thing I’ve ever written, whoo. This fic is complete, and I’ll be
posting part two in a few days, when I’ve had time to edit it. (On AO3)
When Stiles usually strolls into the loft, Derek is either
napping, cooking, or pretending he’s annoyed by Stiles’ arrival. (Stiles was
never actually given a spare key, after all. But he also knows that Derek
doesn’t really mind). This time is different, though.
Derek is too busy reading a letter to notice Stiles at all,
his expression a strange mix of happiness and fear.
[Bringing back the fail!Derek trope because I missed it]
Derek doesn’t like getting involved in other people’s shit, he mostly just tries to ignore screaming matches and gossip because it’s all to ridiculous and the last time he got involved he ended up being dragged to the police station.
But this guy - he looks suspicious, okay? Derek first noticed him as he left his Greek History classes. Wearing black glasses and a red cap, the guy was leaning against the wall, arms crossed in front of his chest, looking so out of place Derek snorted.
When the black-haired guy with crooked jaw that sat next to Erica and spent most of his time mooning over Allison walked past Derek on his way out of the classroom, the guy started following him. Derek’s eyes widened immediately and even though the only thing he knows about black-haired guy is that he knows nothing about Greek History, Derek just knew he had to do something.
So he followed the two of them.
Black-haired guy doesn’t seem to notice he has a stalker - or actually two - but Derek doesn’t think he notices anything but Allison, so that’s not really surprising. They walk down the main street, stop when black-haired guy gets into a coffee shop and resume the walking when he leaves, follow him as he crosses the street and heads to a book store, wait for him outside and then turn left, going back to the university campus.
The stalker Derek is stalking doesn’t look in a hurry, Derek caught him smirking once or twice and even playing with his phone when black-haired guy stopped at the book store.
He’s beginning to think black-haired guy is being followed by a detective or something when the guy in the cap suddenly starts walking faster. Derek looks ahead and notices that black-haired guy has stopped to pet a cat and blinks, that’s it - it’s going to happen.
On impulse he starts running, all those years playing football in high school allowing him to tackle the guy in the cap before he even reaches his victim.
When they fall to the ground, Derek sitting on top of the guy and pinning both his arms down, with the black glasses gone, the first thing Derek notices is that the guy under him is hot.
Stiles rolls up in the Jeep: You didn’t think you’d be doing this without me, did you? Derek pops up with a smile: Without us. In the backseat Isaac pulls out his headphones and puts his phone down: Wait, you guys said we were going to In-and-Out, why the fuck are we in Beacon Hills.