Not going to lie, a lot of fluff is going to be in this chapter, it's also a lot shorter than previous chapters, but I hope you will like it!
Just wanted to give you more of the trio together being cute!
One, two, three, four, five. Stiles counted his fingers until he knew for sure that it wasn't a dream when the branches parted, and Blake climbed through. A sneer on her face when she saw that he was awake. He still felt weak from the astral projection he did, but he knew it was worth it. Derek, Nic, his dad, the pack, they would find him with the information he provided.
He didn't need his magic to feel the lay lines around him. So he knew that he was in the center of a lot of lay lines.
''And are we going to play nice again today?'' Blake said when the branches were closed again.
Stiles jolted in shock for a moment. Those words were a lot like he heard in his dreams. But he didn't feel the strength of his magic fully at the moment, so he knew that he couldn't take her now.
''I wasn't planning on it. I will not stop until I'm out of here. So how are things with your devious, evil plan to take over the world? Killed new people recently?'' He snarked back.
He was silently praying to Derek and Nic to find him quick. He really didn't know how much longer it would take for him to whither away without food.
Blake started to chuckle.
''Yes, I'm almost done, and then I'm going to get your magic all to myself. Only the guardians are left. And do you have an idea of who I'm going to use? Mmh? You get three guesses!'' She said with a scary glint in her eyes.
Stiles's blood ran cold if the Philosophers are done; it meant that another three people have died. In just 48 hours. He felt sick to his stomach. If anything were in there, it would be on the floor right now.
He was also thinking about the three guardians she would use. He knew it would be Melissa, but if the bitch thought he would let her get away with it, she was wrong.
''I see that you are thinking in the right direction, but I don't think your brain has made the leap yet for the other two. You know what? I will drag them here, so you can see what I'm doing to them, and you will be too weak to do anything about it. You will lie there and see how I kill them in three different ways. You ready for that, Pet?'' A manic grin is on her face.
Stiles roars from rage, finally connecting the dots. She is going to use his dad, and probably Chris Argent, his magic lashing out around him. Blake takes two steps away from him. It seems that she is a little afraid of what he will do if his magic is back.
He tries to take control of his magic, but it's not possible. A whirlwind is lapping around them and pushing them together. He takes hold of her and throws her against the wall of wind. She shrieks and falls to the ground after hitting the wind like a wall.
Stiles thinks he hears a howl nearby, but everything is dulling around him. He can only see Blake in front of him, cowering on the floor, trying to flee from him.
''Get away! Get away!'' She shrieks. Her eyes are wide and full of panic. Stiles doesn't know how he looks right now, but he knows that he is slowly losing any control he has.
He thinks he hears voices now, but he is only focused on the person in front of him.
''You deserve to be punished.'' A voice says, Stiles thinks it's his voice, but he isn't sure. It sounds cold, and he knows for a fact that his voice never sounded like that.
He flicks his wrist as if slapping something, and the first red line is appearing on Blake's cheek. She yelps from the pain.
He does it again, and again, and again, red lines are forming on her arms, torso, legs, tearing away her clothes. Blood is welling up with each slash.
He thinks he feels a rush behind him, but he doesn't take his eyes off Blake.
''You deserve to die like the lives you took.'' The voice says again.
Stiles raises his arms, ready to give the next blow before two strong arms are thrown around him. He blinks in confusion before looking down a little.
Big blue worried eyes look up at him. Her cheeks are wet from tears, and her mouth is moving. Stiles tries to focus on the beautiful girl in his arms. He thinks he knows her.
''Genim, Gen! Come back to us, come back to us, please, please! Look at me, do you recognize me?'' The girl is pleading, and Stiles thinks that yes, he knows her.
''Martinique?'' He croaks out. His voice is not right. It still sounds like the voice demanding death.
''Yes, baby! Yes, it's me, your dad is here too, and Derek, and the pack.''
''Dad? Der?'' His voice is slowly returning to Stiles's own voice.
Martinique is nodding frantically. Stiles tightens his arms around her, the fury waning. He looks over Nic's shoulder and sees Derek in full wolf form snarling at Blake.
''She deserves to die.'' He weakly says.
''She wanted to kill dad, Melissa, and Chris for the Guardian part.'' He adds.
His dad is then in his vision, clinging to him with Nic because she is not ready to let him go just yet.
''She deserves to die because of what she did to you, son.'' His dad harshly says. Stiles is taken aback for a moment but feels himself returning to himself even more.
''Dad, you're safe?'' Stiles says while trying to pet his dad.
His dad lets out a snort, but it sounds like he is on the verge of crying.
''I'm safe, son. Now let's get you out of here.'' His dad then tries to pull him towards the stairs, but Stiles wouldn't let himself be moved.
''No.''
''Stile-''
''No. I need to see it.'' His voice breaks a little, but he means it. He needs to see that this monster is gone forever, she will haunt his nightmares, but he will not let fear taking over his daily life. Afraid that she will come back to finish the job.
''You sure?'' Nic asks carefully, but it seems like she already knows the answer.
''Yeah. Step away, Derek. I need to say one last thing.''
Derek whines but obediently steps away. His wolf is still snarling at Blake, not taking his eyes away.
Stiles takes a step forward, away from his father's arms. Nic keeps their hands intertwined. Not wanting to let him go again. He feels the same, but he needs to do this. He doesn't want anyone else to kill her. He needs to do it.
''You know what's coming.'' He simply states. Her eyes go wide, and she nods one time.
Stiles then flicks his wrist, even if he can hear protests coming from everyone behind him. He doesn't hear Nic or Derek protest, but the pack and his dad yell for him to stop, but he can't. He needs this. He wants this.
A slash is welling up on her neck. Blood trickles out before it starts to pour down her chest. She coughs wetly, and blood starts to pour down her chin too.
She weakly tries to grab her throat to stop the blood, but it isn't working. Everything seems to slow down then for Stiles. He sees the glint in her eyes dying down.
Before it completely fades away, he feels a current of electricity in the air, and he knows that they're in trouble.
''RUN!'' He bellows.
He turns around and sees everyone standing there with wide eyes. Before he can think better of it, he sends a big wave of magic to the pack, his dad and Derek, transporting them just outside of the hole. It all happens in just seconds.
Nic was still clinging to his hand and didn't let go. She turns him around and pins him to the ground, covering him with her body, before everything collapses around them in a big blast.
The last thing he hears before he blacks out is an ear ripping roar. Knowing that Derek will get them out beneath the rubble, he lets the dark claim him.
Derek is frantically digging with his claws. John next to him with just his hands and the rest of the pack too with their claws. Even Lydia is getting her hands dirty, and it's a sight to behold.
Must save mates; mates are in there for too long. His wolf is whining hysterically.
Derek only has one thing in his mind, hoping that his mates are still alive. He doesn't know if he will survive without them. Hell, he doesn't even want to survive without them.
They are digging for a long time, way too long if you ask Derek. It just seems like it's taking forever.
''I think I found them! Yes! Yes! It's Nic!'' He hears John yell nearby. Derek runs to him and is next to him within seconds, the pack just behind, all digging wildly, wanting to get them out of the collapsed hole.
Nic was covering Stiles, knowing that she will heal. She is still breathing, it's faint, but it's there. She will need water to heal properly, but she is alive. Completely covered in dust but still alive.
Stiles is blacked out but also breathing. John is weeping from relief, clinging to his son. And Derek's wolf is yipping. Jackson takes Nic, and Scott takes Stiles before running like the bats in hell are chasing them, back to the road where their cars are parked.
Derek on their heels still as a wolf. Knowing that the rest of the pack will get John safely back home. Derek runs behind the cars that are tearing out of the parking lot as soon as possible—driving back to the Stilinksi household.
As soon as the cars park wildly on the driveway, Derek turns back to his human form. Taking Nic from Jackson's car and carrying her to the pond in the back, jumping right in.
Deaton and Melissa were already waiting there, and Scott lies Stiles down next to the pond while Deaton and Melissa tend to him. Knowing that Stiles wouldn't want to be away from Nic and Derek, and the other way around.
Nic comes by after just ten minutes and seems to be fine, luckily. She kisses Derek before asking if he could take Stiles also in the pond.
''Why? That isn't hygienic.'' Melissa says, trying and failing to keep the judgment out of her voice.
''Because I can give him energy and heal him if he is in here with me.'' Nic calmly responds. Her mermaid tail is swinging beneath her.
Deaton and Melissa's eyebrows climb on their foreheads before giving in and letting Derek take Stiles inside the pond.
The water is cold, but Derek can feel Nic's magic working. She is whispering in Stiles's ear, and Derek feels a pang in his chest when he really looks at Stiles.
His lips are a little blue, and there are big shadows under his eyes. He also seems to have lost weight, weight he couldn't afford to lose. It has been eight days before they finally found the place where he was kept. It's possible that she didn't give him any food in those days.
Derek is growling under his breath, and Nic looks at him with a raised eyebrow as if asking, 'really? Right now?'. Grumbling, he stops with the growling. Opting for watching Nic work her magic.
She hisses when she sees Stiles's back full with lashes. Derek's eyes turn red, and the growling low in his throat isn't going to stop now.
He hears a couple of whimpers behind him and sees that the rest of the pack and John are now standing and watching with rapt attention at Nic and Stiles.
The pack is whining because of the scars they see on Stiles's body. John is silently crying, a look of determination on his face that Derek doesn't want to see aimed at him.
Even Peter is with them, also looking a little green at what that bitch did to Stiles.
Derek should be comforting them right now, but he thinks that they understand that he can't leave his mates now. He needs confirmation that they are going to be alright.
He turns back just as Nic gives Stiles a soft kiss on the lips. They wait for a couple of moments before color returns to Stiles's cheeks and his caramel brown eyes finally open.
He softly smiles before wincing when he tries to move.
''Fuck, everything hurts.'' He whines. And Derek can't help the startled laugh that forces it's way up from his throat. Too relieved that his mates are safe.
''Dude, not cool, laughing at weak ol' me is just mean. Big meanie.'' Stiles grumbles and turns a little in Nic's arms. But Derek sees that Stiles hides his smile in her neck, and Nic tightens her arms around him. Before kissing him on his head.
''You need something to eat, a shower and a couple of days rest,'' Nic orders. Stiles is not protesting, clearly knowing that it's no use.
''Son?'' John says softly. Stiles turns his head and makes grabby hands at his father. Wanting him close too.
Nic helps Stiles out of the water, and Stiles and John hug for a couple of minutes. Glad all the shit is over now with the murders and Blake.
Derek and Nic help Stiles into the house and give him something small to eat after they get him into a shower and wash him thoroughly. Stiles seems already half asleep before they are done. Derek just simply picks him up and carries him to his bedroom after the shower.
They lay him in bed, and Nic and Derek crawl close until they have Stiles in between them. Stroking and petting him, for their own reassurance that he is alright. That their mate is back and safe with them again.
Before Derek falls asleep, the door opens, and the curious gazes of the pack find his. He simply beckons them closer, and they fall down in a huge puppy pile all around them. Everybody is touching at least some part of Derek, Stiles, or Nic.
Before he knows it, the quiet snores of his pack and mates lull him into a deep slumber.
Stiles wakes up feeling hot, like furnace hot. He groans when he opens his eyes and looks around. The pack completely surrounds him, and a feeling of love fills him. Then his stomach starts to grumble. Realizing that he is freaking hungry.
But Nic is awake within seconds and holds him down before he could do anything stupid, like trying to walk by himself.
''Hey Gen, how are you feeling?'' She softly asks.
''Hungry, sore, tired, I could sleep for a year.'' He grumbles a response. She chuckles softly before kissing him on his head.
She helps him up from beneath the puppy pile. Everyone still seems to be fast asleep, that is until the door opens and he sees red eyes following them.
He shivers and knows that Derek will follow soon. He is planted on a chair in the kitchen while Nic is pulling out things for a light breakfast, not wanting to upset Stiles's stomach. He feels Derek coming down and standing behind him before he feels the huge arms of Derek bracketing him in.
''Morning Der,'' He sleepily murmurs.
''Morning,'' Derek replies while nuzzling Stiles's cheek. He yelps when Derek bites his earlobe.
''Dude! Really?'' He flails a little before turning around to glare at the older man.
Derek shrugs and isn't backing down or taking a step back.
''I missed you. How do you feel?'' He asks, and Stiles melts a little when he sees the blush that is covering Derek's cheeks.
''Tired, hungry, my magic is returning slowly, so hopefully, I can heal my back fully when it is returned.'' He says like it's not a big deal. But the clatter of a pan and the scratching of claws next to him indicate that his mates think otherwise.
''How many times?'' Nic hisses, and it's that Stiles knows for sure that Blake is dead. Otherwise, he knows that Nic would go to the end of the earth for him to kill the bitch.
''Twenty the first couple of days, the third day she tried to strangle me, the other days I was mostly blacked out.'' He grits out. Already knowing that they want the truth.
Derek curls his arms around him and holds him close, probably his inner wolf not wanting his mate to get hurt. Stiles feels the vibrations of a growl running through him, and he shivers.
''Are you cold?'' Derek asks softly.
''No, you just give me chills, and they're multiplying,'' Stiles says while waggling his eyebrows.
Derek snorts and takes a step back before going to help Nic with breakfast for the hungry wolves upstairs.
Stiles feels a little exposed. He isn't wearing a shirt because of the scabs on his back. He is afraid of how the pack will respond to them.
He starts fidgeting, and it only grows worse when he hears a crash upstairs, signaling that the pack is waking.
Scott is the first one to show, quickly followed by Jackson. They surround Stiles and try to hug him, but they are blocked by their Alpha.
''Hey! I missed Stiles too!'' Scott tries to break free and get back to Stiles, but Derek doesn't relent. He has Scott and Jackson by the scruff of their neck and pushes them to the living room.
''And he is still hurt. So. Back. Off.'' Derek says with his Alpha voice. Stiles is smirking into his coffee before a soft hand land on his arm. Lydia.
She stares at him, but Stiles feels like she stares right through him. He sighs and opens his arms for the strawberry blonde to snuggle into.
Scott and Jackson whine, but Derek still isn't letting them go. Erica then comes into the room and pouts. Stiles sighs again before opening his arms so she can join the hug. She lets out a loud squeal before she is carefully hugging him close.
''I missed you, batman.'' She softly says. Stiles feels his heart grow, and his eyes grow wet a little. He places a soft kiss on her head while looking over at Nic. She is watching Stiles intently, and he sees that if he would make any indication that he isn't comfortable, she will descend upon them and tear them away.
''Missed you too, Catwoman. I missed all of you.'' He says, and he can see the pouty faces of Jackson and Scott. However, Jackson will deny it until the day he dies, of course.
They all eat, and Stiles is glad that Nic is a good cook and an even better girlfriend. She doesn't let him wolf anything down because he would get sick if he eats too much or too heavy now.
After that, the pack is sent to school by Derek. Nic stays with Stiles and tucks him in bed when Derek drives Isaac, Boyd, and Erica to school.
His dad is at home, too, not wanting to work when Stiles just got home. Stiles wanted to protest to being babied. But his pillow is so soft. He falls asleep while Nic softly scratches his head with her nails while reading a book next to him.
When he wakes up again, it's to eat lunch. Derek is back again and is cooking for the four of them.
''Oh! Derek, this is so good!'' Stiles moans around his omelet. Derek's ears turn pink, and Nic is hiding her laugh with a cough.
''Please, son, don't say such things when I'm at home,'' John grumbles. Stiles squeaks indignantly and turns red all over his face. Nic starts laughing so hard that with a soft push from Derek, she falls to the ground.
Who just looks at her very smugly when she flips him off.
''Asshole,'' Nic grumbles while rubbing her ass.
''Ah, someone doesn't want chocolate ice cream,'' Derek says innocently while opening the freezer.
Nic jumps up from the floor and jumps on Derek's back.
''You know I didn't mean it, babe, pleaseeeeee, can I have some ice cream?'' Nic says while using her puppy dog eyes. Stiles is laughing at their antics.
''You guys are so weird; I love it.'' He says with a fond smile.
Derek and Nic both smile at him before Nic scrambles further on Derek's back and leans in the freezer to get to the chocolate ice cream. Derek tries to keep them upright, but Stiles sees that he's struggling.
''Nic, I think that we also have whip cream in the fridge,'' Stiles says with a smirk.
Nic whoops from joy and makes a move to get into the fridge too, but that's when Derek loses his balance and falls to the floor with Nic sprawling over him.
John and Stiles both lose it and are both laughing loudly without holding back. Stiles really needed this to feel normal again for a moment.
After staying at home for two more days, Stiles is going crazy. He feels fine, really fine! No matter what nurse Nic says. He feels fine!
Okay, maybe his magic isn't entirely back, and that's a bitch.
And maybe he still feels sore, especially his back that is full of scars.
And okay, maybe, just maybe he is freaking tired because his nightmares have returned vividly. Blake was a bitch, and Stiles is so fucking glad she's dead.
''Dad, daddio, my favorite father! Please let me go to school. I'm going crazy!'' Stiles pleads with his dad for the second time in half an hour.
''You would think that if you are locked into a house with your girl and boyfriend, you would want to stay at home.'' John muses.
Stiles thumps his head on the table.
''You would think that, but nothing is happening because I'm still hurt, according to Nic.'' Stiles groans.
''Too much information, Stiles.'' His dad deadpans. Stiles just groans again.
''Where are Derek and Nic now, by the way?''
''At the new house, it's almost finished. I think that they want to start moving next week.'' Stiles responds with his head still on the table.
''Great, then I can start with selling this house,'' John says.
''Jup. You really don't mind to leave this place then? It's the house you bought with mom.'' Stiles says softly, not wanting his dad to change his mind about moving, but it was their home for such a long time that he wants his dad to be sure.
His dad puts the paper down and looks Stiles straight in the eyes.
''I'm sure, son. It's time to move on. We both know that I'm still not over your mother dying.'' He seems to need a moment to let out a harsh breath and run his hands over his face.
''But, it will be good to get out of this house, start something new even if it's together with a bunch of teen wolves.'' His dad finishes with a watery smile.
''And don't forget the banshee, mermaid, twenty-something Alpha wolf, creepy uncle wolf, and your son the mage! It's like a circus.'' Stiles jokes, earning a chuckle from his dad.
''Of course, how could I forget. But still, I think it will be good for us. I'm still not entirely sold on the fact that my son is going to live together with his two mates, but it feels as if you are already living together since the summer. So I don't have a real argument here.''
Stiles gives an indignant noise, but yes, it's true, he already lives with his boy and girlfriend while still being seventeen, but just another month, and he will be eighteen!
''But Derek promised to have soundproof rooms, so I'm good.'' His dad says while sipping his coffee.
Stiles flails and turns red because what the fuck?
''Really, dad? REALLY?!''
His dad snorts in his coffee.
''You should see your face.'' He chuckles.
Stiles purses his lips together, not wanting to give his father another reason to torture him. Soundproof rooms, oh my god, that would be amazing. The puppies really don't have to know about their sex life. Especially his dad doesn't have to know.
The next day Stiles is finally back at school! He wanted to do a victory dance, but Nic wouldn't let him. When he still did it when she wasn't looking, he pulled one of his scabs on his back, but he wasn't going to tell her because he finally was getting back to school.
Unfortunately, everyone seemed to know that Stiles was back at school. He saw the glances everybody was shooting at him. But Stiles had the pack, so he didn't care. Jackson was sitting next to him on his right with lunch, and Erica on his left, the whole time they were touching him. He knew they were scenting him.
It calmed their wolves down, so he let them even if he got even stranger looks. Because everybody knew that Jackson was with Lydia, and Erica was with Boyd. And, of course, Stiles himself was in a relationship with not one but two beautiful people.
But still, Stiles didn't care, they were pack, and he couldn't hear the rumors. The wolves would sometimes growl if someone said the wrong thing, but Lydia would be informed and take care of the perpetrator in the typical Lydia style. The last couple of guys who had said something wrong about Stiles were now cowering when the pack walked by and Stiles couldn't help but smirk when he saw that.
The wolves started to growl when two figures came close by. Stiles saw that it was the twins, Ethan and Aiden.
''We need to talk.'' One of them said.
''About what?'' Jackson sneered.
''We need to talk to Stiles.'' Was added by the other wolf.
''What's wrong?'' Stiles said with a frown. Already thinking about what could've happened that the wolves would willingly talk to him.
''It's about Deucalion.''
Stiles rolls his eyes so hard he thinks he saw his brain.
''Of course, it has something to do with that asshole. What happened?'' Stiles grumbles.
''He escaped.''
''What? Did you lock him up? He couldn't do anything anymore? His wolf was gone; he was powerless.'' Stiles almost starts to shout, but Lydia shushes him before anyone notices.
''He was still scary.'' One of the twin's grumbles.
''Dude, I need you and your brother to put those few remaining brain cells together and work with me, okay? That asshat was a twig in comparison with you! I just wanna- you know what, I'm gonna.'' Stiles says while glaring at the twins. They are stunned to the floor when Stiles suddenly stands and wacks them both on the back of their heads.
Both wolves are too shocked to react.
''Now listen to me, you little shits,'' Stiles rages on while pocking the twins in their chests.
''You were Alpha's, you asked me to get them away because you didn't want to be Alpha's anymore, that took a lot of courage, so don't say to me that Deucalion was scary because you shouldn't fucking care. You should've kicked him to the curb as soon as possible. Get away from him, move somewhere nice, get into a nice little pack, I don't fucking care! But letting him get to you is beneath you,'' Stiles seethes.
Both wolves are staring with wide eyes at Stiles and then begin to whine before pulling Stiles in a hug.
And Stiles is a little shocked now himself. What did he do?
''That's the nicest thing anyone said to us.'' One of them mumbles.
''We were abused in our old packs, so when Deucalion killed them and offered us a spot in his pack, we thought it would be better.'' The other one said.
''We made a huge mistake.''
''We are really sorry for everything we did to your pack.''
''Do you think your Alpha would consider us?''
The pack wolves behind Stiles were moving to get Stiles away until the twins began to speak. Now listening intently and whining in confusion. Stiles pats the twins awkwardly on their back before extracting himself.
''Where do you guys live now?'' He softly asks. He can hear the protests from Scott and Jackson, who probably both know what will happen next.
Stiles can't help it, okay! He has a big heart for stupid wolves.
''In the building where we took you.'' One of them confesses while blushing and looking down.
''Yeah, that's not flying anymore.'' Stiles declares before getting his phone out and starting to dial Derek.
''You two are going to help us find that asshole of an ex-demon wolf. Capiche!?'' Stiles says while pointing at them. They both nod quickly while looking at Stiles with puppy dog eyes. Really! Why do those wolves all have these cute eyes?
''Babe? Why are you calling? Did something happen?'' Derek says from the other side of the line.
''Hi, Der, so, something happened at school today, and I just wanted to check if we have any rooms in the packhouse.'' Stiles rambles.
''What did you do?'' Derek says with a little growl.
''The twins are coming home with us. They need a new pack, and they apologized. Deucalion is gone. They are going to help us find him. And I believe them that they have changed. They need a stable pack, Der. And you know I think that you are the best Alpha ever!'' He tries. He avoids the incredulous looks from the pack and sniggers they are trying to contain.
A huge sigh is sounded from the Alpha.
''I'm going to pick you up after school. They can become part of the pack after a trial run.'' Derek says before hanging up.
Stiles throws his arms in the air in victory. He then turns around with a big beaming smile. Cora starts to slow clap.
''You really know how to play my brother like a fiddle.'' She remarks.
''You have no idea,'' Stiles says with a wink. He then sees Isaac and Jackson both handing Lydia and Erica money.
''REALLY!? Again!?'' Stiles shrieks.
''Like you expect anything else of us, Stilinski.'' Jackson snorts before pulling Stiles into a one-armed hug.
He then turns them around to glare at the twins.
''If anything goes wrong or if you break Stiles trust, I break you. Understand?'' He threatens, and Stiles feels touched by the declaration.
''Same here,'' Erica, Boyd, Isaac, Lydia, Scott, and even Allison agree.
''I don't know if I like you yet. The jury is still out.'' Cora remarks while putting a fry in her mouth before getting an elbow from Isaac.
''Yeah, yeah, same here.'' She grumbles then.
''We will not break it. We really want a place to belong, to call home.'' They sound so honest that Stiles wants to roll them in a burrito of blankets and pet them. But he refrains. For now, at least.
Stiles ducks when a mover hauls a chair high in the air to get to the truck. Stiles still doesn't agree with the way they are moving, but his father wanted a 'normal' move to the Hale house.
And Stiles gets it, he does, but magic is so much quicker. He sighs again when a mover tries to pick up a case and terribly failing. This is what you get when you let a mermaid pack your stuff. They don't know their strength.
''Here, let me help you,'' Comes Nic's sweet voice before hauling the case in her arms without trouble. The man looks dumbfounded after her before getting an awe expression and rushing after her.
Stiles snickers. He really wants to see how Nic's going to handle a love-struck mover. He quietly walks after them while watching Nic sway her hips. She is a freaking tease, but Stiles loves it.
''Hey! Are your legs tired? Because you've been running through my mind all day long.'' The guy tries, and Stiles tries not to make a sound while violently holding back his laughter.
''What?'' Nic responds, and the look on her face is almost enough to let Stiles fall into hysterics.
''Well, I thought happiness started with an H, but mine seems to start with U.'' He says while waggling his eyebrows in what he probably thinks is a suggestive matter.
Nic's face goes blank, and she narrows her eyes at Stiles, who is trying to keep upright and keep quiet while the mover is hitting on Nic.
''You know, that sounds to me like some type of dyslexia. Now if you will excuse me, both my boyfriends are in this house. And they tend to get jealous even if one of them is being a prick at this moment.'' Nic says while flipping her hair and glaring at Stiles, who isn't holding back anymore and just fell to the ground laughing.
The man looks crestfallen and blushes before rushing into the house.
''Awhh babe, you broke his heart,'' Stiles says between laughs.
''Ah babe, I'm going to break something of you if you keep laughing like that,'' Nic says with a smile full of teeth.
''You wouldn't. You love me too much,'' Stiles says while grinning up at her.
''At this moment, Derek is my favorite.'' She grumbles while crossing her arms and giving Stiles her best bitchface.
''I don't know what happened, but I do like being the favorite,'' Derek says when walking out of the house with two boxes. He stops next to Nic to quickly kiss her on the cheek while giving Stiles a smug smile.
Stiles simply flips him off before standing up again and throwing his arms around Nic's waist.
''Don't be mad, baby,'' Stiles murmurs with a smile on his face before starting to kiss Nic's face until she starts to laugh and push him away half-heartedly.
''Son, I don't pay you just to kiss your girlfriend.'' John's voice comes from behind them, sounding amused and a little exasperated.
''You don't pay me at all!'' Stiles says while throwing his arms in the air.
''Watch it, son, I will eat red meat, and Derek will help me,'' John says while pointing at Stiles, eyes glinting with mirth.
Stiles gasps and whirls on his boyfriend.
''You wouldn't!'' He shrieks. Derek is laughing now and has put his chin on Nic's shoulder.
''I was going to make steaks tonight, and your dad's heart sounds fine, you know this, he can eat red meat.''
''Blasphemy! Why is everyone against me?'' Stiles says with mock hurt and a hand to his chest.
His dad, Nic, and Derek all laugh, and Stiles hasn't felt this light for a long time. He has the feeling everything is going to be alright.
Derek groans when his head finally hits the pillow. The move today was a lot. They already had moved Nic's stuff the day before, but today was the move from the Stilinski home to the packhouse.
He is glad that John accepts them all as he does. He really wanted to have Stiles closeby at all times. With the new house, this is possible every day and night, and his wolf is very happy with that.
They are keeping the lakehouse as a source of information with the huge library that's still there. And also as a small vacation house when they want to get a break from everything. Or for Nic's heats.
The bed dips next to him, and he opens his eyes and then opens his arms when Stiles slumps on the bed. He places a kiss on Stiles's head, and the teen sighs contently.
''I hate moving.'' The teen whines.
''It's done now. You're stuck with us, forever!'' Nic declares with a fake villain laugh while rummaging through the closet for a clean shirt to wear to bed. She decides on a shirt that isn't hers. Derek sniffs and smells it's his. His wolf is yipping happily that his mate is covered in his clothes.
He opens his arm so Nic can lay her head on his other shoulder.
''You're so weird,'' Stiles mumbles, already half asleep.
''Thank you, love you too, babe,'' Nic says while petting Stiles's head.
Stiles snorts before nuzzling even more in Derek's chest, his breaths already evening out.
Derek looks Nic in the eye, and she smiles fondly at him.
''I love you, Der. You build an amazing home for us.''
''You helped. Without you and Stiles, I never could have done it.'' Derek whispers before stroking Nic's lips with his own. Nic deepens the kiss for a moment.
When she pulls back, she smiles bashfully.
''Derek, I wanted to ask you something, well also Stiles, but firstly you. I hope you don't mind it, you are the Alpha, and I hope you want the same, but you know, I can't be sure without asking-'' She starts to ramble until Derek silences her again with his lips.
''What do you want to ask?'' He softly says against her lips while gazing into her blue eyes.
She ducks her head for a moment before she lifts her gaze again and looks Derek into his hazel green eyes.
''I want a baby, Der.'' Nic rushes out before looking away, blushing.
Derek is too shocked to react for a moment before feeling himself fill with joy. A child? He always knew that he wanted children, but he thought he wouldn't find anyone for so long. He always felt that he didn't deserve to have his own family, not after what happened with his first family. But he knows that his pack is his family. Stiles and Nic are his family, and a child would fit perfectly.
He sees that Nic is biting her bottom lip, and her scent is turning sour.
''I don't mean right away, but I just wanted you to know, that you know, I want a baby, and I want that with you and Stiles.'' She rushes out.
''Nic, I would love to have a baby with you, and I know that Stiles will too, even if he is still young. He would love to be a dad, just like me.'' Derek says with a beaming smile.
Nic kisses him with everything she has, all the while smiling into the kiss soon after they settle into sleep.
Stiles bolts awake when a new nightmare was forming in his head. It was about Gerard, but he seemed different. Stiles couldn't put his finger on it, but he woke up in cold sweat and panting.
He felt his wards from the town tingling and knew that something had breached his wards.
He gently shook Derek and Nic awake to explore.
''How many miles out?'' Derek asks as soon as they left the house to investigate.
''About 5 miles east,'' Stiles responds before breaking into a run with Derek and Nic next to him.
They reach the wards within 45 minutes, but they hadn't expected this.
Two people are lying on the ground, looking beaten and bruised. They're dead.
''Can you smell what kind of creatures they were?'' Nic asks Derek.
Derek nods before crouching down and starting to sniff. Stiles really is holding back on the dog jokes. Knowing it isn't appreciated.
He raises again before looking at Stiles.
''Witches, at least they smell like magic. It smells like they just have used some.''
Stiles nods. ''How did they die?'' He asks.
Derek rolls one of the witches on their back. A large, gaping wound is where their heart should be.
''Is - is their heart ripped out?'' Nic asks incredulously.
Derek looks somber but nods. He turns to the other witch, and they find three bullet wounds.
''This one is shot, but there isn't any gun nearby.''
''That means that the murderer is still somewhere to be found.'' Stiles muses.
''Why were they killed here? On the edge of your wards?'' Nic asks.
''I can think of a couple of reasons. The first one is that hunters found the witches while they were trapped inside my wards-'' Stiles waves his hand in the general direction of the wards.
''-Or the witches were needed to gain excess to Beacon Hills and after they were killed.''
Derek and Nic both look at Stiles when he says the last bit.
''It seems like you already have a suspicion at what the real reason is.''
''Yeah, yeah, I do. I think there is a new threat in Beacon Hills. One with inside information.''
Derek starts to growl, and Nic has a grimace on her face.
''Hunters.'' Derek grunts.
''Assholes,'' Nic adds.
''Both are accurate descriptions,'' Stiles replies.
''Let's give them hell.''
Thank you all so much for reading!
I think this story is going to come to an end in the next couple of chapters! And I just wanted to thank you so much for reading this!