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tamingthemuseTitle: no sweeter innocence [3/?]
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Prompt: 493 - attentive
Warnings: ABO AU. Derek/Stiles.
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~980
Summary: Derek and Stiles talk and agree on a courtship. Derek’s plan for their first date is a bit unorthodox.
Disclaimer: It’s all lies and I own nothing.
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Derek offers Stiles his arm and Stiles links their elbows, pressing in close to Derek’s side. “So,” Stiles starts, “Derek Hale. Your sister said you recently returned home from New York. What was it like?”
Derek glances over at Stiles and is slightly surprised to see they’re nearly of the same height. “The city? It was noisy, very busy. Bright.”
Stiles snorts. “Okay. I dare you to try to be more vague.”
Glancing at Stiles, Derek licks his lips and sighs. “There were a lot of people—too many. A lot of them were very rude, very self-involved. It was crowded and very difficult to find any kind of solitude beyond my own apartment. I enjoyed the museums and a small cafe near my favorite bookshop. The city can be a beautiful place, especially at night and sometimes during the winter when everything is covered in a fresh blanket of snow, but I’m glad to be home.”
Beside him Stiles nods slowly. “Did you ever go to any of these while you were there?”
“No. They no longer hold debuts like this—at least, not in the city. An omega might choose to hold their own party, but it’s not mandatory.”
Again, Stiles nods. “Have you ever been to one here?”
“No. This is my first.”
“And you came to… find an omega?”
“I came to support Cora.”
“Oh.” There’s definitely a bit of disappointment in Stiles’ voice and his shoulders slump forward slightly.
Derek puts his hand on Stiles’ forearm where it overlaps his own. “I’m not… opposed to finding a—” He wants to say mate—because that’s definitely what he’d call the connection he feels between them— but he’s not sure how much Stiles knows about the Hales.
“Husband?” Stiles offers. “Wife? Companion?” He glances around them before meeting Derek’s eye. “Mate?”
Derek’s fingers gently squeeze Stiles’ arm. “Mate. Yes. Sometimes, not extraordinarily often, people like me will connect with someone we’re compatible with.”
“A mate bond,” Stiles says, eyes bright as he covers Derek’s hand with his own. “Scott, my brother, he was bitten a couple years ago. He and Allison are bonded.”
“Oh. Well, yes.”
“And… you feel that with me?”
“Yes. But that doesn’t mean you have to return it.”
A tiny wrinkle appears between Stiles’ eyebrows. “Why not? Do you not want—”
“It’s not about what I want. It’s your choice.”
“And if I want you to court me?”
“Then I would be honored to.”
Stiles grins, his scent turning bright like lavender and jasmine. “Good. You should meet my father.”
The introduction goes well—well enough that Derek is allowed to take Stiles out, with Scott’s supervision. They agree on the following Friday night, an early dinner. Derek arrives a couple of minutes early, a shock considering his nerves and how many times he’d changed and checked his hair and worried about his very unorthodox plans for the night.
Luckily, it’s not the sheriff but Melissa who answers the door and invites him inside. He’d debated for a while about bringing gifts, settled on a bouquet of wildflowers he’d picked himself and a bottle of wine from his parents’ wine cellar. He offers both to Melissa, who raises her brows at the bottle’s label before pressing a kiss to his cheek. “This is too much,” she says of the 2003 Hirsch pinot noir before taking a breath of the flowers. “I’ll put these in a vase. Stiles should be down shortly.”
She returns with a tall, glass vase filled with the flowers and leads him into the living room where she places the vase in the center of the mantle.
“You look nervous,” she comments, adjusting the picture frames and knick-knacks to either side of the vase.
“I am.” He’s not embarrassed to admit it. “I’ve never courted anyone before.”
Melissa smiles at him. “You’ll do fine.”
Derek hears them on the stairs before Scott enters the living room, followed closely by Stiles. “Hi.”
Stiles’ cheeks are flushed when he grins at Derek. “Hi.”
Scott rolls his eyes and shares a look with his mother. “I’ll have Stiles home by nine.”
Stiles cuts a glare at Scott, expression easing when Melissa laughs. “Ten,” she says.
“Thanks, Mel,” Stiles says, hugging her and pressing a kiss to her cheek. “We won’t be late.”
“I know. You boys have fun.”
Stiles grabs Derek’s wrist and practically drags him out of the house, Scott on their heels. “So,” Scott starts, “what’ve you got planned for your big night?”
“Actually,” Derek says, “I don’t have one.” Before Scott can comment—the way his eyes bug out and his mouth goes slack-jawed are a pretty good indicator, Derek thinks—he continues to Stiles, “I figured there’s something you wanted to do or somewhere you wanted to go. What do you want to do?”
Stiles’ eyes go wide, but a completely different reason than Scott’s did. “Could we go to the beach?”
Derek hates that he has to let Stiles down, but they just don’t have the time. Scott seems to pick up on Derek’s hesitancy. “You’ve only got five hours, dude. It’s almost a three-hour drive to the coast, depending on traffic.”
“Oh,” Stiles says, deflating.
“Maybe next time?” Derek offers. “I mean, if tonight goes well. My family has a beach house. We could make a day of it and your parents could come.”
The smile returns to Stiles’ face at that. “Yeah. I’d like that.”
“That sounds cool,” Scott remarks, narrowing his gaze at Derek. “You could go to a movie or mini golf. Get a burger and a shake at Sam’s.”
“And curly fries?” Stiles asks.
“Yeah.”
Stiles looks at Derek. “Is that okay?”
“That sounds perfect,” Derek tells him. “Dinner first?”
Stiles grins and reaches for Derek’s hand. “Please.”
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Prompt: 493 - attentive
Warnings: ABO AU. Derek/Stiles.
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~980
Summary: Derek and Stiles talk and agree on a courtship. Derek’s plan for their first date is a bit unorthodox.
Disclaimer: It’s all lies and I own nothing.
Derek offers Stiles his arm and Stiles links their elbows, pressing in close to Derek’s side. “So,” Stiles starts, “Derek Hale. Your sister said you recently returned home from New York. What was it like?”
Derek glances over at Stiles and is slightly surprised to see they’re nearly of the same height. “The city? It was noisy, very busy. Bright.”
Stiles snorts. “Okay. I dare you to try to be more vague.”
Glancing at Stiles, Derek licks his lips and sighs. “There were a lot of people—too many. A lot of them were very rude, very self-involved. It was crowded and very difficult to find any kind of solitude beyond my own apartment. I enjoyed the museums and a small cafe near my favorite bookshop. The city can be a beautiful place, especially at night and sometimes during the winter when everything is covered in a fresh blanket of snow, but I’m glad to be home.”
Beside him Stiles nods slowly. “Did you ever go to any of these while you were there?”
“No. They no longer hold debuts like this—at least, not in the city. An omega might choose to hold their own party, but it’s not mandatory.”
Again, Stiles nods. “Have you ever been to one here?”
“No. This is my first.”
“And you came to… find an omega?”
“I came to support Cora.”
“Oh.” There’s definitely a bit of disappointment in Stiles’ voice and his shoulders slump forward slightly.
Derek puts his hand on Stiles’ forearm where it overlaps his own. “I’m not… opposed to finding a—” He wants to say mate—because that’s definitely what he’d call the connection he feels between them— but he’s not sure how much Stiles knows about the Hales.
“Husband?” Stiles offers. “Wife? Companion?” He glances around them before meeting Derek’s eye. “Mate?”
Derek’s fingers gently squeeze Stiles’ arm. “Mate. Yes. Sometimes, not extraordinarily often, people like me will connect with someone we’re compatible with.”
“A mate bond,” Stiles says, eyes bright as he covers Derek’s hand with his own. “Scott, my brother, he was bitten a couple years ago. He and Allison are bonded.”
“Oh. Well, yes.”
“And… you feel that with me?”
“Yes. But that doesn’t mean you have to return it.”
A tiny wrinkle appears between Stiles’ eyebrows. “Why not? Do you not want—”
“It’s not about what I want. It’s your choice.”
“And if I want you to court me?”
“Then I would be honored to.”
Stiles grins, his scent turning bright like lavender and jasmine. “Good. You should meet my father.”
The introduction goes well—well enough that Derek is allowed to take Stiles out, with Scott’s supervision. They agree on the following Friday night, an early dinner. Derek arrives a couple of minutes early, a shock considering his nerves and how many times he’d changed and checked his hair and worried about his very unorthodox plans for the night.
Luckily, it’s not the sheriff but Melissa who answers the door and invites him inside. He’d debated for a while about bringing gifts, settled on a bouquet of wildflowers he’d picked himself and a bottle of wine from his parents’ wine cellar. He offers both to Melissa, who raises her brows at the bottle’s label before pressing a kiss to his cheek. “This is too much,” she says of the 2003 Hirsch pinot noir before taking a breath of the flowers. “I’ll put these in a vase. Stiles should be down shortly.”
She returns with a tall, glass vase filled with the flowers and leads him into the living room where she places the vase in the center of the mantle.
“You look nervous,” she comments, adjusting the picture frames and knick-knacks to either side of the vase.
“I am.” He’s not embarrassed to admit it. “I’ve never courted anyone before.”
Melissa smiles at him. “You’ll do fine.”
Derek hears them on the stairs before Scott enters the living room, followed closely by Stiles. “Hi.”
Stiles’ cheeks are flushed when he grins at Derek. “Hi.”
Scott rolls his eyes and shares a look with his mother. “I’ll have Stiles home by nine.”
Stiles cuts a glare at Scott, expression easing when Melissa laughs. “Ten,” she says.
“Thanks, Mel,” Stiles says, hugging her and pressing a kiss to her cheek. “We won’t be late.”
“I know. You boys have fun.”
Stiles grabs Derek’s wrist and practically drags him out of the house, Scott on their heels. “So,” Scott starts, “what’ve you got planned for your big night?”
“Actually,” Derek says, “I don’t have one.” Before Scott can comment—the way his eyes bug out and his mouth goes slack-jawed are a pretty good indicator, Derek thinks—he continues to Stiles, “I figured there’s something you wanted to do or somewhere you wanted to go. What do you want to do?”
Stiles’ eyes go wide, but a completely different reason than Scott’s did. “Could we go to the beach?”
Derek hates that he has to let Stiles down, but they just don’t have the time. Scott seems to pick up on Derek’s hesitancy. “You’ve only got five hours, dude. It’s almost a three-hour drive to the coast, depending on traffic.”
“Oh,” Stiles says, deflating.
“Maybe next time?” Derek offers. “I mean, if tonight goes well. My family has a beach house. We could make a day of it and your parents could come.”
The smile returns to Stiles’ face at that. “Yeah. I’d like that.”
“That sounds cool,” Scott remarks, narrowing his gaze at Derek. “You could go to a movie or mini golf. Get a burger and a shake at Sam’s.”
“And curly fries?” Stiles asks.
“Yeah.”
Stiles looks at Derek. “Is that okay?”
“That sounds perfect,” Derek tells him. “Dinner first?”
Stiles grins and reaches for Derek’s hand. “Please.”
