Companion fic to Perfectly Imperfect
Things to remember:
A) I own all characters who you have never heard of.
B) I do not own the characters from Teen Wolf
C) This is a test to see if anyone enjoys this story. If it gets positive reviews, I will publish the longer story that gives backstories to the situation.
D) This story may get additional oneshots upon request
E) I have done research about actual wolves. I will elaborate this in the main fic, if it ever gets published.
F) I ignore season 3 part 2. Not that it is really relevant, seeing as this fic takes place in March 2031
More relevant info to this chapter: Hi everyone! Thank you so much to everyone that read and loved the first chapter. You guys gave me fantastic stats! I am so happy that I decided to make a few changes/announcements. So I have good news and bad news.
Good news: This story will continue!
Bad news: The updates will be at least once every two weeks.
This change is because I plan to post a main story. It shall be called Perfectly Imperfect. In fact, it is already posted. What does this mean for this story? I will continue to drabble here. However, some of the chapters may be repeated in the main fic. Any children born in the main fic are going to become genderless and nameless. As there are a total of 29 children, only 17 are born in the main fic. 10 are Derek and Stiles'. The other 7 are the other couples. The others will not change. I know it will probably be confusing, but bear with me. My friend, Starlight Massacre, is actually the inspiration behind this fic.
If anyone gets confused, please, don't hesitate to PM me or review with questions or concerns. I am more than willing to answer them. Also, I will take prompts! I only have so many snuggle ideas in mind.
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In case this anyone is curious, here is the master list of children. The litters are separated by commas
Derek's children are: Cas and Row, Bran, Tall and Claw, G and J and A, Chey and Cay, Tyler, Ryan and Evan, Parker and Riley and Spencer, Blake and Emma
Scott's are: Oli, Aaron
Cora's child is Gray
Ethan's are: E, Dil and Jam
Aiden's are: No and Cal, Elijah
Sincerely wishing you all well,
Kida-Asumi, the Captin of Sirius
Stiles frowned as he watched Lydia begin to gather their reusable shopping bags and Derek played with their five toddler children. When Derek turned to him, he walked over, wrapping his arms around his waist.
"Stop it. Frowning isn't a sexy look on you." Derek teased. Stiles pouted, snuggling close.
"I don't wanna go." He admitted, looking at his sleeping, two week old twins as they slept in their little bassinette. Derek returned his embrace, smiling against his forehead.
"You wanted to go this morning, remember?" He reminded him. Stiles nodded, sighing.
"I should go. I haven't left the house since they were brought home. The sunshine would do me some good." The brunet agreed. Derek gently broke their embrace and took his hand, pulling him towards the door. Lydia was climbing in to the front seat of their SUV, grinning from the driver's seat.
"Then go, Stiles. You need a few hours away. Have fun. In fact, here." Derek said, reaching in to his back pocket and pulling out his platinum card. Stiles' eyes widened.
"The plat? You'll let me take it?" He asked softly. It was the one Derek never let anyone use. He said it was for 'special occasions.' Derek nodded, leaning forward and kissing him as he slid the card in to his back pocket.
"Yeah. Spoil yourself. Lydia too. Go to the spa, get a new hair style, buy me something for a month from now, and buy toys or alcohol or something! Just please don't bankrupt me?" He asked, looking in to Stiles' surprised brown eyes. Stiles' expression softened and he reached up and kissed his mate, putting his love and gratitude in to the kiss.
"Thanks. Oh Derek, I love you." He said, wiping at his tears irritably. Postpartum hormones were always the worst. Derek helped him wipe the tears, pressing kisses to his cheeks, forehead, nose, and finally his lips.
"I love you too. You deserve this, babe. So go, have fun, then go buy groceries, and come back home." He said. Stiles grinned, looking around him at their five toddlers.
"You too." He teased before backing away and running to the SUV. Shaking his head, Derek shut the door and turned to his children.
"Alright, pups, what are we playing with?" He asked as he approached them.
"Dada!" Riley screeched happily, reaching for Derek as he approached. He picked up his 20 month old daughter, brushing her black bangs back from her face so he could press a kiss to her forehead. Her identical male littermates shared frowns, their brown eyes glaring beneath their brunet locks. Riley's brown eyes glittered with adoration as she looked up at her Daddy, curling in to his arms. Parker and Spencer quickly climbed on to his lap as well, babbling for his attention.
"Play catch, Daddy!" Ryan squealed, tossing a ball towards Derek. It was on course to smack Spencer in the face, but with a quick flash of his hand (and claws) he caught the foam ball. After detangling himself from the triplets, he sat all of the children in a circle and taught them how to roll the ball between them.
All in all, the game kept them entertained for twenty minutes. It wasn't until Evan, Ryan's twin, through the ball and hit the foot of one of the sleeping twins that the game ended. Though the twin, slept on, Ryan reached over and smacked the back of his identical twin brother's head. With his green eyes filling with tears, he reached over and grabbed a handful of black hair before Derek could stop him. Immediately, both twins started to cry, which set off the baby twins in the crib. Cursing under his breath, Derek let out a stern growl and picked up the older twins. After giving each a spanking, he placed them in separate corners before going to deal with the wailing twins.
"Hush now, little ones. Everything is alright." He assured them, reaching in to scoop them up. Blake sniffled, sticking his hand in to his mouth, and quickly settled, but Emma refused, wailing and squirming in her father's firm hold. Sitting back down on the floor, Derek placed both twins on the floor, smiling slightly as his triplets crawled or toddled over to them, looking down and cooing at them. Blake responded with soft 'oo's and 'ah's, while Emma screamed in their faces.
Derek took off his shirt before stripping Emma of her onesie. She fought him the entire way, her little face bright red. Chuckling, he picked her up and leaned back against the couch, rubbed her bare back and gently cooing in her ear as he rubbed his cheek against the top of her head. She began to calm down as his scent took over her instincts, and as she focused on the sound of his beating heart.
"There you go, baby girl. Daddy's here and nothing's going to hurt you." He promised. Emma sniffled, rubbing her face against his chest, and snuggling close as her heartbeat slowed. After she was calm, Derek grabbed a nearby baby blanket and put her down on it, tummy down, before doing the same for Blake. His triplets were playing with blocks or watching TV. So, satisfied, he approached each of his older twins. After pulling them together, Derek gave them both a stern glare.
"Why were you punished?" He asked. Ryan shuffled his feet as Evan pouted, wiping his eyes.
"Because we hurt each other." He offered.
"And cause we almost hurt sissy." Ryan added. Derek nodded.
"Good. Now apologize to each other and Emma." He instructed. As his sons did as they were told, Derek stretched, popping his stiff joints before reaching for his shirt and tossing it back on. Checking his watch, he whistled at the time. Already an hour had passed since his mate and Lydia left.
"Alright, pups, lunch time." He announced as he scooped up Emma and Blake. Riley grabbed her sister's onesie as they all headed towards the kitchen. After placing the babies in their kitchen bassinette, he turned to his toddlers. "So, what do you guys want?" He asked.
"PBJ!" Parker suggested, clapping his hands together. Spencer gasped, grinning at the thought.
"Yeah! Jelly!" He agreed.
"Daddy, can I have mine in the shape of a dinosaur?" Ryan asked, tugging on the pant leg of Derek's sweats. Derek nodded, pulling down the peanut butter from the cabinet. On his way to the refrigerator, he started a pot of water for the twins' bottles.
"So we have strawberry, raspberry, and grape." He announced. As the kids began to debate which ones they wanted, he opened a cabinet and pulled out bread and the cookie cutters. He placed the bowl of them on the counter before turning to the children.
"Already, Daddy is going to make your sandwiches. Then you guys can add jelly and shapes. He promised. The kids squealed and chattered once more as he made up peanut butter sandwiches.
None of the children wanted strawberry. The twins wanted grape and the triplets wanted raspberry. So after making bottles for the twins, he began the process of transferring the children to the dining room. He placed the babies in to their tabletop high chairs, fastening them in securely before helping the older children in to theirs. Once everyone was seated, he passed out their sandwiches. After helping them all with their jelly, he gave them their cookie cutters and passed out little bowls of yogurt melts and sippy cups full of juice.
So, with the kids content and preoccupied, he scooped up a restless Blake and began to feed him first. After Blake was fed and burped, he put him back in his highchair and collected the cookie cutters. After tossing them in the sink, he picked up Emma and began to feed her too. Once Emma was done, so were the older twins. So he burped her and cradled her close as he helped Ryan and Evan out of their chairs, grimacing when he noticed their messy faces and flakes of peanut butter in their hair. A look at the triplets revealed the same thing. This meant that it would be bath time.
After the triplets were fed, he cleaned the table and put the dishes in the sink. He then scooped up the twins and entered the living room where his toddlers were playing.
"Bath time, kids." He announced. The kids pouted and whined, but followed him to the stairs. After shuffling both twins to one arm, Derek unlocked the safety gate and had his toddlers walk upstairs first, being sure to keep a careful eye on every step they took. Once they were on their way, he stepped up them himself, being sure to lock it behind him. Once they were all on the second floor, he closed that baby gate as well.
"Come on, kids. We're going to Daddy and Mommy's bathtub." He said. The kids began to chatter in excitement and they raced once another to his bedroom. Derek followed behind them, groaning when one of the babies in his arms let out a whiff of gas followed by a warm weight to rest in their diaper. Entering the bathroom, he discovered that the kids were all stripping out of their clothing. As they did that, he stripped his twins as well, and then rested them on the bathmat in front of the shower, feet against the entrance. He began a bath for the children, leaving the room to grab diapers, pull-ups, wipes, and the larger waste basket. By the time all of the children were stripped, and all of their clothes were in the clothes baskets and disposables in the waste basket, he watched them as they climbed in to the bath, giggling happily as they swam in the large bath. As they entertained themselves, Derek grabbed the baby bath and set about washing the twins. After they were washed, he put them in new diapers and laid them back on the bathmat and focused on washing the other children.
An hour later, Derek had all of the children in new pull ups and was finishing braiding Riley's hair.
"Daddy, will you tell us a story?" Evan asked as he sat down next to his baby siblings.
"Story!" The triplets chanted. Nodding, Derek gestured to his bedroom.
"Go on, get on the bed. I'll tell you a story." He promised. The five clapped and squealed and exclaimed happily and raced towards his bed, clambering on together. He dressed the twins and scooped them up.
Carefully, he climbed in between his children and lay down, securing the twins in his arms.
"Alright. Daddy is going to tell you about the pups who cried danger." He said. All of the children settled in around him. Riley curled up at his side, Parker behind her. Ryan and Evan curled up at his other. Spencer curled at his littermates' feet, resting his head on his stomach. Even Blake and Emma wiggled, a bit, curling up together, their little gloved hands curling together.
By the end of the story, all of the children were asleep. Which meant that Derek was trapped until someone came home to help. Glancing at the clock, he realized that his high school children would be home in an hour. Content to wait, Derek made a to-do list of things that he needed to get done at his job tomorrow.
Somewhere along that train of thought, he fell asleep.
Stiles Hale knew that his children were down for their naps when he entered his home to silence. Sharing a smile with Lydia, the two took their first load to the kitchen.
"Find Derek and I'll keep bringing stuff." Lydia said. Stiles nodded, looking in to the living room. When he didn't find his mate there, he frowned and wandered the house. Derek wasn't in his office or the nursery.
And neither were his babies. Taking a deep breath, Stiles scented for his children. When he caught the trail, he followed it to his bedroom. Chuckling, Stiles figured that Derek was giving them a bath or something. When he entered the room, his heart caught in his throat at the tender scene before him. All of his missing family members were lying in his bed, sound asleep. Ryan and Evan were on Derek's left side, and Riley, Parker, and Spencer were on his right. Blake and Emma were curled together on his bare chest, both blinking at one another and sharing little sighs and gasps, as if talking. Both had a hand pressed to Derek, clinging to him. After taking multiple pictures of the scene, Stiles approached his bed and reached for one of the babies.
Derek's growl made him pause. His children all shrank in to their father, their subconscious warning them of a potential threat. Stifling a chuckle, Stiles rested a hand on Derek's forehead instead, brushing his hair back.
"It's just me." He murmured, leaning down to kiss him softly. Derek cracked open an eye, returning the kiss and nuzzling his hand.
"Hey." Derek whispered, flexing his arms around his children. Riley snuggled closer as her brother flopped on to his back. Stiles chuckled, kissing him again.
"I'm going to take these two downstairs with me." He explained. When Derek moved to get up, Stiles put a firm hand on his shoulder. "Stay and go back to sleep. You deserve it after I abandoned you for a few hours with this group." Stiles teased, brown eyes filled with amusement and warmth. Derek nodded, settling back in. When Emma mimicked his movements, the two chuckled. Stiles shared a few more kisses with his mate before he pulled back, rubbing his thumb affectionately over Derek's bottom lip before he pulled away and scooped up his twins. By the time he reached the door, he turned and noticed that Derek was already asleep, and that Spencer had wiggled his way on to his chest. Smiling, Stiles headed back downstairs.
Lydia raised a sardonic brow at his huge grin.
"Did you find Derek naked?" She asked as he placed the twins in their bassinettes. Stiles shook his head, handing her his phone.
"Better. I found him cuddling with our children." He said proudly.
"Aw, that's adorable!" Lydia gushed as she handed him his phone back. Stiles nodded, saving it as his background image before helping her with the groceries.
He was lucky to have such a caring and devoted mate.
A/N: Weak ending, I know. I'm sorry darling :P So how is everyone taking the new chapter and style of the story? If you have questions, don't hesitate to ask. Also, please check out Perfectly Imperfect.
Thank you for all of your support ;)
- Kida Asumi