kat on AO3 asked: “could you maybe write one where derek travels for business, and stiles is home with the kids. when he gets really sick and the oldest calls derek to come home?”
Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Rating: G, Word Count: 1449 Human AU, Sick Stiles, Writer Derek, Fluff, Established Relationship, Hurt/Comfort, POV Derek ♥ Read on AO3
one person in line in front of him when Derek’s phone
buzzes in his pocket. It’s
probably Stiles, calling him on the way to TJ and Carter’s school. The person in front of him steps through, to the
airplane. Derek grabs his phone from his pocket, and looks apologetically at
the flight attendant checking everyone’s
tickets. He looks at his phone. A sense of foreboding creeps up his spine. A
picture of Stiles and their kids in front of their house is on his screen.
Someone’s calling him from their home
number. Why would he be getting a call from home? There shouldn’t be anyone there.
Oh God. Something’s
Trying not to let his panic show on his face, he steps
out of the line.
‘Daddy’s dying,’ TJ whispers.
being dramatic, Derek tells himself. Stiles probably just bumped into
something, or cut his finger, maybe he overslept, lost track of TJ in the rush
to get their kids to school, and now she’s
messing with the phone.
would you say that, little whelp?’ he
asks, swallowing down his heart that somehow lodged itself in his throat.
‘He looks gross,’ is TJ’s
Derek can’t really
blame her, she’s only four.
‘Give me the phone! You’re
explaining it all wrong!’
‘Give it back!’
Derek gnashes his teeth as he listens to his children
struggle for the phone, feeling helpless, until finally Carter comes on.
‘Daddy’s sick. He’s
coughing and breathing funny. And there’s a giant pile of snotty tissues by
the bed,’ Carter explains. The six
year-old is trying to sound firm and grown-up, but Derek knows his child, and
can hear the tremble underneath the bravado. ‘And he’s
moving around all slow, and keeps bumping into things like he’s drunk
or blind or something.’
That doesn’t sound
like Stiles is dying, more like he’s got a
really bad cold or, god forbid, the flu. Derek thought Stiles’ voice sounded funny on the phone
last night, but assumed it was a bad connection. Not that Stiles would’ve admitted anything was wrong if he
little cub. Can you give me daddy?’
‘Sure.’ Carter sounds a little sullen
that they don’t get to report further on
one of their fathers’
Stiles thought he was just like any other teenager in high school, trying not to fall asleep in class, and maybe pass the semester. But weird things started happening when Derek and Erica rolled into town. Turns out Stiles was one of the few with rare powers, who would have thunk it? Erica was gifted like him. Except, thanks to Derek, who was also their protector, she was far more skilled than he was.
Stiles was starting to fall for Derek, and the feeling seemed mutual. But not everything was rainbows, and butterflies. Along with Stiles’s new found powers, there came hunters that wanted to kill his kind.
Derek wakes up to the birds chirping outside and the sun shining on his face, as a soft breeze blew in from the open window. Stiles must have opened it this morning to get some fresh air into the house. Derek rolls over searching for his husband only to find empty sheets that seemed to have been vacant for quite some time. He frowns sitting up, he searches around the room trying to find his better half, so he can drag him back to bed for some anniversary sex.
It was their four year anniversary and Derek intended to make love to his husband all day. He gets out of the bed slipping on his robe and stepping into his slippers. Stiles always teased him for having a robe and slippers calling Derek an old man before Derek pinned him to the bed showing him what this “old man” could do. He walks over to the open door their dog following close behind him. He notices a sticky note on the door and takes it off the door, he chuckles softly when he sees that it says, “Happy Anniversary!” on it.
Of course Stiles would do this on their anniversary. He follows the arrow on the sticky note finding another one on the bathroom door.
“Four long years we’ve been married” Derek reads. He rolls his eyes biting his lip to keep himself from smiling so hard. He follows the directions given on the note finding one on the closet door.
“I can’t believe I used to hate you!” It says. Derek laughs at this remembering how they used to argue whenever they saw each other. He goes down the stairs finding one on the banister. He picks it up reading it.
“Sorry I got you arrested…”
Derek snorts looking over at the other banister like the note told him. He finds another one picking it up.
“You make my world ten times more brighter!” he reads. He smiles looking at the little sun Stiles drew. He follows the instructions to go to the kitchen and finds a note on the toaster. He picks it up feeling giddy.
“Sorry I burn the toast…”
Derek laughs at the sad face remembering all the times Stiles attempted to make toast, but always ended up burning it. He looks at the cabinets and sees another note reading it.
“And break plates…”
He chuckles remembering when Stiles dropped a plate the other day and started crying. He made sure the Stiles felt better by buying him the biggest chocolate milkshake at their favorite ice cream place. He heads over to the counter like the instructions said and reads a note.
“And put the dent in the counter…”
Derek snorts remembering when they first started having sex and slamming Stiles onto the counter leaving a huge dent in their counter. He smiles following the instructions to go to the dining room. He sets the other notes down on their table reading the one left at the edge.
“I love it when you make pasta…” it says. He looks where the arrow on the note was pointing.
“Or make me coffee in the mornings.” he reads as soon as he finds the note. Derek grins at the blue coffee cup Stiles drew that was like the one in the cabinet right now. He continues to look in the same direction finding another note.
“You have no idea how much I appreciate you!” he reads. He feels his cheeks heat up and his chest swell. He follows the instructions of going to the living making sure to take all the notes with him. He finds a note on the back of the couch picking it up.
“I love watching those boring documentaries with you.” Derek reads. He smiles remembering how Stiles spent most of the time whining and complaining about how they were boring, but continued to watch them because he knew Derek liked them. He reads the instructions and heads over to the bookshelf and picks up another note reading it.
“You’re so peaceful when you read.”
Derek blushes and follows the arrow over to their DVD rack where they kept all the DVD’s they’ve collected over the years. He finds another note in the superhero section picking it up.
“You have a horrible taste in superheroes!” he reads. He laughs shaking his head, only Stiles would argue about that. He follows the instructions on the note and walks over to the coffee table.
“But you always make it up to me.” Derek reads. He smirks remembering the countless times he’s had Stiles on the coffee table, as Derek gave him a blowjob while they watched another Batman movie. He picks up the note looking where it was pointing at and heads over to his study. He finds a note on the door.
“I admire how hard you work.” it says. He smiles walking into the study spotting a note on the computer. He reads it’s chuckling.
“Thanks for letting me play games on here.”
He smiles following the sign that points at his bookshelf. He grabs it biting his lip.
“I love that you have an endless amount of amazing books!” he reads. He smiles looking at his bookshelf, picturing Stiles running his hand along the spines of the books as Derek works on his latest project. He follows the arrow to his desk seeing a note on one of his latest designs.
“You’re drawings are truly amazing Derek.”
Derek smiles picking the note up he looks around his desk looking for any more. He sees a note on the drawing he has been working on for years for the Hale house. He picks it up and reads it.
“Someday we’ll have the perfect house.” he reads. Derek gives a soft smile tracing a finger over the small, blue house. He chuckles at the instructions telling him to keep looking in the same direction. He finds another one next to the drawing seeing the same blue house.
“The perfect place to have children.” it says. He lets out a low growl his wolf going wild at the thought of having pups around the house. He looks at the two hearts close to the house, one heart blue and the other pink. He frowns wondering why the other one was blue, he walks out of his study following the instructions to look for the dog. He finds the note on the dog’s collar.
“You’re so loving even to the smallest things.” Derek reads. He smiles petting the dog fondly. The dog showed up at their house 2 years ago hurt and cold. He didn’t want to keep the dog, but gave in when Stiles gave him the puppy eyes Derek could never say no to. He reads the instructions and heads to the front door peeling off the note.
“And caring!” he reads. He smiles looking at the hearts surrounding the word caring. He follows the instructions to look at screen door opening the front door. He finds another note with a heart.
“Words cannot express how much I love you!” it says. He feels his chest swell at the endearing note, he walks onto the porch finding a note on the stairs.
“You’re so brave Derek.” he reads. He gives a small smile looking around for Stiles, but only sees more notes on their walkway. He walks down the stairs picking up the first one.
“You have the most amazing smile!” he reads. Derek chuckles shaking his head, only Stiles would be this cheesy. He walks over to the second note and picks it up.
“I get lost in your eyes every time I look at you!”
Derek snorts cringing a little at how corny it was. He walks over to the next note bending down.
“I love you to the moon and beyond!” Derek reads smiling fondly. It was Stiles’s favorite saying even though it was supposed to be a joke. He looks at the big stack of sticky notes in his hand smiling, this was way better than his idea. He finds the next one not too far away almost at the end of the walkway. He picks it up and reads it.
“This is where we first kissed and the moment I realized I loved you.”
Derek bites his lip remembering the day Stiles kissed him for the first time. How his heart was beating out of his chest and the way Stiles looked at him. He follows the instructions and heads to the woods finding a note on the tree that leads into the woods.
“I’m sorry your family is dead. I would do anything to them back to you…” Derek frowns as he reads the note confused on why the sudden change in the mood. He continues on finding more notes on more trees.
“I’m sorry you’ve struggled for so long…” Derek reads. His frown continues as he reads more notes.
“I’m sorry people say mean things when they see us in public…”
Derek starts to panic. He hurries to the next note trying to figure out what was going on.
“I’m sorry I can’t get pregnant.” the next one says. Derek adds it to his pile and heads for the last note smelling Stiles’s familiar scent.
“I’m sorry for ever making you cry.” the very last note says. He follows Stiles’s scent the notes balled in his fist. He’s interpret them later, but right now he needs to be with Stiles. When he finally reaches Stiles he pulls him into a hug breathing in his scent. Stiles giggles hugging him back.
“What’s wrong is everything alright?!” Derek asks checking for any cuts or bruises. Stiles laughs and pushes him away.
“I’m fine Derek,” Stiles says fixing his shirt. “What makes you think anything is wrong?”
“The notes.” Derek says frowning. Stiles laughs again and shakes his head.
“You’re forgetting the most important ones.” Stiles says. He points at the note on his shirt. Derek peels it off reading it.
“I can’t wait for you to be a father!” he reads. He looks at Stiles confused. Stiles gives him a smile and lifts up his shirt to reveal a small baby bump with a sticky note on it.
“A father to a beautiful, baby boy…or girl.” it says. Derek looks up his eyes wide. He drops to his knees pulling the note off Stiles tummy. He sets his ear on Stiles’s stomach listening to Stiles’s heartbeat and one more. He looks up tears pooling in his eyes.
“How far along are you?” Derek asks.
“Three months.” Stiles says running a hand through Derek’s hair.
“How did I not know?” Derek whispers. He rests his head on Stiles’s stomach again.
“I had Deaton help me hide it,” Stiles says. “I wanted it to be a surprise for you.”
“I thought-I thought that we couldn’t get pregnant.” Derek says. He kisses Stiles’s stomach listening to the small heartbeat again.
“Deaton found this spell book and I found something about pregnancies, so I figured I’d try it.” Stiles says. Derek continues to rub his stomach the tears flowing down his cheeks.
“I’m going to be a dad?” He asks shocked. Stiles laughs continuing to run his hands through Derek’s hair.
“Happy anniversary babe.” Stiles says. Derek stands up and kisses his husband with as much emotion he could pour into a kiss. This truly was the best anniversary gift a man could possible get from his spouse.
(Just a little thing I did yesterday nothing too important. There were also some baby hints in there see if you can try and find them except the last two they just give it away. There’s a couple!)
Ten years ago, there was a major war between the supernatural world and the mundane. Now Beacon Hills is cut off and the Argents are in control, and the supernatural creatures are slowly being hunted down. But when Stiles, who was adopted by the Argents after the death of his parents, makes friends with the Hale Pack, things start to change…
Stiles finally gets some answers about why the Hales left Beacon Hills without ever looking back. He’s the one answering questions later, though, when his pack finds out about his mate bond with Derek.
“Dude, I can’t show up solo to my ex-girlfriends wedding. I can’t do that,” Scott stressed, his face arranged in an expression that was almost comically anguished, like one of those weird, sad-face, tragic drama masks.
“So we find you a date,” Stiles shrugged, as though it was no big deal. Scott was adorable, in reasonably good shape, and probably the best guy Stiles had ever known, or would ever know. He wouldn’t have any real issues with getting a girl.
“Stiles, it’s in two weeks. Two weeks. How do I find a girl willing to date me, and come abroad with me to my exes wedding, in two weeks?!”
Stiles thought everything leading up to Allison’s death was hell, but he was wrong. Spending senior year dealing with the pack’s dismissal of him while secretly training to be Deaton’s replacement was hell. Feeling guilty and hating himself for what the Nogitsune did was hell. Being in love with someone who would never love him back was hell. Well, if you’re going through hell, keep going.
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.
It’s Stiles’ senior year, and he’s trying to concentrate on normal things - like the lacrosse championship, spring break, prom, graduation (and definitely not Derek) - when he starts having nightmares and waking up in the middle of nowhere. Oh yeah, and he’s being haunted by a hag. Great.
Derek pisses Stiles off, and Stiles issues an “open-door policy” for the teenaged werewolves in his life. (Which is, really, more of an open-window policy, because seriously: werewolves) After that it is, like, all werewolf all the time.