We Are All We Are Chapter 18: Family and Pack, a teen wolf fanfic

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Title: We Are All We Are – Defining Pack

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Warnings: shounen-ai, mating/mates, explicit intercourse, anal, fluff, h/c, pack!feels, packmom!Stiles, blood, fighting, AU of season 3, death (NO puppies), hetero

Main Pairing: Derek/Stiles

Side Pairings: Scott/Allison, Boyd/Erica, Danny/Isaac, Jackson/Lydia, Peter/Chris, John/Melissa, Ennis/Kali, Aiden/Cora, Aiden/Allison & Ethan/Stiles (for jealousy)

Teen Wolf Characters: Mieczysław 'Stiles' Stilinski, Derek Hale, Erica Reyes, Vernon Milton Boyd IV, Isaac Lahey, Danny Mahealani, Lydia Martin, Jackson Whittemore, Scott McCall, Allison Argent, Cora Hale, Ethan, Aiden, Chris Argent, Peter Hale, Alan Deaton, John Stilinski, Melissa McCall, Rafael McCall, Bobby Finstock, Marin Morrell, Jennifer Blake, Deucalion, Kali, Ennis

Summary: Post season 2 – covering the four skipped months before season 3. Season 3 needs more pack!feels, not just the 'a member of the pack died'-pack!feels. It'll be a slow-built 'fixing season 3' piece, twisting season 3 to my will. Including packmom!Stiles, Sterek, Jackson, Erica, Boyd, Scallison and no dead packmates.

After everything with Gerard, Stiles wonders where his place in the pack is. Or rather, to which pack he belongs and what is going on in general. New faces and the threat of an Alpha pack are really not helping him there. So now he's stuck – once again – rescuing a bunch of stubborn werewolves while trying to deal with his own feelings, not just romantically but also friendship-wise, because he really needs to help Scott sorting things out.

We Are All We Are
Defining Pack

Chapter 17: Family and Pack

The Sheriff woke up with a kink in his neck. Granted, the large couch was very comfortable, but he had fallen asleep in an odd angle. He was pretty sure he had just fallen asleep when Melissa had checked him over. Rubbing his face, he looked around the living room of Derek Hale's house.

Everything Melissa had told him about yesterday, in the root-cellar... The supernatural. The things Stiles had told him. The things he hadn't believed, he had shrugged off. The utter disappointment in Stiles' voice when he had realized his dad hadn't believed him. The accusation that his mom would have believed him – and she would. She would have. And he should have.

"Sheriff", greeted Chris with a gruff voice. "Coffee?"

Blinking, he looked up to see Chris Argent standing in the doorway to the kitchen, holding a coffee-cup. Apparently, he already knew his way around the house. The house. More things that John needed to know about. This was large and somehow, every teenager had just... gone to a room.

"What is this place, exactly?", asked John with a sigh as he got up.

He accepted the coffee from Chris and went to sit in the kitchen with the other man. "The den. Werewolves have dens. A place of safety for their pack, where they... traditionally all live."

"...So, half the school moved in with Derek Hale?", asked John dubiously.

Chris chuckled at that and shook his head. "No. Actively living here are the Hales and Isaac. But the other pack-members all have their own rooms here too, to make them feel... at home. It was your son' idea, you know. It was a good idea too. Seems those things don't come so naturally to Derek, since he was from a family-pack. That everyone lived together was normal for him."

John grunted and nodded. "So pack, that's... like family then, yes?"

"It's more than family. There's a... sense of belong together that's stronger than just... family", replied Chris as he started breakfast. "Losing pack is like losing a limb, or so I've been told."

"And... who... who is this pack?", asked John. "Stiles, Scott, Derek Hale, Allison?"

"No. Allison is not...", started Chris before shaking his head. "She's not a werewolf. She's a hunter. Like me. We're... not part of the pack. More like allies. Isaac, Jackson, Boyd, Erica, Danny, Cora. Lydia too, but she's not a werewolf. She's a banshee, as we recently learned."

"A... what now?", grunted John, frowning.

"A wailing woman. She screams when someone dies", supplied Chris.

"Werewolves, hunters, druids, banshees, kanima...", muttered John and shook his head.

"It's a lot to take in", sighed Melissa as she joined them. "You'll get used to it. Give it time."

"Time", muttered John and heaved a sigh. "How does Stiles fit into all of this...? Is he...?"

"Something else", chuckled Chris humorlessly. "He's the Alpha. The leader of the pack. But he's human. For now. He's slowly turning into a wolf, but not like the others."

"What does that even mean?", sighed John frustrated.

"It means that your son is an Alpha's True Mate. Soulmate", replied Melissa gently. "And the pull of sharing his soul with a werewolf is what's currently turning him into a wolf."

"And that Alpha soulmate of his is?", drawled John, leaning back and already expecting the answer.

"Derek Hale", supplied Chris and Melissa.

"Oh, are you bringing the Sheriff up to speed?", inquired Lydia as the teens started pouring in.

The room soon felt crowded – no, more lively than crowded – as Lydia hopped onto the counter, joined by Allison and Jackson. Danny and Isaac curled together on the bench, Isaac's legs thrown over Danny's lap. Cora, Erica and Boyd followed close, talking among themselves, Erica having a hand resting on Cora's upper arm, trying to take away the last pain of being healed. Scott yawned and stretched wide before leaned down to kiss his mother's cheek and then walking over to stand next to Allison and look at her endearingly. The twins came next, both shuffling around, keeping their distance from everyone, especially Boyd, Erica and Cora. And okay, the Sheriff could now see why the house was this large. The kitchen, seeming over-sized before, now fit perfectly. He stiffened when Boyd and Erica started growling at the twins.

"No growly behavior before noon!", Stiles seriously as he and Derek walked in last. "And no attacking the twins. They worked themselves up to literally being knocked out in exhaustion because they healed Cora. They gave their Alpha-tute to save her life. So no maiming them. They're on probation for now. Don't give me the betrayed puppy-eyes. Literally nearly everyone in this pack has screwed up in the past. Betrayed the pack, tried to maim or kill one or more members of this pack. The twins helped keep you captive. So did Allison with us. We worked our way up to forgiving her and the others. I'm not saying the twins are gonna move in here today and are gonna be full pack-members right now. But they gave something for our pack and they decided to switch sides, so we are going to give them a chance. Am I clear?"

"Yes, mom", chorused the Betas with a roll of their eyes.

Stiles huffed and flipped them off before he went to help Chris with breakfast. Derek grunted and sat down at the table with Melissa and John. He regretted it as soon as John's glare fell on him.

"So, you and my son...", drawled John and the kitchen went eerily silent.

"Da—ad. Don't", groaned Stiles. "I mean, it's... please don't make a scene."

"Soulmates, huh?", grunted John and shook his head. "I don't even know what to say, honestly. I was literally just abducted by a dark druid and found out werewolves are real. If you tell me soulmates are real, it's less... unbelievable than all of that. But if you treat my son wrong..."

"I have no plans to", promised Derek, sitting rigid. "He's... my True Mate. He's my happiness. And I am his. I want to be his. I will do everything in my powers to be his."

John grunted and nodded, accepting a second coffee from Allison this time. This was all crazy. But as breakfast began and everyone settled in together, talking and laughing, jibes and little kisses on the cheek between the various couples, it all did feel rather domestic. Like a family. And a little bit, John started to realize that they were. This pack, it was a family in its own right.

/break\

Stiles smiled as he observed his pack. It had been a week since the Darach had been taken out by them, since Deucalion had left. Aiden and Ethan hung around them at school, tried to do their best to prove that they deserved a place in the pack. He had even seen Cora and Aiden talking among themselves on various occasions. Which was good. They had time, there was no need to rush it, but they should definitely talk about some stuff. Allison and Scott had gone on their first official date three days ago, everything that had happened lately having pushed them to realize that their break-up had been a ridiculous idea to begin with. And Chris couldn't find it in himself to protest any longer. Not with everything they had all gone through.

"The pack's grown a lot lately", mused Lydia.

She, Allison and Stiles sat together on the balcony of the house, watching the eleven werewolves running through the woods behind the house, a couple of them emerging for a separate chase, just to disappear again. Yes, their pack had grown a lot. It was strong. They were strong.

"That's good", pointed Stiles out. "Deaton warned us that the sacrifice strengthened the Nemeton. That we invited more evil to Beacon Hills. We'll need all the man-power. Well, wolf-power."

There was loud howling from the woods and Stiles couldn't help but howl back. His howl was getting better too. Well, most of his werewolf-iness was getting more intense these days.

/break\

Derek frowned as he entered the house to find it eerily silent. It was never silent. That was what he had come to love about this house. His pack was always there, always loud. Someone was always here. He could hear a single heartbeat, his mate's heartbeat, and followed it to his own bedroom.

"Stiles? Where's the rest of our pack?", asked Derek with a frown.

"Cora is shopping with Lydia, Erica and Allison. Isaac is on a date with Danny. I'm pretty sure Peter is stalking Chris. And everyone else is at their own houses", stated Stiles with a broad grin.

He was sitting on the bed, propped up on his elbows, wearing low-riding sweat-pants and one of Derek's shirts. The grin on Stiles' lips grew more as he sat up and flashed his red eyes at Derek. Derek's inner wolf was purring pleased as Derek stalked up to his mate.

"Stiles", said Derek in that half-asking, half-warning way of his.

"Sex, Derek. I want sex", blurted Stiles out, motioning at the XXL box of condoms and the lube that stood next to him on the bed. "Seriously. The UST between us is driving me insane. After all this time, we now finally have peace and time to actually do this. I got rid of the entire pack so it's not gonna be awkward because someone with super-hearing is in the same house."

Derek blinked, though he should not be surprised. Stiles had always been someone who knew what he wanted. And the growing matebond between them was not just affecting Derek, clearly. Part of him wanted to ask if Stiles was really sure, but the other part of him feared Stiles would rip his throat out if he did. The boy looked determined and fierce as he stared Derek down.

"Okay", whispered Derek as he sat down between Stiles' legs, gently kissing Stiles. "Okay. I wanted to do this for... a while now. You're mine, Stiles. You're my mate. And my inner wolf yearns to claim you. To make sure everyone knows you're mine."

"Ye—es. That sounds good. Sounds so good, Sourwolf", groaned Stiles, tilting his head.

Greedily, Stiles tugged off Derek's clothes, groaning as he ran his fingers over Derek's chest. Derek growled as he pushed Stiles back so he could undress his mate too, until they were both sitting naked on the bed, drinking in the sight of each other.

"You're beautiful, Stiles", whispered Derek, kissing Stiles once more.

He started kissing down Stiles' jaw and neck, slowly pushing his mate down onto the bed until Stiles was laying beneath him. Greedy hands groped Derek's chest and abs, Stiles eager to explore his boyfriend. Stiles moaned and threw his head back when Derek licked over his nipple, taking it between his teeth and tugging a little until Stiles whimpered weakly.

"So beautiful", murmured Derek as he continued down South.

Stiles' fingers found their way into Derek's hair, clinging onto him and tugging a little. When Derek's lips started kissing up Stiles' already rock-hard cock, Stiles downright howled and arched his back off the bed. Smirking, Derek wrapped his lips around Stiles' cock while lubing up his hands. By the time Derek was prodding at Stiles' hole, Derek had already swallowed him whole, effectively distracting him. Though breaching Stiles came easier than Derek had anticipated.

"What? I played around without you. Sue me", huffed Stiles with flustered cheeks.

Derek flashed his own eyes, the mental image of Stiles fingering himself open was far too appealing. Shaking it off, Derek tried to focus at the task at hand. Getting Stiles ready. With careful and gentle touch did Derek ease two fingers in and started scissoring Stiles, loosing him up.

"De—erek", moaned Stiles as Derek brushed over his prostate. "Fuck. Ye—es."

"Yes?", asked Derek teasingly, adding a third finger.

"Don't be a dick, Hale", groaned Stiles. "Give me your dick."

Derek grinned at him in a more carefree and mischievous way that Stiles had ever seen him. Stiles stared at him in awe for a long moment, loving this side of Derek. The growing pack, the reassurance of having his mate. Everything was finally going well, Derek was slowly regaining his bearings, his trust in himself and his pack. Derek bent over to properly kiss Stiles.

"I love you", stated Derek as he grabbed a condom.

"Love you too, Sourwolf", grinned Stiles, spreading his legs. "Now fuck me."

Derek growled at that, eyes dark red and feral at the idea of finally being inside of his mate. He rolled a condom over his dock and grasped Stiles' thighs, lifting them up and easing his way into his mate. Both of them groaned as they were finally united like that. Stiles' fingers were digging into Derek's neck, face buried in the other side of his neck. Derek kissed Stiles' neck softly.

"I want to mark you. I need to mark you", growled Derek.

"Ye—es, yes, yes, marking sounds good, very good", agreed Stiles, nodding wildly.

While Derek thrust into him slowly, getting them both used to the feeling, he started nibbling on Stiles' neck. Said neck was gladly offered to him by his mate and by the time Derek's orgasm was building up, Derek bit down on Stiles' neck. His fangs were out, biting and marking his mate as his. Stiles growled at the feeling, digging his claws into Derek's upper arms. Derek reached one hand down and started jerking Stiles off in time with his thrusts. Derek bit deeper and deeper, making sure to fully mark Stiles, but also knowing that this bite would finish Stiles' slow transformation that had been triggered by their matebond. Once the bond was sealed with this bite, Stiles would be a werewolf, fully. Letting go of Stiles' neck, Derek licked at it gently.

"Gorgeous mate", whispered Derek lowly, kissing Stiles.

"Flatterer", groaned Stiles as he came into his mate's fist. "Fuck, ye—es."

He moaned lowly and collapsed back onto the mattress, watching blissfully how Derek fucked him until the older Alpha came too. They laid flush against each other for a long moment as Derek rode out his orgasm, before Derek pulled out and rolled the condom off to get rid of it.

"Finally", sighed Stiles contently, rolling over to curl against Derek.

He rested his cheek on Derek's chest, laying his hand flat down on Derek's six-pack. Derek chuckled and wrapped one arm around Stiles' back, pulling him close enough so Derek could bury his nose in Stiles' hair. He really liked that Stiles had started to grow out his buzz-cut this year.

"I like your hair", hummed Derek softly.

"You're not getting cheesy on me, are you?", laughed Stiles teasingly.

"I just...", started Derek hesitantly. "I never thought I would find my soulmate. But now I have you and... for the first time, I understand what having a soulmate even means. You improved me, you made me a better Alpha and a better person, Stiles. You helped my pack grow, you saved my sister's life, you... you help the Betas when I can't, when I feel lost. You complete me. That's... That's what it means to have a soulmate. And I try being... appreciative of... that. Of you."

The grin on Stiles' face softened as he leaned up to kiss Derek. "See. You're learning. Broody grump-wolf is actually softening up. You're doing great, Der."

"I'm doing great because I have you", stated Derek, pressing a kiss to Stiles' head.

"Well, yeah, I'm totally awesome", agreed Stiles with a smirk.

"You are", replied Derek earnestly, making Stiles blush. "The human who runs with wolves."

"We—ell", drawled Stiles, eyes flashing. "Not anymore, eh? Oh. Oh, I am so looking forward to the next pack run! I'm going to give Jackson hell. I'm an Alpha now, right? That totally beats Beta. Hah. I can now actually kick his ass."

Derek snorted at that and sprawled out some more, both of them settling to get more comfortable. "You're now their Alpha. There's no need for rivalry."

"Well, maybe not, bu—ut... there's no harm to it either", grinned Stiles mischievously.

"You know Deaton said we invited new threats to Beacon Hills...", warned Derek.

"Well, all the reason more for some friendly competition to keep everyone on their toes. And all the reason more to consider making Aiden and Ethan actually part of the pack", pointed Stiles on.

Derek didn't really look convinced. He looked like he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. Stiles sighed and kissed him. "Hey. Whatever it is, we can handle it. As a pack."

~*~ The End ~*~

Author's note: *silent weeping* I FINISHED IT. I ACTUALLY DID IT. *more weeping* I am inexplicably proud of myself for that, to be quite frank. Legit didn't think I'd ever finish this story. Which, really would have been a shame, because it'd have been a smudge on my 600+ story track-record as the only abandoned one. Can't have that. Nope, too stubborn for that.

Thank you all for reading and for sticking with it even through the long-ass hiatus and for reviewing. Seriously, the fact that even after all this time still people left reviews and send PMs asking when I'd update was definitely what made me so determined to finish it. If there had been no sign of interest after all this time, which would have been understandable, I don't think I'd have gotten through to writing those final two chapters.

Anyway. In old tradition, the last chapter of an ending story previews my next multiple chapter story - "How Big, How Blue, How Beautiful", an Avengers story, main pairing being Loki/Tony. No Infinity War spoilers; this takes place aver Civil War and focuses on how Tony builds up the Avengers after that. Which, that gets easier when the refugees from Asgard land and Thor and Bruce return and bring with them new recruits; Sif and Valkyrie... and Loki. Their team grows and has to grow together as a team - as a family. Yeah, that's pretty much it. Tony getting to heal after Civil War, getting a new and more caring family, lots of science friendships (Tony and Bruce - and Peter and Shuri and Jane) and such. ;)