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

I have an awesome sense of direction, thanks. And if I don't, I can always count on Scott. [Grinning, he reaches forward to ruffle Scott's hair between his fingers, muttering a "go get her, tiger!" quiet enough for only the lycanthropes among them to hear before pulling back.

Ah, young love.]

Get me some sour patch kids!

[Allison eagerly squeezes Scott's hand as they approach the door and hits the doorbell--she's the first one to chirp, holding out her bag.]

Trick or treat!

[ Danny just grins at Isaac, doubting that he'd get them lost on Halloween. Not when there's so much candy to be had. Once they're at the door, though, he readjusts his tie before holds out his bag and echos Allison with a trick-or-treat! of his own. ]

[ For a moment, as the kids all go up to receive their candy and praise, Derek has to consider Stiles. All of Beacon Hills is considered Hale territory, as well as some of the reserve that makes up the area around legal Hale property. If he ever got lost anywhere in it now? ]

If you got lost, we'd find you.

[ He's still looking ahead towards the house, calm and quiet as he says it. ]

[Isaac rolls his eyes at Stiles's comment to his brother, but nonetheless shoves Scott away from him and toward Allison and stands at Danny's side, echoing the other kids's calls.]

[A'ight, guys, he gets it. Jeez, you're embarrassing.

He too joins in the children's chorus, thanking the parents when their treats are given, and leads the rest of the kids back, of course.]

I know.

[He says that confidently, not looking at Derek, either--the moment has a lot more weight than he's really ready to admit to himself, and he scuffs his shoe against the floor, looking at it. It's all the words he really needs, and he ruffles Scott's hair as he comes back, grinning at him and glad for the distraction.]

Good haul, or no?

[Allison reports with her candy by shifting through her bag and slipping up to Jackson, handing him a snickers bar with a sweet, dimpled smile, before skipping back over with Scott.]

[ Jackson arches an eyebrow down at Allison as he's given the candy bar, but it's good-natured and proven as such when he takes it in one hand, setting the other on the top of her head before she goes running off. He opens the wrapper, tipping his head beyond the house they're congregated in front of. ]

All right, next house.

[ And the next, and the next, and a party with even more candy, before Danny is allowing his godfather to take his and Allison's candy bags from them to pass over to Lydia for a moment. He yawns notably, but still gets in a goodbye to Isaac and Scott before uncle Jackson is picking him up in one arm and scooping Allison up in the other. ]

Bye guys. [ And an additional wave is offered over Jackson's shoulder, as he props his chin on it. ]

[ Derek finds himself also collecting a sleepy passenger in the form of Scott, lifting him up easily (but carefully, making sure not to damage his wings or get one in the face) and propping him on his hip. Even at seven, he's easy to manage and carry. They've had years to get this routine down, and Scott's always been small.

He leaves Isaac, knowing that he'd only get cranky if he tried to pick him up. He's at that stage where his pride only worsens with exhaustion, and the only way he'd be able to carry him was if he was out cold. ]

[With enough candy obtained to have the boys (and probably Stiles) on sugar highs for the next month and a half, the general mission of Halloween had been a total success. Three out of the four children were more or less out of commission, and as Stiles says his last goodbyes to Lydia, he hefts Scott's candy bag over his shoulder and turns towards their little party.

Derek's a natural, and he grins a little before looking at Isaac, and wordlessly offers his hand to him. It's not a big deal or a big gesture, but it's something, and he's practically holding his breath to see if he'll accept.]

[Isaac lifts a hand up toward Stiles's, giving a little grunt of a response as he takes it. He squeezes it a little due to wobbliness before yawning.

Tiiiiime to go home. Jeez.]

[A sleepy Scott slips his arm slooowly and carefully through the elastic of his wings, pulling them off and letting his arm hang behind Derek's back. He lets the elastic wrap around his wrist so he won't drop them and puts his cheek on Derek's shoulder, trying not to fall asleep- and failing horribly. ]

[ Smiling a little as Isaac takes Stiles' hand, Derek rubs his hand along Scott's back and let's him have a moment where he can actually fight off sleep. It doesn't last, though, because as they begin the trek home he starts to rumble faintly. The almost not-sound, more-vibration starts in his chest as it always does, but he let's it rise higher into his throat so that Isaac can pick up traces of it himself.

By the time they get home, he's pretty sure they'll be out like lights. ]

[The minute he thinks no one's looking, Stiles pumps his open fist, grinning like an idiot. Isaac. Isaac held his hand. Scott was always affectionate with him, had been since the beginning (because Scott was Stiles' favorite person in the world, let's face it), but Isaac was a completely different story.

He tries to subdue it a little when he catches Derek rumbling, tries to surpress the way it makes his smile soften.]

The magic of a good sugar coma.

[He's mostly quiet as they make their way across the biggest street, keeping his grip on Isaac like it's something sacred.]

[The magic of a sugar coma indeed.

Too tired to protest his lack of being asleep, Scott gives a little growl, eyes on Isaac.]

[Isaac returns the sleepy protest to Scott, but keeps his hand tight around Stiles's. There's no point in fighting it- they'll be in bed soon.]

[ Derek snorts in both amusement and agreement, before he leads the way in silence. It's a quick trek, despite the tired boys, and not long before he's working with Stiles to get them stripped of the harder bits of their costumes to just tuck them into bed. Superhero costumes double as great pjs.

They both get hugs and nuzzles to their hair, followed by quiet kisses to their foreheads and love yous, before he's retreating to the doorway. ]

[Stiles is used to this routine now, an integral part of it, and he's more than happy to help Derek, gathering assorted parts of the costumes and putting them out of the way. By the time he gets back Derek's tucking them in, hugging them--Stiles leans against the doorway on his arm, watching, and it's not until Derek starts to turn around that he jumps back like he totally wasn't melting a little.

God.

Grinning a little lopsidedly, he reaches into his pocket and presses a box of something into Derek's hand, solidly.] Aw come on, don't look so sour. It's grown up time.

[It's one of the packets of sour patch kids that Scott had given him earlier. Grinning like a loon, he pulls out his own, shakes it for his inspection, and turns around to head down the stairs. Derek didn't exactly invite him to stay, but he might as well get comfortable. Right? It's not like it's a long drive back to the apartment, but Stiles is dragging his feet towards going.]

[ Choosing not to call Stiles out on the look on his face-- mostly because it made Derek want to melt a little, himself-- he raises a before down at his chest as the box of candy is pressed to it. He takes it, if only so that it isn't dropped, huffing softly before he closes the door behind himself. He leaves it a little cracked, just in case, then follows Stiles down the stairs.

Used to him invading, he simply goes towards the kitchen, setting the candy on the counter and heading for the fridge. ]

Want a beer? [ There's your invite, Stiles. ]

Is that a better alternative to the sugar high? [Yessss, success. His apartment is boring and quiet and kind of smelly, honestly, and Stiles practically lives in the Hale house. It wouldn't be the first time he'd dozed off on their couch and ended up in the guest room after a couple beers and some awesome/terrible movie that Derek hadn't seen yet (and what a travesty that always was), and he was content to spend the rest of the evening here, bantering with the murderpapa himself over a beer and leftover candy.

Hopping up on the counter, he gets comfortable without smacking his head on the cabinets behind him and leans forwards on his knees.]

So, I still want to see those Tony Stark pictures.

Yes. It is. [ Derek knows exactly what might be in store for him tonight, considering the past nights that Stiles has invaded his house and taken over his couch. Someday, he wouldn't be surprised to see Stiles just living with them at some point. He opens the fridge, letting out a quiet chuff as the Tony Stark costume is brought up again. Retrieving two bottles of beer, he easily snaps off the caps, offering one to Stiles. ]

You really want to see them that bad? [ He holds the beer up to his bottom lip, tapping the bottle against it with a little smirk. ]

Dude, it's been driving me crazy since we left the house. [Taking the bottle, he lifts it and nods his head in a sign of thanks, taking a drink and setting it aside, smacking his lips together. Stiles might as well actually try to savor it, and he kicks his feet against the side of the counter, brimming with curiosity.]

Personally, I think you'd be a better Batman. Or Wolverine, but you know. Preference. Both take in a bunch of kids and end up being parents, but have a similar level of grump. [His mouth twitches up in a grin.] Maybe Wolverine more.

It was one of my coworkers that suggested it. The boys just grabbed onto it and wouldn't let go after that. They did try to talk me into Wolverine for this year, though.

[ Setting his beer down next to Stiles, Derek holds a hand up to signal he'll be back. It's only a second, anyways, as he goes into the living room and retrieves a book from one of the shelves. It's not the only photo album they have, but most of the others are in the attic or Derek's room.

He brings it back, stopping in front of Stiles and stepping close to offer it to him. His knees almost press into his stomach, with what little space there is. ]

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skips lydia because she's probably just rolling her eyes

Jackson is too so.

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how do I into small child

we ought to have some sort of timeskip :|a

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