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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage, Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence
  Category:
      M/M, F/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski, Vernon_Boyd/Erica_Reyes, Allison_Argent/
      Scott_McCall, Lydia_Martin/Jackson_Whittemore
  Character:
      Derek_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski, Erica_Reyes, Scott_McCall, Vernon_Boyd,
      Isaac_Lahey, Sheriff_Stilinski, Cora_Hale, Talia_Hale, Laura_Hale, Peter
      Hale
  Additional Tags:
      Alive_Hale_Family, schizophrenic_claudia, Ill_claudia, Stiles_Has_Panic
      Attacks, Dead_Kate_Argent, Hurt_Stiles, Protective_Derek, Mates, Pining
      Derek, Stiles_is_beautiful
  Series:
      Part 2 of While_I'm_alive
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-11-18 Updated: 2017-03-01 Chapters: 2/? Words: 4354
****** Kintsugi ******
by yaoiruinedmylife
Summary
     Sequel to Porcelain Doll. Kintsugi - To repair with gold; The art of
     repairing metal with gold or silver lacquer and understanding that
     the piece is more beautiful for having been broken.
Notes
     I can't believe you guys liked Porcelain doll so much! So here is a
     wip sequel!
***** Suffocation *****
“God, Mom’s seriously gonna freak Der!” Laura voiced as she unlocked the
Camaro, eyes still glued to the fragile looking human on her brother’s arms. “I
mean, this is considered a cold case, we’ve uncovered a fucking cold case! A
teenager missing for years! Ten yea-”
“A little help” Derek grunted, ignoring his sister’s ramblings and attempting
to open the car’s door with two arms full of mate. He could’ve put Stiles down
and opened the door but he couldn’t bear the thought of the teen (whom he’d
just met) being away from him for even an instant. It was an insane feeling. So
perhaps he was insane, loco in the coco, but whatever it was, It felt as
natural as breathing
“Sorry” Laura said absentmindedly, deftly opening the door and then jumping
into the driver’s seat.
“Where are you taking me?” Stiles murmured quietly as Derek struggled to put a
seatbelt over the both of them.
“My house” Derek said, fighting the urge to say ‘your new home’. It didn’t
really matter where life took Stiles now, Derek knew he would follow the boy
anywhere... The one he had met not even an hour ago... He was definitely crazy.
“Don’t worry, mom will know what to do” Laura rationalised, starting the car
and recklessly speeding away from the driveway, almost knocking down the
mailbox. “she always knows what to do…”
“Oh, thank you” Stiles smiled, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes.
 
Derek shifted in response, hugging Stiles closer to his body, trying to
alleviate the almost numbing feeling that ran through his body. Having Sties
pressed tightly against him, feeling his silky skin against his was surely
helping. He would never get over the fact that in a single day his life had
taken a massive turn, for the better but a massive turn nonetheless.
It was impossible to even begin to fathom what his poor mate was feeling.
Kidnapped away from his father, Locked up for 10 years, abused by his mother…
the poor kid hadn't even been to school and he doubted Stiles could even catch
up with his grade at this point, he would have to start from zero.
 
Stiles felt his eyes droop as he reluctantly relaxed further against Derek’s
chest. It was hard to ignore how calming the soft beating of his heart was.
Falling asleep now was a bad idea…Logically, all of this was a bad idea. He had
literally just met Derek and his sister but somehow he felt like he could trust
them.
Perhaps that showed how messed up he was. Couldn’t really tell apart from a
good or terrible idea (or maybe he just didn't care) and he was choosing to
follow his heart over his brain.
He scoffed to himself, thinking of how he'd loved to mock the heroines of the
dumb romance books his mother would occasionally bring him, it was almost
entertaining to see the protagonist suffer after throwing out all sound
judgement and following their heart and yet here he was in a car with two
strangers taking him god knows where.
Stiles chuckled almost inaudibly, oh how the mighty had fallen…
 
 
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“We’re here!” Laura half-yelled, her nerves getting the best of her. She rose
slowly out of the car and then remembered her little brother couldn't open his
door with Stiles on his lap.
“Thanks” Derek said as Laura helped getting Stiles out of the car, who had
managed to fall asleep despite his efforts to remain awake.
Derek got out of the car and lifted Stiles bride-style. He squinted towards his
house and saw as his uncle Peter, his parents, Cora and his youngest brother
Jake sprint towards them.
“Well this is gonna’ be a ball” Laura grinned as she saw her family getting
closer to them “If I’d were you I’d clutch sleeping beauty tighter”
Derek rolled his eyed but held him tighter nonetheless, unconsciously rubbing
his cheek against Stile's jaw. His wolf must be really close to the surface.
“Stiles, bud, we are her-"
“Laura, Derek! I was starting to worry I was about to- Who is that?” Talia
stopped, cautiously sniffing the air.
“Mom I-”
“Jesus, is that who I think it is? Oh my god! Derek! You found your mat-mate,
as in friend, your mate-friend, as they say in Australia”
"Smooth" Peter snorted at his sister's carelessness, earning a glare from her.
"Don't let your emotions out of control big sis, listen to his breathing. It is
obvious the boy is asleep"
Talia scoffed childishly “Whatever”
Since they were young, Talia had always seemed to have a hard time keeping
their secret. To her credit, The Hales had all of their pups had been home
schooled, Talia’s kids were the first generation to attend public school. Peter
had to admit that this time it really was a special occasion. It was rare for a
human that was not pack to be allowed entry into Hale territory.
“Mom, This is Stiles. He is Claudia’s son. We found him locked up in the attic
of the house you told us to burn” Laura said, hugging her younger siblings
extra tight.
“Stiles?” Cora questioned, a frown on her face
“His name sweetie” Laura said ruffling her hair and making her giggle
“Locked up?” Peter questioned, observing how protective his nephew seemed to
be. He almost seemed feral. Like when a mate was in danger. He sniggered,
earning a venomous glare from Derek.
“Yeah, he’d been in that room for ten years mom! He has never been to school or
talked to anyone else since he was six years old. That crazy bitch-”
“Language young lady” Talia reprimanded
“-Stilinski was insane, she believed that Stiles was a gift from the god or
some lunatic shit-”
“Laura!”
“-like that, she saw him as a doll to be admired! She was obsessed with him.”
“Oh my!” Talia gasped, feeling her husband lace their hands together.
“So what I’m getting is he’s never been to school?” Jake said in astonishment
“Lucky!”
Talia looked unimpressed as she softly pinched Jake's cheek. "Jake Robert Hale,
you know school is important.”
“We should go inside, you kids must be exhausted. Cora go change the sheets of
the bed in the spare room” James Hale ordered
“Yes daddy” Cora said as she sprinted away into the house
“Jake go set the table and add an extra plate for our new friend here”
“But I wanna talk to him!” Jake whined , looking at Stiles who started to stir
awake
“He’ll find you once you are done Jay” Derek said softly, smiling at Jake who
muttered a 'fine' and ran inside the house.
The adults waited as Stiles woke up, squirming lightly in Derek's arms.
“Stiles?” Derek enquired softly as Stiles lifted his face off Derek's neck.
“Whu? Mom?” Stiles questioned sleepily, squinting his eyes open
“Hello Stiles” Talia said softly, as if not to spook him “I am Talia, Derek’s
mom, this is James, my husband and Peter, my brother.”
Stiles tensed at the new voice, his eyes focusing on the small crowd staring at
them silently.
Nobody seemed to say anything as they all looked at each other.
Peter’s eyes lingered on Stiles face, his moles attracting his attention like a
fly to honey. A heady scent of attraction and raw lust permeated the air,
overpowering Peter’s natural scent of pine and musk.
“Uncle!” Derek snarled , holding Stiles tighter to himself.
“What! Can you blame me?” Peter sighed, glaring as Talia pulled him backwards
by his shirt.
“Careful! This is Givenchy” her brother sulked, his eyes still gazed upon her
son’s mate.
“What's going on?” Stiles asked shyly. He hadn't faced this many people in a
long time. It was making him feel dizzy. He clutched Derek’s shirt, trying to
meld into him.
“Hello Stiles. I’m James, Derek’s father. I have been informed of your current
situation and it would be my pleasure if you were to stay with us indefinitely
or until you found somewhere else you'd like to stay. We have more than enough
space and would love to have you over until you decide what you want to do
next.” James said, a gentle smile on his face.
“I-Uh-Would like that, thank you very much sir” Stiles said softly, looking
down at his hands to break eye contact. He’d almost forgotten the intensity
eyes could carry. It made him feel stripped and weak.
“Stiles. During that time, we will enrol you into school, no kid will miss
school on my watch.” Talia smirked, ruffling Stiles hair and making him smile.
“Really?!” That seemed to break Stiles off of his trance “Thank you! Thank you!
Thank you!” he had always wanted to go to school.
He couldn’t help but remember the last time he’d asked his mother to be
enrolled in school.
That was the first and last time Claudia Stilinski had spanked her child. And
she only refrained to do so again because of how it had bruised his skin. Her
perfect little porcelain doll could not have any marks.
 
“You’re welcome son. Also, I don’t mean to offend but seeing as you’ve never
been to school, do you know how to write and read?”
“Yes ma’am. My mother works-” Stiles stopped “Uh, I mean she used to work at
the library and she would often bring me all sorts of books.”
“Good” Talia smiled, pulling her husband towards the house “Derek, show Stiles
his room and we’ll see you for dinner.”
Derek nodded seriously and walked ahead, observing how Stile's eyes widened as
they entered the Hale house. Behind him he could hear Laura and Peter bicker
between themselves as they followed him into the house. It really did not
matter if Peter was attracted to Stiles or not. He was Derek's mate and that
was sacred to werewolves.
 
 
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“Thanks for carrying me here” Stiles smiled at Derek, who was in the process of
picking up Cora's barbie dolls from the floor.
Even though she had her own room, she usually played with her dolls in the
guest room. He did not understand why, probably just to annoy whoever had to
clean it up.“I don’t think my muscles could’ve handle all the walking after
only having a few meters to move around for so many years”
Derek froze, trying not to imagine the cruel torture of being locked in one
small space like stiles had been for ten years. He fantasised reviving Claudia
only to kill her again by tearing out her throat with his teeth. The thought
was enough for Derek's claws to lengthen considerably.
“Stiles-”
“-What she did is in the past” Stiles said softly “I am free now, thanks to you
and Laura. I had resigned myself to die alone in that room. Derek you've given
me hope again.”
Derek smiled solemnly and cupped Stile’s face in his big rough hands “You will
never be alone again. That is a promise”
Stile's eyes watered. Derek could not possibly understand what that meant to
him.
Alone was something Stiles had always been, even when he had his mother’s
company.
Claudia had preferred not talk to him most of the times. She'd been obsessed
with him looking perfect, like a display doll. She would often dress him in
detailed costumes, which she would painstakingly hand-stitch. After that she’d
forced him stay still for countless hours, gazing at him almost hauntingly, as
if she was a starving man and he was her ambrosia.
And while that was her favourite activity, it wasn't a routine. His mother was
hot and cold constantly. There were those weeks that she would touch starve
him, make him desperate for a caress, a kiss, even a pat. Anything. It had hurt
so much more when he was younger, around six or seven. He used to wail in
despair, begging her to talk to him, to hug him. But Claudia would only ignore
him, wait for him to calm down and stare at him again, always from a distance.
Then there were those weeks that she would touch him every waking moment. Warm
hands permanently branded on his skin for what it seemed to be days, making him
feel claustrophobic. Stiles would beg her to let go, he would have constant
panic attacks where he felt he was drowning on air, where he would uselessly
gasp and choke begging for a single breath. His mother only held him tighter.
And even after Stiles had calmed down, somehow regained the air in his lungs,
he'd waste it again, screaming until his lungs burned. Ironically, it was when
he was embraced when he felt the most alone. A loneliness so consuming Stiles
had tried to make imaginary friends, but forced himself to stop as the downside
was that it’d always made him feel less sane. He then tried talking to himself
but eventually his voice would tire and become hoarse. All of this went on for
years, and he’d never dared to dream of what Derek had just offered him. The
one thing he thought he’d never get to have. Company. God knows that offer made
him feel terrified. Scared that this was all a dream. That Stiles would wake up
and he would be back at the attic, laying on his bed, looking at the ceiling
and waiting for death.
"Der-" Stiles choked, big fat tears rolling down his ruddy cheeks "Derek"
As if he could read his mind, Derek only responded with a tender smile "I mean
it Stiles, I will never let you be alone again" And without giving it a second
thought Derek pressed his lips against Stile's eyes, gently kissing them shut,
feeling as Stile's long eyelashes prickled his lips. He let his lips linger,
feeling the tears wet his skin. It was that, that finally snapped Derek out of
his trance. He gasped horrified, quickly pulling away and letting his mate's
face go.
"Jesus! I'm sorry! I just wanted-I assumed- I don't even know if you like me
like that-You can say no, This is not- I'm sorr-mmmph" Stiles could only smile
softly and reply by covering Derek's lips with his, pecking his mouth over and
over as he liked to imagine romantic kisses went. Perhaps getting attached to
Derek this fast was a mistake. But he had nothing to lose. He also couldn't
deny the strange attraction he felt towards the teen.
 
"I'm sorry if I'm terrible" Stiles blushed, kissing Derek's cheeks, forehead
and chin repeatedly. "This is my first kiss ever and I've only read about it in
books.”
Derek chuckled and hid his face in the crook of Stile's neck “You’re perfect"
he grinned, fighting the urge to bite down when Stiles instinctively tilted his
head to the side. Derek grunted softly, deeply inhaling the aroma of mint and
honey that his mate naturally exuded , "You smell so good" Derek sighed
contentedly , nibbling on Stile's neck and making the boy arch his body closer
to Derek's mouth.
"How can that be?" Stiles sighed, his hands flying to hold onto Derek's shirt
"My mom used to sponge bathe me clean every day after she got from work. She
didn't get the chance today-" Derek growled lowly, his lips latching onto
Stile's jawline, slowly but fiercely sucking hickies onto that pale skin he’d
desperately wanted to mark since he’d first laid eyes on it.
Apparently Stiles was onboard with that, gasping loudly in response and
repeating his name like a mantra. "Derek! Mmmnn Derek!”
"DEREK!" Jake screeched from behind the door, knocking wildly "Brother! You
promised I could talk to Stiles after he woke up! I can hear voices so I know
he is awake."
"Not now Jake!" Derek sighed, knowing his little brother wouldn't leave the
door until he met Stiles.
"But you promised!" Jake whined "And you said always to fulfil your promises
bec-"
"Do you mind?" Derek turned to Stiles who smelled a bit frightened "You don't
have to if you don't want to, I could tell him to come back later"
Stiles smiled, his face blanching a bit.
"I-I don't mind" And he really didn't. The thing that frightened him was the
fact that he couldn't read social cues and sooner or later he would mess up.
What if they didn't like him anymore?
Derek kissed his forehead "I will be right here next to you okay?"
"Yeah, alright"
"Come in Jake!" Derek said, straightening his and Stile's clothes.
Jake entered the room, an easy grin on his face. "Hi! I’m Jake! I am 12"
"Hi, m-my name is Stiles" Stiles said, trying to imitate his cheerful smile.
“I’m 17”
"Laura said you’ve never been to school! You are so lucky! I am forced to go
everyday! I hate it!" Jake babbled happily, sitting on the bed next to Stiles.
“I’m going to enrol soon too, I bet I'll see you there." Stiles said, feeling a
bit less tense "Uh, do you like comics?"
"Are you freaking kidding?" Jake exclaimed, waving his arms around. Comics were
his life and his brother and sisters usually teased him for it.
"No! I wouldn't kid about that" Stiles said, feeling a bit panicky. Had he said
something wrong hadn't he? "I'm sorr-"
Derek frowned, slipping his arm around Stile's waist "Breathe Stiles, you did
nothing wrong.”
"But-"
Derek cleared his throat "Jake, how about you bring your favourite ones and
lend them to Stiles?"
Jake grinned, jumping up from the bed "That's a great idea! Wait here! I'll be
back!" With that the kid with bright green eyes and a mop of blonde hair ran
out, giggling excitedly.
Stiles frowned at his hands, feeling frustrated. He just knew it! At this rate
he would have to renounce everything to be a hermit.
"Stiles-"
"m'fine"
"Hey, it's okay. Nobody expects you to talk extensively, we'll go at any pace
you like" Derek smiled sadly, kissing his cheek "We'll be fine, I promise.”
Stiles nodded sadly. Derek should learn never to make promises he couldn’t
keep...
***** Random rural town in Poland *****
Stiles sat unmoving, arms stiff at his sides as he stared at the black clock
that was hanged in the principal’s office.
Next to him was Talia, arms gesturing wildly as she discussed (more like
argued) the results of his academic exam with his new dean.
If God, Buddha, Allah or whoever the hell was listening could grant Stiles this
one thing he wouldn't ask for anything ever again. It was a simple wish really,
It’s not like he was asking for the second coming of Jesus or something of the
sort, all he asked was to be a senior like Derek and Laura.
 
When Talia had enrolled him into Beacon Hills High, she’d lied that Stiles had
been raised and schooled in a remote rural town in Poland so he didn't have a
history of his past schooling or any legal papers of the sort.
The principal had looked completely unimpressed but he had nonetheless given
some admission documents for Talia to sign and told Stiles he had to take an
exam to allocate him into a grade.
While Stiles was an incredibly quick learner and had read a bunch of books,
successfully teaching himself some history and maths and other random subjects,
he was understandably way over his head. Logically, he knew he wouldn’t be
placed as a senior but his stupid heart kept a glimmer of hope. Perhaps his
principal would feel bad for him? For all he knew, life would surely be tough
in a random rural town in Poland.
 
Stiles shifted slightly as he tried to look sad, well, sadder…
One could guess the reason of Stiles desperation to be placed in senior year
could be embarrassment of being in a class with notably younger peers than him
but he truly could care less about that. The only and honest truth was more
pathetic than that… He’d grown way too attached to the Hale siblings. After a
mere two weeks at the Hale house.
He couldn't be blamed though.
The Hales were simply amazing,
magical,
supernatural even!
He thought he’d been going crazy, perhaps 10 years of confinement had finally
taken their toll on his sanity.
But there was no space for rationality in Stiles’s brain apparently because he
he simply could not shake off the feeling that the Hales could hear his
heartbeat.
How else could they know the exact moment when his heartbeat accelerated,
thumping loudly against his ribcage as if trying to jump out of his chest.
Immediately Derek and Laura’s faces soured, their lips unconsciously pursing
with concern. It could be coincidental, but Stiles liked to think they were in
tune with him.
 
To make matters worse, they were extremely considerate too! Specially Derek.
He seemed to be hyper-aware of Stiles body or something. It was eerie.
Because of his confinement, Stiles hadn't used his muscles in several years,
they’d become extremely weak, specially his legs who’d taken the biggest hit.
Stiles thinks he would’ve been more pissed about it if he could remember what
it felt to walk longer than 4 meters. But whenever his body suddenly gave up on
him, Derek would always be there, catching him in mid-air like some kind of
lame rom-com hero. Stiles never failed to swoon.
A lot of theories had brewed in Stiles mind, usually at 3 am when he couldn’t
sleep. It was scientifically impossible for Derek to know exactly when he would
collapse.
So Stiles had two main theories.
One: It was a hunch, kinda like spider man’s senses, perhaps not even a hunch
then, a superpower!
Or theory number two: Pure dumb luck. Stranger things had happened, he knew so
cause he’d read all of Ripley’s believe it or not books.
 
Be as it may, the Hales were simply something else.
“I know he ranked pretty high Talia but he’s still missing some of the basics,
realistically he can’t be placed with them! If he’s been studying in an
underdeveloped town like you claimed, his education cannot possibly match ours
and he hasn’t got the time to catch up with the old stuff while he is loaded
with new information!”
That seemed to break Stiles out of his musings, eyes risking to look at the
principal who looked exhausted.
There it was, he knew it. Things never went his way.
 
“Stiles” Talia murmured, her hand resting softly on his shoulder now, making
his breath hitch.
“Darling-”
“If!” The principal started, sighing loudly as if he was already regretting was
he was about to say “Stiles proves to be able to surpass his classmates and get
straight A’s on his subjects I will consider putting him with Derek and Laura”
Talia immediately grinned, white teeth gleaming as she stood up and shook the
man’s hand.
“Deal, We'll take you up on that! Stiles here is a bit of a genius, ain’t that
right son?”
Stiles gulped, blushing profusely. “I g-guess”
“Well Stiles, we’ll see you tomorrow. Here’s your schedule and the list of your
classes and books you’ll need. Good day to you both”
And with that the principal went back to looking at his computer, rudely
ignoring them as if they had already left the room.
Talia rolled her eyes and herded Stiles towards the door. “You’ll prove them
wrong kiddo, don't you worry”
 
 
 
 
“Sucks that you now have to attend school Sti ” Jake mumbled around a big
mouthful of popcorn. “It really is the worst that could’ve happened to you!”
“I like school” Cora chimed in, eyes not leaving the movie that was playing on
the tv’s screen.
The adults have left to have dinner somewhere else and had left all the kids
munching on snacks and watching movies in their media room.
Jake and Stiles had voted for the latest X-men and Cora had picked ‘Bratz the
movie’
Derek had wanted to watch a documentary about whales and everyone had
immediately shot him down to his fake surprise. Laura ended up diffusing the
situation by sneakily putting the cd she was previously clutching in her hands
and pressing play to the Harry Potter franchise. Stiles was in love.
“well you’re wrong!” Jake exclaimed, shovelling more popcorn into his mouth.
“There’s bullies and mean teachers and boring classes!”
“R-really?” Stiles balked. Just what he needed…
“Jake!” Derek grunted “Don’t listen to him Stiles, school is just plain boring,
no bad thing is going to happen to you but if at any moment you feel like it is
all too much, or you don’t like your classmates or your teachers are prying too
much or you don’t feel like being there anymore just come find me or Laur and
we’ll take you back home. We definitely won’t mind, understood?”
“Relax Father” Laura mocked, noting how stiff Stiles remained. Instead of
helping the boy Derek, seemed to be making it worse. But then again, that was
Derek. He had always been a drama queen.
He’d been born with an innate talent for drama and their family loved to joke
about Derek’s impending fame in tacky reality tv show. Out of all of the times
he’d exaggerated and blown things out of proportion, she would never forget
Y2K’s ordeal and how the whole Hale family had spent their New Year’s Eve
scouring the forest, looking for Derek who had decided to run away into the
preserve and hidden in a ironically not very well hidden burrow in case their
home computer turned against them.
Laura had also been in trouble after her mother found out she had added fuel to
the fire by making Derek watch the terminator the week before.
Classic Derek.
 
Laura chuckled loudly, making Derek’s glare deepen. She would have to tell
Stiles the story someday.
“Stiles, ‘m serious” He whined
“Okay, I promise” Stiles nodded solemnly, watching as Derek relaxed and went
back to watching as Harry Potter caught the golden snitch, his large hand find
Stiles’s.
As long as Derek stayed with him, Stiles knew he’d be okay.
Who wouldn't be if they had their own personal superhero looking after them…
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