Stiles Stilinski + Derek Hale

the perks of being a stilinski-hale

Author's Note: SURPRISE! I'm not dead. Just in grad school. I dug this out from the bottom of my drafts because I thought it would be fun to pop back on here for a second. The Wattpad updates really threw me off. Idk how to use this app anymore. I am happy to report that I am still very invested in the show and almost had a stroke at the recent photo of Dylan O'Brien and Tyler Posey at an event together. Anyway. 😀✌️

Aleksander Michael Stilinski-Hale was the proud son of Derek Hale and Stiles Stilinski...on most days. At eighteen, he was an expert on his parents' mannerisms and ticks, so much so that Aleksander was a mirror image of them. Not only was he a spitting image of Derek Hale, with capturing hazel eyes and brooding shoulders, he matched Stiles Stilinski's buzzing energy and drive. Anyone who knew the Stilinski-Hales could easily point out Aleksander as their son.

When Aleksander was first learning how to write in kindergarten, he wasn't a huge fan of the hyphenated name. It meant that he had to write even more than the other kids did, and learning how to spell Stilinski was not easy. It also made it extremely daunting when his dads shouted out his full name when they were angry with him. At least it gave him an extra few seconds to run and hide before getting punished (and probably rightfully so).

The only time the hyphenated name was ignored was when Aleksander did something that pissed one of his parents off. His parents had developed the peculiar habit of referring to him by one of his last names when he exhibited specific traits in order to deny all culpability for his poor behavior.

On one lovely afternoon in late April, Aleksander was getting ready to go out with his friends. He was adding a cuff to his ear and running his hand through his unruly, black hair to fix it when Derek entered his room.

"Where are you going?" Derek asked, leaning on the doorframe. His arms were folded across his chest, as they normally were, and one of his eyebrows was quirked upwards as he analyzed his son's appearance.

"The Jungle. Dad said I could go."

Derek's eyebrow somehow managed to shoot up even higher, "I don't remember saying you could go."

Aleksander rolled his eyes and stuffed his iPhone in his front pocket, "Funny. I don't remember asking your permission."

Derek's eyes narrowed and flashed red, "Watch it, Stilinski. I'll keep your ass home."

Aleksander grabbed his wallet from his desk and shoved it in his back pocket, "Sorry, Pop. I'll ask both of you next time. I'll be home late. Don't wait up for me."

He gave his dad a quick side hug and a kiss to the cheek before leaving the room and rushing down the stairs. He sent a quick thank you to the universe for not having his dad beat his ass, although he could still fill his anger radiating off of him. 

Whenever Aleksander made a snarky comment, Derek was quick to call him out on being a Stilinski. Aleksander never took it too seriously. He knew his Pop was used to extreme sarcasm. He married the king of sarcasm, after all.

But, it didn't make him feel any better when he saw hurt on his dad's face when he made a deep jab.

Aleksander has struggled to navigate heavy emotions ever since he was a kid. When he snapped, things were broken, hurtful words were shouted, and then he'd become extremely quiet as he retreated into himself.

This was when Stiles called him Hale. Derek sometimes felt like this was a direct attack on his werewolf tendencies, but Stiles was always quick to assure him that it wasn't. Derek didn't need to be a Hale to be an asshole.

Aleksander didn't mean to get upset, but the assholes on the football team thought it would be funny to push him until he snapped. Normally, he was good at ignoring them, but anyone making homophobic comments regarding his parents should be prepared to die. Slowly. Painfully.

He refused to be blamed for the bloody nose of one football player and the fractured wrist of the other, but the principal didn't see it that way. Apparently, bodily harm to another student was "unacceptable." Who knew?

That's how Aleksander found himself sitting in the principal office between both of his parents.

"I thought you said Aleksander has been working on anger management," the principal said.

Stiles nodded, "He has. He is. He's working with a psychiatrist for his medication and he has therapy once a week. He's doing well."

The principal frowned, "If he's doing so well, then why do I have two severely injured students?"

"They were provoking me," Aleksander snapped, "Those homophobic assholes were asking for it." And in a lowered voice, "I would've smashed their heads in, but they're not working with too many brain cells in the first place."

"Hale," Stiles muttered, "you're really not making it better for yourself."

Derek rolled his eyes, "Do you really think it was Alek's fault?"

"'Course I don't," Stiles argued in response, "That doesn't mean I condone our son snapping a boy's wrist in two places." Stiles pinched the bridge of his nose, "Especially since I now have to apologize to his parents who have hated me since Alek's field trip to the zoo in third grade."

Derek leaned forward, "In two places? Really?"

Stiles's head snapped in his husband's direction, "Derek!"

A small grin appeared on Aleksander's face, "Yeah, it was kind of cool. His hand was twisted in this weird way-"

Derek nodded, "Nice. You know, if you twisted his arm again to the left, you could have probably dislocated his shoulder."

Aleksander pondered this for a second, "Huh. I didn't even think about that. I was too focused on kneeing him in the-"

Stiles rolled his eyes while the principal looked appalled.

"Hales. Both of you. If the two of you don't shut up right now, we're having tofu for dinner."

They stopped talking immediately.

Stiles went on through the rest of the conversation with the principal, agreeing to an in school suspension for Aleksander as long as the other two boys were subjected to an out of school suspension for provoking him.

The family left the office and Derek secretly gave Aleksander a high five.

In addition to when his dads were angry with him, Aleksander's parents also liked to refer to him by each other's last names when he did something that they were proud of. This made him especially proud of being a Stilinksi-Hale.

When Aleksander got into Stanford to study criminology with a scholarship, Derek pulled him into the tightest hug and whispered, "I'm so proud of you, Stilinski" into his hair. Aleksander couldn't stop his already huge smile from widening.

When Aleksander came home for summer break with a triskelion tattoo on his back and the keys to Derek's Camaro that he took and never returned, Stiles just rolled his eyes. "Yes, I can't believe that you didn't talk to us first, but it looks good, Hale."

Aleksander beamed. His parents were the best.