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As he kept his rather fat ass - or so Derek referred it as - on Derek's lap and drank a cup of fresh chocolate milk that was placed right in front of him by Auntie Annie, he turned and looked at the new crowd of curious teens that were here for some reason that he was trying to piece together. He easily recognized the majority of them, with the exception to the younger ones who he had no fucking idea who they were, but due the familiarity between Cora and one of the younger ones, he easily (and rightfully) assumed him to be the famous Branden Hale, the youngest and bravest of the siblings, he was called. He could still feel the rather powerful intent and pulsing energy of the bite, with both sexual and non-sexual possessiveness throbbing on his shoulder! The only other thing he was hyperaware of was the murderous glare that Derek was sending Scott even now. His big burly arms were wrapped around his smaller body in a locking but secure position, making Stiles feel a bit more secure... It was weird, feeling secure that is, because it was one of the most foreign and exquisite emotion he ever felt in both of his lives.
He was just used to either being in danger of being the danger.
"So-" Setting his drink down, Stiles (tired still from the Mating Bite- oh gods when will it end?) simply turned to look at the group of teens that looked at him with clear interest and curiosity: "-what do you guys want? I'm not exactly very energetic nowadays, and it'll probably take a while to get back to 100%." He felt Derek's arms tighten just a little as a smugness seemed to flow into his mind, making him use his magic through their bond to simply do the equivalent of a hard flick on someone's forehead against Derek, which had him blinking away in confusion for a few seconds before he purposefully began to feel even more smug than he already did. Seriously, he even winked at him! The audacity of this guy... he should be thankful Stiles loves him so much. "Shut up, Derek." Stiles rolled his eyes and definitely did not blush at all, not even turned a little bit pink at the the tip of his ears and neither did he start smelling like sickening sweet love.
"Okay, this is both cool and weird." Cora supplied from the sideline- It's been a while since Stiles interacted with Cora, but he had only met the broken version of her. He only knew the broken shattered pieces of a woman that had barely managed to pull herself together and made a life out of the broken pieces: "Seriously, I'm happy for you, Derek, but this whole possessive and smug thing you got going on is really weird from your usual silent and calm thing." Seriously, she was more used to her brother being the silent one after what happened with him and Kate, and of course after what happened with him and Paige... He just got into this bubble that was extremely difficult for everyone to simply reach out to him. He went almost feral because his anchor almost faded away, and to see him act like a not emotionally stunted werewolf was the epitome of her evening, even if it was weird to see her brother act horny, smug, and possessive of his Mate. "Glad for you though- Stiles is kinda weird, but according to Scott he's a good guy anyway, so I guess I'm glad we have another cool person added to our family."
"Awn, thank you Cora." Stiles smiled- He was delighted to know that different from her broke counterpart, Cora was more emotionally stable here, but because he has no full idea of how different she is from his home reality, he will not judge her too soon: "That's really nice of you to say." He pinched Derek's thigh because his sneaky left hand was going down behind his back and trying to go into his pants. He kept his calm facade, his heartbeat kept the same relaxed pace, and he didn't even smell a bit annoyed as he stopped Derek from fingering him in front of so many people.
"Wait, Stiles-" Scott, bless his little brain, looked back at Derek with a confused look (after all, every wolf there could smell his soft disappointment) before he looked back at Stiles and frowned: "-why can't I hug you now? You know about the pack! You're part of the pack! I don't need to keep you away anymore! You- Oh... Uhm, you're not happy about that... Uhm, maybe you can, like, forgive me? I was only obeying what Alpha Talia and your dad told me was right- And I didn't want you to be hurt too!" He almost felt a bit of despair as he pleaded, silently pleaded, and looked at Stiles with his best puppy eyes. He could feel Allison's hand on his own hand, giving him a tight hold. "I-I didn't mean to hurt you, you know?"
"Well, the road to hell is paved with good intentions, as they say." Shrugging nonchalantly and ignoring the look of pain he got from Scott- Stiles felt his inner darkness almost preen and grin at the look of pain in Scott's face, the very face of the man that had betrayed him not only in his past reality but on his new one as well, because willingly or not, he has betrayed this Stiles as well... As has his own father, but he will deal with that later. "Your actions have spoken louder than your words, Scott, and it shows where exactly I stand- I do not blame you, after all, why would I?" Stiles felt an almost gleeful grin overcome his senses as pettiness won as he let out the following words: "You just moved on to better people anyway." The moment he said the word "better", he knew it was like a lightning fast stab had been dealt to the heart of his previous best friend. No way in hell would he still be friends with this guy, no matter even if they were once good friends in this reality, because Stiles has bigger baggage with Scott than that and he knows he wouldn't be best friend with Scott after everything he has been through no matter how much he tries. That is a simple fact: He cannot face Scott without thinking of his claws sinking into his guys, without seeing red eyes glaring at him with sheer hatred, without imagining the sound of his voice shouting bad things... He simply can't. "I am happy you found better friends, Scott." He just had to take a dig at the fresh wound again, for pettiness sake.
"Stiles..." The look of shock in Scott's face when all present wolves, including him, could easily tell that Stiles was telling what he saw as truth because there was no telling from his heartbeat... It was heartbreaking for some. "I-"
"What the fuck, Stilinski?" Of course, the source of years of bullying decided to speak now- Meet Jackson Whittemore, also known as Jackass, Jackie Bitchie, and other derogatory words that Stiles can't think of right now because he can only see Jackson as nothing but a little annoying but not worth the effort of even thinking about something to insult him. "That's bullshit- This guy here has spoken non-stop about you ever since he got bitten, for you to act like that is kinda cruel and childish-"
"And I'm sure you know about being cruel, do you not, Jackson Whittemore?" Not bothering to look at him, Stiles leaned back, immediately feeling Derek's chest sustaining him like a soft wall. Believe it or not, muscle is more soft than you think! When it is resting and relaxed, muscle is soft, but it can get hard and uncomfortable when flexed. "You sure have years of experience being cruel to not only myself but who knows how many other people? You accuse me of being childish when you're the biggest child I have ever seen." He opened one eye to stare at the kid- because to him that was what he was, a simple kid and nothing more -as he said: "Your opinion does not matter in this. Please, keep your mouth shut, or I will throw you out of the house barring through the wall with the speed of a bullet if I need to." He grumbled, feeling more tired than annoyed at this point... He felt Derek's hands hold him closer, soothing away his soreness and putting the cup of hot chocolate on his lips again much to his delight.
"...woah, he's kind of a dick." It was not whispered, it was said loudly by the kid that had followed them- What even was his name? It didn't really matter, because Stiles was a dick, and he was kinda enjoying this a little bit too.
But Derek growling at a child was not very good.
"Calm down, love. He's just a kid." Softly touching Derek's thigh, Stiles, his eyes still closed, turned to "stare" directly at the boy who had followed them here just to... hang out? Isn't this place being guarded because of Deucalion? And they let a random child just waltz right in with no other thought? "An annoying one... But yes, you were right. I am quite a dick- Tell me, child, have you been betrayed before?" There was only silence, and that Stiles could work with! He felt an almost delighted grin grow across his lips as he aimed to scare the kid- because it sounded fun! To make it more believable, he used his magic to flash out his eyes as he opened them and made his voice sound deeper and echoing as he prepared to "place a curse/say a prophecy".
It was the funniest way to mess with people, after all.
"Child of Man, you shall see the one you call love, friend, and one turn your back towards you when you need them most. Remember this prophecy, for when it happens, you shall curse the day you angered me."
...he closed his eyes, trying to keep a serious face and feigning being very tired too. He deserved an Oscar for the next lines he said: "Urgh... I hate when that happens..." He intentionally made it vague enough that it could become true in the future, because he has neither casted a spell or seen the future, he had just used Illusions to mess with a kid because he had annoyed him when he was deadly tired. "Derek~" He whined, making the best impression of s spoile brat: "Take me to our room now... I'm tired and I wanna sleep with my favorite blanket now~"
"Yes, love." Derek hummed while also trying to keep it together- He could clearly feel the amusement rolling off of Stiles' whole mind and soul. He was messing with that kid and it was kinda, just a little bit funny.
Meanwhile, Gregory just stared blank into space: "...did I just get cursed?"