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Derek and Stiles going to the orphanage to adopt one child and ending up with five of them because they just couldn’t leave them behind. Daddy!Derek and Daddy!Stiles. Oh, the feels.
Papa Stilinski is all excited for his new grandbaby ad when he sees all five of em all he does is give Stiles the eyebrow
Yes. And then he sighs because of course Stiles would adopt an entire band, and his son-in-law is always starving for family and love, so of course that would happen.
Derek quietly being so so so thrilled at Stiles want for more than just one child because Derek grew up with lots of siblings and now his children can too
Derek secretly ridiculously pleased that Stiles wants to have so many children with him, because he never thought he’d have that. He never thought he’d have his own pack again.
YES, i mean, yes, obviously, because like all fans raised in a certain time in fandom, I read “With Six You Get Eggroll" and cried about FOUND FAMILIES and lotso adopted children but ALSO I specifically love this idea for Derek and Stiles because it posits a world in which they are responsible, adult humans who have made a very grownup and responsible choice and in the execution, neither could stand to be the reasonable one.
Imagine a world where they’ve been together some time now, long enough to be living together, a joint checking account and peeing with the door open and they’re not married because they’re lazy and it hasn’t seemed important, but Derek does want children, and when he brings it up, finds that Stiles does too.
They don’t do anything quickly, spend a few nights tangled up on the couch first, talking about their childhoods, what kind of parents they want to be, what’s important to them, working out the big questions in soft murmured voices, Stiles’s fingers running through Derek’s hair as he tells Derek how important it is to let a kid run around, sometimes.
Derek agrees. On everything. Their continued compatibility is continually shocking to him, and also somehow the least surprising thing he’d ever experienced.
They talk to Deaton, first. It’s not a dealbreaker by any means, but Derek wouldn’t mind adopting a werewolf baby. He’s long past the need to expand his pack, but sometimes he still feels the urge to teach someone how to shift, how to run, how to hunt. It’s not a dealbreaker, he’d love a human baby, but he thinks they could offer an orphaned werewolf a home steady enough, nurturing enough to make up for the trauma of losing a pack.
Deaton gives them an address, a place right outside of San Francisco, noisy and bursting at the seams. A woman opens the door, harried and exhausted and she tells them to take their pick, tells them she can’t do this much longer, tells them that caring for this pack of children, left homeless and parentless by a freak accident with no next of kin, well it seemed better in theory than it is in execution, and then she darts away from them, leaving them standing there awkwardly in the doorway as she pries a rolling pin away from a charging four year old and scoops up a toddler from where he was trying to eat cat litter.
Stiles surveys the chaos, soaking it in, brightening with the noise and the movement, and turns to Derek to comment, only to find a mulish, stubborn look on Derek’s face, like he’s in the middle of an argument only he knows about .
"I don’t," Stiles starts to say, trying to shut this down before it starts when a boy with hard eyes and awkward, coltish limbs walks up to him.
"Which one of my siblings are you going to take?" The kid demands, his arms folded across his chest.
"Uh," Stiles says. "Siblings? Are you related to any of these-"
"All of them," the kid says, forcefully. "Pack is family." and his voice is iron, fierce, like he’s willing to wage a war in the middle of all of this chaos. He’s reminiscent of Scott, suddenly, Stiles thinks, something in his stance, in his balled fists, in the way he doesn’t seem to notice the toddler clinging to his ankles.
"We’re going to need a bigger house," Stiles tells Derek, helpless against it, against any of it, and their pack draws closer, and Derek scoops up the toddler, lets her grab fistfuls of his hair.
"So what," Derek says, and Stiles says "So a lot,” but even the kids knows that means yes.
Posted in full at: http://eemilyvr1.tumblr.com/post/113551514648
apackofhales:
sourwolfz:
apackofhales:
screwthisnaming:
apackofhales:
Derek and Stiles going to the orphanage to adopt one child and ending up with five of them because they just couldn’t leave them behind. Daddy!Derek and Daddy!Stiles. Oh, the feels.
Papa Stilinski is all excited for his new grandbaby ad when he sees all five of em all he does is give Stiles the eyebrow
Yes. And then he sighs because of course Stiles would adopt an entire band, and his son-in-law is always starving for family and love, so of course that would happen.
Derek quietly being so so so thrilled at Stiles want for more than just one child because Derek grew up with lots of siblings and now his children can too
Derek secretly ridiculously pleased that Stiles wants to have so many children with him, because he never thought he’d have that. He never thought he’d have his own pack again.
YES, i mean, yes, obviously, because like all fans raised in a certain time in fandom, I read “With Six You Get Eggroll" and cried about FOUND FAMILIES and lotso adopted children but ALSO I specifically love this idea for Derek and Stiles because it posits a world in which they are responsible, adult humans who have made a very grownup and responsible choice and in the execution, neither could stand to be the reasonable one.
Imagine a world where they’ve been together some time now, long enough to be living together, a joint checking account and peeing with the door open and they’re not married because they’re lazy and it hasn’t seemed important, but Derek does want children, and when he brings it up, finds that Stiles does too.
They don’t do anything quickly, spend a few nights tangled up on the couch first, talking about their childhoods, what kind of parents they want to be, what’s important to them, working out the big questions in soft murmured voices, Stiles’s fingers running through Derek’s hair as he tells Derek how important it is to let a kid run around, sometimes.
Derek agrees. On everything. Their continued compatibility is continually shocking to him, and also somehow the least surprising thing he’d ever experienced.
They talk to Deaton, first. It’s not a dealbreaker by any means, but Derek wouldn’t mind adopting a werewolf baby. He’s long past the need to expand his pack, but sometimes he still feels the urge to teach someone how to shift, how to run, how to hunt. It’s not a dealbreaker, he’d love a human baby, but he thinks they could offer an orphaned werewolf a home steady enough, nurturing enough to make up for the trauma of losing a pack.
Deaton gives them an address, a place right outside of San Francisco, noisy and bursting at the seams. A woman opens the door, harried and exhausted and she tells them to take their pick, tells them she can’t do this much longer, tells them that caring for this pack of children, left homeless and parentless by a freak accident with no next of kin, well it seemed better in theory than it is in execution, and then she darts away from them, leaving them standing there awkwardly in the doorway as she pries a rolling pin away from a charging four year old and scoops up a toddler from where he was trying to eat cat litter.
Stiles surveys the chaos, soaking it in, brightening with the noise and the movement, and turns to Derek to comment, only to find a mulish, stubborn look on Derek’s face, like he’s in the middle of an argument only he knows about .
"I don’t," Stiles starts to say, trying to shut this down before it starts when a boy with hard eyes and awkward, coltish limbs walks up to him.
"Which one of my siblings are you going to take?" The kid demands, his arms folded across his chest.
"Uh," Stiles says. "Siblings? Are you related to any of these-"
"All of them," the kid says, forcefully. "Pack is family." and his voice is iron, fierce, like he’s willing to wage a war in the middle of all of this chaos. He’s reminiscent of Scott, suddenly, Stiles thinks, something in his stance, in his balled fists, in the way he doesn’t seem to notice the toddler clinging to his ankles.
"We’re going to need a bigger house," Stiles tells Derek, helpless against it, against any of it, and their pack draws closer, and Derek scoops up the toddler, lets her grab fistfuls of his hair.
"So what," Derek says, and Stiles says "So a lot,” but even the kids knows that means yes.
Posted in full at: http://eemilyvr1.tumblr.com/post/113551514648