Hello again! Ok, so I am so thankful for all of the reviews/favs and follows. I literally love you guys so much! Also, I am so sorry that the chapters are very short, I really don't mean but hey, shorter chapters, quicker updates! Plus I can never really write mcuh. Also I am so sorry for sucky smut, I just can't write it, also sorry about the italics glitch last chapter, I was writing on my tablet. AND HOLY CRAPALOOOO I JUST WATCH SEASON 3 EPISODE 3 I WAS LIKE CRYING THE WHOLE TIME.


Derek POV

"What the fuck!?" Derek's eyes opened slowly to see the sheriff standing at the bedroom door, Stiles' bedroom door. Derek looked down to see the blanket at his and Stiles' feet. The older man whacked Stiles in the shoulder in an attempt to wake him up quicker.
"Derek piss off! I want to sleep for longer, I have a fucking hangover and my ass is sore ok?" Stiles grumbled deeply.
"Stiles!" Derek and the sheriff yelled in unision.
"What De-d-dad!" Stiles said, shocked as he look into his fathers eyes, then Derek's, then back to his father.
"Would you care to explain?" John -The Sheriff- said moving closer to the bed, avoiding looking at Derek's junk. He pulled the blanket up to his waist, accidentally hitting Stiles in the leg.

"Derek I think you should go." John looked at Derek sternly. "But we will definitely talk about this later, when you are in a prison cell."

"Daaaaad..."
"Stiles, shut up." Derek looked to his younger lover, his mate.
"No, you aren't really in the position to be shouting orde-"
"Stiles, shut up. Or I will rip your throat out, with my teeth."
"I'm sorry? Why the hell would you be using your teeth, to rip out my sons throat?"

Derek looked between the Sheriff and Stiles, sighing quietly. Derek let his teeth elongate, his eyes glow red and his sharp claws grow from his hand.

"Yeah, dad. That'd be why." Stiles said calmly.
"Y-you know about this! You know about werewolves!?"
"Wait, what?"


Stiles POV

So his dad knew, that was an interesting development. "I'd really hoped you would never find out, she never wanted you to know about this world."
"How did she know?" Stiles asked quietly.
"It was a family thing. The Argents are funny that way."
"Argent!" Derek growled at his side, wrapping his arms around Stiles. "Mine! MINE! Mine." Derek snarled at the sheriff, before nuzzling into Stiles' neck.

"Ah, Derek," Stiles laughed nervously. "Not really helping our situation."

"Get off of my son, out of his bed, and out of my FUCKING house." John said in a calm tone.

Derek stood slowly, covering himself as much as possible and headed to the bathroom. "I said out." John ordered.

"With all due respect, Sheriff, i'm not leaving." Derek matched his glare, hell, he fucking beat it.

"Ok, so we can all have this talk together." Stiles announced, both of the men glared at him.


Derek POV

Derek was staring at Stiles in horror, sure he didn't want to leave, doesn't mean he wants to talk to his father about last nights encounter. Derek still couldn't get the thoughts out of his head, Stiles' mother was an Argent, as in Kate, Kate Argent. Which meant Stiles was an Argent. Don't be stupid, he's a Stillinski. Derek shook his head as an attempt to clear it, it didn't help.

Still standing awkwardly at Stiles' bathroom door, naked, Derek slowly pushed open the door so he could get dressed. He tried not to focus on their conversation, but he couldn't help it.

"I can't believe this Stiles. I thought you were more responsible then this."

"Dad, I know you might not believe this, but it's not his fault, I was drunk out of my min-"
"You were drunk! You mean he took advantage of you!?"
"N-no daaad. He didn't take advantage of me, he was trying to leave and I made him stay."
"You? Made him stay? An alpha werewolf, how stupid d you think I am?"

It was quiet for a moment, but not for too long.

"I don't think you're stupid, dad, what I think is that I really like him, fuck I might even love him. And i'm pretty sure he feels the same way. And I refuse to leave him."

Derek smiled to himself as he heard this, his mate accepted the bond.

Shit yeah.


Stiles POV

At least an hour had passed since his father had found out about him and Derek, and now John was hoping to talk to the two of them about it, awkward. Stiles sighed to himself, he couldn't get last night out of his head, it was so... amazing. He wasn't going to deny his feelings for Derek any longer, now that he knew the Alpha shared them. He'd always feared that Derek would hate him if he found out.

The strange thing about his attraction was the fact that Stiles wasn't even gay, for god's sake, he'd been in love with Lydia Martin for 10 years, but then he met Derek.

He realized he loved him the night in the pool, when he risked everything, including his own life, saving him. Since then Stiles hadn't been able to get Derek out of his mind. And he always wanted him around, like always. Earlier when Derek had retreated to the bathroom Stiles had sat on his bed alone and just thought about everything that he'd learnt over the past 24 hours.

The first, was he was definitely in love with Derek Fucking Hale.

The second, is that his father had actually known about the existence of werewolves, and Stiles still didn't know as to how far that knowledge extended.

And the third, his mother was a hunter, or at least came from a family of them. His own mother was a part of the family who hunted the people who were like Derek. Stiles felt sick to his stomach, to think that he was related to the evil bitch Kate Argent. He was related to the same person who had burnt Derek's family alive all those years ago.

Stiles was saddened by the thought of what had happened to Derek, of what he'd lost. Stiles could never imagine that pain, he'd never want to. To lose the ones who you hold so close, who you love so much. Stiles heart ached at the thought of losing father, let alone all of his family, his friends.

That's the thing, he couldn't.

Stiles sighed to himself -yet again- as he walked down the stairs and into the small kitchen/dining room, to meet the disappointed glances of his father.

"So, what do you say we have a one week grounding, no laptop, no phone-"

"No Derek."
"Sorry to break it to you dad, but that isn't happening."
"And why is that?"
"Because Stiles is my mate, as I am his." Derek said, walking down the stairs in nothing but his very low-cut pajama pants. The sheriff raised his eyebrows, but didn't say anything.

"So, it's about time we had that talk?" John looked at both of the younger men, he asked it as a question, but it was obvious that he wasn't expecting an answer.


Ok, so I really hope you guys enjoyed this chapter, also I have now capitalized the 'fucking' in between Derek and Hale, it's just sort of become one with his name. R&R :) :) :) :)