and I know the call of my unborn sons colors all I've done.

[hypercompetent]

 

Son, hear your father clear deep in your heart; ❝ Son, know your enemy as I would have them know my son. ❞

the murderpupsau catchall post

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★ HALLOWEEN ★

[hypercompetent]

[Stiles Stilinski has liked halloween since he was about three years old. There's something great about knocking on strangers doors for free candy, particularly when dressed up as a superhero, or a monster, or whatever happened to strike your three year old fantasy.

Or in this case, your teenage fantasy. Becoming reassociated with the Murderpups Next Door had gotten him involved in any number of ridiculous situations lately, but this was one he'd pretty much put aside by himself. If he knew anything about Derek, he would probably be off being a hermit because he seemed to be completely immune to the words "free candy". So Stiles was taking matters into his own hands.

When he arrived at the Hale house, he rang the doorbell twice and bounced on his feet, holding a bag over his shoulder. He was dressed in dark grey, with a wolf hat hanging off of his head, and a sheet wrapped around his shoulders as a cloak for his very perfect, very clever costume as a direwolf. And considering he had something matching for Derek? He was not leaving here without him or his quote unquote pups.

Halloween was nigh. ]

s t i l e s

[triskeles]

[ Once upon a time, Derek Hale also liked Halloween. And though he often took the boys out for trick-or-treating on the actual night of Halloween, he wasn't a big fan of the whole... giving out candy experience. Nevermind that the Hale property was "out in the middle of nowhere," where few people would even bother to come unless invited, but he had those pesky territory issues that came with his wolf instincts. Trespassers were not appreciated, even if they were small and dressed as fairies and astronauts or whatever else kids did these days.

However, the moment that the holiday drew closer, he knew that he was doomed. Between Scott and Isaac-- both of them excited for the rounds through the neighborhoods and the Halloween parties with their classmates-- his fate was already sealed, but the moment that Stiles came into their lives as a permanent fixture?

He was done for.

Having already heard Stiles driving up to the house, and then catching his familiar scent, he didn't bother to look through the peep hole to see who was come to terrorize them now. He didn't, however, really expect what he saw when he opened the door. ]

What the hell are you wearing.

you're saying that like you're surprised or something

[hypercompetent]

[When the door opened, Stiles unceremoniously shoved the bag in his hands into Derek's arms, grinning like a maniac. This was part of his master plan, mostly because he had an ironic sense of humor, and the second part of it included Derek conceding to wearing a costume.

Besides it was an awesome costume.]

I am a direwolf, and you are going to be Ned Stark. Where are your murder offspring? [Without much fanfare, he strides into the house, completely ignoring the idea that Derek might not want him there, and looks around.]

oh my god

[triskeles]

[ Only Derek's reflexes kept him from fumbling and dropping the bag, but he clutched it to his chest with a vaguely confused and disgruntled look on his face. Despite that, he didn't try to stop Stiles from coming in, and instead nudged the front door shut with his foot. There was no stopping Stiles, as he'd quickly learned, unless he utilized his temper and threats. (Even then it was hit-or-miss.) ]

You sound so sure of that. Upstairs.

[ Stepping through the foyer and into the kitchen, he sighed and set the bag on top of the counter to go through it, eyebrow cocked. As he did, he called back towards the stairs calmly. ]

Scott, Isaac. Stiles is here.

[ whowantsisaacuntilwefindone ]

OH HAYYY

[claustrophobe]

[Isaac heard the call first, scampering over to the landing and bracing his arms against the bannisters of the railing. On his toes, he grinned, leaning over to look.]

Stiles!

[Looking back over his shoulder and leaning back almost bouncily, the little boy called for his brother.]

Scoooott! Hurry up already, Stiles is already here!

[Beaming, Isaac leaned over the stairs's railing once more, crossing his arms over the railing and resting his head on them]

Give me a second! Scott's in the bathroom being slow- you know, the usual.

[His grin widened a little as he spoke, showing his teeth in that angelic grin.]

[hypercompetent]

Oh my God, he was Tony Stark and you don't have pictures?! Dude. [His jaw drops open in half mock outrage--he's trying not to laugh at the mental image.] I'm gonna need a repeat performance. [Stiles cracks a grin at Scott's comment and ruffles his hair, looking up at Derek from under his brow as he speaks about him, commenting,] Are you kidding? Your dad would own that throne. He could probably bench press Jaime Lannister.

[Pushing off the counter, Stiles digs in his pockets and pulls out a piece of paper, folded meticulously like it's the most important thing in the world, then unfolds it out on the floor, smoothing it out between the two boys.] Alright, so here's the game plan. We start at the Martin house, because Lydia's mom always buys the jumbo sized candy bars, and she's taking Allison because Mr. Argent is working, which means she's going to join us if Lydia deigns me with her presence. And then... [And then, he's going over his very well crafted plan. It even tracks a path around the Argent house--the last thing they want is any trouble.]

[triskeles]

We've got pictures. I've just never let you see them. [ Reaching a hand up, he scratches a little at the center of his chest, recalling how they had to fix the mockup of the arc reactor under his shirt. ] The arc reactor's in my closet still, I think. It was just his shop clothes, not the suit or anything.

[ He trails off as Stiles addresses them but looks at him, going still and just looking at him for a moment. It's such an asinine comment, but it's still... something. He doesn't know what. But instead of lingering on it, or commenting, he shrugs a shoulder as if dismissing it.

While Stiles outlines their trick-or-treating route, however, he perks briefly and casts a glance over their way as he goes to get the candy bags. It's not difficult for him to miss, one, Stiles mentioning Allison, and, two, how he's avoiding the Argent house.

He appreciates that a little more than he should. ]

[claustrophobe]

We'll get them for you for a price!

[Isaac gives a cocky little grin, leaning over Stiles's map, and frowns a little at one of the turns Stiles mentions.]

No, it's easier to go this way after we pick up Allison. She hurt her foot on the playground and there's a big hill there, and if Scott ends up showing off and carrying her around it won't be any fun.

[puppyface]

I wonder what Allison's going to dress up as....

[Scott smiles to himself, all dimples, before gently shoving Isaac's arm- nothing that could be counted as a hit.]

Come on, I wouldn't show off! But that's better, probably. But the rest of the route is perfect! I can't wait! It's awesome, Stiles!!

wow starts another thread

[claustrophobe]

[Isaac waits for Stiles and Derek alongside his brother, tapping his foot as he does so. When Stiles finally approaches, he rolls his eyes and fixes the goggles on his head before looking over his shoulder.]

Daddy Staaark! If you don't hurry up you'll lose the throne!

[Hey. Halloween was serious business. They needed to hop to it.]

[puppyface]

He's riiight! Come on, we'll lead!

[And taking a few steps forward, Scott steps as confidently as he can to lead the other three along the path toward the neighbourhood they're headed for. Looking over his shoulder to watch them, he keeps his head held high- but still watches as if kind of hoping Derek will take the lead.]

[hypercompetent]

Yeah, come on, Papa Wolf. There's a hand to be defended. The lone wolf dies, the pack survives, all that jazz.

[Grinning as he's led along by Isaac and Scott, he slings his bag over his shoulder, giving his own sheet cape a whooshing turn before coming up beside the boys, letting Derek take the lead. What a good pack member.]

[triskeles]

The pack that survives sure is pushy. I'm coming.

[ Their commentary isn't exactly annoying, and his tone is more mock-exasperated than anything, but he still rolls his eyes as he comes onto the path proper. It's a bit of a walk to the neighborhood-- something he's always appreciated-- but it's not one that will take them long, so they might as well make quick work of it.

As he passes Stiles, he tosses him his phone before reaching to touch the tops of his sons' heads while going to take the lead. ]

[claustrophobe]

[Oh no.

Isaac can't help but swell up with pride as he takes the map, looking at it like it's absolutely marvellous. It's his duty, it's his job, his responsibility, and Stiles has trusted him with it.

He keeps his voice steady, tilting his head up and feeling very glad that Stiles doesn't have the wolf powers necessary to tell how secretly proud of himself he is.]

That's what you have planned on the map. Sounds correct, good job.

[puppyface]

[Scott rolls his eyes with a smile at his brother, trying not to giggle at how hard Isaac is trying to pass this off as nothing-- and the same for Derek.

Walking backward for a moment, Scott signs (still out of habit thanks to Laura) 'Love you!' before twisting around to look over Isaac's shoulder at the map, scarlet wings bobbing from their elastic straps.]

[hypercompetent]

[Don't think Stiles didn't notice that stumble, Derek. He did, and a grin quirks up at the corner of his mouth, like it's a little secret--something to file away to bring up later. He's getting better at reading these Hales; giving Isaac the map was obviously the right decision on his part, and his mouth slides into a softer smile. As much as he jokes about becoming Isaac's favorite, it's part of the assimilation that he'd accidentally started, and then decided to continue with.

It's nice to feel like a part of their family. For now, he keeps that thought to himself and watches Scott sign to his dad, then cheerfully whoops and hurries ahead, as if racing the boys to the first house.]

[triskeles]

[ Derek can't help the soft, quiet smile that eases its way onto his face, gently amused by Isaac but happy that he's so excited. It's only been a couple years that he's been with them, so the memory is fresh, but even years and years later he's fairly certain that he'll never forget the first time he'd ever seen Isaac. The first night they brought him home.

He shoots back a quick 'Love you, too; have fun.' to Scott, before his hands disappear under his cloak again as he slips them into the pockets of his jeans and follows them at a far more sedate pace. Stiles will probably lose the supposed race, but he can't help but watch him rush up towards the first house. ]

YOU GUYS ARE GOING TO HATE ME AND I'M NOT SORRY.

[vitabrevis]

[As the alpha, it was Laura Hale's responsibility to take care of her pack; it was her choice to admonish the right combination of affection and level-headed strength that she'd often shown in raising not only her younger brother (already a sour pain in the ass, but her precious, sour pain in the ass) but Scott Hale, the sweet baby of her aunt, who'd died in the fire.

Derek got his own brand of attention, but Scott was a different story. Scott hadn't known the trauma that had left a scar deep on their mental tissue, and while Laura wasn't going to sugarcoat a thing, it didn't mean she was ready to have him turn into a shell, either. So, most of her attention, beyond working a job in the sheriff's department at Beacon Hills, was devoted to Scott, through presents, or simply, constantly being in his presence, an assuring alpha Thing. Laura worked with both his wolf side--underdeveloped, just a pup--and his human, and one of her simple methods of doing so had come through communication.

Sitting on the couch with Scott in her lap, she gently worked her hands over his small ones, forming them into small shapes--four fingers out, making a biting motion.]

Wolf. Just like that.

[puppyface]

[As the programmes suggested most children were, Scott took quickly to these signs. It was a great way to communicate; at almost two years old, Scott could understand much more than he could express verbally or vocally. It was easier on the moon cycles; wolves never had words in the first place and howling was much easier to manage than words.

Signs, however, were wonderful, playful, and engaging. Mimicking Laura's motion, Scott grins and giggles, his wee tail slipping from under his elastic waistband to give a good wiggle. He can't keep himself from letting out a wee puppy howl.]

Aaoooo!!

[vitabrevis]

[Laura smiles, close-lipped and warm, and ruffles his hair, tactile as always--behind him, she can see his tail, and a little giggle bursts out of her mouth. Scott is obscenely cute nowadays, and it's almost unfair to her to think that someday she'll see him so much bigger than this. Being a teenager.

She's already got one of those to deal with right now, and that's more than enough.

Leaning back a little as if scoping him out, she gives another command, gentle, but firm.]

Show me Derek.

[It's a teasing command, however. One of their special signs.]

[puppyface]

[This is Scott's favourite sign, he won't lie. He giggles when she gives him the command, wiggling a bit as his tail wags.

Putting his hands over his head like wolf ears, Scott makes a little 'raaahr!' sound before puffing out his cheeks in a pseudo pout he can barely hold onto.]

~enter the stiles~ /shot dead

[hypercompetent]

[Stiles Stilinski had assumed when his dad asked him to help out around the station, it would include fun things. After all, he was a smart, tech-savvy college student with way too much time on his hands and a quick mind. He'd be great at solving cases.

Instead, he's doing a patrol for his dad in the Beacon Hills conservatory.

Stiles is almost positive that he passed this off on him because he got a C on a math test, and this is some sort of punishment. Ducking under the chains that keep the cars out during the offseason, Stiles flicks on his flashlight and sweeps it from side to side across the crunching leaves and dirt pathways. It's cold as sin outside, and by the time he's even halfway through the sheriff's marked off quadrant, Stiles' teeth are chattering. Tugging the zipper of his hoodie up to his collar, he swings the flashlight across a small overhang created by a tree root and freezes, noticing something moving. ]

Oh god.

[It could be any number of things, wild things. So naturally Stiles starts to creep towards it, squinting a little as he lowers his flashlight towards the pile of leaves. Whatever it is is too small to be anything maul-y, and he tentatively reaches a hand forward towards the pile, starting to kneel down.]

C'mon, come out, whatever you are...

[God he really hopes it's not something mauly.]

I'll comment with Isaac next go-round

[puppyface]

[ Whatever it is actually happens to be something very small- not mauly at all. At least, not yet.

Set up in his fall coat, Scott burrows beneath the pile of leaves and tree roots as he hears Stiles coming, making a little whining noise at Isaac in hopes of getting him to retreat. Once Isaac takes a few steps back, Scott crouches down and starts edging toward the strange human.

His scent is so familiar that Scott nearly forgets that he and Isaac are in soooo much trouble once Derek finds out they're approaching him. ]

okie doke~

[hypercompetent]

Heey, hey there, it's okay. I'm not gonna hurt you, I just want to help you, whether you're a bear or a fox or...

[He takes another step closer at the sound of the whine--what if it's hurt or something, christ. It sounds tiny, whatever it is. But sounds can definitely be decieving, and for all he knows it's a giant--]

Wolf.

[...definitely not what Stiles was expecting. Tenatively, he offers his hand. He's never seen a wolf...pup? Cub? Pup. In his entire life. It's tiny, and seriously cute, like his neighbor's old German Shephard puppy.]

Or, uh, or a wolf. Okay. Not what I was expecting. You alright there, little guy? Don't worry, 's gonna be okay.

[When he puts his flashlight down, it rolls a little off to the side, illuminating the winter coat. Stiles didn't notice it right away; he was more concerned about possibly getting his fingers nipped off. However, when he did, his brow furrowed and he gave it an open mouth stare, cogs in his mind starting to work.

What the hell?]

[puppyface]

[ Scott perks up, recognising that scent.

It's the guy who helps his teacher! It's Stiles!

Scott barks at Isaac, his tail wagging a little- Stiles wouldn't recognise them. They could totally get away with having a little fun with him. ]