Hello everybody, I would like to say the story that I publish are not written by me.
My account only give a stage for stories I read and thought it would be more comfortable to read them hear at fanfiction.
The story is called:Future Dreams
By: littlefrog1025
From: Archive Of Our Own (or for short: ao3)
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Summery; Stiles accidentally summons he and Derek's children from the future to the present.
Credits are saved for:littlefrog1025
"Stiles, relax. It's okay. We're going to find her."
"This is exactly why my dad wouldn't let me have a dog! He's right! I'm irresponsible and immature! I don't deserve to care for another living thing!"
"Don't you think you're being a little hard on yourself, dude," Scott says.
"Scott, what are we doing right now?"
"Posting flyers for your lost cat."
"And how long did I have Luna before she went missing—correction: before I lost her?"
"Uh, I don't know. Like, 2 or 3 weeks…?"
"Right! Exactly! I designated putting myself in charge of taking care of something important and precious and I fucked up!"
Scott sees the genuine sense of failure on Stiles' face as his eyes turn wet with tears he tries to fights back.
"You're not a horrible person. Luna's just missing, and we'll find her. I promise."
"I left the window open. I'm such an idiot..."
Scott takes the rest of the flyers from Stiles' hand. "Why don't you go home and wait for her, see if she comes back that way? That way you're home, too. In case somebody she comes home. I'll put the rest of the flyers up."
Stiles wipes his eyes with his sleeve. "…It's almost her dinner time. She eats with me while I do my chemistry homework."
"Okay. That's good. She has a schedule with you, a routine. Which means she'll be hungry and find her way back home. You should go and wait for her."
Stiles really doesn't want to cease putting up flyers and asking random strangers if they've seen his beloved cat, but he's exhausted with worry, and from roaming Beacon Hills on foot for the last 3 hours. Plus, Scott has a good point. Better he be home, in case she wanders back that way, or someone finds her and wants to bring her back to him.
Stiles nods. "Thanks, Scott," he says, low and defeated.
"Want me to walk you back to the jeep?"
"No. Thanks though."
Scott watches Stiles jaywalk across the street with slumped shoulders toward his jeep. He picks up the masking tape and staple gun and heads to the gaslight post at the end of the block.
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Derek is reading The Age of Innocence for the third time in his life when he hears it. An odd noise, like a cry stuck between begging and annoyance. Without lifting his head from his book he knows: cat.
The meow comes again, accompanied with claws attempting to scratch at glass.
He lifts his head to take note of the animal. Luna. Stiles' cat. The one he's been obsessed over for almost a month now.
It's big, feline eyes look directly at him, all sad and lonely, wanting to come in and be petted and fed. It's a beautiful animal, Derek must admit. A Bengal cat, covered in spots like a leopard, long and agile like one, too.
It scratches again at the glass door, eyeing the werewolf, asking for help.
Why'd it come here? Stiles has never even brought it over here…
Derek closes his book and strides to the door. He opens it just a hair, but it's enough for Luna to slip in and make herself comfortable. On the couch. Right in the spot he was sitting. Purring and looking at him adoringly.
Definitely, Stiles' cat. It's just as intrusive.
Her tail beats playfully on the cushions, no doubt getting hair all over it.
"I'm not feeding you. I unfortunately had to listen to 20 minutes of your owner describing the strict diet he has you on, 'of only the most expensive cat food', so no," he says crossing his arms over his barrel chest.
Luna hops down off the couch and approaches him. She rubs her body all over his legs and feet, purring like mad.
Derek gives in. He can not; she's too adorable. He picks her up, cradling her like a baby, scratching her atop her head. She purrs louder. Happy.
"What are you doing here, huh? Stiles let you out? No. He wouldn't let you out of his sight. Wonder if he even knows where you are…"
Luna bats at his bearded chin.
"Alright. Let's get you home. I have a feeling Stiles has no idea where you've run off to."
Derek holds her securely in his arms as he walks to the front door, grabbing his keys and jacket.
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Stiles opens the door. Eyes red-rimmed from crying, cellphone clutched in his hand- "Luna!" He snatches her from Derek's hold with a relieved smile, and kisses her repeatedly all over her face. "Where have you been?! Do you know how worried I was?! I was panicking all day, you bad bad kitty!"
"You had a panic attack?"
"What," he asks, finally acknowledging Derek. "No, but I was near one. I was so freaked out. Where'd you find her?"
"She came to me. At the house."
"All the way out at Hale House?! How'd you get all the way there," he says to the cat.
"She caught the bus," Derek answers.
Stiles looks stunned for the briefest of moments, caught off guard before a smile breaks wide onto his mouth. He snorts. "Good one, sourwolf. That was actually funny."
Derek shrugs with his usual disaffected look. He turns to step off the porch—
"Wait. Where you going?"
"Home," he says, a bit confused by the question. Where else would he be going?
"You don't want the reward? I promised a reward if she was found."
"I'm good without it, Stiles."
"Well, at least let me do something for you. You don't know what it means to have her back to me."
"It's fine, Stiles. Really." Derek just wants to get home and finish his book. He's right at the part where Newland begs Ellen to be his mistress.
Stiles steps out onto the porch then. "Derek, look. I know we're not friends, but it was really nice of you to bring Luna back home. I was really upset about her running off. I was actually really upset with myself mostly though."
"Why?"
Stiles shrugged. "I just thought she was one more thing I fucked up by being a spaz."
"You're not a spaz, Stiles."
Stiles rolls his eyes. "Really? You never thought that? Said that?"
Stiles might not be a wolf, but he's great at detecting bullshit. "You're not a spaz, Stiles. Really. You're…" Derek shifts into his beta form, all red eyes and fangs!
"What?!" What's going on?!"
"Stay here."
"What? Out here? Why," Stiles questions.
"It's in the house," Derek snarls, head tilted to the second story of the Stilinski home. Derek barges in, smelling the air, taking careful steps toward the stairs.
A loud thud from the top floor rattles the chandelier in the dining area!
"What the fuck was that," Stiles whispers, still holding tight to Luna.
"Stay back, Stiles," Derek barked at him in a hushed tone.
"Look, this is my house and if some asshole, or supernatural dickwad wants to burgle it and kill me, then I'm going to put up one hell of a fight before it happens."
"While clutching for dear life to your cat?"
"You know, it's amazing how you can still be a snarky jerk while shifted. I would have thought the fangs would make it too hard to talk."
"I feel that way about you whenever your mouth is full of food."
Stiles readies for a comeback, when a teenage girl hurries down the stairs! She turns to her right, then stops, looking lost and confused. "What the hell," she murmurs. She pulls the headphones from her ears. She turns around to Derek and Stiles staring at her. "Daddy, why are we at grandpa's house?"
"Hey, dad, can I—" a teenage boy starts as he trots down the steps into the foyer. "Wait, what? How'd we get at grandpa's house?"
"That's what I said," the girl replies.
"Who are you," Derek growls, standing protectively in front of Stiles.
"Who are we," the girl responds, sounding shocked. She and the boy exchange nervous looks.
"Well, answer him," Stiles pipes up.
"Seriously," the boy asks.
Derek growls at him.
"Oh, my God! Okay. Okay. Jesus, dad."
"Dad? Dad," Stiles repeats.
"What's going on? I don't like this. It feels weird," the girl says.
She does look uneasy. And Stiles has the strangest desire to comfort her.
"Me, neither. This isn't cool you guys. What's happening? Is this a test or something, dad," the boy says to Derek.
Derek looks at him curiously… He steps closer to him, sniffing the air between them. The boy remains in place, nervous but not scared, as Derek approaches him. Derek's in his space, nose close to the boy, smelling him, trying to detect…something. "Werewolf," he says softly. He turns wide-eyed and back to human form at Stiles. "What did you do?!"
"Me?! I didn't do jack shit!"
"Stiles."
"I didn't!"
"Something happened. What did you do all day," he says, looking stern with his arms folded.
"Don't give me that accusatory tone! I told you. I didn't do anything."
"You didn't acquire an amulet, or run into a witch, or do a spell…?"
Stiles looks sheepish.
Derek scoffs with a disapproving glare. "Well, which one is it?"
"I… might have…sort of…kind of…did…a lost and found spell. Well, it was supposed to be a lost and found spell. For Luna."
Derek pinches the bridge of his nose. "Jesus Christ. Fucking teenagers…"
"Oh, fuck you, Derek! I just wanted to find my cat!"
"And you couldn't do it the normal way? With flyers or something? How'd the spell go this wrong?"
"I don't know. I… I had to improvise with an ingredient."
"What ingredient?"
"...The spell needed water from the Nile River…and I might've used just plain tap water instead. But that's only because I didn't have the 'blessed water from the Nile'!"
"Then you shouldn't have done the spell!"
"I know! And I know I could've gone to Deaton, but he would have been such a tool about it and given me this whole long speech about 'responsible magic use' or something, and just denied me the stuff, so I did it on my own!"
"Clearly! And guess what?! Now, my kids are here!"
"Your what?"
"My kids," he gestures to the boy and girl. "They're my children. I assume."
The boy and girl nod, confirming.
"I think you're a little too young for teens, sourwolf. Unless you started, like, really young, which I hope you didn't—"
"From the future, Stiles," Derek huffs, annoyed.
Stiles takes a long look at both of them. The boy definitely looks like he could be Derek's son: all dark hair, gorgeous eyes and stark eyebrows. The girl on the other hand, could be Derek's, but Stiles thinks she may take after more of her mother. She has long, brown hair and a perfect nose. A pouty pink mouth and light eyes, the color of lilac. They're gorgeous.
Why wouldn't they be? They're Derek's children, Stiles thinks to himself.
"So…I time traveled your kids from the future… My bad."
Derek shuts his eyes tight. Counting to 10 silently for patience.
"Can you guys stop fighting? Please. I know this is scary and weird and all, but it makes us uncomfortable," the boy says.
The girl nods in agreement.
"Sorry. It's just…something we do. A lot," Stiles says.
The two teens exchange nervous looks again.
"You guys fight? A lot? Why," the boy asks.
"Because he's infuriating," Derek replies.
"And he's churlish," Stiles counters.
"Yeah, but, you guys make up, right," the girl asks, sounding hopeful.
"We just move on. No time for apologies when hunters are trying to kill you," Derek tells him.
"There's also no time for 'thank yous' apparently, either," Stiles mumbles, but he's sure Derek heard him.
"It's the past. Things are different. They have yet to change. That's all," the boy tells his perceivable sister. She nods, understanding, accepting his attempt to make her feel better.
"What now then," she asks.
"We go to Deaton. See what evasive bullshit he can tell us on how to get you two back to your time, I guess. What time is that by the way," Stiles inquires.
"2039," the girl answers. "Who's Deaton?"
"He's a vet. And he was the emissary for the Hale pack," Stiles answers.
"Wait. You're not the emissary, tata," she asks.
"…E-Excuse me? W-W-What did you call me?"
"Why would Stiles be my emissary," Derek asks.
"Wait. Let's get back to you," he says, pointing to the girl. "What did you call me," Stiles asks again.
"Tata. Like I always do," she says.
"That...That's what I thought you said," Stiles says softly, looking as though he's a beat away from fainting.
"What does 'tata' mean," Derek asks.
The teens turn to their "father" with confusion on their faces.
"'Dad'. Tata means 'dad' in Polish," Stiles answers. And for the first time since Derek brought her back, Stiles lets go of Luna, riddled with such shock he doesn't even notice her sprint for the window. Which he still has left open.
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Derek opens the door. Scott comes barging in. "What happened? Where's Stiles? What did you do to him?" Allison, Lydia, and Jackson follow inside after him.
"Calm down. He's fine. He's in the living room," Derek nods further into the house. "I didn't do anything."
"He said it was an emergency."
"And it is." Derek steps aside, allowing Scott to walk deeper into the house to find his friend.
"Why is he even here?"
"Go. Ask. Him," Derek grits through his teeth, annoyed already by Scott.
"Jesus, McCall, seriously," Jackson snaps, just as aggravated. At least Jackson has some sense. The beta passes them and goes inside.
Scott glares at Derek as he follows Jackson's lead, Allison holding his hand.
Lydia stays put. Eyes flitting around at everything. "The house is nice. You did a good job rebuilding it."
"Thanks," Derek says, closing the door.
"I didn't think Erica had such sophisticated taste," she says in that perfectly snide, Lydia way.
"Isaac designed everything, with Erica's help. And her taste, is plenty sophisticated," he snides back at her.
He doesn't have to take this shit. They don't have to be here. He told Stiles to call them because they're his friends and he figured they'd want to know. To help. Not come to his home and be completely disrespectful. Especially about his betas.
"If you say so."
"I do," Derek says with a smirk. "Especially her sophisticated taste in boys," he jabs about Lydia and her detrimental relationship with Jackson.
She doesn't like that, as evident by her upturned nose as she heads into the living room.
Derek smiles, proud of himself, and heads into the living room, too. Boyd, Erica, and Isaac are already present, along with Derek's kids.
"Okay. Great. Now that everybody's here, let's get started and figure out how to fix all this. Which I admittedly fucked up," Stiles says, glancing at Derek.
"Stiles, what's going on? Who are these two werewolves," Scott interrupts.
"I'll get to that, Scottie. Hang on a minute. Before that, I just want to say that I know we don't all get along, and we've been doing nothing but working against each other, instead of with each other—"
"For fuck's sake, Stilinski," Jackson groans.
Derek readies to lay into him for being rude when—
"Show some respect, you ignorant reptile," Derek's daughter snaps at Jackson, eyes burning bright gold as she growls.
Jackson actually jumps back a little from the girl. Derek hides a proud smile on his face, but she catches it anyway and winks at him.
"I just wanted to say—before I was fucking interrupted—that this is a big one, and I think we're all going to need to work together on this, because according to his outgoing message, Deaton is on vacation for 2 weeks, which I didn't even think he did or knew was a thing normal people do."
"He's not on vacation. He's at a convention in Boston, and he's visiting his brother who's sick," Scott corrects.
"Regardless, he's not here."
"Just tell us what happened, Stiles," Allison says.
"I tried to do a spell to find my lost cat and somehow brought mine and Derek's kids from the future to here," he blurts out quickly.
The room draws silent for a beat.
"Run that by me one more time," Isaac says.
"…This is Claudia…my daughter. Our daughter. Mine, and Derek's."
Claudia gives a small wave.
"And this is DJ, our son," Stiles finishes.
"You're fucking with us. And I don't have time for bullshit, Stilinski," Jackson says, rising out of his chair.
"He's not," Erica says, looking long and hard at the two new wolves. She steps close to them and sniffs. "They smell. Like them. Like pack."
Another heartbeat of silence fills the room before the wolves lunge to inhale DJ and Claudia...
Scott's eyes are cartoonishly wide. "They…They smell, like the both of you. Like—"
"Like I gave birth to them? Yeah, seems male pregnancy is a thing with supernatural creatures and the humans they're mated to, Scottie," Stiles says. He's trying to sound sarcastic, but Stiles is nothing if not a little rattled at discovering such a thing is possible. And happens to him years from now.
"Wait. So, in the future, you and Derek hook up, and have two kids," Jackson asks.
"They don't 'hook up'. They're married. And there aren't just two of us. There's four," DJ responds.
"FOUR," everyone shouts. Stiles and Derek included.
"Yeah. Me, Claude, and the twins, Tally and Theo," DJ replies with a shrug.
Stiles falls into an armchair. "Four… I let sourwolf knock me up three times..."
"Tally and Theo? After my parents," Derek asks. He can't help the curiosity in his tone.
DJ nods. "Yeah. We call Talia 'Tally' for short."
"My aunts used to call my mom that..." Derek remembers.
Stiles comes out of shock enough to take notice of the mournful, reminiscent look on Derek's face at the mention of his family. Claudia gently touches Derek's hand. And something inside Stiles warms a little at the interaction.
"How old are the twins," Erica asks.
"That's what you want to know," Scott shouts.
Erica shrugs.
"Eight," DJ answers.
"How do we know you are who you say you are," Lydia asks, because some logic and brass tacks needs to be implemented into this conversation. "How do we know you're not changelings, sent here to kill everyone?"
Claudia rolls her eyes.
"And who are you," DJ asks, folding his arms over his chest with a hard stare at the redhead, and looking way too much like Derek at the moment.
Lydia looks taken aback as though the question should be obvious. But by the look on DJ's face, she can see he's serious. It throws her off a bit. "I'm-I'm Lydia. Lydia Martin."
DJ shrugs. And?
"I'm a friend. Of your dad's. Stiles' friend. We're pack."
"No, you're not," he says blantantly. "We've never met you. Let alone heard of you."
Lydia is a little shocked. Her pride wounded. Stiles doesn't talk about her, and she's not around. She's not pack in the future.
"There's only three other people in this room we know. And they're pack," DJ tells her.
"Who," Allison asks.
"Certainly not you, huntress," DJ says.
"Uncle Boyd, Uncle Isaac, and Aunt Erica. That's who we know. That's our pack," Claudia speaks up.
The three betas exchange grins.
"You don't know me? 'Uncle Scott'?"
DJ scoffs. "We know of you. You made tata choose between you and dad. And chose dad," DJ says smugly.
Stiles and Scott lock eyes, thrown by the news. They're best friends. Brothers. For life. Always. They'd never… They're pack. Family. They can't drift apart, let alone have a nasty falling out. They need one another.
Scott snaps. "This whole thing is ridiculous! You're both changelings, like Lydia said! There's no way Stiles would ever be with Derek! He hates him! They hate each other! And Stiles is my friend! He's in my pack! We're loyal to each other, and you two are… You're freaks," Scott outbursts.
Derek's face hardens at Scott's yelling and name-calling his children.
Stiles breaks from the armchair. "Scott! Calm down."
"No! They don't know what they're talking about! Dudes don't get pregnant, and you wouldn't with Derek! Especially with Derek! He's an asshole!"
DJ's eyes turn yellow and his teeth draw into sharp fangs. He snaps out the claws on his right hand. "I'd watch it if I were you."
Scott gets in DJ's face. "Oh, yeah? And what are you going to do?"
Derek makes to break it up, but Stiles is there instantly, pushing between them. "Calm down guys. Really. Scott relax and DJ back down."
Scott's brow furrows and DJ raises an eyebrow, daring Scott to make the first move. This is ugly and there's about to be bloodshed on Derek's nice carpet. Scott's too dug in, but DJ still has an air of calm around him. He's just waiting on Scott.. So if anyone's got a cooler head...
"DJ back down," Stiles tells him.
"Dad! He—"
"I said back down," Stiles repeats sternly, knowing he has to at least have parental authority over the werewolf.
Reluctantly, DJ's features shift back to human.
Stiles turns to his friend. "They're not changelings, Scott. They are mine. And Derek's. I feel that. I mean, Claudia is not only named after my mom, but she looks exactly like her! You smelled them! Changelings can do a lot, but duplicate a person's smell…? No way. You know that. Now, I don't exactly know what leads to them being my kids, but they are, and they're stuck here, which means future-me is probably freaking the fuck out right about now, so we need to get them back home. To their time. I need help with that. Will you help me? Please?"
Scott scowls hard at the two teens, then at Derek… "No."
"Really, Scott? After everything I've done for you?"
"Why should I help? You're not in my pack, and I'm not in yours."
"In the future!"
"Doesn't matter what time! You choose Derek! And the last thing I'm going to do is help him and his stupid pack!"
"God. You are such an infant. Just an selfish infant!"
"Well, at least I'm not Derek's pet!"
That one hurt. Way below the belt.
"Please, let me hit him, tata. Please," DJ begs. Claudia, Boyd, Isaac, and Erica rise to their feet behind him, itching for something to go off, too.
Stiles is angry. Disappointed. Stunned. But most of all brokenhearted. Scott's being pissy, and mean, just to spite Derek, and holding unforseen events against Stiles that haven't even occurred yet. Fine. Stiles can be a dick, too. "No. We're just going to let him go. He'll realize soon enough that he can barely wipe his ass without me," Stiles smarts.
Scott slams out of the room, and right out the front door! Allison chases after him.
Jackson gets to his feet. "Lydia."
She hesitates. Curiosity, and something else Stiles can't pinpoint, make her tentative in leaving.
"Lydia. Come on."
Reluctantly, she lets Jackson lead her out of the house. They listen as the front door closes.
"…Well, that was pleasant," Isaac jokes.
Stiles rolls his eyes at Isaac's attempt at humor.
"...Are you okay, tata," Claudia asks.
"He just needs to cool off."
"I didn't ask about Scott. I asked about you."
Stiles turns to his daughter, "I'm fine. Scott is—"
"A jerk," DJ asks sarcastically.
"He can be," Stiles admits. "And sometimes he's the best friend a guy could have." The sadness perfuming off Stiles makes the whole room smell tart, like fermented tea.
"It's been a long night. I think everyone should get some sleep, and we'll figure everything out in the morning," Derek suggests.
"Um, dad," Claudia says, gaining his attention. Derek's a little surprised at himself at how swiftly that's come to sound good. "My room is Aunt Erica's room," she continues.
"And mine is Uncle Isaac's," DJ adds.
"It's cool. Isaac and I will crash in the family room," Erica compromises.
"Thanks, Aunt Erica." They kiss her cheek and she blushes.
"Can we hug you two 'goodnight'," DJ asks. "It would feel kind of weird not to."
Derek unfolds his arms, chancing a glance at Stiles, hoping he responses first so that he can follow his lead.
"Um, y-yeah. Sure," Stiles says.
DJ and Claudia take turns hugging both Stiles then Derek. It should feel odd, but it's not. It feels warm, and comforting, like the most natural thing in the world.
DJ and Claudia turn to head up the stairs-
"Hey. What's DJ stand for," Stiles asks.
"Derek, Jr."
Derek wants to control the rapid beat of his heart, but he knows DJ can hear it when he shoots him a proud smile.
"Should've known," Stiles smirks.
DJ and Claudia say their 'goodnights' one more time before heading upstairs to turn in.
"Thanks for giving up your room, Catwoman. You, too, Isaac. That was nice, and I'm sure they can use a bit of normalcy since this whole thing happened."
Erica shrugs. "No sweat. They're the Alpha's kids, right?" She pecks Stiles' cheek, leaving a big, red lip print. "Don't worry about McCall. He'll come around. With his tail between his legs." She says 'goodnight' and saunters upstairs.
"So…you two get married and have kids… Fucking weird. But least they're cute," Isaac comments. He, too, then makes his way upstairs. Boyd simply pats Derek on the shoulder, then goes to his room quietly.
"Jesus," Stiles groans under his breath.
"…Are you sure you're alright? Your best friend just walked out on you."
"I know. I was there."
"I'm not rubbing it in. I'm just—"
"I know, Derek. I'm just being a smart-ass. As per usual."
Derek snorts.
"Did I just make you laugh?"
"Don't tell anyone. I'll lose my street cred."
Stiles' face brightens. "Two really funny jokes in one day. Must be my birthday." Derek gives a genuine smile, and Stiles suddenly feels like he won the lottery. "Can you believe we're supposed to be married, and with four kids? Maybe it's not the future, but an alternate universe," Stiles half-jokes.
"Maybe. But I don't think so."
"…Me, neither... Look, um, my dad is working a double, and I don't exactly want to be home, by myself—"
"You can spend the night. You didn't have to ask."
"Yes, I did. But thank you."
Derek nods. "You can have my room."
"I don't want to put you out."
"Its fine, Stiles. I'll sleep in the family room with Erica and Isaac."
Boyd, Isaac, and Erica trot downstairs in their nightclothes, carrying pillows and blankets.
"Stiles can take my room. I can stay in the family room with Erica and Isaac," Boyd offers, obviously having heard their conversation.
"Thanks, Boyd," Stiles tells him.
The three betas disappear into the family room.
"See? Now, you're not put out."
Derek nods, letting it go before they spiral on a loop into their usual back-and-forth. "We'll talk in the morning."
"Right."
"I'm going to call my dad."
"Where are you going to tell him you're at?"
He can't tell the sheriff he's with Scott. He might call Melissa, asking for Stiles, or trying to confirm he's even there. And despite Derek being exonerated for killing his own sister, Derek assumes Stiles isn't about to let his father know he's spending the night at his house.
"With Danny. He's met him. Knows he's on the lacrosse team, and thinks he's nice. Easy cover."
"Right."
"Where's Boyd's room? I think I'm going to turn in, too."
"Up the steps. First door on the left."
"Thanks. Goodnight, Derek."
Derek watches Stiles head upstairs. "'Night."