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

[When Scott manages his way down and past Isaac, he practically throws himself into Stiles's arms, speaking at the same time as Isaac.]

You brought a costume! Are you gonna make dad wear a costume? Are we all going?

[Stiles gets up with his arms full of Scott and Isaac, staggering to his feet in a not-so dramatic move; the kids are huge and getting bigger every time he sees them. Which is unsurprising, considering well. Werewolves.

He takes a few heavy steps towards the counter where the costume is laid out, letting them inspect it.]

Duh, we're all going. Dad's gonna match me, unless dad wants to be known as the Dad Who Ruined Halloween Forever. [He grins at Derek, devilish. Yes, he's using your kids to get you to come along on purpose.]

Why wouldn't we all go?

[ That's a genuinely confusing question, coming from Scott. He's been trick-or-treating ever since he came into Derek's care, and the same can be said of Isaac. He might not dress up all that much, if at all, but damnit he makes sure his sons have fun. They're a family, and Stiles has weaseled his way in. Of course they're all going.

With a heavy sigh, as he ignores Stiles' impressive feat of carrying two growing werewolves at once, he throws the cape around his shoulders. ]

Please, we've done Halloween every year. Of course we're all going, Scott.

Well, we thought that if Stiles goes you might not.

[Isaac shrugs, slipping down to his feet to inspect Derek's cape.]

Because you get weird around him and act like you're allergic to fun.

[He hides behind Derek's legs and peeks out to grin at Scott, giggling a little.]

Not allergic! Just embarrassed. Dad likes fun.

[He looks to Stiles and shrugs.]

Which one is he dressing up as?

He is the great and powerful King's Hand, Ned Stark. [As Isaac clambers out of his arms, he shifts Scott on his waist and reaches for the chain that goes with the costume, pinning it to Derek's lapel, biting his lip to try and hide the stupidly huge smile on his face.

This was a great idea.]

And it just makes him asthmatic, is all. The concept of Fun is terrifying to your wild local Derek Hale, but fear not, Stiles is here to make him actually--gasp, enjoy himself.

[Grinning, he puts Scott down.] Don't tell me you guys don't have costumes.

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I'm not--

[ Derek didn't bluster easily, but god when his sons teamed up against him and really, did Isaac have to put it like that? Giving him a disgruntled look over his own shoulder, he swished the cape with an arm so that he could enclose Isaac in it.

He shouldn't dig the Derek Hale Doesn't Get 'Fun' hole any deeper, so he instead opts to focus on what does actually make him a fun dad. While he will sometimes argue against the whole Father of the Year thing, there are some moments where he'll preen.

The holidays are one of those moments. ]

They always have costumes.

We have the best costumes.

[Isaac gives a snarky grin, sure of himself.]

We've been working on them since last year. I bet you don't even know who they are, Stiles!

[He looks to Scott, beckoning; they have to go change!]

[Wriggling out of Stiles's grasp, Scott hurries to Isaac's side, all dimples. He doesn't want to ruin the surprise, so he takes to not speaking instead-- well, for a little while, at least.]

We're going to go change! Wait here! They're really great!

[Scampering off with Isaac, Scott can't keep himself from giggling about how cool their costumes are.]

[Stiles lets go of Scott pretty easily and leans back against the counter, adjusting his wolf hat where they'd knocked it askew. While they're running upstairs, he grins slyly at Derek, drawling.]

Father of the year.

I just want them to be happy.

[ Derek joins Stiles against the counter, crossing his arms ~~and pretty much rocking that cape, to be honest~~ and watching after Scott and Isaac as they go scampering off. He's quiet, for a minute or two after that, just considering the boys and the holidays. ]

This'll be Isaac's third Halloween. He'd never done anything for it, before.

[ Before Derek and Scott were at Jackson's and caught his father's abuse in the act. Before Derek immediately took him from that house and horrid excuse for a family, into their home and pack.

He visibly bristles a little at the memory, jaw clenching and brow furrowing. ]

[Upstairs, Isaac and Scott assist each other in the donning of their respective costumes. Isaac pulls on a black, armless 'supersuit' with white along the tank, brown gloves, goggles on his hairline, and an X-men belt. He grins at Scott, helping him to pull on a pair of scarlet wings.]

You think Stiles reads comicbooks too? Too bad we couldn't get dad to be Wolverine. Stiles is skinny enough to be Spiderman.

Stiles would be the best spider-man. Ever.

[Scott's own suit is mostly white with yellow boots, a yellow top, and yellow gloves. The red wings Isaac helps him put on complete the outfit, of course.

They're Icarus and Cannonball, two X-men brothers.]

Maybe if we keep these, next year Stiles will help us make dad be Wolverine. And then we'll all go out again!

[He flashes his dimples at Isaac, taking his hand to lead him back downstairs slowly and quietly. They don't want to interrupt, and they want their costumes to be surprising.]

[The serious tone behind Derek's statement doesn't go unnoticed; the implications are heavy, and his brow twinges a little at the thought. Isaac's new home had done him wonders. The father of the year thing wasn't exactly a joke.

But before he can respond, he spots Isaac and Scott.]

Oh my God, you guys should have told me you were doing superheroes! [Seriously how can you resist that level of cute. He beams and looks down on them, folding his arms comically.]

Cannonball and Icarus. Nice. I can forgive your dad's lack of planning for telling me otherwise! You should have convinced him into being Wolverine.

[ The entire dark air around Derek-- at least regarding the only remaining legal Lahey-- dissipates as he hears the boys coming back downstairs. It's easy for them to tell when he's disgruntled more than usual, so he'd much rather not dampen their Halloween mood.

He can't help but scoff at Stiles, even as he crosses his arms and lets the cloak enclose him the rest of the way. Okay, the costume's not awful, and Stiles is sort of clever for it.

Even if it's exasperating. ]

Oh, they tried. I drew the line after Tony Stark last year.

[Crossing his arms as he approaches, Isaac taps his foot.]

Come on, Stiles, we tried a lot. We even tried civilian clothes.

Besides, he makes a pretty good Stark. Right, Scott?

[He and Scott both listen to Stiles every time Stiles tells them about his favourite books, after all.]

We were hoping you could help.

[He looks to Isaac, crossing his arms as well, almost as if he's mimicking.]

Yeaaah, except he wouldn't die. Ned dies, right?

[Scott sounds pretty serious about it, in a way that might seem heavy, but doesn't bother him at all.]

He won't. He'd win the throne, hands down.

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

STAY OUT OF THE KITCHEN

8C MY HEART

ISAAC.......

huehuehue

I'm still not sorry

You're never sorry.

Don't ever be sorry.

I lack the empathy required.

Woops.

hfasjgdh babies

Cavities. All the cavities.

We haven't even gotten to the candy yet!

Sweet, sweet, trick-or-treats~

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