Note: This is the 13th part of the “Home Is Where the Spark Is” series. To understand better what’s going on, we recommend reading the previous entries. Enjoy!

Fandoms: Teen Wolf, Sterek

Characters/relationships: Stiles Stilinski/Derek Hale, Noah Stilinski, Elizabeth Laura Hale (OC)

Rating/category: R (explicit), supernatural, post-Teen Wolf, canon and non-canon elements, slash, M/M, Sterek, hurt/comfort, dark, angst, aged up characters, Spark Stiles, Magic Stiles, Emissary Stiles, Emissary in training Stiles, detective Stiles, matured Stiles, Alpha Derek, top Derek, bottom Stiles, drama, epic romance, love, magic, soulmates, Mate bond, Emissary bond, werewolves, temporary disability, temporary blindness, mating, smut, healing, pack bonds, humor

Summary: After the mates mostly fixed things between them, they go to visit their daughter and the Sheriff for some pack bonding time. Little do they expect some more healing happening in Stiles’ old room once they are alone again.

Disclaimer: This is a product of our imagination and was written only for entertainment and fun. We don’t profit from this fanfiction and we mean no harm or disrespect against any real person, culture or custom that might appear in the story. All original pictures or edits and fictional characters used in the story belong to their respective owners and credit goes to them.

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Home Is Where the Spark Is
By Just Jim & Useless-girl

13: Broken but Glued Together – Part 1

It was funny how Stiles needed to heal as much as Derek did. All they really did was sleep and eat once the human had been strong enough to get back to the loft. Because Deaton meant well but there was no way Derek felt safe enough at the vet’s house to relax and sleep without passing out in exhaustion. Sleep, eat, celebrated Valentine’s Day together by more of the same – along with a lot of sex. It was what they both needed, the days together, to feel comfortable with their bodies and traumas, until the wolf was confident enough to suggest going back to the Stilinski home.

Despite talking to Elizabeth daily over the phone, it was clear the little girl was missing them as much as they were missing her. She needed her daddy and her daddy Sty as she had taken to call Stiles so easily once the bond had been in place. She had no problem with recognizing him as the alpha’s mate and giving him the right title.

Besides, there was a work crew eager to start on the renovating which had been put off when the heat had started and then again when they knew the soul was going to be placed back. It was time to get their house turned into a home instead of taking over Noah’s house like they did. Beth was going to keep her room at the sheriff’s house though, because there were probably sleepovers going to happen with grandpa No and weekly dinners with all of them. The man wouldn’t come home to an empty house all the time, they had promised.

The renovation of the loft alone was going to take a month and another month for the elevator and the stair case of the entire building. But in that month the couple could work on decorating and probably adding colors, knowing Stiles. For now though, they had packed their bags and were heading to their current home, Derek being the one anxiously sitting in the passenger’s seat for a change instead of Stiles, his leg bouncing up and down. He was nervous how it was going to go being surrounded by pack again, if he was going to freak out or not.

The moment the car parked and the door was thrown open and there was a little girl flying out of the house, Derek forgot all about his nerves though and, after Stiles told him she was coming, was out of the car on his knees to hug her without thinking about it. Hugged her tightly even, inhaling her scent by pressing his nose against the side of her head. Strawberries still, strawberries and cookies.

“I’ve missed you cub.”

“Daddy ow?” Elizabeth curiously looked at his eyes, touching the side of his face so he knew what she meant. Stiles had explained it to her but she was too young to fully understand it, and so he shook his head, placing a kiss on her forehead.

“It will heal soon and it doesn’t hurt anymore, I promise.”

“I kiss, make all better,” the toddler declared so he quickly closed his eyes before she was kissing his eyeballs, so she could kiss his eyelids instead. She was adorable, no doubt making a fish face by puckering her lips so she could kiss the ow all better as he always did with her.

“You’re right, it’s all good now,” Derek snorted, giving her another hug so he could imprint on her as much as he could. It had been the right decision to get home because his heart felt ten times lighter now that they were all complete again.

Stiles was kinda nervous too on their way home but seeing Derek with Beth on the driveway like that... it left only happiness and relief. Of course, they couldn't know if Derek was going to be triggered by something later, but for now all seemed to be okay. It was plain to see how much the father-daughter duo has missed each other and watching them like that melted his heart.

As he closed the Camaro's door and headed their way, he saw his smiling dad in the open door of the Stilinski house. They nodded to each other before Stiles knelt down to hug both Derek and Beth. "Group hug!!" he announced on a funny voice to more or less hide just how moved he was in that moment too. Beth's giggle and hug were priceless, warming his heart and grounding him even more than Derek's presence already did.

"Missed you too, Daddy Sty!" she said and pressed a wet smacking kiss against his cheek.

"Same here, princess! It's good to be back. Come on, let's help daddy get inside and remember, he cannot see right now so you should tell him what's in front of you. Show me how you can lead him to Grandpa No!" Stiles pecked her forehead, smiling from the eager nodding he got in return.

"I lead daddy to Grandpa No!" she announced, already grabbing Derek's hand to tug on it. "No worries, daddy. I help!"

Derek would have flashed Stiles a glare if he was capable of knowing where exactly the human was when he had told Beth to take her dad inside. As cute as it was with her wanting to help, she appeared like a two to three years old, there was no way she was able to guide him into the house without accidents. It was pretty much like telling Derek to find his own way inside and good luck with that, buddy. It didn't help he was being tugged along so he hesitantly followed, expecting to smack face first into something each second. It didn't work like that, but close enough.

One moment he had been walking, and the next he had stumbled over something on the path to the house. Right, there were steps there, he should have remembered that. Little late for it when he was stretched out in the bushes like a graceless heap of limbs and leather.

"Oops," Beth said and promptly started crying for making daddy trip, and god, something unpleasant was poking him in the ass.

"It's okay! Beth, I'm okay, there was a step there, it's not your fault." His own fault for tripping over a barely existent step like he had inherited Stiles' clumsiness. At least Noah was amused since he was laughing loudly as he came closer to help his future son-in-law out of the prickly bushes.

"Son, how well does your werewolf healing deal with thorns?"

Derek flushed an alarming shade of red in answer because it wasn't like his healing was going to push those out of his skin, he wasn't Wolverine. Great, now he was going to have to ask Stiles to get thorns out of his backside. He so wasn't used to being this clumsy.

"I kiss?"

"Nooo, that's okay cub, it's all better already." Poor kid had no idea that kissing her dad's ass wasn't exactly the way to go with this.

"Oh come on, it's like I have two kids. Taking off my eyes of you Derek for two seconds and you get yourself into trouble..." Stiles chuckled as he walked over with their bags with which he's been busy to deal with when the accident happened. He too did snort a bit amused, knowing that Derek would survive a trip like that for sure. The new-found clumsiness of his mate was kinda amusing to Stiles too, because he got enough laughs during the years for his own lack of coordination. Now it was a little payback time on some level.

"I'll kiss it better, no worries," he whispered into Derek's ear once he caught up with the trio and handed the bags to his dad and took over guiding Derek since he was used to doing so. He even gave the white cane to his mate, which he had left in the car in his hurry to hug their daughter.

Luckily Beth stopped the crying and her deaf dog Fenrir distracted her enough that she didn't protest when Stiles told her that they'll be right back. And with that led his injured hero into the downstairs bathroom.

"Quite the entrance, if I may say so," he said once he led Derek to the sink and closed the door behind them. "Pants down, my poor clumsy wolf," he grinned, feeling quite amused as he got some antiseptic and a pair of tweezers out of the drawer.

"The step was right there without warning!" the wolf protested but it was pretty useless since that was the same complaint Stiles would have said in case Derek teased him about his clumsiness. Or how the furniture jumped out at him. At the time it had been a ridiculous thing to say but now? Now he completely got how furniture could blindside a person when they were blind or in Stiles' case, completely distracted. Luckily, even though his pride did get bruised about this, he could see the amusement in it, the harmless teasing it evoked. It was completely ridiculous that a werewolf was clumsy so he mostly laughed at himself.

"I know, right? Steps and furniture are totally evil!" Stiles humored Derek, echoing his thought without realizing. "You looked kinda funny though with limbs flailing like mine does so often," he chuckled.

Definitely the first time in Derek’s life when he was subjected to a situation like this. With a huff, he unbuckled the belt and shoved his pants down, well aware there was a child on the other side of the door listening in with her super-hearing. "I can't believe I have thorns in my ass. Are my pants ruined too?" Did accidents like this ruin clothes? He had no clue.

Reaching behind himself, he felt at his poor cheeks where quite a few were embedded in his skin with a surprisingly small amount of blood. More fatty tissue than blood vessels and it wasn't like the thorns would get in deep. They were just very uncomfortably there.

Watching Derek's pants drop to his ankles was usually a very sexy thing for Stiles, but now he tried to control himself for the sake of the task ahead. He hissed a bit from the sight, but it could've been worse. "Really? You start to worry about your clothes now that you're blind? Otherwise it's not that bad. A few stitches will fix it."

"Everything okay in there?" Noah asked politely. "If you need help, let me know. Not the first time I had to dig something out of his ass."

Oh god. Derek flushed at that particular memory. "We're good, thanks!" he quickly called out, feeling flushed all over.

Stiles was settling on his knees next to Derek's injured ass cheek when he heard his dad, accompanied by some impatient questions from Beth and some scratching on the door, which was most likely Fenrir.

"We'll be out in a few minutes!" Stiles reassured them and only continued when he heard the withdrawing footsteps as his dad ushered Beth back into the living room.

"Soooo... what was that funny business dad was talking about which made you red like a tomato?" he singsonged with a raised brow once he disinfected the tweezers and moved in to pluck the first thorn out, dropping it onto a tissue in his other hand. "Don't tell me you have the hots for the older Stilinski too because then I'm afraid we can't be friends anymore," he sighed dramatically and pulled the next thorn out with a bit more force for emphasis.

"Stiles!" The human was a menace, there was no other word for it. A complete and total menace. Derek didn't want to think about Noah in any other way than a parental figure and a friend. The idea of wanting more was like imagining wanting to do his own father, if he had one. As if it wasn't awkward enough that Stiles was kneeling behind him to pluck thorns from his ass, no, he had to ask about the story he never was supposed to know in the first place!

Leaning on the sink a little more, Derek relaxed slightly when the impatient little family moved away from the door. There was no way he wanted Beth to see this particular situation happening. "I was shot in the ass with an arrow. And you were out camping with the rest so... when I tried to pull it out and the shaft broke..." Derek had ended up on the Stilinski doorstep anyways. Because Deaton had been away and there had been no way he'd go to the hospital because it would have needed to be reported.

"Your dad had to dig it out because I had healed over it, and it was... at a very awkward angle, okay?" God, he blushed even thinking back on it. The wolf obviously had no problem with nudity, especially with the way he often shifted to wolf and back and ended up without any clothes. But that one injury had ended up being a complete hassle and a little too intimate. They had agreed to not talk about it when it had been done. But apparently that agreement was now over because of the thorns in his ass.

"Imagine your dad having to do that to you? And that mortification you're feeling? That's how I felt."

"Oh. My. God. This is some heavy stuff. Dammit that I'm the visual type. Now this is burned into my mind for an eternity too..." Stiles groaned but pulled the next thorn out gentler and that possessive growl in the depth of his throat stopped wanting to get out.

"It's a wonder you are okay with sex toys and my cock up in your ass after that adventure," he chuckled, unable to stop that comment, because yes, he was the one and only Stiles Stilinski still, no matter how many years have passed and how much he had grown up or matured. He'll always be a free spirit like his mother was.

He worked fast and his movements were precise, like someone who got used to tending wounds. Which was exactly the case thanks to running with wolves and other creatures, plus had some first aid training too at the force. So once he was done with the thorns and double-checked if all were out, he sprayed some antiseptic on the ass cheek and wiped it clean. He finished it with a peck against said cheek and watched the wounds close right in front of his eyes.

"See? I kissed it all better," he grinned satisfied and stood to toss the tissue with the thorns out into the trash. Then he helped Derek stand and stroked along his naked waist, gently biting his earlobe. "I like you with your pants down. I hope tonight I can see you like that in my old room in different circumstances too," he purred barely audible then pecked the bushy beard right before pulling away to put everything back in order and wash his hands.

"A cock isn't the same as an arrow. Or anything having to do with sex," Derek managed to grind out, remembering how Noah had attempted to joke back then, because of course Stiles didn't only take after his mother. The joke had been something about Derek being a literal pain in the ass and the Hale had decided back then that he shouldn't like Stilinskis, they were all so not funny. Now though, with all this time passed, the whole incident was a lot more hilarious and at least Stiles seemed to think that as well.

Only he had to of course joke about kissing his ass better. Seriously, Derek really shouldn't like the Stilinskis, they were not funny! With a grumble he zipped up his pants and redid the belt.

"Well, I can't sleep in my jeans tonight so I'm sure you will see me with my pants off." He snarked back as he checked himself over and the seam of his pants. No, he didn't suddenly start caring about his clothes now that he was blind but he couldn't see if he was having holes in inappropriate places, that's why he had asked.

Of course they would most likely end up having sex. Derek felt more at home here now with all of them together, which meant he was more in the mood for something. And Stiles? He usually was in the mood and didn't need much to get there. He had the stamina of a werewolf, and that was even before they bonded, since Derek could remember how often Stiles had smelled like arousal.

Ass taken care of, Derek reached out to playfully bump Stiles' shoulder. "Thank you, you're my hero." And as he turned around, he promptly failed to open the door because it was locked. Wow. For a moment he leaned his head against the wooden door, shoulders shaking with laughter as his fingers felt for the lock to switch it to open. "Not a word."

"My lips are sealed, big guy!" Stiles chuckled then made a zipping sound as he walked behind Derek to wrap his arms around him and press a kiss against the covered tattoo in the middle of his back. His mate feeling more at ease and happier made Stiles giddier too. It was a nice change from the bloody serious situations and all the shit they had to go through lately. And for a moment as he rubbed his cheek against Derek's back very wolf-like to scent him, he briefly thought that being here might actually help.

Derek was stronger and calmer around pack and both Beth and Noah were like that to the Hale. Being with his daughter seemed to stabilize him even more and that made Stiles smile and feel happy for his mate. Not to mention that he loved just watching the two interact or sleep curled up. And he just realized that it was probably better for him too to live some normal family life to recover and regain their strength.

With that thought, he let Derek go and let the wolf open the door on his own. Stiles knew he wasn't a baby and although he wanted to help him every step on the way, he didn't want to annoy the shit out of his mate. He walked next to him, ready to give a hand, but otherwise didn't stifle Derek with his hovering.

"Fenrir and Beth are approaching at 12 o'clock," he warned the other man in due time and true to his words, she was on the heels of the happy puppy, who was jumping up and rubbing against Derek, even whining softly in his throat for his alpha's attention and affection.

"Fenny missed you too, daddy!" Beth explained. "He wants to be stroked."

It wasn't just having Beth and Noah there, which made Derek feel better, it was having them all together again, and Stiles was as much part of that pack. Having a mate around, for small things such as touches and kisses and all these moments of comfort were helping now that they were here. The downside was the fact he had to get used to the layout of this house. He knew where everything was but that didn't mean he'd not walk into it because he used to rely on his eyes before. Using the white cane in the house was something he really needed to do. It might help Fenrir the deaf dog to not be in the way when there was a cane. Or he'd grab it thinking it was a toy.

The animal was very young, like the child in the house and playful. Derek wasn't going to limit that playfulness when it wasn't doing any harm. But that didn't mean the dog didn't need to learn some manners. So when he felt the dog jump up at him, he pointed to the floor before pushing him down, repeating that. Only when Fenrir stopped did he squat down to greet the young pup, taking his time to ruffle the soft fur, allowing the scenting and played a little. All of this went on silently, thankfully because a deaf dog could bark very loudly since he couldn't hear himself.

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