Echo of the Past, a teen wolf fanfic

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Title: Echo of the Past – Writer's Month 2022

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Tags: m/m, post canon, married life, family, slice of life, f/f

Main Pairing: Derek/Stiles

Side Pairings: Scott/Allison, Malia/Kira

Teen Wolf Characters: Mieczysław 'Stiles' Stilinski, Derek Hale, Eli Hale, Sheriff Stilinski, Scott McCall, Allison Argent, Kira Yukimura, Malia Tate

Next Gen OCs: Fletcher McCall, Arian McCall, Talia Hale, Claudia Hale

Summary: Writer's Month Prompts: echo + post canon. When Stiles and Derek are woken up in the middle of the night by a call from the sheriff station, Stiles is pretty sure he can hear a certain sense of glee in his father's voice as he informs them that their son was picked up by a patrol car.

Echo of the Past

Writer's Month 2022

A torturous noise was ripping Stiles out of his dreams. With a groan did he bury his face more in his husband's chest, trying to hide out from the noise. Derek grunted, trying to push Stiles off himself so he could actually go and make the obnoxious noise stop.

"Hale residence?" Derek sank back onto the bed as he heard his daughter's voice. "Hi, grandpa. Yeah, hold on a second, I'll go and get dads."

She knocked on the door and Derek rubbed his face. "Come in, Tali."

Talia smiled as she walked in, their landline phone in hand. That phone ringing never meant anything good. With a wary expression on his face did Derek accept the phone from his daughter.

"Yes, sheriff," Derek sat up fully, once again nudging his husband.

"Sheriff?" Stiles repeated confused when he finally also woke up.

"Hello, boys," Derek didn't like the smug note in the sheriff's voice. "Guess who's sitting just opposite me, in my office, because a patrol car picked them up?"

Stiles' face screwed up as he turned toward Talia and mouthed Claudia? at which Talia shook her head. That, Derek could have answered too. If Talia was here, there was no way Claudia got into trouble. The twins, if getting in trouble, did so together. Which only left one answer...

"Your favorite grandson whom you love beyond measure because he's also your first grandkid?"

"That statement is completely correct, Stiles. Come and get your brat, mh?"

"Tha—anks, da—ad," Stiles' voice fell flat, even as he hung up.

With a groan did he collapse forward into his husband's arms again. Talia took the phone back, but she remained standing at the end of the bed, staring at her parents patiently.

"Right," Derek ran his fingers through his hair. "Wake your sister. We're dropping you off at..."

"Boyd's opening the shop early tomorrow morning, so Erica would kill us on his behalf if we wake them at... fuck me, three AM," Stiles unwillingly crawled out of the bed.

"Uncle Peter-" Talia started, but immediately got cut off.

"Uncle Peter is only allowed to babysit if there is someone who can babysit uncle Peter," Derek shook his head vehemently. "Not happening, absolutely not happening."

Stiles sat on the edge of the bed, texting. "Okay. Malia's still awake. She says we can drop the girls off with her and Kira. They'll bring them to school tomorrow morning too."

Talia pouted but then headed out to alert her sister. Knowing Claudia, there was no way she was asleep anyway, she stayed up reading way too long. Stiles and Derek got changed quickly, just enough to get out there and put the fear of God into their son. By the time they emerged from their room, Talia and Claudia were already standing at the bottom of the stairs, waiting. Stiles zombie-walked over to them, kissing Talia's forehead and then Claudia's.

"Sorry," he sighed. "But we gotta get your brother. And... he is in so much trouble, the screaming would probably keep you awake after, so... sleep-over at aunt Malia and aunt Kira's?"

"Sure," Claudia pouted a bit. "At least I'll be able to compare notes with Aiko that way."

"See," Stiles gestured widely. "Winners all around. Aside from Eli."

Derek rolled his eyes at his husband, wrapping one arm around Stiles' waist to steer him out of the house. Stiles had been up late breaking his brain over the case he was currently working. Agent Stilinski, leader of one of the FBI's supernatural divisions. Leader of the Beacon Hills division, since it was no secret that this place was absolutely cursed. Derek was proud of him. The supernatural had always been more or less an open secret, particularly in places like Beacon Hills.

"All Hales into the car," ordered Derek. "I want to get back home before sunrise."

They reached the Yukimura house soon enough and Stiles patted Derek's upper arm briefly to let him know he could stay in the car. Instead, Stiles was the one to usher the twins over to the door. Before he could ring the doorbell did the door open. Kira greeted them with a smile and Malia greeted them with a glower. Seeing as it was after three in the morning, Stiles understood that.

"Hey, girls," Kira stepped aside some. "You can sleep in Aiko's room, mh? Go upstairs."

"Thanks, aunt Kira," Talia and Claudia chimed in unison.

"There's still leftover pizza in the fridge," added Malia.

The girls changed direction from the stairs to the kitchen. "Thanks, aunt Malia."

Malia turned to look at Stiles with her eyebrows raised, one arm around her wife's shoulders. Casual but gentle and possessive. While she had mellowed out some with age and with integrating more into society, there were some traits that were just too instinctual to deny. One of them was the pride in her mate and the urge to protect her. Stiles offered them both a lazy grin.

"Thanks, guys. I know it's short notice, but..."

"Don't trail off, Hale," Malia narrowed her eyes. "If we gotta babysit, at least tell us why."

"Right. Yeah," Stiles ran his fingers through his hair until it all stuck up. "So dad called and apparently our wonderful golden boy of a son is sitting at the station with him."

"Ah," Kira furrowed her brows. "Now I'm glad we told Kuro he couldn't ditch family game night to hang out with Eli and Fletcher."

Malia huffed out an agreement, her fingers entangling in Kira's hair absentmindedly. One of the reasons Stiles had grown out the buzz-cut as a teen already. People playing with his hair was nice. And that was also why he still kept it longer, because he loved when Derek ran his fingers through it. Oh, how much Stiles would love to be at home, in bed, with his husband, right now.

Malia nudged Kira and turned around. "Have fun picking up your delinquent of a son. Night."

Stiles grinned broadly and waved at them before turning back to the car. As soon as he had his seatbelt on did Derek start driving again. The glower on his face darkened the closer they got to the station. Stiles winced on behalf of their son. Once they parked their car and got out of it, they noticed that they were not the only ones in the parking lot.

Derek frowned at them. "...Why am I not surprised to see you here, McCalls?"

"Because your son and my son are very much like your husband and my husband," supplied Allison in a chipper but tight voice. "They get themselves in trouble when together."

"Hey," Scott and Stiles chorused. "We resent that!"

Stiles gestured widely. "We barely ever got caught! We were good enough to get away!"

"That was not the right thing to say here," noted Derek dryly. "Let's get this over with."

"Yeah. I want to go back to bed," agreed the youngest McCall.

Arian was two years younger than her brother Fletcher. Stiles liked her, she was as much into research as him and he finally got someone to share that with. Derek, however, always stared at her warily, because he knew she had a crush on Eli. To him, all three of their kids were still his babies.

"Da—ad. You're not going to keep your only grandson overnight, right? Right?"

Stiles put his broadest grin on as they approached the sheriff's office. His dad had aged gracefully, but Stiles knew that Eli had aged the man some couple years more. Eli, who sat opposite the sheriff, looking like a guilty puppy. The boy had the same fluffy, untamed hair as Stiles and honestly overall looked more like Stiles than Derek. Which always helped Eli get out of trouble with Derek.

"Fletcher," Allison's voice was dangerous and in that moment, she reminded them all of Chris.

Fletcher leaned forward to look past Eli, offering his mom a sheepish grin. "Sorry, ma."

"Don't say sorry, say why you did it," prompted Scott with a tired expression.

"And say what you even did," Stiles approached them. "I mean, at least tell me you did something worth this trouble. When your dad and I used to get into trouble, we at least had good excuses."

"Stiles," Derek's voice hit the same note as Allison's had earlier. "Don't encourage them."

"They were caught breaking into Eichen House," supplied the sheriff. "Gave the patrolling officer the scare of his life. Thought the place was haunted. Which... wouldn't surprise anyone."

"Why would you..." Stiles rubbed his face. "You are so grounded."

"It's Ari's fault," argued Fletcher, pointing over at his little sister.

"Don't drag me into this! I was at home, catching up on the Vampire Diaries reboot!"

"Oh, I haven't seen the new episodes yet," Stiles turned toward Arian eagerly.

"Stiles, focus," requested Derek, gently turning his husband back around again.

Stiles noticed the utterly pleased look on his dad's face. Oh, he was totally having the time of his life, probably seeing this as some kind of cosmic payback served to Stiles and Scott. Which was fair enough, Stiles had never considered just how many gray hair he must have given his dad as a teen. Now, on the receiving end of a rebellious and adventurous teenager, he regretted a lot.

"Arian's been doing research on the place for a school project," offered Eli after a moment, looking at the girl. "And we got kinda curious... We wanted to check the place out."

The problem was that Stiles got it. Twenty years ago and that'd have been him and Scott. Mostly him, forcing Scott along to explore the haunted house. However, now Stiles was a responsible adult and a father of three. Not to mention, he had the life experience. He knew what a horrible place the Echo House was. Never did he want to return there and never did he want his kids there.

"I'll let them get off with a warning this time, but... they better not make this a habit."

"Yes, sheriff," chorused Eli and Fletcher, looking as guilty as possible.

"C'mon, let's get home," Scott sighed and patted his son on the back. "Good night, guys."

Stiles waved at his best friend's family before sorting his own out. Derek kept glaring sideways at Eli on their way out and back to the car. And even on the drive home, he kept glaring at Eli through the rear-mirror. Honestly, Stiles would prefer if he'd keep his eyes on the road.

"What were you thinking, Eli?" wanted Stiles to know when they got home.

"Nothing, I mean..." Eli frowned. "I just, it sounded like a good idea at the time?"

Stiles chuckled, because he could relate to that. Though he shut up when Derek glared at him.

"Okay look," Stiles was more serious this time. "I'm all for hunting for mysteries. But I thought that me and your dad taught you to at least tell us when you go out and do something like this. Do not ever do this again, you hear me? Now go to bed, we'll talk about your punishment in the morning."

Derek smiled proudly at that. He knew that Stiles' disappointment worked much better than Derek's. He rested a hand on Stiles' shoulder. They headed to their bedroom and collapsed on the bed, not even getting changed, too exhausted. Parenting was more exhausting than monster fighting.

~*~ The End ~*~

Author's note: Every new release of the Teen Wolf movie just makes me wanna write married Sterek raising Eli xD Sooo obviously did that have to make the cut for Writer's Month! And the "echo" prompts immediately made me think TW too