#werebear stiles stilinski

[duskyashe]

CAMP NANO DAY 3

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Mischief grew up being told he was his mama's magic baby. He grew up on stories about werewolves and banshees and witches and druids. He grew up learning not to fear the things that go bump in the night. He grew up fully believing in magic and werecreatures and things that other kids thought were just myths.

He believed so strongly that when he and his mom got home from seeing Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone in the theater, he decided to try some of the spells on his own. And they worked.

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"Mama, mama, look! I'm a wizard, just like Harry!" Mischief cried as he ran into the kitchen with a pencil clutched in his hand, the very tip glowing a soft, but visible, white light.

Claudia Stilinski looked down at her six year old son, with an indulgent smile, not expecting much to come from that declaration. Her expression shifted to one of shock, though, when she finally registered the glowing pencil. It's too soon, that's not supposed to happen yet, she thought as she forced herself not to panic. "Wow, that's impressive!" She exclaimed, and it was. She, herself, hadn't managed to create light like that until she was fourteen, though part of that was due to her Spark not awakening until she'd hit puberty. Think, Claudia, think! What should you do? She pursed her lips in contemplation for a moment before making her decision and crouching down. "But you know what, my magic little boy?" Claudia asked with a small, secret smile.

Mischief shook his head. "Know what, mama?"

Her smile widened as she brought her hand up between them. "Mama's got magic, too, just like you," she said as she Wished an identical soft white light to appear in her own hand. Her son's eyes widened in excited awe as he looked between their two little lights. "And that's not all. Our magic is different from Harry's magic, Mischief. We don't need spells like Harry does, we just need belief."

Big amber eyes gazed curiously up at her. "Belief?" Mischief asked.

Claudia nodded and started changing the shape and color of her little light. "Your imagination is your greatest ally, Mieczyslaw, it's your special super power. The sky's the limit, my sweet little magic boy, and nothing anyone tells you can stop you."

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Later that night, Mischief lay in bed thinking about all his mama told him. Magic was real, his mama had magic, he had magic, and their magic was called a Spark. Their magic was special 'cause unlike witches and druids, they didn't need spells or rituals or "focuses" to use their magic, they just had to believe. Mama had also told him that they had to be careful who they talked about their magic to, 'cause not everyone knew about it. His papa didn't even know about it! Mama said papa didn't know yet 'cause her uncle was "a traditionalist" and "didn't believe humans who weren't pack should join the pack." Mischief thought that was silly, and his mama agreed, but since her uncle was her Alpha, she couldn't really argue. Mischief thought that was silly, too, but he didn't say anything about it. He knew alphas were special and that it was important to listen to your alpha, but he'd never met his great uncle Aleksy, so he didn't think he was his Alpha.

That was another thing! His mama was from a suuuper big werewolf pack back in Poland known as the Gajos pack. Her papa was great uncle Aleksy's brother and second, and her mama was the pack's "emissary". Her cousin Fryderyk was the next alpha and her cousin Feliks was the next "emissary". When his mama met his papa and fell in love, her cousins helped her convince her Alpha to let her marry his papa and move to the States while still being part of the pack.

Mischief looked at the stuffed polar bear laying on his bed next to him. Werewolves actually being real was cool and all, but werebears would be even cooler in his totally accurate and 100% not biased opinion. If he were a werecreature, he'd want to be a werebear. And not just any kind of werebear, no, he'd be a werepolar bear. He wasn't sure if werebears were real like werewolves, he'd certainly never heard his mama tell any stories about them, but he thought they should anyway 'cause all bears were cool. If werebears were real, though, he thought they might be a lot like werewolves in a lot of things. They'd both have "beta" shifts with claws and fangs and flashing eyes, they'd both form groups that were like one big happy family, they'd both be faster than regular humans, and they'd both have alphas who can turn regular humans into their respective were by biting them. He wasn't sure if bears had alphas in the wild like wolves did, but he decided that it didn't really matter, an alpha was kind of like a parent to the pack and only parents can make more babies, so werebears should have alphas, too.

He really wanted werebears to be real, and he really wanted to be one, that would be so unbelievably cool. Especially if he could fully shift into bear form whenever he wanted! He'd make sure his papa and his mama were safe from any naughty supernatural creatures that came through Beacon Hills, he'd make his own little bear pack, or maybe a sleuth since that was the correct name for a group of bears, and he'd be the bestest werebear to ever werebear!

Mieczyslaw "Mischief" Stilinski drifted off to sleep wishing with all his heart that werebears were real and that he was one of them. His Spark heard his wishes and history was made that night in a nondescript bedroom in a small town in California.

When Claudia went to wake her son up the next morning, she didn't find a brown haired boy with big, beautiful amber eyes. She found a polar bear cub with bright red alpha eyes.

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I'm sincerely hoping to continue this fic later this month, but I'm trying to follow my NaNoWriMo 2022 rule of stopping writing and posting whatever I have at midnight (⁠；⁠^⁠ω⁠^⁠） I didn't exactly follow through with that tonight, but I tried ¯⁠\⁠_⁠༼⁠ ⁠ಥ⁠ ⁠‿⁠ ⁠ಥ⁠ ⁠༽⁠_⁠/⁠¯

I've been wanting to write a Teen Wolf fic for ages, but nothing ever really struck my muse, so I never did anything with that desire until now. What changed? Well, mom and I were talking about how cool it'd be if werebears were a thing in the Teen Wolf universe, and how crazy it'd be if Stiles were to be one, either via birth or bite. This is the result (⁠✿⁠^⁠‿⁠^⁠)

Also, I've finally figured out how to do the "keep reading" thing on mobile! Let me know if you guys like it or not, and if I should keep doing it or not, please? 乁⁠|⁠ ⁠･⁠ ⁠〰⁠ ⁠･⁠ ⁠|⁠ㄏ

Also also, I've decided that, since I'm modding the Patrol Partners event as well as doing Camp NaNoWriMo this month, I'm taking Sundays off from writing. I'll post fics on AO3 that haven't been posted yet, I'll answer replies, asks, and DMs, but I won't be doing any writing on Sundays. Therefore, there's no day 2 fic that y'all missed, I just didn't write one (⁠^⁠～⁠^⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ (I'm going to post this at the end of my author's note tomorrow as well so more of my readers see it, but I wanted to put it here now while I'm thinking about it)

Have a good morning/day/night!

#teen wolf #fanfiction #teen wolf au #stiles stilinksi fanfiction #werecreature stiles stilinski #werebear stiles stilinski #spark stiles #camp nanowrimo 2023 #camp nano 2023 day 3

[justanobsessedfangirl]

Masterlist

Thanks for reading! I’m open for requests! Please let me know if any of the links don’t work. :)

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The Maze Runner

Preferences

How You Meet

You Realize You Like Him

You Realize He Likes You

Imagines

Newt - Jealousy

Newt - The Bonfire

Newt - The Sound of Silence

Minho - Sleepless Nights

Minho - The Sacrifice Part 1, Part 2

Gladers - What Makes a Home

Series

Newt - Once Bitten, Twice Shy Masterlist

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Harry Potter Series

Preferences

How You Meet

How You Cuddle

Marauders Era - How He Asks You Out

Imagines

Ron Weasley - Magic Mistletoe

Percy Weasley - Pompous Gits and Slytherins

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Teen Wolf

Preferences

How You Meet

How He Asks You Out

How You Kiss

You’re a Wereleopard

Imagines

Isaac Lahey - Knives and Ice Cream

Stiles Stilinski - Misunderstanding

Stiles Stilinski - It’s a Werebear Thing

Stiles Stilinski - Sister to a Moron

Scott McCall - Secrets and Not-Quite Secrets

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The Walking Dead

Imagines

Daryl Dixon - Nightmares

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[twothumbsandnostakeincanon]

Gather ‘round, fuckos, and read my incoherent word lasagne about Papa Bear Stilinski, Mama Bear Stilinski, and Baby Bear Stiles. 

Let’s say John and Claudia are alone, living their private werebear life, until they have Stiles. Suddenly it’s much more imperative that they live in a safe town. A small town. A small safe town with a large, supportive, supernatural presence. 

Turns out the Beacon Hill’s sheriff’s department is hiring, and the Hale pack seems pretty legit. 

They arrive, introduce themselves, and everyone is lowkey freaking out. They didn’t even know werebears were like, a thing? Talia wants to know why Deaton didn’t tell her about werebears, Deaton wants to know why werebears aren’t in any of his books, and the books want to know why they’re being blamed. 

Anyway, eventually they settle into town, and it quickly becomes apparent that the Hale house and the Stilinski house are the only two places fully childproofed for both wolf cubs and bear cubs. Babysitting agreements are made. You can’t really watch kids sneeze themselves into their first shift, or go through a teething phase that takes out nearly all of the porch railing, without falling a little bit in familial love, and before too long the families are BFFs. 

Stiles in particular clearly loves Peter. He’s latched on with a combination of hero worship and a childhood crush, and when Stiles latches on to someone he doesn’t let go. 

What’s surprising is that Peter doesn’t even try to shake the kid off. He seems delighted that an adorable fluff ball is following him around. It might have something to do with the fact that the fluff ball is destined to grow up into a 500 pound killing machine, but it might also have something to do with what an adorable little shit Stiles is. In any case Peter gracefully accepts the sunflowers that Stiles brings to him, ignoring the teeth marks with a thank you. 

When Kate Argent rolls into town, she sniffs around and finds out that there are werebears in Beacon Hills as well as the Hale pack. She’s viciously thrilled. After all, there are so few werebears left due only to the diligence of her family. She’s going to have the opportunity to partake in a proud Argent tradition. 

So she goes to play Goldilocks. She intends to leave poison in the porridge, to booby-trap the chairs, to set fire to the beds- but only two of the werebears are actually out for a walk that day. It’s date night. 

Baby Bear and Peter Wolf are home. 

They both always thought Goldilocks got off too easy for a home invasion. When you throw conspiracy to commit murder into the mix too, well- 

Kate doesn’t get away with anything. She doesn’t get away at all. 

When John and Claudia come home from date night, there’s an unconscious hunter tied up in the kitchen, and Peter is telling Stiles a new version of Goldilocks and the Three Bears that they’ve never heard before. They’re not sure about the story that apparently includes enhanced interrogation methods used by the bear family, but they are grateful that Peter refrained from committing murder in their kitchen without asking first.  

#idk it's werebears #platonic steter #werebear stiles #this blog needs a tag for my bullshit #tumblr fic and kinda fic

[ao3feed-sterek]

What about--?

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2RRyaVr

by yodasyoyo

“Werehippo? Werehamster?” Stiles leans forward, his seat belt straining against his chest. “I know, I know– Werebear.”

“Yes, Stiles. Werebears. Werebears exist. That’s definitely a thing.”

Words: 743, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski

Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Additional Tags: idek what to tag tbh, it's just a tiny little fluffy ficlet, Derek simultaneously finds Stiles annoying and entrancing??, These idiots are in love with each other and they don't even know it yet, Fuckin' goobers

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2RRyaVr

#ao3feed #fanfic #sterek

[duskyashe]

CAMP NANO DAY 26

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Mischief, better known as Stiles now, had had an overall uneventful past five and a half years since he Wished Peter Hale back into full health. Sure, there'd been some... Challenges with trying to incorporate a werewolf, two humans, and a never-before-seen alpha werepolar bear as a single, cohesive unit, especially when said alpha werepolar bear was the youngest of the entire unit and was an actual child who was trying to lay claim to and manage a territory that had previously been held by a respectably sized werewolf pack with only a single beta of his own. So, overall not the easiest thing to do, but, well. They had managed pretty well thus far, and things had gotten much easier after the first two years had gone by without the Stilinski Pack ("Sleuth!" "We are not calling ourselves a sleuth, Mischief, and that is final." "Uuuughh. Fine.") giving a single inch in terms of territory disputes. It had gotten to the point that Stiles was finally able to just focus on normal teenager things, like worrying about his only friend in the entire school.

Isaac Lahey was one of three kids his age in the entire school that wasn't either a complete douche canoe or a simple minded sycophant, but Erica Reyes couldn't get through a simple conversation with him without nearly passing out from blushing too much, and Vernon Boyd didn't talk to anyone, so that left Isaac. Whom Stiles was about ninety-three percent certain was being abused at home, though he only had circumstantial evidence that could, sadly, be easily written off as the results of simple teenaged clumsiness and a natural result of playing a contact sport. It frustrated the sixteen year old to no end that, even in the off season for lacrosse, he just didn't have enough evidence to prove his friend was in an unsafe environment at home. Even when he's suspiciously absent the day after the results of the first big exam after the school year began were sent home. Stiles had seen the way Isaac had paled when he'd seen his grade the day before, the way his friend seemed to shut down the closer the end of the school day came. By the time school ended, Isaac had practically gone comatose and had to basically be guided onto his bus. When Isaac hadn't shown up to first period that morning, Stiles had been concerned but hadn't really thought too much about it, he'd been late to school before, after all. But now it was lunch time, and Stiles hadn't seen hide nor hair of his friend since just after school the day before, and he was getting genuinely worried for him.

Stiles had almost made up his mind to text his dad about a possible missing person's case when suddenly a lunch tray was set down next to his own. Startled out of his thoughts, Stiles looked up, hoping beyond hope that it was just Isaac, but his senses caught up to him as his new table companion sat down. "Stilinski," Jackson Whittemore said, looking everywhere but at Stiles, and lacking the usual hostility he held towards him.

"Whittemore," he replied, more than a little confused and extremely wary of what the head douche canoe wanted from him.

"I noticed Lahey has been absent today," the blond remarked idly as he started digging into his food, acting as though him sitting amicably with Stiles wasn't the absolute weirdest thing to happen in years.

Stiles narrowed his eyes at Jackson and started on his own food. "Yeah, I noticed," Stiles agreed hesitantly, honestly thrown by the blond's shift in attitude. He took a barely noticeable sniff and caught the scent of deep frustration and fury nearly masked by some rather potent determination and Jackson's expensive cologne.

Jackson hummed around a mouthful before swallowing. "Y'know, I heard some awfully suspicious sounds coming from across the street last night," he offered as he glanced at Stiles from the corner of his eye. "Figured you'd like to know."

Taking another discreet sniff, Stiles could smell Jackson's honesty and his helplessness. Jackson was desperate to help Isaac, Stiles suddenly realized. He made a split second decision and pulled out his phone.

Me: is papa working tonight?

Mom: He's planning on it, why?

Me: got a new project im gonna be working on, he might wanna claim plausible deniability

Mom: Stiles...

Me: nothing outright illegal! Or that would get me in trouble!

Me: i think.

Me: would plotting to get a friend out of a dangerous situation with a potentially former enemy count as something that would get me in trouble?

Mom: I'll make sure Peter's home...

Me: thanks mama, youre the best!

"My house, after school, bring Danny and any evidence you have," Stiles said putting his phone away and going back to his lunch. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Jackson relax as a brief whiff of relief entered the blond's scent. "My dad's at work tonight, so anything not outright illegal is fair game. We're breaking Isaac out of there as soon as we have something substantial we can give my dad."

Jackson pocketed his apple and grabbed his mostly empty lunch tray before standing up. "Deal, Stilinski. See you after school. Later, loser," he called as he walked away, though the insult was almost... Teasing, in a way.

"Don't let the door hit you on the way out, Jackass!" Stiles playfully called back. Jackson gave him the bird over his shoulder which almost sent Stiles laughing hysterically. Who knew the thing they needed to get over their childhood animosity of each other was a shared goal and a common enemy that didn't have anything to do with lacrosse?

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It took the three of them just over three weeks to finally gather enough evidence of abuse to compile the legally (and mostly legally) obtained stuff for easier access. Danny had been put in charge of anything and everything technological in origin, up to and including (at his own instance) taping into Isaac's attendance record for the current school year. ("Transcribing more than this year's attendance records would look extremely suspicious. We aren't far enough into the school year for it to be too weird for at least Stiles to have been keeping track of Isaac's attendance since school started." "Okay, that's fair, but why do we need to back track his attendance for this year in the first place, isn't what we have already between us enough?" "We're establishing a pattern, which will hopefully lead the authorities to look deeper into his previous attendance records as well as security footage for further evidence that we have no way of legally obtaining on our own." "Alright, that's fair...") Jackson was keeping track of any beatings that got loud enough for him to hear, recording start times, end times, and any points where it seemed things got particularly violent. He did this both on paper and with a high end microphone set up in his window, which faced the Lahey household, recording as much of the audio as possible. Stiles, on the other hand, was keeping track of any and all injuries, their locations, their severity, as well as when they showed up and how fast they seemed to be healing, if they had the opportunity to heal at all. ("I'm telling you, his hands are constantly banged up, and they're definitely not healing!" "Okay, okay, I believe you, I'm sorry I said anything!")

It was early Saturday morning when Stiles entered the sheriff's department with his two new best friends and a thumb drive metaphorically burning a hole in his pocket. "Hey, Tara! Is Dad in his office?" Stiles called out with a wave.

The deputy looked up from her desk with a grin. "Hey yourself, Stiles. Yeah, he's in there, grumbling about all the veggies you and your mom packed into his lunch box again. Don't worry, he's only had a single donut this week, we've been keeping track for you."

Stiles grinned. "You're the best, Tara. You guys are getting a whole apple pie next month as a thank you. Keep up the good work, deputies!" He called as he guided Jackson and Danny toward the sheriff's office, getting various greetings and cheers in response. Catching the confused looks from the duo, Stiles answered their unasked question in a quieter voice. "Dad's got bad cholesterol, but he doesn't appreciate the efforts Mom and I have been going through to decrease his risk factors and likes to sneak junk food as much as possible. Last year, I asked his deputies to help keep an eye on Dad's diet cheating, and I give them a pie when I feel like they've been doing a particularly good job at it. Since it's fall, and since deputy Danvers is allergic to pumpkin, they're getting apple this month."

Jackson made a noise of understanding while Danny nodded in thought. "My parents might have some recipes that you guys could try that are lower on cholesterol and taste really delicious, I could ask them if you'd like," he offered.

Stiles couldn't help but agree. He'd seen Danny's homemade lunches, but more importantly, he'd smelled them, and he could say without a shadow of a doubt that his papa would have a hard time saying no to anything the Mahealani's gave them to try.

Soon enough, though, they'd made it to the office. Stiles knocked a pattern, specifically chosen to let his dad know this wasn't just a social visit without letting others know anything was amiss. Without waiting for an answer, Stiles swung the door open with gusto and exclaimed, "Hey, there, Daddio! How's work been treating you?" He walked in and gestured the other two in to sit down. Once they were in, he shut the door and immediately got down to business. "We have cause to believe that Isaac Lahey is being abused, almost nightly, by his father," he said, tossing the thumb drive onto his father's desk before walking over to lean against the wall with his arms crossed against his chest.

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Noah blinked at his son and the two mostly familiar faces sitting across from him before looking down at the thumb drive sitting oh so innocently on his desk and sighed. "Please tell me there's nothing on here that will force me to arrest one or all of you?"

Stiles scoffed in mock offense. "Excuse you, sir, do you know who I am?"

"Yeah, my son," Noah deadpanned, already reaching out for the thumb drive. All jokes aside, he knew his son well enough to know that if he was giving him the thumb drive at the office, it was at least mostly clean and wouldn't criminally incriminate any of the three teenagers currently in his office. Now, if he'd handed it to him at home... All bets were off.

As his son played up his spluttering, Noah inserted the drive into his work desktop and waited for it to load, taking the time to really observe the two young men sitting across from him. It took him a moment to place them as Jackson Whittemore and Danny Mahealani, the new captain and the goalie for the school's lacrosse team. They were also, according to his wife, kids who Stiles used to barely tolerate but was now spending a lot of time with, usually at their house where Peter helped her keep an eye on them. Danny's name and face didn't bring anything specific to mind, other than Stiles telling the pack about how cool Danny was for being openly out of the closet, how everyone at school loved Danny, and that Danny's biggest flaw was the fact that he was best friends with Jackson Whittemore. Jackson, on the other hand, did bring a few things to mind, such as who his adoptive parents were, who his biological parents were, as well as what had happened to them. But it was Jackson's face that was drawing Noah up short. Because he recognized some of those features from his own time in high school, the name of the person they reminded him of was right on the tip of his tongue, but before he could figure it out, the thumb drive had loaded and his attention was pulled to the potential new case the three teens had given him, and all thoughts of who Jackson reminded him of were pushed to the back of his mind.

Oh well. If it was important, it'd come back to him eventually, right?

"Okay, now do the three of you want to walk me through what you've got here?" Noah asked, turning his monitor so that they'd all be able to see. The shared looks of grim determination had Noah stealing himself for the worst. If Stiles wasn't smirking in triumph at finally having something to give him concerning Isaac's home situation, then things had to be pretty bad. Either way, if the law can help, then I'll make sure that kid gets as much help as legally possible, Noah vowed to himself.

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TADA! I finally got chapter three of The Polar Bear Necessities written! And yes, there's quite a bit of a time skip between chapter two and chapter three, but for clarity's sake, the events of canon aren't "due" to start until the end of the winter holidays, which are a few months away. It's my understanding that, in canon, Laura was lured back almost exactly six years after the fire, give or take a few weeks, and the fire canonically happened at the beginning of January, so that's what I'm basing my timeline off of (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

I will have you all know, this chapter almost didn't happen because the chapter I was planning on writing today is the one that'll be written next lol it was as I was planning the now fifth chapter that I realized I needed a chapter between chapter two and the chapter I was originally planning on writing today, so I instead wrote this one and all the plotting and brainstorming that I did originally has been set aside for chapter four! (⁠^⁠～⁠^⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ I'm just glad I caught it while I was still brainstorming lol if I had already been writing, then I'd have been screwed (⁠´⁠-⁠﹏⁠-⁠`⁠；⁠)

I hope the interaction between Jackson and Stiles was believable, I have this personal headcanon that, by the time they'd reached high school, 98% of Jackson's problem with Stiles was his over-the-top crush on Lydia as well as his constant defense of Scott McCall (I'm not that big of a Scott McCall fan), so in a world where Stiles had no real reason to befriend Scott while at the hospital, and Claudia was there to help curb the worst of his crush on Lydia, Jackson and Stiles would only be antagonistic towards each other out of habit more than anything else. At least, that's my take on it ╮⁠(⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)⁠╭

Have a good morning/day/night!

#teen wolf fanfiction #teen wolf au #werecreature stiles stilinski #spark stiles #werebear stiles stilinski #stiles stilinksi fanfiction #isaac lahey #jackson whittemore #danny mahealani #they're friends your honor #or they become friends at least #timeskip between the last chapter and this one #pre canon #only by a few months #but it counts #Peter Hale lives with the Stilinski's #Jackson Whittemore lives across the street from Isaac Lahey #fanfiction #camp nanowrimo 2023 #camp nano 2023 day 26

[morenotles]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: idek what to tag tbh, it's just a tiny little fluffy ficlet, Derek simultaneously finds Stiles annoying and entrancing??, These idiots are in love with each other and they don't even know it yet, Fuckin' goobers Series: Part 14 of Tumblr fics Summary:

“Werehippo? Werehamster?” Stiles leans forward, his seat belt straining against his chest. “I know, I know– Werebear.”

“Yes, Stiles. Werebears. Werebears exist. That’s definitely a thing.”

#sterek #Derek Hale #Stiles Stilinski #tumblr fic

[duskyashe]

CAMP NANO DAY 7

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Mischief was almost eight when his mama started forgetting things. He'd recently decided he wanted to go by Stiles at school, but his mama kept forgetting to call the office to let them know, which was bad enough, but then she started forgetting why his hair had a streak of white in it, and she'd been there when it had happened, so that's how he knew it was bad. He hadn't known how bad it really was until he overheard his mama and papa talking about going to the doctors about it, though.

Mischief didn't like the doctors, it was loud and it always smelt funny and they liked to stick you with needles. He didn't want his mama to get stuck by needles, so he Wished his mama was nice and healthy so she wouldn't need to go to the doctors.

When a full week went by and his mama hadn't had any more forgetting episodes, all talk of taking her to the doctors was put away, and Mischief couldn't be happier.

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Mischief was ten and primarily going by Stiles when the Hale house fire happened. His papa had been called in to work just as the three of them had sat down for dinner. His papa, still unaware of the supernatural, apologized, kissed his mama and him on the heads, and grabbed his uniform coat on his way out the door, not knowing that Stiles had heard the entire call.

"Stilinski here." "Stilinski, I know you had a nice evening with the family planned, but it's a shit show over here, we need all hands on deck." "What, why, what's going on?" "The Hales house burned down with eleven people inside. There're only three survivors, Peter Hale, who we found miraculously still alive in the basement near an open window, and Laura and Derek Hale, who had stayed late after school for basketball practice." "Sh-shoot, let me grab my coat and I'll be right over. Bullpen or at the scene?" "Bullpen is fine, you're going to interview the kids as a fresh set of ears." "Yessir."

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A month after the fire, Stiles overheard Scott McCall whining to Jeremy Greenberg about his mom not being home as often because "one of the nurses in the long term ward got suspended for some reason and now mom has to take extra shifts to cover until they can hire a new nurse, but now all she talks about when she's home is how sad it is that this guy named Peter is all alone and hasn't had any visitors since the fire."

That can't be right, Stiles thought in confusion. The only fire that happened recently that had a Peter involved was the Hale fire, but he's a wolf, he should be healed by now. Nevermind his niece and nephew also survived the fire, they should be visiting him! Maybe it's a different Peter from out of town? But no, that would have to be too many coincidences to be true. I'll have to investigate after school, he decided.

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It took a lot of sneaking around and looking at files that he maybe shouldn't have been looking at for Stiles to get his answers, though they left him with more questions than before. The Hales had been a fairly respectable wolf pack, maybe not the largest ever, but definitely one of the most influential. Peter Hale was definitely a werewolf, and definitely not the alpha, which meant either Laura or Derek, wherever they were, was the new Hale alpha and they'd just left Peter behind when they left. There had been absolutely no contact with either of the younger Hales since two days after the fire, and absolutely no visitors that weren't hospital staff since Peter had come in.

"This isn't right," Stiles muttered under his breath, staring at Peter's file in his lap as he sat in a chair next to the man. "You're a wolf, you should be healing. You should have your pack with you. None of this is right!" Amber eyes lifted from the pages to look at the man, himself, flashing red briefly as he took in the destressing sight in front of him. "I can smell your pain," the ten year old whispered. "I can smell your fear. This isn't right." Amber flashed red again as Stiles came to a decision. "If I said I could heal you, would you accept?" There was no response, but he wasn't expecting one in the first place. "Your alpha abandoned you, hasn't even called you in a month. As far as I'm concerned, you're fair game. Peter, whatever did this to you, whatever hurt you so badly you can't heal properly, it will never hurt you again," Stiles said, Wishing it so. "You're going to get better, you got that? No more being trapped in this hospital room all by yourself. You're going to get better, and when you do, I'm going to offer you a place in my sleuth, my pack." Amber eyes flashed red one last time and blue eyes flashed back.

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Noah Stilinski rubbed his face with a sigh as he put his cruiser in park. He'd been about to clock out when the department got a frantic call from the hospital. Apparently, within an hour of school ending for the day, one of the newer residents in the long-term ward suddenly woke up and ran off without anyone seeing him. When the monitors had gone off in his room, nurses had immediately flocked to it, assuming the worst, only to find, not the dead body they'd been expecting, but a completely empty room. The door had been shut, the windows latched, and the in room bathroom empty. The police had done all they could to find the man, but after multiple hours of nothing, they had no trail, nothing to go off of, and so they called it a night and sent half the search party home. It was just after nine o'clock at night, Claudia and Stiles should have gotten back from closing up the bookstore about half an hour ago, and he honestly just hoped they had something ready for dinner. Sadly, that wasn't to be. He knew something was off the moment he walked in through the door. Claudia was lecturing Stiles on something, from the sounds of it.

"—know I raised you better than that, young man!"

"But mom, I did ask! He couldn't respond, but I did ask first! And anyway, put yourself in his shoes for a moment, if you were in that much pain, wouldn't you want the pain gone in any way possible? I just did the more morally acceptable thing and healed him. Drink your hot coco, Peter, if Professor Lupin swears by the stuff, then you know it's gotta be good."

Peter. Stiles. Noah walked into the living room to see Claudia standing by the coffee table with her back to the door, arms crossed and foot tapping irritably against the rug, Stiles in front of the couch with a blanket in hand, and a very much not missing Peter Hale sitting on said couch, buried under two other blankets, clutching a mug of Swiss Miss brand hot chocolate and wearing—

"Is that my old police academy sweatshirt?" Noah asked incredulously, instantly gaining the attention of everyone in the room.

"Oh hey, papa! Look who I found! And yeah, he only had a hospital gown on, so I dug out some of your old clothes for him, hope you don't mind!" Stiles greeted him with a bright grin on his face, but Noah's gaze was fixated on Peter—and the very wide, very much glowing blue eyes aimed in his direction. Stiles followed his gaze and slumped a little. "Oh. Well, that wolf is out of the bag now, I guess." He perked back up a moment later, though. "However, I did always say great uncle Aleksy's "Humans Can't Be Pack" thing was rather silly, so I'm not too torn up over it!"

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TADA! Chapter two! (And yes, it's gonna be chapter two in the AO3 fic lol) I had a lot of fun planning this one out with my mom, we were throwing ideas back and forth at each other last night after I posted yesterday's ficlet, and I even started writing this before I went to bed to ensure I wouldn't forget them all (⁠✿⁠^⁠‿⁠^⁠) I was originally going to try writing this yesterday, but the only ideas I had were better suited for chapter three or four, so I ended up putting it off until today, and I think both yesterday's fic and today's fic are much better for it <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠>

I'm pretty much planning on continuing this fic, yesterday's fic, and last Saturday's fic for the rest of the month, with a few oddballs thrown in when I can't think of anything for those three series, just letting y'all know (⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)⁠.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ all by readers are awesome, whether they're on Tumblr or AO3 (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

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