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

Hey, quit it with the manhandling! [He's laughing too, despite being, well, manhandled. All in all it's a pretty touching situation. Weird, but touching.

So, he gamely plays along, trying another "howl" from his diaphragm, just like Scott supposedly showed him.]

[ It's not that uncommon for human members of pack to learn how to howl, so while he watches Scott and Isaac teach Stiles how to properly do it, Derek realizes that this particular human managed to find his place in the Hale pack without guidance or its alpha really noticing it until it was too late.

Figures they should get him properly initiated with a good howl, even if Stiles doesn't realize it, himself.

He nudges at his sons with his hands to the backs of their necks, before stepping around all of them and heading towards the front door. But before he goes to open it, he tips his head back and howls effortlessly. ]

[Isaac smiles when Derek calls them with his touch, not knowing what he's planned. He and Scott are both very aware that Stiles is pack, and they've probably wished him to be so since the moment they met him.

When Derek steps to the door, Isaac can't keep the grin from spreading across his face.

He howls after Derek, letting it devolve into little giggles.]

[Scott bursts into giggles just as Isaac does, letting a howl out with him. Stiles is terrible at it for now, but Scott's confident he'll get better- just not as good as Derek.]

Dad has the best howl! Just copy what he does!

[He and Isaac let out another pair of mimicking puppy-howls before they giggle again, following their dad to the door.]

[Okay. Derek's howl? That is actually terrifying. It doesn't make him shiver like it did the first time he heard it, but his mouth does fall open as he goes out the door.

It's easy enough to forget the murder half of the murderwolves sometimes.

It's Scott's giggles that snap him out of his stupor, and he chases after the kids, shutting the door behind them and mock protesting all the way.] I'm supposed to be the wolf here! You guys are totally outclassing me, show me your superhero noises instead.

[ One day, it won't be so terrifying anymore, Stiles. Until then, Derek's going to continue doing it just to get a reaction out of him while subtly teaching him how to do it properly. But by then, Stiles will probably have figured out the intricacies involved in howling and all the reasons why wolves do it.

Turning as he lets the boys catch up to him, he crooks a brow at Stiles. ]

We wouldn't be if you'd do it properly. But you'll learn eventually.

[Quieting down as he and Scott reach Derek's side, Isaac spins around to face Stiles again.]

He's right! Maybe in a few years you'll almost get a puppy howl. And Cannonball doesn't make noises, Stiles, come on.

They kinda make flying noises. But if we show you we can't get to trick-or-treating and it's getting laaaate.

[Scott waits impatiently at Derek's side, crossing his arms and puffing up his chest a little in a mimic.]

Come on, pack trick-or-treating begins!

Right! Trick or treating! Sounds more fun than my howl related humiliation.

[Scott imitating Derek is obscenely adorable. An idea hits Stiles and he suddenly dashes out in front of the three of them in a flail of limbs, standing a good distance away from Derek and the boys, then stuffing his hands in his pockets, his expression going solemn.]

Now, listen. There's a toll on this road.

[ Derek watches as Stiles goes darting ahead, limbs flailing as always.

And then he slowly cocks an eyebrow at him, crossing his arms over his chest and underneath his newly acquired cloak. ]

A toll.

[Isaac frowns when Stiles suggests a toll, exchanging a look with Scott and stepping to Derek's opposite side. He crosses his arms too, cocking his hip just slightly to the side.

(He's not taking your shit, silly Stilinski.)

He sucks his teeth a little, raising one brow too.]

What kind of toll?

[With a glance at Isaac, Scott keeps his mimicked stance next to Derek, trying to look bigger than he really is.]

You're a direwolf, not a bridge troll, Stiles. Why do you have a toll, anyway?

My toll...[With a grin, he tugs out his cellphone, leaning back far enough to get all three of them in the frame.]

Is a picture, so get together. And actually smile, if your dad can manage it without straining a muscle in his face. Everyone say cheese!

[Because he is not leaving this without a picture, okay.]

[ Eyebrow remaining raised, he stands there in silence for a couple minutes. Because he knows the various ways that this picture can turn out, and isn't quite sure Stiles does. But he'll find out soon enough what happens to most people when they try to take a werewolf's picture.

Sighing heavily, he tips his head to the side as he regards Stiles. ]

You're ridiculous.

[ But he doesn't argue against him taking the picture, so there's that. ]

[Isaac, too, knows exactly what will happen the minute he tries to take this picture- so, smugly, he takes one of Derek's hands and rests the other on his hip.]

A picture'll be easy. You could have just said so.

[Scott latches onto Derek's other hand excitedly, rolling his eyes.]

Of course dad can smile! He just doesn't think you're that funny.

[He giggles, meaning it innocently, and waits for Stiles to try.]

[He makes an offended face at Scott, taking out his camera and holding up to get a picture.]

I'm hilarious. [Rude. Super rude, Derek. He's going to hold that against you. Muttering to himself a little, he snaps the picture, the flash going off, then pulls it back to examine it.

Aaand naturally, it looks like there are three sets of lasers staring into his phone's camera. Stiles grumbles a werewolves under his breath, and scurries past them, flicking on the porch light in a flurry of movement before coming back.]

You guys would make this a pain in the a--butt. Werewolves don't take pictures. Noted. Now shut up and smile. [Grinning a little, he flicks off the flash and tries again.

Much better.]

Now Scott, that's just not true. I think Stiles is hilarious.

[ That gets the three of them a fangy smirk as he takes his sons' hands and looks towards the camera. The smirk stays through the first attempt Stiles makes at getting a picture, and then he actually laughs when he goes running for the porch. It's not overly loud, but it's still a laugh.

It fades when the second picture is taken, as does the smirk, but he'll make up for that shortly.

Picture taken, he releases Scott and Isaac's hands and makes his way over towards Stiles to pluck the phone from his grasp. ]

I'm enacting my own toll, now. Go stand with the boys.

[Isaac is quiet through the first picture, laughing along with his dad when Stiles goes to run, but seems surprised when Derek goes to take the phone from him. Still, he gives a little smirk.]

So is Stiles honorary second dad tonight?

[Oh, as if he doesn't get the implications behind that. Isaac grabs Stiles's hand immediately anyway, leaning over to grin at Scott for a few seconds before turning his gaze back to Derek.]

Come on, Isaac, Stiles is always honorary second dad. Except when he's honorary kid.

[He grins so wide it almost seems too big for his face, squeezing Stiles's other hand and bouncing on his toes a little so his wings flutter a little. Scott's just as excited about this as Isaac is, and it shows.]

[He didn't bother dignifying Derek's first comment, instead just rolling his eyes dramatically--after all, what the boys said next was a little more important. It seemed like a teasing comment at first, but Scott confirming it made his stomach squirm a little until his chest felt warm. It's hard to imagine that from where they started, they'd gotten to this point, but hell. At this point, Stiles is pretty much 1000% ready to take on the title.

The warm fuzzies are enough to have him grinning from ear to ear, and as he's shooed away, he wraps both his arms around the boys and kneels between them, tugging them in close.]

I'm an honorary liason from kid to dad. I can translate. Cheese!

[ Pausing as he turns the phone over in his hands, Derek looks over towards Isaac as he questions them-- cheekily, the brat-- before he slides his glance to Scott. He seems to be considering their words quietly for a moment, expression blank while he does. It's not particularly farfetched, if one simply thinks about it and looks back at Stiles' steadily increasing involvement in their lives. Hell, even he can't argue with it.

That's something he's going to have to assess later.

For now, he figures out Stiles' camera function on the phone, rolling his eyes and holding it up to get a good angle. ]

How appropriate. [ But that's his only comment, as he takes the picture of the three of them. ]

[Isaac grins for the picture, reaching over to pull Stiles's hat over his eyes once the picture's taken- teasingly, of course, before looking between Derek and Stiles.]

So next we get one of you, right?

One more picture and then we'll go. Dad and Stiles!

[Scott bounces a little impatiently. He knows they'll get to trick-or-treating eventually, but that doesn't mean he isn't excited to show of his and Isaac's costumes and trick-or-treat.]

[As he fixes his hat back over his eyes, he looks down at the boys. Isaac is on his full game of conniving today. If he wasn't so damn cute it'd be really concerning.

Smiling a little lopsidedly, he steps back towards Derek, hand out for his phone.]

You heard the kid. Facebook awaits.

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

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