Pack Mom

1

"EVERY BODY GET DOWN!" Stiles yelled out. The pack dropped to the ground as the witch screamed out another curse.

"Patrem at matrem ecce filli tui!'' Stiles covered his ears. This bitch is almost as loud as Lydia. He thought to himself. A snarling was heard as Derek lunged at the witch, who disappeared into a cloud of grey smoke. The forest went still.

"Is everyone okay?!" Allison yelled from someone up a tree, breaking the silence.

"Jackson and I are good!" Lydia called back. "Stiles who's with you?"

"I got Scott, and Isaac! Where's Malia?!"

"She's with me! So are Boyd and Erica!" Dereks voice rang out. Stiles sighed in relief. He thought for a momeny

"WHERE ARE LIAM AND KIRA?!" Stiles panicked.

"They're okay Stiles. I have them here." Peter (dont worry, he's totally okay now.. kinda) answered. Stiles let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. His pups were okay and that's all that mattered.

"Why do you always stress anyway, 'mom'?" Erica teased. "We're the werewolves not you."

"Hey!" Allison, Malia, Lydia, and Kira called out.

"Okay not all of us are werewolves but you know what I mean." The blonde wolf rolled her eyes. Stiles sighed and looked around at his pack.

"I know, if anything you guys should be worried about me after every fight-"

"Please. We have Derek to do that." Jackson said.

"True." The alpha said wrapping his arms around Stiles' waist. The teen smiled and Derek kissed his cheek. "Are you hurt?" The older male mumbled into his mates neck.

"Just my arm a bit. I fell on it earlier." Stiles whispered back.

"Okay stop. I do not need to see my nephew and his mate being all lovey dovey." Peter gagged. The alpha couple chuckled softly but pulled apart none the less.

"Alright, everyone in the vehicles." Derek finally said. "It's time we go home."

"Derek?" Liam said looking up at his alpha. Derek looked down at the youngest member of the pack, who had moved beside him.

"Yes Liam?" Derek said softly. Liam shuffled on his feet a bit before looking at the Alpha Pair with large puppy dog eyes.

"Can I come back to your loft with you and Stiles? I don't want to be home alone tonight. My parents are working late and Mason is busy.." Liam mumbled. Stiles walked over and hugged Liam.

"Of course pup." He answered for Derek.

"Why don't we all go back to the loft?" Derek spoke. "We could all do with some bonding." The pack smiled and they split into groups, jumping into cars and heading towards Derek (and most of the times Stiles' too) loft.

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They arrived only to find that Danny and the twins were waiting for them.

"Ohmygod none of you assholes texted me," Danny blurted hugging Lydia and Jackson. "I thought you fuckers were dead." Jackson and Lydia rolled their eyes, hugging the fabulous boy back.

"We're all ok Danny." Stiles said patting his back.

"How was your little witch hunt anyway?" Aidan asked. Everyone looked to Stiles and Derek.

"It went fine. I didn't catch her in time, but if the bitch ever comes back, I'm going to murder her." Derek growled. Stiles placed a soothing hand on his shoulder.

"Calm yourself dear. You're going to have a heart attack at 30 if you keep it up." The pack laughed silently as Derek bitch faced Stiles, who in turn rolled his eyes. "Please, you love me Sourwolf."

"True." Derek kissed Stiles and their 'children' gagged. Stiles flipped them off.

"You did not, just flip us the bird." Isaas sassed.

"Oh, I did so, just flip you children the bird." Stiles snapped back, facing the blond boy. Isaac and Lydia shared a look while everyone else groaned. Here we go... Derek thought to himself.

"Did you just, sass, him?" Lydia said looking offended.

"Noooo, I sassed the goldfish." Stiles replied.

"We have a goldfish, where?" Isaac gasped with a hand on his chest. Stiles narrowed his eyes.

"Well if you keep sassing me, young man, it's gonna be the one up your a-"

"SO WHO'S UP FOR A MOVIE!" Derek inturupted.

"NOTEBOOK!" Allison, Ethan, and Lydia yelled.

"NO, TOY STORY!" Aidan, Danny, and Liam hollered.

"TED!" Jackson, Boyd, and Isaac interfered.

"STAR WARS!" Kira, Stiles and Peter faught.

"Minions?" Scott asked innocently.

"FUCK NO!" Everyone answered, rearing on him.

"SHUT UP I HAVE A HEADACHE!" Derek roared. Everyone quieted down.

"Sorry dad..." the betas mumbled. Stiles smirked.

"Stilinski don't you da-" Jackson groaned.

Too late. "Sorry daddy." The teen smirked.

"NO!" Scott and Isaac yelled.

"WHY?" Lydia, Allison, and Liam asked.

"GO MOM!" Everyone else cheered. Stiles mock bowed and Peter and Derek shared a look.

"Your pack, not mine." Peter stated simply and left.

"Okay, who's staying and watching Deathly Hallows - no arguments you all love it - and who's leaving?" Derek asked. Danny left claiming that he had homework to do, and Ethan left with him claiming that he was going to help him study. Yeah right. Aidan said the only reason was here was to be with Ethan, and because he was gone he was going to go home and sleep, knowing that if he stayed he would be awake until 3.

Everyone else stayed and they gathered onto Dereks king mattress, which he had installed for just this occasion.

He and Stiles lay in the middle. Scott laid his head on Stiles lap, his feet curled into a ball on Isaacs lap, while Allison lay inbetween the two betas taking in their warmth. Lydia cuddled inbetween Derek and Stiles legs. Jackson and Boyd had Erica in a werewolf sandwich, and Kira and Malia sat beside Derek. And finally, Liam was sitting in Dereks lap, the Alpha cradling him like a two year old.

They watched movies of all assortments until the early hours of the morning, falling asleep in each others embraces.

Everything was going the same as usual, no arguments or problems except for the odd "Scott get your fucking foot out of my face," or "Can you two stop kissing for one fucking minute and watch the movie,". The whole situation was fine.

Until they woke up.