Loving Stiles
Loving stiles is easy. He's open, excepting, and enthusiastic about everything. Stiles is the one that the pack is drawn to when in trouble or pain. His is the lap Allison cried into on the anniversary of her mother's death, filled with the anger of her betrayal and the pain of her loss. Stiles is the only one to hear Jackson whispered confession that he feels that one slip and he will let his parents down causing them to regret their choice in his adoption.
But it's with the children and young creatures that Stiles' gift is most apparent. Like flowers to the sun, babies and toddlers follow Stiles where ever he goes. They hold chubby little arms up to him to lift, cling to his legs, and gurgle and laugh from shopping carts as his passes them in the aisles.
There's never been a puppy that did not greet Stiles like an unmet best friend. Kittens bumble in furry knots at his feet. Once Derek saw a days old fawn, eyes bright with curiosity, reaching its nose to touch Stiles' outstretched fingers. Maybe there is something about innocence that is attracted to an open, loving heart.
Derek wonders how they had missed Stiles' importance for so long. Maybe teenagers are so caught up in the fight for popularity, their constant jockeying for position in their high school hierarchy that they were blind to all he had to offer. But time had opened their eyes.
Stile exudes joy and over the years has made the Hale house warm and inviting to all. No longer the burned husk, it has become a vibrant, welcoming place. A home to their growing pack.
First there is Scott's raven haired daughter who has her mother's strength and courage. Later Lydia's twins join the group, strawberry blond curls and Jackson's cheekbones. Stiles is the Pied Piper of the three, leading them through the wooded backyard, spinning tales of the horrid Grumble who takes over silly alphas and can only be defeated by tickles and kisses. Then Derek finds himself tackled by giggling cubs and covered with sticky kisses.
Sometimes in the darkness of the night, Derek's fears bubble to the surface. He had chosen Stiles as mate, stalked him like prey, and claimed him. Stiles, young and impressionable, had quickly submitted to the alphas romantic attention. In the dark, Derek wonders if Stiles would be better off with someone soft and curvy instead of him. That somehow because of him the world is missing a new brown eyed boy or girl, full of energy and love.
And because Stiles can be trusted with the deepest of hurts, the darkest of fears, he reveals his worries in the shadows of their room. Stiles gazes at him and kisses away all his doubts.
AN: Driving home from the book store and this is what popped up in my head.