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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage, Rape/Non-Con
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Stiles_Stilinski, Derek_Hale, Gerard_Argent, Erica_Reyes, Isaac_Lahey,
      Vernon_Boyd, Scott_McCall, Hale_Family
  Additional Tags:
      Child_Abuse, Abuse, Hunter_Stiles_Stilinski, Kinda_OOC_Stiles, Alive_Hale
      Family, Alternate_Universe_-_No_Hale_Fire, ill_update_these_with_the
      story, Parent/Child_Incest, not_blood_related_though, Rape/Non-con
      Elements, WIP
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-01-10 Updated: 2014-07-16 Chapters: 8/? Words: 7790
****** The Hunter and The Hunted ******
by Canadia69
Summary
     this was a tumblr prompt that became a full story
     hunter!stiles and werewolf!derek
     --
     He drew back and released his last arrow into the monsters thigh,
     dropping him to the ground.
     He sauntered over. Taking his dagger and severing the head, a
     malicious grin upon his face.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
***** The Hunter *****
 
When Stiles was around 4 his mother died. 
Cancer.
Stiles was a smart kid, he knew the minute he heard the word what would happen.
He knew he'd never see her again.
What he didn't understand was why his father stopped hugging him.
Why he stopped tucking him in at night, or telling Stiles how much he loved
him. And it bothered Stiles that he didn't understand. He doesn't like not
understanding. 
When Stiles turned 6, two deputies came to his house and told him his father
was shot and killed.
Stiles didn't ask why.
He stopped caring why.
He stopped caring about understanding.
He just stopped caring.
Stiles did have a problem though, he didn't have any relatives, his
grandparents were gone, no aunts or uncles, he had no one. No family. No
friends. 
So at the age of 6 Stiles was put into foster care. It was weird for him, not
being in his own room. Not seeing his father everyday, but he got used to not
seeing people he loved. So he'd get used to it. Just like everything else.
 
His foster father was an angry man. Cold, showing affection and emotion only
when 'outsiders' came to visit. That's what he calls them. 'Outsiders'. He says
he calls them that because they're not family, "but i'm not family
either.." The look on his foster fathers face was strange, almost pitiful, a
look he had never seen before. "Not by blood. But you are family. We trust
family. But only. Family." The words were careful and somewhat forceful. 
He was strange, disappearing at strange hours of the night only to return in
the morning like he was never gone.  He spoke in hushed whispers on the phone,
using words that would make no sense, clearly only significant to those who
knew the 'meaning'. 
They were hiding something. If Stiles wasn't so nosey they might have even been
good at it.
 
When Stiles turned 10 his foster father had sat him down and told him about
'Werewolves' Stiles laughed. A sound he hadn't made since his mother died. It
made him jump.
"Are you serious right now?" He laughed as well as rolled his eyes,
"Werewolves? I'm not some ignorant child."
"First. you are a child and second we are completely serious. Stiles, I am
telling you this because we have decided to train you." His foster father did
not laugh. He did not smile. He was cold, and almost angry, which frightened
him.
"Train me? To do what? Catch them? And what if, and that's a big 'if', what if
i believe you. What if I don't want to be trained?" The sound was more stunning
than the slap itself. He would say it was unexpected but the man has always
been angry as well as a little scary.
"You Will Listen! You Will Learn! And You Will. Train!" He moved to raise his
hand again but Stiles flinched and ducked away.
"We can prove they are real. we will show you why we hunt them. And we don't
catch them, we kill them unless you are told otherwise." He put his hand on
Stiles shoulder in an almost caring gesture.
"Do you understand Stiles?" Stiles raised his eyes to the man and nodded not
wanted to be slapped again, but that was all for not when he felt the second
strike.
"You will answer Yes or No. Do. You. Understand?!"
"Yes!" Stiles had tears threatening to fall, but he refused to cry in front of
this man.
"Good. We start tomorrow." He stood, and walked out the room.
"Yes." Stiles hung him head. Only letting the tears fall when the man closed
the door.
 
----(7 years later)----
 
He drew back and released his last arrow into the monsters thigh, dropping him
to the ground. 
He sauntered over. Taking his dagger and severing the head, a malicious grin
upon his face.
Sighing as he turned to his father, “Are we done?” Throwing the head to his
feet, “That was boring.”
“Yes. We’re done.” Gerard crouched down and grasped the hair of the dead
animal. A sly smile spreading across his face, “If this is boring, how would
you feel about a different job?”
Stiles tipped his head at the offer, “What kind of job?”
Gerard simply smiled. "You'll see."
 
***** The Hunted *****
Chapter Summary
     He was beautiful, fair skin blanketed with moles like the night sky
     is with stars. Gorgeous hazelnut eyes accented by long thick lashes,
     most would argue they were 'girlish', but they only added to his
     beauty. His hair styled up, it looked so incredibably soft, making
     Derek want to run his fingers through it, grasp at it, hold him in
     place while he
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
It was during basketball practice when he first noticed him.
The smell of cinnamon and the forest distracting him from his task.
He was beautiful, fair skin blanketed with moles like the night sky is with
stars.  Gorgeous hazelnut eyes accented by long thick lashes, most would argue
they were 'girlish', but they only added to his beauty. His hair styled up, it
looked so incredibably soft, making Derek want to run his fingers through it,
grasp at it, hold him in place while he-
The hard rubber of a basketball smacking him out of his stupor.
"Where's your head at Hale?! Pay attention!" Derek shook his head, regaining
his composure before nodding to his coach,
"Sorry Coach!" only stealing a second to look back and find the boy gone from
the gym, leaving only the scent behind.
 
It was on the walk home when he noticed the scent again, which is strange since
no one else goes the way he does, never has.
His house is in the middle of the woods, so for someone to be here could only
mean-
"Why are you following me?!" He slammed the boy up against the nearest tree,
eliciting a whine from him.
"W-what?!" The boy seemed frightened. It was strange, Derek felt a need to
comfort the boy not interrogate him, but he needed to.
"Why. Are you. Following. Me?" Derek made sure to seem as intimidating as
possible. The boy was young but he could still be..
"I'm sorry? I didn't realize you owned the woods." The boy deadpanned. 
"My family actually owns this property, yes." The boys eyes widened. 
"Oh my god. I actually- I was just- I like going for walks, the woods are very
calming for me- i'm new, well obviously-" the boy was bright red now, he was,
blushing? and flailing everywhere, "i had no idea, to think someone actually
owned all this property. Seriously I am so sorry. And for being rude. Which
yes, totally being ru-" Derek snorted at his rambles.
"Ohmygodpleasedontkillme" 
That got Dereks attention, "I'm not going to kill you.." He raised an eyebrow,
"sorry, its just my house out here, so when someone i've never seen before
starts to wander in the woods, i get a little suspicious" loosening his hold,
but not quite letting go.
The boy raised his hands in a surrender type of gesture, "Seriously, I am so,
so, so sorry. I had no idea"
"So what did you say you were doing here?" A small growl escaped his lips, you
can never be too careful.
"Walking. In the woods. Obviously. I- uh" He looked down, a hand going to rub
the nape of his neck "um, it's kinda, my mom..she loved nature." The boys voice
broke as he spoke, "she used to take me and my dad for hikes in the woods, I
was really little so we usually didn't go to deep but, it's, it's just, I like
the woods, they remind me of her" The boy raised his head, eyes glazed over
with tears, but they never fell.
Derek withdrew his hold, caught off guard by the sudden admission the boy
presented, it was not what he was expecting, though he was telling the truth.
"I'm sorry, I, most people avoid the woods. So it just seemed-" Derek felt the
pain radiating off of the boy as he spoke, it hurt him.
"Sketchy, yea, It was my fault, I wasn't exactly keeping my distance..you're
totally in your right if you want me like, arrested or something" The boy
seemed nervous, like he thought Derek would really take him up on that.
"I'm not going to have you arrested. But just," He'd have to check if his
parents were okay with it but he didn't see any harm, "Just let me know next
time, I'll have to tell my parents that way they don't freak out when they see
some kid wandering around their property."
The smile that spread across the kids face was blinding, "Really?! Thanks! I.."
He was blushing again, "I'm. Thanks, really, It means alot. The names Stiles by
the way, you know, if you, uh, just incase you were wondering.." The boy raised
a hand and held it out for Derek to take. He had wanted to touch the boy since
the gym. He practically jumped at it.
"Derek." His hand lingered  more than strickly necessary, but the boy didn't
let go either so he took that as a good sign, "Derek Hale. Incase you were
wondering."
The boy raised his eyes and met his for a short moment before they released
each other.
"Well I'm going to," He turned away "I should go, I don't normally linger, just
walk so my, uh my father will be worried" 
Derek wanted to hold him. "Oh yea, sorry about the manhandling"
Derek wanted to kiss him. "No worries, thanks again for..like permission, to
you know, be here"
Derek wanted him. "It really means alot to me. So seriously, Thanks." He smiled
again, turned to walk away, only giving a small wave before walking.
Derek wanted all of him.
"What. The. Hell." He mumbled to himself when the boy was out of sight.
 
--
 
When Stiles walked through his front door and headed for the kitchen, his
father leaning against the counter.
"So? How'd it go?" Stiles didn't bother turning to face him, just opened the
fridge in search of a coke.
"Well we're ahead of scheduel so, good? Like head over heels good." When Stiles
grabbed the can he turned to place it on the counter when he felt a hand smack
across his face.
Stiles didn't react. He knew better. 
"What have I said about facing me when you are speaking?" Stiles just huffed.
Straightening his stance eyes on his fathers face.
"Yes sir. Sorry sir. I wasn't thinking. It won't happen again."
"Good. Now tell me what happened."
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     sorry not sorry
***** Show Off *****
Chapter Summary
     "Yea, I uh," He raked his eyes down Stiles slowly, "I got a little
     distracted."
     This time the blush on Stiles, was entirely Dereks fault.
     'Keep it in your pants big guy, jesus.'
Chapter Notes
     this story is my baby right now
     edit: ok so my friend told me he thinks i should clarify that the
     italics are Stiles' thoughts..
     i thought it was obvious, but for those who read and get confused,
     the italics are what stiles is thinking :3
     sorry if that was unclear
See the end of the chapter for more notes
When Stiles showed up at school the next day, Derek found him almost instantly.
'surprise, surprise'

"Hey Stiles" Dereks smiled as he slid up beside Stiles and leaned against the
lockers.
"oh, uh, hey Derek" Stiles blushed, not so much because of Derek, but because
almost everyone in the hall had stopped to stare at who Derek Hale was talking
to.
"I just wanted to let you know it's cool with my parents." 
"Oh? T-that's, awesome. Really, I appriciate it." Stiles turned his head back
to his locker.
'Seriously, what is with people and staring.' 

"Hey uh are you okay?" Derek noticed his nervouness.
"Uh, what?" He looked back to Derek, "Oh yea, I just..." Stiles hesitated
before whispering, "People are staring at me..."
"Oh." Derek sounded surprised as he turned to the students standing in the
halls, before glaring them away, "Yea, I guess that's my fault sorry"
'woah, full of yourself aren't you' 
"Why were they staring at me? and why would that be your fault?" Stiles raised
an eyebrow.
"Um, well" Derek raised one hand to rub at the back of his neck, almost as if
he was bashful, "I'm sorta really popular, according to everyone else I guess,
but i'm also on the basketball team so...they do what they want really.."
"Yea, I saw you at practice yesterday." Stiles had turned to face Derek now.
Seeing the man give a smug smile, Stiles also through in,"I also saw you take a
ball in the face."
Derek would deny the blush crawling across his cheeks but he brushed it off,
"Yea, I uh," He raked his eyes down Stiles slowly, "I got a little distracted."
This time the blush on Stiles, was entirely Dereks fault.
'Keep it in your pants big guy, jesus.' 
"I uh, s-sorry." Stiles grabbed a book from his locker before closing it, and
turning it to walk away.
"Stiles!" Stopping at his name, though not turning around. Derek placed a hand
on his shoulder, "I have practice again today. You should come."
"I thought I was a distraction?" Stiles didn't think before speaking, he was
suppose to be awkward, not flirty.
'A day and i'm already screwing up.' 
"I never said it was a bad thing,"
'What is with this guy and his stupid smirking.'
"I, uh, y-yea. Sure! I-i mean, if you want.." Stiles eyes were staring at his
feet shuffling on the floor.
"Yea. I mean I don't want to force you or anything..if you don't want-"
"No! I do!" Stiles eyes widened at his declaration, "uh,"he cleared his throat,
"Want to I mean."
"Cool. Its in the gym..obviously," Derek turned to leave, "See you later."
"Yea..see you" He noticed on his way to class that the hallways were empty.
'Late on my second day. Perfect.' 
 
No one sat next to him on the bleachers. More like around him, they all knew he
was there for Derek. Gossip at this school spreads like disease.
"Do_you_think_they're_are,_like,_together?"
"No_way!"
"He's_so_not_his_type."
"Or_his_level_I_mean_come_on."
"He's_not_that_bad"
"8"
:"Guh_more_like_a_5._and_he's_trying_for_a_10?_good_luck."

'Do you think I can't hear you?' Stiles couldn't afford to be bothered by such
trivial things like jealous school girls.
It was funny to watch Derek turn every so often when they said something rude
about Stiles. 
'Already getting possesive are we? Good.' 
Derek played perfectly, only getting distraced when he had a moment to spare. 
'Show off' 
Stiles wasn't sure whether he was suppose to wait for Derek after practice but
he didn't see any harm.
"You waited?" Was the first thing Derek said as he came out of the locker
rooms. Stiles was suddenly unsure of his decision.
"Oh. Was I not? I just thought that-"
"Stiles, relax. It's okay. I just didn't think you would."
"I thought we could walk together," Chancing a look into Dereks eyes. "You
know, since we'll be going the same way."
At Dereks silence he continued, "I mean not that you have to or anything, cause
maybe you like walking alone, I normally do, I just thought it might be nice,
company and all. I totally understand if you don't want to. Which you probably
don't. I'm really annoying. I'm sorry. Just Ignore me. I don't know why I-" A
hand on his shoulder stopped his rambles.
"Stiles. I would love to walk with you."
'I'm going to tear that smirk off your face.'
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     i am so not sorry >:3
***** Definitely A Yes *****
Chapter Summary
     When Derek gets home the first thing he does is go into the sitting
     room where his mother is.
     And gives her a hug.
     She hugged him back of course, a little surprised at the sudden
     affection but when Derek moved to get up she didn't say anything,
     just smiled.
     She knew.
     She was his mother, of course she knew.
Chapter Notes
     so because i'm a horrible person here's some fluffy fluff goodness <3
See the end of the chapter for more notes
 
By the time practice was over it was nearly 4:30.
By the time Derek finished showering and changing it was just turning five.
There was no one else around, except for the others just getting off practice.
It was quiet.
It was nice.
As Stiles walked beside Derek, feet almost perfectly synchronized, Stiles
started to slow, before he stopped altogether.
"Stiles? Is something wrong?" Derek said as he came to a stop, turning to
Stiles.
"I- uh" Stiles was looking at his hands, which were fidgeting restlessly.
Derek walked towards Stiles slowly, like you would a frightened animal.
"Stiles? Whatever it is, you can tell me."
Stiles' head shot up, staring at the mans eyes, his beautifully gorgeous
emerald-Stiles stopped his thoughts.
"Um, do you..i mean, would you" Stiles lifted one of his hands to scratch at
his neck nervously, before squeezing his eyes shut and just let his words go.
"Wouldyouwannagooutwithme? I mean, like date..do you even like guys? I mean i
know i only met you yesterday but, and you're just so, and i, uh well.."
Stiles opened his eyes to see Derek, wide eyed, looking down at him, a small
blush creeping onto his features.
"I mean, obviously if this makes you uncomfortable, feel free to reject me. I'd
still like to be friends though, maybe asking was a bad idea, i'm sorry i
really shouldn't hav-"
Stiles was cut off by Dereks mouth on his, hard and rushed, but controlled.
Arms snaking around Stiles waist to pull him flush against his chest. Stiles
hands flailing around, unsure of where to go, touching and caressing everything
as they went, deciding on being in Dereks hair. Grasping fistfuls to pull Derek
in more, closer. 
When they finally broke apart Stiles was gasping for breath, "I guess I can
take that as a yes?" 
Dereks arms, which were still around Stiles waist, tightened their hold
slightly before Derek put his head in the crease of Stiles neck and whispered,
"Definitely a yes."
Stiles could practically feel the smirk growing on Dereks face.
 
 
When Derek gets home the first thing he does is go into the sitting room where
his mother is. 
And gives her a hug.
She hugged him back of course, a little surprised at the sudden affection but
when Derek moved to get up she didn't say anything, just smiled. 
She knew.
She was his mother, of course she knew.
 
 
When Stiles gets home the first thing he does is go into the living room where
his father is.
"He said yes."
His father stood up from where he was sitting, and reached for Stiles. He tried
not to flinch, but sometimes he just can't help it.
When he felt arms come around him he froze, thinking perhaps he had done or
said something wrong, but when he felt the arms tighten softly he relaxed.
It was a hug. 
Stiles felt himself gush at the type of praise he has never received, before
bringing up his own arms to hug back, only hesitating a moment, asking for
permission, before his fathers grip tightened only slightly as he whispered, 
"I'm so proud of you" in his ear.
The hug lasted only moments before they released each other, his father sitting
back down, while Stiles headed to his room.
Stiles never heard the blip in his fathers heart when he spoke.
Nor did he hear the hushed word 'disgusting' as he headed up the stairs.
 
Chapter End Notes
     i'm still not sorry :3
***** ?Boyfriends? *****
Chapter Summary
     'another stupid smirk on his stupid face, with stupid adorable bunny
     teeth and stupid gorgeous eyes and-'
Chapter Notes
     what? two in one day? it must be christmas <3
See the end of the chapter for more notes
That night while Stiles was lying in bed, he recieved a text from an unknown
number. Since he was new and had given exactly two people his number.
His father and Derek, and he knew his father  would never text him. The text
was a simple greeting;
11:28
Hi, how are you?

Stiles wasn't sure how to respond. In a face to face conversation he has no
trouble talking, but he's not used to this, he's never had friends. Never had
any sort of companion at all. And he's never had to text anyone before. It was
new to him, he wasn't sure if you were suppose to spell correctly, or spell
like those idiots who think it saves time to take out all the vowels. Was he
suppose to add those weird collons as faces. Was he suppose to answer
immediatly, or wait a few minutes. Was he suppose to elaberate on how he was or
just say fine. It was stupid to be worrying about this. He knew it was. But
his father was proud of him. He didn't want to fuck it up. He went with how he
felt and told the truth. Sort of.
11:31
Hi :) I'm ok. You?

When he didn't get an answer back for the next few minutes, he didn't exactly
panic, but he worried his phone for a while, constantly checking for a message.
Bringing it with him everywhere in the house, afriad to leave it and some how
miss the message. It was only ten minutes before another text came.
11:41
Just ok? And I'm good :) like really good, this guy at school asked me out
today. To be honest it was kind of unexpected. But I'm glad it happened.

Stiles just stared at his phone, the way Derek was talking was like he wasn't
talking to Stiles, maybe he texted him by mistake, how would he tell him that?
But that would mean he was texting someone else about Stiles, telling someone
else how excited he was, how that made him happy. Stiles was suddenly filled
with delight at the notion that he did that. He made someone feel like that. He
made someone feel elated at the prospect of going out with him. Stiles would be
lying if he said it didn't do things to him. But he couldn't think like that.
This wasn't real. It wasn't meant to be forever. He needed to remember that.
Remeber what he was. Remember what Derek was.
11:44
What a coincidence, cause today I asked out this like really gorgeous looking
guy, i only met him yesterday, but no time like the present right? I was really
nervous when he didn't answer me right away, I though I freaked him out. But it
totally worked out :)

Stiles figured Derek knew who he was texting and if he didn't, well, he did
now. Though Stiles wasn't sure what made him tell Derek how gorgeous he thought
he was, but he sent it before he could change his mind.
11:44 
You think I'm gorgeous?

One of the main reasons Stiles hated the whole texting thing, was the no
emotion. This text could be taken in a multitude of ways. He figured a good way
was the best to go.
11:45
Clearly someone does not own a mirror.
 
11:45
Well, you're not so bad yourself ;)
 
Sarcasm. That's good. Stiles could do wonders with sarcasm, and witty
comebacks.
11:46
Not so bad? Clearly you have not been looking properly. I am actually quite a
catch. Fantastic really.
11:47
yea. you are.

The sudden playful banter gone. Left in its place is a small confession. This
man he's known less than 24hours saying Stiles is a catch. Fantastic. Good
looking, in any aspect, to Stiles is more praise in ten minutes than he has
ever gotten in his whole life.
No emotion though. Was Derek being sincere? Was he blushing? Flustered? Did he
look like some stupid teenager in love?
Stiles really hates texting.
11:49
I should be getting to bed, school tomorrow.

Stiles wondered if he could get away from telling his father about this. Who
knows what he'd say. He decided ending it now and going to bed was probably the
best option.
11:49
I'll see you tomorrow than? Night :)
11:50
Yea :) Goodnight
 
 
When Stiles got to school the next morning, he was greeted at the door by none
other than his boyfriend? They haden't even gone on a date yet. Stiles gave a
small wave before Derek was on him, arms pulling him into a hug, before he gave
him a slight peck on the lips, well, maybe a little more than a peck. It was
nothing like yesterday. It was completely different. Still just as wonderful
and passionate, but almost possesive. 
'Ahh. Showing everyone i'm taken.'

Stiles tried to will away the blush currently sporting his cheeks but no such
luck. Derek pulled away but never took away all contact. He took his hand
before they were walking towards Stiles' locker. As Derek leaned his back
against the wall, playing with his and Stiles still entertwined fingers he
asked,
"So, we should go on a date?" He didn't mean for it to be a question, but even
Derek Hale got nervous.
Stiles turned to face his boyfriend?, still sounded weird, "Yes! I mean, uh,
what were you thinking? Or maybe you wanted me to pick, I mean I know I asked
you, or maybe you-"
"Stiles." Derek laughed out his name, "It's okay. I was actually wanting to ask
you if maybe you would be interested in coming..uh" Now it was Dereks turn to
be flustered, "Dinner. With me. My house I mean uh crap.." the last part came
out obviously as an accident.
"Derek, Dinner with your family sounds perfect." Derek face burst out another
smirk.
'another stupid smirk on his stupid face, with stupid adorable bunny teeth and
stupid gorgeous eyes and-'

Stiles had to snap himself out of his thoughts fearing Derek could probably
read his mind by this point.
"So..Friday?" Derek asked.
"Friday." Derek looked like christmas, new years and his birthday had all come
early when Stiles said yes.
Now all he had to do was try and convince his family to behave when Stiles
showed up.
Yea. Not hard at all.
 
Chapter End Notes
     whats this? is Stiles feeling feels that feel like feelings?! Idunno
     ¯\_(-_-)_/¯
***** Father Please. *****
Chapter Summary
     Stiles didn't care. He just shut his eyes and waited.
     For anything.
     Nothing came.
     Nothing but the sound of the front door slamming shut.
Chapter Notes
     IMPORTANT INFORMATION:
     okay so this chapter came out of nowhere, you know how that happens
     sometimes.
     well. anyway there is rape in this chapter from Gerard to Stiles. Its
     not extremely detailed, but still if it bothers you ill post a
     summary of the chapter in the end notes. Dereks first half is okay to
     read. There is a space between the two so you know when to stop.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
"Dereekkks got a boooyyfrieenndddd~" 
Sisters were probably the worst things to ever be invented.
"Who thought having more kids was a good idea?!" Derek yelled as he pointed an
accusing finger at his mom. "It was you, wasn't it?"
Talia raised an eyebrow at her sons outburst.
"Oh, shush." She patted the seat on the couch beside her, "Now come sit next to
me and tell me about this boy."
Derek did so with reluctance, but as he turned to his mother, the smile that
spread across his face was gleaming.
"Mom. I don't even know. I met him only yesterday. I first noticed him at
practise, it was just," Derek took a minute to breath, "it was heavenly. Thats
it. I've never been distracted during practise before and-" A blush crept up
Dereks neck, "I missed a pass and the ball ended up right in my face. And he
SAW it!! It was so embarassing. I mean I think he did..when I looked back he
wasn't on the bleachers anymore so, i don't know." Talia didn't say anything,
just let him talk. Nodding in the right places. She refused to inturrupt her
only son while he was being all giddy about a boy. "But I ran into him out in
the preserve on my way home, which I thought was strange since he left before
me," She did hoowever stop him there.
"Derek. Does he know?" Derek shook his head.
"It doesn't seem like he does. but I remember what you told me about when
people just happen by. So when I asked him he told me. He uh-" Derek rubbed the
back of his neck.
"He what?" Talia was looking more worried by the second. 
"Nothing bad!! Well..not for us. He uh, he told me his mom used to take him for
hikes when he was younger..he just wanted to walk through the woods. He didn't
even know the entire preserve was someones property."
"Derek. Are you sure? You also remember what i've told you about good liars and
half truths right?"
"Yea mom I know but-"
"Derek this seems a little to coincidental for me. and you know how I feel
about coincidences."
"Mom I swear its-" Talia slammed her hand on the table in front of them. Eyes
flashing red.
"Enough. Derek." Derek couldn't help but shrink back. "I can see how infatuated
you are with this boy but, I haven't even met him, and I already don't trust
him."
"Then meet him!!" Derek jumped out of the couch. "Dinner or something.
Anything. Please mom. I never do anything. I never have anyone over. Please.
Just him."
Talia thought for a moment. "Derek. You must consider this carefully. If this
boys turns out to be-"
"Mom he's not. I swear. There is no way."
"Derek. Letting this boy into our home could be very dangerous."
"Mom just dinner. Meet him. Talk to him. If you hate him then..." Derek dropped
his head, "Then I won't see him anymore."
"Derek," Talia stood to face her son. Grabbing his chin and bringing their eyes
together. "Friday. Dinner. 6. If I don't like him. If I don't trust him. You
will not see him. You will not befriend him. Are we clear?" She spoke softly,
but firmly. As both mother and Alpha.
"Yes mother! Thank you!" Derek gave his mother a huge hug, enough to lift her
off her feet. "You'll love him. I promise."
"Alright. Now go wash up for dinner." Derek nodded and ran upstairs. Barely
able to contain his happiness, he ended up breaking the handle to his door.
"You're fixing that." Talia voice travelled from the kitchen.
"Yes mom."
 
 

"He invited me for dinner on friday." Stiles took a moment to inform his father
about the days events before he started to eat.
"You work fast, don't you." It wasn't a question. Though Stiles wasn't sure
whether it was a praise or not.
"I can slow it down. Not go if you-" Stiles dropped his head at the sudden
slap. Unsure of what brought it on. His father didn't comment on anything. He
simply continued to eat. Stiles thought that was the best option. Forgo
talking. He will answer only when spoken to.
They ate in silence for the rest of the meal. 
When his father had finished Stiles went to grab his plate to wash, but he was
stopped by the grip that was suddenly squeezing his wrist. He looked from his
wrist to his fathers eyes, seeing nothing but rage. and hatred. He knew this
was going to be bad. He wasn't sure what caused it, but his father now just
needed an outlet.
As Stiles twisted his wrist slightly to test the grip, it just got tighter.
"F-father?" Stiles was suddenly bent over the table. Arm twisted behind and
pushed up his back, holding him down. His father bent over him, holding his
other hand above his head. He leaned over to whisper in the boys ear.
"Are you enjoying your new assignment?" Stiles tried to shake his head, "You
seem very excited about being invited to dinner."
"No father I-" His father took that moment to push Stiles arm up more, causing
Stiles to cry out.
"Shut up. You filth. You're just as bad as them." Stiles understood then. Why
his father gave him this particular assignment. No one would ever do something
like this. Ever. It was disgusting. It was disgraceful. He had wanted to see if
he would do it, and now that he had started he had to finish it. He had to work
til the end. His father would be more disgusted with him now than he ever was.
And there is no way to fix it.
"Did you enjoy spending time with him. Holding hands. Touching.
kissing." Stiles never told him that. How would he know? How- He must have
someone else at the school keeping an eye on him. "Did you fuck him in the
woods too?!"
"Father please! I'm sorry! I-I thought this is what you wanted!" His father let
go of the arm above Stiles head and turned and twisted it to his back like the
other. before he undid his belt and pulled it through the loops. Taking a
moment to whip it against the counter beside Stiles face, causing him to jump.
He placed the belt on the counter, maneuvering himself around, before he ripped
the boys pants down.
"F-father Stop! Please Stop! Don't!" The first thrust came and Stiles did all
he could not to scream. Just tears streaming down his face. Letting out whine
after whine. When he started to move Stiles felt a wetness along his ass and
down the inside of his thighs. Blood. After some time it didn't hurt anymore.
He felt numb. Cold. And after what felt like hours it finally stopped. He felt
his arms be released and they fell to his sides. There were the sound of a
zipper, and a belt being buckled. He thought it was over when he felt a weight
on his back once more.
"I just thought you should experience a real cock before you take that
monsters." Stiles shut his eyes at the words. 
He had been trained. Beaten. Tortured. Even left for dead in a few cases. But
never had he been raped.
It was worse than anything he had ever endurded. And for all he knew this
wouldn't be the last time either.
As the weight from his back relented, he was suddenly on the floor. Thrown
probably.
Stiles didn't care. He just shut his eyes and waited.
For anything.
Nothing came.
Nothing but the sound of the front door slamming shut.
 
Chapter End Notes
     So basically if you skipped the rape:
     Gerard is disgusted with Stiles for trying to get with a werewolf,
     even though it was Gerards plan. (mans a psycho what can i say) he
     rapes him as a sort of "lesson" i wrote it as letting Stiles
     experience a "human" before a "monster" (idek just go with it) Stiles
     is now more terrified of Gerard than he ever has been in his life. As
     well as seriously hurt.
     Thats pretty much how I ended it.
     So yea.. I am actually so sorry for this chapter, thats not what was
     going to happen but it did.
     Poor Stiles, What am I doing to you?!
***** That's Your Job Now *****
Chapter Notes
     So I did this on my phone, so if the spacing or whatever is off
     that's why, I'll fix anything on my laptop when I get a chance
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Stiles didn’t go to school the next day.
His father didn’t make him.
 
830
hey 
835 
are you alright?
843
are you coming today?
902
are you sick?
1130
I’m going to come see you at lunch alright?
1146
I got your address from the office, I’m not a stalker I swear.
1201
I’m here.
 
Stiles didn’t wake up until he heard what he thought was a soft knock on his
door.
Neither him nor his father had any friends so who wou-
Oh no.
Stiles checked his phone only to see a parade of texts, all from Derek.
He didn’t have time to think of something, anything, to get him out of this.
He threw on a pair of sweats before he went downstairs.
Practically throwing opening the door, only to see Derek.
Stupidly gorgeous and happy Derek, before his face contorted to something akin
to horror.
Only then did Stiles realize his mistake, he wasn’t wearing a shirt.
He looked down before slamming the door, only Derek’s hand got in the way.
 
“Stiles?! Jesus Christ what happened to you?! Are you alright?! Do you need to
go to the hospital?!” Stiles couldn’t look at him. Could barely speak, unable
to think of something to say, so he settle for “It was an accident.”
Derek looked almost offended at the lie.
“Stiles. This was not an accident.” That’s when it hit Stiles that he probably
knows.
Knows more than he sees. It would look like Stiles got into a fight with a car
and lost but to Derek. 
He knows.
He can probably smell it.
How gross of a thought is that.
“You don’t have to talk about it that’s fine, but we are going to the
hospital.”
Stiles took an unprecedented step back, “No. No hospitals. I can’t-“  he
couldn’t stop his knees from buckling, Derek moved through the doorway catching
Stiles easily before he hit the ground.
“Okay, okay” Derek lifted Stiles and carried him towards what he figured was
the living room to place him on the couch. “No hospitals. It’s alright Stiles.
You’re okay.” Derek was rubbing his hands along Stiles face, shoulders, arms,
trying to calm the oncoming panic attack.
“I promise Stiles, no hospitals. Shh.”
Stiles took what felt like hours to calm down, finally steadying his breathing
enough to speak.
“I’m sorry, I don't think I'll be coming for dinner.”
Derek laughed, stroking his hand down Stiles face.
“Stiles I don’t care about-“ Derek thought about it a moment, had that been the
reason? Stiles asked to go out for dinner, or maybe it was with a boy?
Was it his fault?
He paled.
“Is that why?” Derek’s voice barely above a whisper “Was he angry about you
going to dinner at my house?” 
Stiles looked at him then. 
“What are you talking about?”
“You’re father, he did this right?” Stiles didn’t acknowledge the question.
“I’m asking if it was because of…” Derek gestured to them both, “This. Us.”
Stiles put his head down, not really meaning to, but he didn’t know what else
to do.
His father hated werewolves. 
And gays.
And blacks.
Children.
Women.
Him.
Gerard hates everything. 
Even other hunters, Stiles has yet to know something his father doesn’t hate.
“He didn’t mean-“
“DO NOT tell me he didn’t mean to Stiles.” Derek stood at his words.
“You don’t just accidentally beat and rape someone!!!” Derek took a moment to
breathe, realizing what he had said. Though noticing Stiles didn’t give any
reaction to his words. 
Derek sat back down beside Stiles put his hand back on his face, gentle
caressing his check with his thumb, “Stiles. It was not an accident. Is that
what he does? Tells you he didn’t mean to? Or it was your fault? Because he did
and it is most definitely not your fault.”
Stiles reached a hand up to grab Dereks.
“You should go.”
The look on Dereks face was almost enough to make him feel guilty.
“Stiles please let me-“
“Derek you can’t be here.” 
“Stiles.” Derek whined
“Please,” Stiles lowered Dereks hand in his, tears threatening to fall. “You
can’t be here.”
“Then come with me to mine. Please Stiles.” 
Stiles had never had someone care for him, about him, or any kind of affection
that wasn’t hate directed towards him, so this, Derek, was new.
“No one can know Derek, they can’t!” Worried now that Derek will tell someone.
“Stiles when my parents ask why you’re not there, I can’t lie. Moreover I
won’t. Stiles for all I know you need a hospital. So it’s either there, or my
house. Pick one.”
Stiles wasn’t strong enough to fight him on this, physically or emotionally.
“Your house.”
“Alright, I’ll go upstairs and grab you a shirt and we’ll go.”
Stiles only nodded.
 
 
When they arrived at Dereks house his mother, at first glance was furious that
he wasn’t in school but after a double take she knew. She simply nodded her
head towards the upstairs, presumably towards Dereks room since that is where
he was placed.
Derek layed him down and covered him with his comforter before headed back
downstairs.
They weren’t as quiet as they thought they were, voices travelling up the
stairs.
 
"Derek. What is going on?” 
“He wasn’t at school, so I was texting him, and he never replied, so I was just
going to see him for lunch but then I saw him and I-“
“Derek you know about...” She trailed off
“Yes. I know. I knew the minute I saw him.”
“Do you know who it-“
“His father.”
“What?!”
“Yea. He doesn’t have any friends yet, that I know of. And he was trying to
tell me it was an accident. Mom what if this has been happening to him for a
while?! He didn’t even want me taking him to the hospital, he didn’t want to
come here either but I made him pick one. I couldn’t leave him there.”
“Did it seem like it has happened before?”
“Well I noticed red on his face the second day, almost like he was slapped, I
didn’t really think anything of it…but I haven’t known him more than like four
days so I can’t really say.”
“Derek, sweetheart, its alright.” They didn’t speak for a few moments, Stiles
assumed they were hugging or whatever people did.
“You really care for this boy.” The mother sounded oddly curious, “You don’t
think he’s-“
“I think so. I, Just his smell mom, I don’t know how to explain it. I just, I
didn’t even have to see his face and I just wanted him, needed him. It hurts to
think about not seeing him, or, or talking to him.”
“Then we will do everything we can to keep him safe. That’s your job now.”
They didn't talk again for a long time, Stiles decided to give up listening and
try to sleep.
He didn't want to think about how Derek felt and what that meant.
If his father ever found out.
He would kill them both.
 
Chapter End Notes
     Well??
     I wasn't really interested in having Stiles hide this from him or
     anything so I'm letting Derek know and deal with it.
     So the 'real' sterek is kinda slow building but not like glacier
     slow. We're getting there :3
     Lemme know What you think <3
***** Better The Enemy You Know *****
Chapter Summary
     "I can't explain it..But I like you Stiles. You don't always need
     time, sometimes you can just know right away..I liked you since I
     first noticed you at my practice.."
Chapter Notes
     I AM SO SOOORRRYYYY
     I KNOW ITS BEEN LIKE FOUR MONTHS OR SOMETHING!!!
     I DIDNT REALISE!!!!
     but to make it up to you, i made this chapter extra fluffy :3
     also a reminder italics generally mean stiles thoughts, though some
     italics are just emphasis, i hope you can differentiate between the
     two, if not lemme know and i'll fix it up :3
     enjoy
See the end of the chapter for more notes
When stiles woke up, he felt like he had slept for days.
Though he didn't feel rested at all.
When stiles opened his eyes, he had to immediately shut them due to the
blinding light, which...that's strange, his bed was facing away from the-
Thats right.
 
He remembered now.
Derek coming to his house, finding him, knowing, taking him back to his house,
hearing that talk that he had had with his mother.
He couldn't think about that.
He couldn't-
Stiles was interrupted from thinking about the thing he couldn't think about
when there was a soft knock on the door.
"Stiles? Are you awake?" Derek.
Stiles opened his mouth to answer but all that came out was a small grunt, half
due to his tiredness, half due to the dryness of his throat.
"You've been asleep for a long time," Stiles tried to turn his body so he could
face Derek, tried and failed only to cry out from the pain emanating from his
ribs.
Derek was at his side in an instant.
"Stiles?! What's wrong? Is it your ribs again?" Stiles only faintly noticed a
hand coming up to rest on his side. He ignored it in favour of what felt like
heaven, as the pain subsided.
"Stiles?" God, he sounds so concerned...
Stiles reached a hand up to place atop Derek's,
"I'm okay, just moved wrong is all." Derek let out what sounded like a whine,
but did not yet remove his hand.
"I was going to ask if you wanted to come down and eat, but i'll just bring it
up to you."
"No, I can come downstairs. I'm being enough of a pest as it is, no reason to
have you acting as maid as well." Stiles explained.
"You don't need to force yourself. and you are not being a pest." The sincerity
that Stiles saw within Derek was alarming. 
He has never had someone care so much. 
"I should..."Stiles stopped before he said 'go home', he knew Derek would never
let him. Not after what happened. If Derek got his way Stiles would never see
Gerard again.
"..I should really get out of this bed, I can make it downstairs." Stiles gave
Derek the best smile he could muster, before trying again to sit up and swing
his legs slowly over the side of the bed.
He faltered only slightly, Derek holding an arm out for him to hold onto, which
he gladly took.
"Just take your time." Stiles smirked at him.
"Yes mom." Derek didn't smile back, taking care to watch and make sure stiles
didn't trip, or go to fast.
 
By the time they made it down the stairs, Stiles could smell the food being set
out. As they neared the kitchen he thought he heard Talia saying 'foods ready'
but it was so quiet he couldn't be sure. 
Until a herd of footsteps started down the stairs, oh right. Werewolves.
How could I forget.
 
It was loud at the table. Everyone having different conversations. Talking over
one another.
It was...comfortable.
 
Is this what normal family's are like at the table? 
Stiles never had the luck to have a real family. He could barely remember his
parents faces. Couldn't come up with a memory about them. Nothing.
The only family he has ever truly known was Gerard.
And to compare him to this setting would be...disgusting.
Stiles didn't realise he had zoned out until he felt a hand on his arm.
"..iles?" Stiles turned to face him.
"hmm?"
"Are you alright? Are you in any pain?" I don't understand your concern.
"Umm, no..I'm alright, Thanks" He was lying of course, after walking down those
stairs, he was feeling every bruise. 
 Of course he knew that Derek knew he was lying, but he didn't push. Stiles was
grateful for that.
 
When they had finished eating, Derek asked if Stiles wanted to go back and lie
down, or if he wanted to watch tv or something.
Stiles chose to lie down.
Derek helped him back up the stairs, taking pain with the hand pressed against
Stiles back.
If Stiles didn't know, he would have no idea what Derek was doing. But he knew
very well.
"It's weird.."Stiles said as he sat on the bed.
"What is?"
"The pain..It just...disappears, but only when you touch me...so it's weird..."
Stiles didn't think before he spoke, in a way, he wanted Derek to know he knew,
or at the very least have Derek tell him so he didn't have to pretend any more.
The plan won't work if he knows. Shut up. You're ruining everything. Useless.
Useless!!
"Stiles?" He needs to stop spacing out before Derek thinks he has a brain
injury.
"Yea?"
"I was saying that sometimes touch can actually help with pain." Stiles looked
at him for a long moment before nodding.
"Really? cool." If that was a real fact, he definitely had never heard it
before.
"Stiles, look, I know you might say this isn't my business and I have no right
to intervene but..." Derek paused, unsure of himself.
"I can't let you go back to your house." Stiles eyes widened.
You can not keep me here.
"You can not keep me here." He definitely did not mean to say that out loud.
"I-I have to go home. You don't understand." 
"Stiles," Derek put both his hands on Stiles shoulders to hold him, calm him.
"What he did to you..I can't let you go home knowing it might, will happen
again. I won't let him hurt you again. I can't."Damnit Derek why do you care so
much?!!
"Damnit Derek why do you care so much?!!" His brain to mouth filter was not
working today. Shit.
Derek pulled back slightly.
"I.." Stiles knew what he wanted to say. What he couldn't say. The Stiles he
thinks he knows wouldn't understand.
"You barely know me Derek. We met like what? Four? Five days ago? I don't
understand why you care?!" Stiles didn't bother to filter right now, he didn't
understand his own current emotional state. 
And that scared him.
"Stiles..I.." Derek let go of Stiles shoulders and turned away from him.
Clearly unsure of what to say.
"I can't explain it..But I like you Stiles. You don't always need time,
sometimes you can just know right away..I liked you since I first noticed you
at my practice.."
Stiles just stared at him.
What are you talking about. You like me? You like who you think I am. I have to
lie about everything. Trust me if you knew who I was. What I wanted. You'd kill
me. Not comfort me.
Stiles noted the look on Derek's face.
Fuck.
He said that out loud.
"Stiles-"
Before Derek could say anything, ask him anything, he threw the covers off him
and into Derek's face. 
He bolted for the door, any pain he felt he ignored.
He ran down the stairs and threw open the front door and ran.
He didn't know where to go.
If he stayed they'd kill him.
If he went home his father would kill him.
He went home.
Better the enemy you know.
Right?
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     WELL??!!??!
     I personally love this chapter the most, probably because of all the
     'let me comfort you with my totally secret love for you' Derek
     i totally don't apologize for the cliffhanger, its perfect :3
     mwahahaha
     lemme know what you think
End Notes
     hope you enjooyed :3
     i know i get distracted from finishing stories by writing other
     stories, don't hate me i'll finished them i promise.
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