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tamingthemuseTitle: families of circumstance [3/?]
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Prompt: 507 - bitter chances
Warnings: AU. Season 4 canon divergent. Kid fic.
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~720
Summary: After breakfast, Stiles tells Derek that he’s been thinking about adopting Sadie.
Disclaimer: It’s all lies and I own nothing.
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Derek stands, leaning back against the counter in Stiles’ kitchen, sipping his second cup of coffee as he watches Stiles help Sadie wash her hands at the sink. He’s got his knee hiked up for her to sit on so she can reach the stream of lukewarm water coming from the faucet and he squeezes a blob of hand soap into her little palm. Sadie rubs and claps her hands together until she’s dripping foamy bubbles, then Stiles forces her to rinse. Then he helps her dry her hands on a blue and white checked towel that he also uses to wipe sticky syrup from around her mouth.
“Okay,” Stiles says, bopping Sadie’s nose with a bunched up end of the towel. “I deem you clean. Enough. How do cartoons sound?”
Sadie nods her head vigorously. “Yes, please.”
Stiles grins and smooths her hair away from her face. “You go to the living room and I’ll be right there.” He watches her go as he stands from his crouch. “I hope I can find cartoons that are appropriate for a four year old,” he tells Derek.
“There’s always Netflix,” Derek suggests. Surely they’ve got something age-appropriate.
Stiles gives him a baffled little smile as he shakes his head. “Yeah. Never getting over you knowing what Netflix is.”
“I’m not a luddite,” Derek says, raising a brow.
Stiles snorts. “Sometimes I wonder, dude.”
Derek listens to Stiles head into the living room and get Sadie set up with cartoons. They talk for a few moments, trying to find something, then Stiles gets distracted watching whatever it is he’s found—Derek’s pretty sure he hears Scottish accents—before he finally returns to the kitchen. His heartbeat is a little faster than normal and his scent faintly sharper with guilt. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” Stiles says with a shrug, starting to fill one side of the sink with water and dish soap. “Brave is on. It reminds me of Allison.”
“Oh. I’m sorry.” He’s not sure what else to say. He changes the subject instead. “So what’s Sadie’s story?”
“She’s from a pack in Santa Rosa,” Stiles tells him quietly. “Old school. Her dad was the alpha and both her parents were killed when he was challenged.”
Derek’s heart aches for the little girl sitting on the couch in Stiles’ living room watching an animated movie. “She’s lucky.”
“In a way, yeah. She’s alive. But she lost her parents and her pack. And I doubt the Mackenzies will take her in. I thought about it all night and I think I’m going to ask David if we could keep her. I mean, if I could adopt her, or whatever. If it’s okay with Scott. It’s not safe for her to go back.”
‘We’ is echoing in Derek’s head. It’s barely been half a day, but having been immersed in Stiles’ scent in his home, spending time in close proximity to both Stiles and Sadie, Derek’s werewolf instincts are feeling a bit overwhelmed. He hears ‘we’ and thinks of him and Stiles, thinks mate and cub, and he wants. It’s a slim, bitter chance, but he can’t help what he feels. Derek nods. “I’ll support you, if that’s what you want. I know we’ve got a lot of allies, but if she’s the child of an alpha, there are many who would see her as a future threat. And she’s comfortable here, with you.”
Stiles looks up at him from where he’s scrubbing a smear of syrup off a plate with a green sponge, eyes wide. “What?”
“What?”
“You don’t think it’s stupid or crazy?”
Derek shakes his head turns around, setting his mug on the counter. “Not at all. You’ve always been good at taking care of people, especially those in need. You’ll be good for her. She’ll be good for you and the pack as a whole. And I think your dad would love her.”
“Oh, jeez,” Stiles says, dropping his chin to his chest. “My dad. You really think he’d be okay with it?”
“I do.”
Stiles slowly nods to himself, shoulders squaring as he stands up straighter, gaining confidence. “Yeah. I’m going to call Scott. Then I’m going to call David. I’m gonna try to adopt a kid. Holy shit.”
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Prompt: 507 - bitter chances
Warnings: AU. Season 4 canon divergent. Kid fic.
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~720
Summary: After breakfast, Stiles tells Derek that he’s been thinking about adopting Sadie.
Disclaimer: It’s all lies and I own nothing.
Derek stands, leaning back against the counter in Stiles’ kitchen, sipping his second cup of coffee as he watches Stiles help Sadie wash her hands at the sink. He’s got his knee hiked up for her to sit on so she can reach the stream of lukewarm water coming from the faucet and he squeezes a blob of hand soap into her little palm. Sadie rubs and claps her hands together until she’s dripping foamy bubbles, then Stiles forces her to rinse. Then he helps her dry her hands on a blue and white checked towel that he also uses to wipe sticky syrup from around her mouth.
“Okay,” Stiles says, bopping Sadie’s nose with a bunched up end of the towel. “I deem you clean. Enough. How do cartoons sound?”
Sadie nods her head vigorously. “Yes, please.”
Stiles grins and smooths her hair away from her face. “You go to the living room and I’ll be right there.” He watches her go as he stands from his crouch. “I hope I can find cartoons that are appropriate for a four year old,” he tells Derek.
“There’s always Netflix,” Derek suggests. Surely they’ve got something age-appropriate.
Stiles gives him a baffled little smile as he shakes his head. “Yeah. Never getting over you knowing what Netflix is.”
“I’m not a luddite,” Derek says, raising a brow.
Stiles snorts. “Sometimes I wonder, dude.”
Derek listens to Stiles head into the living room and get Sadie set up with cartoons. They talk for a few moments, trying to find something, then Stiles gets distracted watching whatever it is he’s found—Derek’s pretty sure he hears Scottish accents—before he finally returns to the kitchen. His heartbeat is a little faster than normal and his scent faintly sharper with guilt. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” Stiles says with a shrug, starting to fill one side of the sink with water and dish soap. “Brave is on. It reminds me of Allison.”
“Oh. I’m sorry.” He’s not sure what else to say. He changes the subject instead. “So what’s Sadie’s story?”
“She’s from a pack in Santa Rosa,” Stiles tells him quietly. “Old school. Her dad was the alpha and both her parents were killed when he was challenged.”
Derek’s heart aches for the little girl sitting on the couch in Stiles’ living room watching an animated movie. “She’s lucky.”
“In a way, yeah. She’s alive. But she lost her parents and her pack. And I doubt the Mackenzies will take her in. I thought about it all night and I think I’m going to ask David if we could keep her. I mean, if I could adopt her, or whatever. If it’s okay with Scott. It’s not safe for her to go back.”
‘We’ is echoing in Derek’s head. It’s barely been half a day, but having been immersed in Stiles’ scent in his home, spending time in close proximity to both Stiles and Sadie, Derek’s werewolf instincts are feeling a bit overwhelmed. He hears ‘we’ and thinks of him and Stiles, thinks mate and cub, and he wants. It’s a slim, bitter chance, but he can’t help what he feels. Derek nods. “I’ll support you, if that’s what you want. I know we’ve got a lot of allies, but if she’s the child of an alpha, there are many who would see her as a future threat. And she’s comfortable here, with you.”
Stiles looks up at him from where he’s scrubbing a smear of syrup off a plate with a green sponge, eyes wide. “What?”
“What?”
“You don’t think it’s stupid or crazy?”
Derek shakes his head turns around, setting his mug on the counter. “Not at all. You’ve always been good at taking care of people, especially those in need. You’ll be good for her. She’ll be good for you and the pack as a whole. And I think your dad would love her.”
“Oh, jeez,” Stiles says, dropping his chin to his chest. “My dad. You really think he’d be okay with it?”
“I do.”
Stiles slowly nods to himself, shoulders squaring as he stands up straighter, gaining confidence. “Yeah. I’m going to call Scott. Then I’m going to call David. I’m gonna try to adopt a kid. Holy shit.”
