"You had one job! Take the basket to Uncle Peter," Laura snaps, walking back and forth throughout the kitchen, her face slowly turning red as Derek sits there at the table, head cradeled in his hands as he watches her tire herself out.

"Laura-"

"Nowhere in there did I say you should end the journey half way, and eat up all the food," Laura breathes out, cutting her brother off as she picks up a wooden spoon off the counter, using it as some sort of magic wand that could materialize her frustrations as she waves it in the air.

"Laur-"

"I can't believe this. It's taken me weeks to get you to go and when you finally do, you screw it up this bad," Laura groans, pointing the spoon at him now. "And don't even get me started on the wine! To think my brother is a no good drunk-"

"Hey, how much longer do I have to stand out here? I really need to pee," Stiles groans as he pokes his head through the door, ears twitching from the cold air outside.

"What?" Laura mutters quietly, eyes landing on Stiles, eyes focused on the two very, obvious wolf ears on top of his head. "What the hell is that!?" She half screams, chucking her spoon at him without thinking, the wooden spoon hitting Stiles' square in the nose, the poor guy going down for the count as he clutches at his face, tears scratching at his eyes.

"What the hell was that fo- Stop her!" Stiles rushes, Laura reaching for a pot and now Derek is there, stopping her even though he kinda didn't want to.

"Laura calm down," he mutters, but his sister is not having any of that, because there's some strange mutant dog-boy in her kitchen and the last thing anyone should be telling her is to calm down.

"What the hell is that thing!?" Laura snaps, holding a defensive stance, holding the pot out in front of her like it was some sort of impenetrable shield.

"Rude!" Stiles snaps, slowly moving to stand, flinching when Laura moved to chuck the pot at him, but Derek caught it with ease, brows knitting in frustration.

"It talks! Kill it!" Laura rushed, moving to grab a broom and Stiles went slightly pale at that.

"Woah, woah, woah! Who's killing who here?!" He rushes and Derek just wants to go to bed now, holding his sister by the shoulders, holding her back with ease as she waved the broom around like a crazy person.

"Mom?" It was quiet and so innocent and for a moment Laura was completely quiet as her three children stumbled down the stairs, clearly having been woken up from their sleep, tired eyes scanning the room. It was quiet for a long time, Stiles turning to look at the three children, this permanent, 'wtf' look on his face as he looked at each and everyone of them. They all looked like Laura-

"Dog!" Goldi cheered, eyes going wide wih surprise as she looked at Stiles, rushing straight for him like a freakin missle, jumping on his back and down he goes, her fingers latching on to his ears.

"Stop!" Stiles yelps as the other two children come rushing for him, Jack sitting on his legs, playing with his tail while Robin, lightly smacked him in the face. Just to see how resiliant the thing was.

"Kids, no! Get off of that thing!" Laura rushed, full panic mode switching back on as she tore out of Derek's grip.

"Heeeelp meeee," Stiles begged as Goldi stuck a finger in his ear and holy jesus if Stiles didn't know what pain was before, he sure did now.

"Wait, Laura, don't-" Derek muttered, not really moving to stop her as she ran up to Stiles, kicking him in the face and grabbing her children all in one swift move. "Oh," Derek muttered, as Stiles passed out on the floor, pretty sure he just saw his soul leave his body.

"Oh my god, are you okay!" Laura rushed, checking her children over as if somehow, during their assualt on Stiles, they were the ones who got hurt.

"Mom, I think he's bleeding," Jack pointed out, gesturing towards Stiles, blood dripping from his nose.

"Is he our new dog?" Goldi chimed in, buzzing with excitement.

"Pshhht, why would we get a dog? That's probably some sort of game, Uncle Derek brought in," Robin huffed, this smug look on his face as he looked at his mom. "I'm right, right? Right?"

"..." Laura was quiet for a moment as she looked at her son, the wheels clearly turning in her head. "Derek, get the knife,"

"... No,"

Some time later after Derek explains the full story and Laura kind of just sits there, listening.

"Okay, let me get this right..." Laura breathes out slowly as she sits across the table from her brother who is looking really bored at this point, her kids -after many warnings- playing on the floor with Stiles unconsious body. "You got ambushed by that thing along the path-"

"Hardly an ambush," Derek cuts in as Laura waves an accusing finger over at Stiles.

"Whatever- that thing ate all the food and drank the wine, which is why you had to cut the trip short?" She questions, Derek slowly nodding his head.

"So when you came home and told me you didn't go to Unlce's house... you didn't think starting off with this whole story wasn't- I don't know- a lot more sensible?!" She huffs, flailing her arms and Derek just let's out a yawn, turning to see Robin sitting there with a buckets of rocks. Where the hell did he even get those?

"Derek, are you even liste- Robin stop that!" Laura huffs, notcing her son starting to shove rocks into Stiles' mouth.

"Wha..? But I only got three in so far!" Robin protested, Jack looking over at his brother with a frown on his face.

"When school starts. Let's pretend we don't know each other," He mutters, absently playing with Stiles' ears, Goldi hugging his bushy tail.

"Mom can we keep the dog? Pleeeaaase!" Goldi begs, Laura frowning slightly as she looked at her daughter, puppy eyes on full display.

"Ugh, well you see honey..." Laura trailed, Goldi looking up at her, her bottom lip sticking out, trembling slightly. "The thing is, we can't just..."

"Pwease?" She mutters, voice small, and it feels like a very important war has just been lost as Lauara looks away, her mentality broken down.

"Sure... we can keep it..." Laura breathes out, admitting defeat and Derek is just staring at her, smirking. "Shut up... That thing is a dog... right?"

"...Sure," Derek mutters after a long pause and now Laura is looking at him, eyebrow raised.

"What was with that pause?"

"Derek?...Derek-" A loud gasp sounded and all eyes were on Stiles as he shot up to a sitting position, eyes wide as he looked around the room, his gaze landing on the children.

"Wh- what is- ugh, why does my tongue taste like dirt?" Stiles cringed, sticking out his tongue as if the apendage offended him.

"Dirt... Definitley dirt.. not rock," Robin laughed nervously, slowly pushing away the bucket of rocks next to him as Stiles turned to look at him, eyes slowly narrowing as the boy averted his eyes to the floor.

"Hey, doggie? Why do you look so weird? How did you learn to talk? Are you a mut? Did you eavesdrop? Momma said you'll grow extra ears if you do that-"

"You're tongue will fall of if you ask too many questions as well," Derek cut in, frowning slightly as Goldi covered her mouth with both hands, a bewildered look on her face, but that wasn't what was making him scowl. Stiles was covering his mouth too, eyes wide with disbelief.

"Idiot! Why are you covering you're mouth too!?" Derek snapped, glaring at Stiles.

"You said-"

"I know what I said, it's not-" Derek cut himself off as Goldi looked at him, suddenly really just wanting to go to bed.

"Hey you, why did you eat everything in the basket?" Laura frowns, staring right at Stiles, pointing the end of the broom at him and Derek is looking at his sister, not sure what's more upsetting. The fact that, that's her first question for him, or the fact that Stiles really is simple.

"What?" Stiles frowns, staring at her for a moment as if trying to figure out something, besides the part where he wants to know where that broom suddenly came from. "Wait! Why the hell did you kick me!?" Stiles blurted out and Laura cheeks turned a light red as she looked away.

"I thought you were dangerous,"

"Why the hell are you blushing!?" Stiles flailed.

"It's embarrassing..."

"You kicked me in the face! I should be embarrassed! And what's with the viloence anyway? Are all of you just brutes?- "

"Stiles,"

"What?!" Stiles snaps looking over at Derek.

"Remember what'll happen if you ask questions," He warned, Stiles eyes going wide as he covered his mouth once more, Goldi doing the same. "I was telling him, not you- just forget it," Derek huffed, slowly shaking his head, grumbling to himself.

"I get why Goldi is doing it... but is he just simple...?" Laura whispered to her brother, Derek shaking his head at that.

"He says he's not, but I don't believe him," Derek mutters back, letting out a yawn.

"You're tired..." Laura frowns.

"Yeah, I noticed," Derek huffs, Laura rolling her eyes at that.

"Goldi, Robin, Jack, come on it's time to get back in bed," Laura breathes as she moves back to stand, a string of disgruntled protest sounding and all Stiles can think is 'thank god' as Laura prys Goldi from his tail.

"The circulation is coming back," Stiles breathed out in relief, holding his tail in his arms, whispering sweet nothings to it. "Don't worry, it's over now- Wait! What are their names?" Stiles stumbles out and Derek and Laura are frowning at him.

"Why..?" Laura drawls and Stiles flails his arms as if gesturing to the vast universe.

"Jack...Robin... I mean Goldi is just a red flag!" Stiles huffs, shaking his head. "I bet you're dating a prince huh?" He scoffs and Laura slowly shakes her head at that.

"His middle name is Prince, but I don't see what that has to do with any of this...?" She trails and Stiles honestly wouldn't be surprised if he started pooping golden eggs. "And we're married, not dating," She corrects, showing off her wedding ring as if flaunting around a trophy she won.

"What is that?" Stiles frowns, shaking his head. "What's with the shiny things?"

"Simple," Derek muttered, Stiles glaring at him, Laura heaving a sigh, she needed to leave before she caught his stupid.

"Stop calling me that!" The wolf snapped, making some sort of weird noise that Derek could only assume was a growl.

"Night, doggy!" Goldi pouts as Laura holds her in her arms, ushering the other two kids up the stairs.

"I'm not a dog," Stiles frowns and now Lauara is stopping, turning to look at Stiles.

"What?" She muttered, maybe she heard wrong.

"I said, I'm not a do-"

"Dawg. He means it's pronounced dog. Not dawg or doggy, just... dog," Derek cuts in, his hand over Stiles' mouth, the wolf struggling against his hold as Laura stares at the two of them and she looks so done with everything that has gone on today.

"... I'm going to put them to bed." She stated, staring at them a moment longer. "And then I'm going to bed,"

"Okay," Derek breathed, hand still on Stiles mouth as he struggled uselessly against him, letting out a muffled protest. Laura looked at them one last time before slowly going upstairs with Goldi in tow. "Good night!" Derek called, silence settling on them, Stiles letting out a gasp as Derek finally let him go.

"What the heck! Why did you lie? And just because you're all broody and muscular and you look like you could rip a cart in half does not mean- seriously why do you look like you eat testosterone for breakfast?" Stiles breathes and Derek just stares at him for a moment, before heading for the stairs.

"W-wait, where are you going?" Stiles rushes, following Derek up the stairs, the taller man heading down the hall. "Derek, what-" Stiles was cut off, running face first into Derek's back as the brooding male suddenly stopped in front of a door, frowning slightly as he looked at Stiles, opening said door.

"Come on, you're sleeping with me," Derek huffs, the words dead of emotion, yet his face looked like he was going to murder someone. Stiles paused at that, mouth hanging half open, ears drooping.

"W-well... this is so sudden," Stiles stumbled, tail wagging on it's own as he batted his eyelashes, suddenly bashful as he averted his eyes all shy like. "I'm flattered, but we only just met. To think you'd be this impatient," Stiles breathed, glancing up at Derek, freezing when he notices the utter disgust on Derek's face, his lips set in a permanent frown, eyes trained on Stiles as if he just saw something he wouldn't be able to talk about for years to come.

"Derek?" Stiles frowned watching as Derek slowly opened the door to his room, slipping inside only to close the door behind him, leaving Stiles out in the hallway. "Derek?" Stiles repeated, moving to open the door, but it was locked.

"... It was just a joke... Derek?"

And that's how the brave wolf, tamed the helpless and cowardly Derek Hale, the little red riding hoo-

"Stiles who are you talking to? Hurry up and help me with the wood?" Derek huffs, axe in hand as he finishes chopping another piece of wood, eyes focused one Stiles now.

"Silence meaty slave," Stiles hissed, wagging an accusing finger at Derek in all his shirtless glory. Seriously who chops wood shirtless and who even has a six pack like that? "I'm trying to narrate the story, seeing how you gave up half way through!"

"Meaty...?" Derek trails eyes trained on Stiles, the word slave bouncing around in his head as his eyes slowly narrow and there should be some sort of survival instinct going off in Stiles head telling him that axe plus murderous gaze equals fur coat, but when you throw beefy muscles and perfectly placed sweat into the mix, Stiles couldn't even be mad at possibly being murdered.

"So I'm a slave now," Derek scoffs, a smile tugging at his lips, but it doesn't meet his eyes and wait, why is he walking towards Stiles? "I put food in your stomach," Derek breathes out and there's this dull pain in the sides of Stiles' head as Derek starts tugging on his very sensitive ears and Stiles suddenly regrets many, many things.

"Derek, stop! That hurts!" Stiles rushing, grabbing uselessly at Derek's wrists.

"I put a roof over your head, share my bed with you and even put up with your sexual harrassment-"

"To be fair you take off your shirt like your begging for it- Ow! Ow! Ow!" Stiles cries out as Derek pulls harder and really why the hell has he put up with this creature for a week?

"Wanna die?" Derek breathes out, his fingers curling around the soft part of Stiles ears, pinching slightly and Stiles is pretty sure this is what hell is like.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Stiles rushes out and Derek pinches his ears a few more times before finally letting him go, the poor boy rubbing gingerly at his ears as he stares up at Derek like he just kicked his dog. In this case, Stiles was the dog.

"I'm going back to the woods!" Stiles huffs and Derek raises a brow at that, clearly calling bull.

"Pftt... Why? So you can catch mice just to let them go?"

"Hey, that was only once! I had to end up saving you, remember?" Stiles rushes and Derek just stares at him, really hoping that was a joke. "... From boredom.." Stiles tacks on, voice going quiet, suddenly realizing how close he was. Jesus, was he always this tall? Stiles practically has to break his neck just to meet his eyes.

Seriously though, why is he so close? Stiles can smell the sweat rolling down his forehead, feel the heat coming off his muscles- no this is a fairytale, not an erotica. Seriously, this much sexiness is not allowed.

"H-hey, back up," Stiles breathes out, moving to push at Derek's chest and sweet baby jesus, is this what a tone chest feels like. Wait, no, it's firm yet squishy. It's like the perfect texture. Why is his chest so smooth?

"Stiles?" Derek frowns because Stiles is sort of just standing there, with his hand on his chest with his tail wagging like crazy. "Are you okay? You're red..." Derek frowned, noticing how flustered he was. Maybe he teased him a bit too much?

"Hey," Derek frowns, when he doesn't get a response, his hand grabbing the side of Stiles' face, making him look up at him and now Stiles' brain is fully shutting down. He can handle staring at pretty things, but touching them... that's a different story. And now Derek is leaning in to get a better look at his face and Stiles suddenly can't breathe. Seriously, he's gonna die if this keeps up-

There's this sudden loud clanking sound and both boys look up to see Laura standing there, her face completely red as she covers Robin's eyes, causing the bucket of rocks to fall out of his hand and spill out onto the ground. It's quiet for a long time as she stares at the scene before her, ignoring Robin as he struggles to see what's going on.

"Y-you know..." Laura begins, eyes focused on the hand Stiles' has on Derek's chest and the hand her brother has cupping Stiles' cheek. What the hell kind of scene is this? "I'm very progressive... but please... we have rooms for things l-like that," She breathes out and Stiles can feel the steam escaping his face, Derek's eyes narrowing as he slowly starts to catch on.

"Stiles, I understand... but I didn't know my brother could be so sh-shameless..." Laura mutters, picking up her child and hurrying off as if running from angry villagers.

"Wait..." Derek breathes, the torch going off in his head. "Laura, wait! This isn't that!" He rushes but she's already gone.

"She's right," Stiles breathes out, pulling this constipated look that make's even Derek go 'ew'. "We are shameless," Stiles groans as he crawls over to the abandoned bucket of rockets. When the hell did he drop to the ground?

"Wait, stop Stiles' those aren't edible," Derek frowns as Stiles starts stuffing his face with rocks.

"No, this is the only way. Just stuff me with rocks and throw me into the nearest river!" Stiles cries, muttering 'shameless' under his breath as he keeps shoving rocks into his mouth and now Derek is slapping them out of his hands.

"Not until you help me clear up things with Laura!" Derek huffs, grabbing at Stiles arms, but Stiles keeps trying to commit some sort of bizarre suicide.

"Are thou not ashamed!? Our forbidden love shant not prosper in this life time!" Stiles cries out, Derek dragging him now.

"What the hell are you saying!? This isn't shakespear!" He snaps, Stiles twisting around in his hold, begging for him to let him die. "Laura! Laura!"

"It's too late for me! I gave in to temptation! You truly are a beast Derek Hale! Decieving me with that body!"

"Stiles shut up!- Laura! Come back-"

"Let me die! I'l bite you! I will! You'll be just like me!"

"Stiles this isn't that kind of story!"

"I'll see you in hell, Romeo!"

"What are you- Ow, stop biting me! Stiles quit with the damn biting!"

"Stiles!"

As a troublesome wolf and a brooding young man step on each other's toes, their story is only beginning- A path was taken that they both unknowingly will take together. Where that path will take them is uncertain, but they will never take it alone.

"Stiles, if you bite me one more time, I swear to god we'll be eating wolf stew tonight!"

"I'm ready to die! If it means doing away with this forbidden love!"

"There is no forbidden love! Shut up- God damnit Stiles!"

At least I think that's what will happen?

The End...?

"Hey..." Laura drawls, staring off into the distance, her son having freed himself from her grip long ago as she stares absently at the woods. "Aren't we forgetting something...?"

Somewhere, deep with the Dark forest, sits a tiny little hut and in that hut lays a sick uncle who-

"...Ahh I think I'm dying..." Peter mumbles quietly to himself as he lay there in his bed, the room completely dark. "There's no more food and I'm too weak and sick to climb out of bed..." he breathes, a single tear falling.

"Did my family forget about me...?" He mutters, the silence his only answer as he slowly rolls over, his face buried in his pillow as a cough that sounds like absolute death, leaves his mouth. "... Probably,"

I might add a third chapter because I took out a lot of stuff to keep the chapter short but i'm on the fence about that. Anyway I hope you enjoyed this fluffy two-shot... maybe later on a three-shot!