Hello, fanfiction! It's been awhile! Here's a Teen Wolf story with a side plot of Sterek! Rated 'T' for cursing and violence!
! Daddy!Stiles, BAMF!Stiles, Failwolf!Derek, OlderSexy!Everyone !
ENJOY AND REVIEW, PLEASE!
(I don't own Teen Wolf. :*{)
The young man felt shivers wrack his frame and he tugged his hoodie and denim jacket tighter around his shoulders, looking up past the heads of several parents and guardians that were also clustered at the school. It was mid autumn and chilly, reminiscent of his hometown and bringing melancholy memories up to the young man's conscious mind. He shrugged, looking around for a head of honey beige curls and bright eyes. As if knowing he was looking for her, a little girl cried out, "Daddy!" and ran at his legs, latching her arms around his knees.
Nearly knocked off balance, the young man let out a loud "oomph!" and rested his hand on the child's hair. She looked up at him, giggling and chattering on about her day. The man chuckled and picked her up, nuzzling her cheek with his nose. "So you had a good day at school?"
The little girl nodded, beaming, and launched into a story about recess as her father carried her over to his motorcycle. He could feel the dirty looks coming from the parents around him. Screw them. I love my baby girl and I'd never let anything happen to her. She's perfectly safe in the booster seat, and there's even a helmat! Fastening the little girl into the booster seat that had been specially made for her and fastened to the motorcycle by his own hands, the young man put on her helmat and little teal goggles, making sure she was in tight before putting on his own gloves, helmat, and goggles.
"Who's that, Daddy?"
The man looked up, his breath hitching in his throat when he saw the dark, suspicious figure staring at them. It was another man, his eyes dark black and his teeth sharp like knives. "Crap."
"Da-"
"Not now, kochanie, Daddy's working on bezpieczeństwo, okay?"
It was their little way of communicating, the Polish. After all, she was born in Poland, and he knew it from his mother. The important thing was that the people chasing them didn't know it, which meant he could speak to her and consol her without the people knowing. Shit, shit, shit, shit. What am I gonna do? Hmm? Whatcha gonna do, Daddy? Kochanie's counting on you and we haven't seen these guys in months and I had no fucking clue they were here and dear God how long have they known we're here-
"Daddy."
The voice was soft and gentle, much too mature for the little girl who only moments ago was blabbering on about goldfish and Disney princesses. The young man looked at his daughter, who offered him a small smile. "Are you okay? Are we gonna move again?"
Nodding reluctantly, the man kissed the little girl's forehead, revving up his motorcycle. "Yeah, księżniczka, we're moving again." But where? Jesus Christ, I thought we'd lost them for sure and then- shit. Shit. He's coming towards us. Shit, shit, shit shit shitshitshit-
The man took off on his motorcycle, looking backwards to see that the person tailing them had dropped down to all fours and was propelling his body at ridiculously high speeds. "Shit-"
"Bad Daddy! Bad words!" the little girl behind him exclaimed, kicking up her little feet and hitting his back in protest.
The man chuckled lowly. "Yeah, you're right, sorry, kochanie. Daddy's sorry. No more bad words." But I gotta get this bastard off our tail. Mountain ash it is, then... "Chować, kochanie."
The little girl obliged her father without retaliation, ducking her head down as he turned and threw a large handful of sparkling black grains backwards, whispering a few words in Latin and watching with a smirk as a tornado of black ash consumed the man following them. He turned around, smiling at the victory- but only for a moment. Four other men- creatures, with black eyes and fangs and soulless bodies- burst out in front of him, making him swear and swirve, turning abruptly onto a small country road. His daughter shrieked, clinging onto her stuffed bunny like a lifeline as tears of fear welled in her eyes. "Stay down, księżniczka!" he ordered her over his shoulder, speeding up the bike as he left behind the town, left behind their belongings and their home and their friends, one hand going behind him to wrap around his baby girl's tiny hand. He was leaving. He was taking his daughter and leaving, leaving like how they always left, with their tails between their legs and monsters on their haunches, nipping at their heels.
I need help, the young man admitted to himself, glancing at the little girl's tear-streaked face. We need help... Dammit...
With a flick of his wrist, the man launched his motorcycle down a different path, heading west rather than north. I need my pack.
