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But it was my choice then, and my choice everyday till the end of time, to love you. Even if a day comes when you don't feel the same.
This is me letting you go, not because we don't love each other. But because my happiness is your happiness.
I just hope you remember, when all things settle and you find yourself ready for love. I hope you'll consider coming back to me. Because no matter how much time passes or how far you go, I choose to love only you.
If not, then I just hope you'll be happy.
Thank you for loving me. Thank you for making me happy.
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now im sad imagining Stiles having to lie or evade the subject of who he knocked up to end up stuck with a baby when Stiles was the one to go through the pregnancy and he WANTED Eli. he didn’t get stuck with him. he wanted that baby so much that’s why he had him!!!!!
he would get so defensive. and it would get all worse when Eli starts babbling and learning words and starts calling Stiles “mama”. Stiles doesn’t correct him. Stiles is Eli’s mother. he gave birth to him that makes him his mother in Stiles’ book.
now im imagining Eli going “mamamamamamama” nonstop while clapping, all giggly and looking at Stiles 😭😭😭
Is there any way you can give us a hint or sliver of your next beautiful story??
I finished it yesterday actually lmao. Wanna read the beginning? Posting it soon-ish anyway. It's based on this post
“What did Hale want?”
To eat me, thought Stiles, remembering the alpha’s stare.
“He wants to talk to you tomorrow morning,” he replied instead. His forehead vibrated against the car window. The orange streetlights illuminated his pale face in short bursts as they drove through the unfamiliar streets.
“About what?”
“He didn’t say.”
Rafael let out a short hum. “I wanted to leave tonight.”
“We still have a day left,” Stiles reminded quietly. “The Itos pay for the hotel anyway.”
“Hm.”
Stiles rolled his eyes, thankful that no one saw his face. His gaze jumped from house to house, each the same as another, until he noticed a burger joint with neon lights flickering at the end of the road.
“Drop me here,” said Stiles, unlocking his seat belt. “I need to eat.”
Rafael’s jaw bulged. “Again?”
“I healed a Nemeton today. Do you know how much it—” he snapped his mouth shut at Rafael’s glare and all but growled, “Just… let me out. I’ll walk.”
The car lurched to a stop. Stiles exited and slammed the door shut with shaking hands. His breath billowed in front of him, dissipating in the night. He didn’t look up when the car squealed to motion and drove off, just pushed his hands into his pockets and trudged toward the joint.
The magic pinned down his veins like hundreds of needles. The ache seeped into his stiff muscles. Stiles winced at the distant throb of a migraine that would come in full swing in an hour or so. But the hunger was the worst.
“The double stack combo, please. Thank you.”
He should have left those amulets for the next week, no matter how much Rafael pushed. The dick didn’t know what he was talking about, and it’s not like the order was that urgent anyway. Now, he was drained. Again.
Taking his food, Stiles left the joint and turned right toward the park, which he had seen on the way here. The town was silent and deserted, and only an old dog barked lazily a couple of blocks away. Cozy house windows glowed warmly, dimming here and there. Tomorrow, people would make breakfast, take children to school, kiss their loved ones on the cheek, and go to work. To think that they all were at the brink of collapse just this sunny afternoon…
The bench was cold and wet in places, but Stiles only crinkled his nose as he sat down. He leaned back and lifted one foot, digging his heel into the edge of the bench, then opened the grease-soaked packaging. Salty, fatty smell wafted in his face.
Stiles took a bite of a burger, exhaled, and leaned his head back on the headrest. Every chew felt like a chore. The stars hid behind thick, curling clouds — the same ones he had summoned — and the moon was nowhere to be seen. The wide oaks rocked gently above him.
The food was gone in under three minutes. The burger, the French fries, and the Cola sat uncomfortably in his stomach, doing jack-shit at filling him up. Then again, Stiles’ hunger couldn’t be stifled by food. The burger quietened it, but it was far from gone.
Nothing was ever enough. Maybe, nothing ever would be.
Stiles’ stomach clenched at the thought. He closed his eyes, letting the wind caress his face.
The Ito pack treated them well, and that was about the only good thing to come out of that shitshow. Satomi did not seem to want their alliance as much as she needed it, but perhaps, after Stiles’ help today, she’d change her mind. He knew he impressed not only Satomi but the other packs, too. Braeden said she’d stay in touch, as did Julia.
Stiles fucking told him it wasn’t useless. Suck it, Rafael, suck it real hard—
“Stiles?”
He startled. He didn’t remember falling asleep. Blinking rapidly, he swiveled his head and saw—
“Hi,” he rasped before clearing his throat. His body whined as he straightened. “Erica, right?”
The she-wolf grinned at him with her head inclined. Her gaze swept over him. “As if anyone can forget me, sweetheart,” she chuckled, sauntering closer. The girl nodded at the empty package. “Ate all the pies, Little Red?”
Stiles’ lips stretched in a tired smile. He shrugged. “Tough day.”
“You don’t say. Reckoned your alpha would treat you to a steak or something.”
Stiles couldn’t stop a snort, though he regretted it after catching Erica’s studying gaze. Shit.
“I just wanted something greasy,” he said, putting on a smile again. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw two figures walking down the park path. “Hey, guys.”
“Hey.”
Two men stopped on either side of Erica. Their gazes bore into Stiles, though their postures remained relaxed; the big black guy wove his arm around Erica’s shoulders, while the lanky white boy popped a gum bubble.
“This is Boyd,” said Erica, tickling the black guy’s chin with her nails, to which he stayed impassive. “And this cupid is Isaac.”
“Stiles.” He glanced down the path, but no one else came. When he turned back, the wolves were biting back grins.
“Derek sent us out to eat,” sang Erica in the sweetest voice. “He won’t be coming. Sorry, darling.”
Shit.
“I wasn’t—” stammered Stiles.
“Wanna come with us?” asked Isaac and gasped when Erica elbowed him. He glared at the girl. “What?”
Erica hissed something so low that Stiles couldn’t hear, but before he could interject, she turned to him with a coquettish smile.
“He meant to tell you that Derek wanted to invite your pack to dinner, but it didn’t look like your alpha was in the mood. We can hang out if you’re up to it.” She looked over him again as her smile wavered. “I mean, no offence but...”
“You look like you’re gonna keel over,” finished Boyd.
Stiles chuckled. “That’s how I always look.” He gathered the empty packet with a sigh, stood up, and chucked it into the bin. The Hale trio did not step away, seemingly fine with the closeness as most werewolves were. “If D— If Alpha Hale doesn’t mind…”
“You can call him Derek,” said Boyd.
“He told you that you can,” added Isaac.
“I think, he insisted,” corrected Erica.
Stiles shifted his glare from one to another until they laughed, all at the same time.
“Come on,” Erica caught him by the elbow. She was kind enough not to comment on Stiles’ leaping heart and tugged him along. Isaac flanked his other side, their shoulders brushing. “It’s Derek’s treat.”
“I can pay.”
“Sure you can,” said Boyd. “But Derek doesn’t mind.”
Stiles arched an eyebrow. “He won’t mind you feeding members of another pack?”
It wasn’t normal; even Stiles, with his basic knowledge of interpack relations, knew that. Them touching him was weird, as was this closeness, and their offer, and the fact that they were talking so freely. Wolves weren’t supposed to interact with other packs or act on behalf of their alpha without explicit permission.
Maybe it was because Stiles wasn’t a wolf? Is that why it didn’t apply to him?
He grit his teeth while his stomach swooped in oh-so familiar disappointment.
Stiles understood Rafael’s secretiveness; he truly did. None of them were born wolves, unlike Rafael, and a lot of that knowledge was sacred. Stiles could not go around telling everyone everything there was to know about packs. Rafael was a tough guy; his trust was the hardest thing to earn, and Stiles just… hadn’t yet. But, fuck, what else was he supposed to do to earn it? Kill himself trying?
“Wanna bet?” asked Erica suddenly, pulling out her phone.
Stiles glanced at it dubiously. “It’s one in the morning, he’s gonna kill you.”
Erica looked at him carefully as if trying to figure him out and pressed her phone to her ear. After a couple of seconds, someone picked up. “Hey, alpha mine, we just stumbled upon McCall’s emissary, would you mind if we treat him to—” Her lips stretched into a smug smile as she listened. Then, without another word, she pulled the phone away and locked the screen. “He said not to ask stupid questions.”
Stiles’ heartbeat, which had been racing in his temples the entire time, started to calm down. He swallowed, then smiled as Isaac pushed at his shoulder playfully.
“Told you,” said Boyd.
“He’s a good alpha,” added Isaac.
“Kiss-ass.”
“Hey!”
The three of them seemed to pick up on Stiles’ tiredness and bickered among themselves for the remainder of the way. Weirdly, Stiles didn’t feel awkward or excluded; they had a ton of inside jokes that Erica spent her time explaining until Stiles could appreciate them as well, then stirred the topic to the Ito pack, which inevitably led to the Hale pack. At the diner, they crammed into one booth and ordered enough food for, well, a pack of wolves. The poor waiter winced at the length of the order, but Boyd shooed him away with a glare.
“I can’t believe you guys are bitten,” wondered Stiles, folding his arms on the table. Isaac’s body heat seeped into his side. It was nice. “You seem so…” He waved his hand around.
“Well-adjusted?” offered Isaac.
“Natural.”
“It’s all natural, honey.” Erica put her chin on her folded hands and winked at him.
“I can see that,” muttered Stiles, then groaned as he realized what he had said. He closed his face with his hands as Isaac guffawed next to him. “Fuck, sorry, my brain is fucking mush…”
“I’m not hiding,” Erica shrugged in good nature, though her smile turned more genuine. “I like this one,” she said to Boyd.
“Kiss-ass,” replied Boyd, causing Erica to squawk.
Stiles frowned at them, but didn’t get a chance to clarify the joke because Isaac nudged him. “Derek trained us well. He is a born wolf, a Hale.”
The last word held so much pride that Stiles couldn’t help but ask.
“Is that…” Stiles narrowed his eyes and shifted his gaze between them, “Is that supposed to mean something?” The betas didn’t answer right away, so he backtracked. “I mean, my pack is pretty solitary, I don’t know all the lore on packs or… Are the Hales a big thing?”
“Oh, brother…”
“Very big,” Erica nodded. “There was this blood feud thing between the Hales and the Argents. The hunters,” she added after noticing his arched eyebrow. “They had beef for decades. The Argents kept on trying to wipe them out, but the Hales are feisty motherfuckers.”
“Kept on living.”
“Didn’t Derek’s uncle come back from the dead?” hummed Isaac.
“You can do that?” asked Stiles.
Boyd narrowed his eyes. “You’re the one to talk.”
“What does that mean?”
“Dude, you woke the Nemeton,” muttered Isaac.
“Is it, like, hard?” Stiles snorted at their faces. “I had to, come on.”
Boyd leaned toward Erica. “Do you still like him?”
Stiles huffed and shook his head. When the food arrived, the wolves took a little bit of everything from each other’s plates without a peep, like a synchronized machine. They all ate for a few minutes, quenching that first hunger, Stiles slower than the rest.
“Ito’s Nemeton was empty, not dead,” he said after a while. “The tree was still there, alive and growing, but that’s about it. It created a void, like a…” he motioned with his hands, “a black hole that tugged everything in. That’s why there were so many ghouls.”
“Derek said they’ve been suffering for a while,” hummed Boyd. “It wasn’t just the ghouls. I think they ate a child, and that was the last drop. Satomi summoned everyone.”
“She hit a bingo with you.” Erica winked.
Stiles pushed his food around. “She, uh… She didn’t summon us.” At their silence, Stiles cleared his throat. “I reached out and volunteered.”
Boyd gave him a weird look. “You willingly put your pack in danger?”
The food turned to ash in Stiles’ mouth. He put the fork down and folded his arms, trying to swallow the memories of his alpha’s growls.
This is useless. You don’t know what you’re doing. Stop wasting my time. We don’t need them.
“We’re a small pack, okay?” said Stiles. “A small pack with a tiny bit of land in the middle of nowhere, California. We need allies. And I figured, if we show that we can fight, people will be more open to it.”
Erica twirled a slice of baguette between her claws, watching him without blinking. Stiles held her gaze.
“Derek was impressed,” she said at last, her voice thick with meaning.
Stiles’ cheeks grew warm. He cleared his throat, willing his heart to go back to its cavity.
“Thanks, I guess.” He unfolded his arms, then folded them again, then lowered them on his lap. “You still haven’t told me why he is a big deal.”
“Oh,” Erica blinked and tore into her bread. “Yeah, the Argents, like, burned most of his family alive, so he wiped them from the face of the earth.”
“What the—”
“Yup. Derek won in the end. If you can call it a win,” Erica pursed her nose. “What I’m saying is the Hales are old blood; they go back centuries. Their name has weight.”
Stiles tapped his fingers against the table. “So I should definitely try to convince Rafael to meet him tomorrow?”
The betas froze and looked at him.
Boyd sighed. “Only a dumbass would refuse. Sorry.”
“Not sorry,” chirped Isaac.
“I get it,” said Stiles. The migraine was pulsing closer and closer. “Rafael is just… Stubborn. He’ll be there,” Stiles rushed to reassure them. “I’ll convince him.”
Erica arched an eyebrow. “You don’t convince people to see a Hale. They usually throw themselves at Derek for a chance to be in the pack. Our numbers are still growing, but he’s very picky.”
“Must have been very tired when he accepted Isaac, though.”
“Fuck off, Boyd!”
Right now, they seemed more like friends and not pack. Stiles had seen them fight, though: bouncing off each other for a killer blow, shielding and tugging each other out of the way. It was kind of… beautiful. Fascinating.
Easy.
How much hard work went into that ease?
They finished dinner quickly, sharing the desserts the same way they did the main course. Isaac complained about his full stomach as they walked out, while Boyd guided Erica by the elbow as she was busy reapplying her gloss with a hand-held mirror.
“Oh, by the way,” she said as they started walking, “Derek said he’d pick us up.”
The hair on the back of Stiles’ head stood up. He stopped in the middle of the sidewalk.
“I, uh…” he rubbed the back of his neck at the wolves’ glances, “m’ gonna head back to the hotel, then. It was nice to—”
He squawked when Erica grabbed his elbow, dragging him forward.
“Relax, Bambi.” Her smile was a bit too knowing for Stiles’ comfort. “Derek doesn’t bite.”
“Unless he really wants to.”
“Or if you ask nicely.”
They laughed at the face Stiles made.
The Hale alpha arrived within minutes in a shiny, gorgeous, black Camaro. Stiles swallowed at the sight of a silhouette behind the tinted window; he moved toward the back, but the betas were already clambering inside, bickering.
Shit.
With a straight face and a racing heart, Stiles walked around the car and got into the front seat.
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Historical abo, Derek is a noble hot knight at the palace and everyone, even the royals want him and everyone flirts with him AND Stiles, a commoner, who lives a the edge of the city all alone... They meet and sleep together, and then Stiles finds out about who Derek is, and he sees how desired he is and he cuts all contact while Derek has to leave for another conquest going mad with not knowing what happened to Stiles... He comes back and finds Stiles, but the omega is cold and polite and so not-himself that it drives him feral... They have hot, hard sex bc OF COURSE only for Derek to notice the changes in Stiles' body... Derek forces him to confess while Stiles is stuck on his knot, and Stiles tells him about the baby and how he came back only to gather his things and then he'll move in with his old father to raise the child.
He says, "My life is already ruined, as I am an unwed, unmated omega with a child, and I am shunned, and you have all those beautiful noble ladies to marry and move ranks, you don't need to ruin yours. I know you find relief in our nights spent together but that is all there is to it. You will play family until you get sick of the sleepless nights and baby crying and then leave. I will tell my baby his father had loved him very much and that he died in a battle, and that's it."
And Derek's like, "He's not just your baby, he is our son." And then Stiles breaks completely, all the pain and humiliation and shaming that he endured over his pregnancy and after... And their little boy is so sweet and bubbly and full of wonder, and there is Parrish who agreed to marry Stiles even though he judges the omega but as the marriage will save him, he agrees (he just wants to fuck stiles whenever he pleases the nasty scumbag).
Derek leaves in the morning to go to the palace to sort out his departure for good and he orders Stiles to wait for him but if course as he comes back, the house is empty. Derek scours the lands in search for him, and he finds them just before Stiles' wedding and steals his omega and his baby away and they lived happily ever after damn right they did!!!! I AM GOING RABID
Derek’s pack being rumoured to be a cult but the authorities never truly having any proof of wrongdoing by the leader (Derek Hale) or by the members itself to do anything about it.
but then they get probable cause when some people on a hike close to the Hale compound hears some blood curdling screams coming from there.
the compound gets raided by the FBI or some shit and its pandemonium as the members get arrested one by one. the FBI expected violence but they encounter little to no resistance.
Derek Hale is found in a large room at the end of some tunnels under the compound. He’s guarding a large metal door with multiple locks and weird symbols drawn on it.
He doesn’t resist arrest and stays silent apart from one thing.
“Don’t open the door.”
They drag him through the tunnels and agents get to opening the metal door. Derek Hale starts trashing and screaming.
“DON’T! DON’T OPEN THE DOOR! DON’T FUCKING DO IT!”
they don’t listen.
it takes a long time for them to open it, they use various tools while Derek Hale is sat in a cop car, watching the open trap door to the tunnels.
the door finally swings open noisily on its hinges and it’s so dark beyond the threshold they don’t see a thing. some agents shine flashlights in the room but it doesn’t show much of anything.
“Derek? Is that you?” a youthful male voice calls out from the darkness.
the agents frantically call out to the boy and start advancing into the dark room, looking for him in the overwhelming darkness.
“Where is he? Where’s Derek? You’re not Derek. What are you doing here? You don’t belong here.”
the voice seem to be coming from multiple directions at once and the agents’ flashlights all stop working at the same time.
Derek hears the screams of the agents from where he’s sitting in the cop car and he closes his eyes for a long moment. he hears more agents running to the trap door, going to help but he knows it’s useless.
the door was opened. the love of his life was unleashed upon them. there’s nothing they can do now.
Derek opens his eyes only when he hears familiar steps coming up to the trap door. he looks over and sees Stiles emerge. radiant and beautiful as he always is. naked and drenched in warm blood.
he finds Derek with his sharp eyes almost instantly and smiles brightly. he literally skips his way to the cop car and opens the door. he then kneels down on the ground and looks up at Derek adoringly.
“They opened the door.”
“I know.”
“It wasn’t me. I didn’t do it.”
“I know, baby.”
“Only you can open the door.”
“Yes.”
“So I punished them.”
“Yes you did.”
Stiles giggles and moves closer to pillow his head on Derek’s thigh, nuzzling it a little.
“Can you bring me back to my room now? Can you close the door?”
“Yeah, baby. I’ll close the door.”
Stiles smiles lovingly at him and the handcuffs at his wrists turn to dust.
Stiles pulls away from him to get back to his feet and he pulls Derek out of car after him.
“Come on! Quick quick! I wanna go back to my room. Are you going to come in with me today?” Stiles says quickly, holding onto Derek’s hand and hugging his arm at the same time as they walk towards the trap door.
“Do you want me to go in with you today?” Derek asks back and it makes Stiles giggle again.
“Yes I do. I always want you to come in my room. You’re the only one allowed to open the door.”
Derek smiles fondly and nuzzles Stiles’ hair, smelling dirt, ash and blood.
Stiles lets go of him only when they enter the sacred room. He jogs ahead, crossing the open space and cackles happily as he enters the dark open doorway to his lair.
“Don’t forget to close the door, Derek!” Stiles says from somewhere into the darkness.
“I won’t, baby.” Derek says and he grabs the heavy door and drags it shut behind himself.
Stiles was so ready to attend it, watch and learn about werewolves from all around the country, except, they are not as he expected.
Yes, maybe using Derek Hale as a base was not a good idea but what? What do you mean that not all werewolves are good looking, extremely strong, exaggerately fast, exceptionally smart or fucking cool as Derek is?
Or
Stiles finds out that Derek may be, in fact, the most powerful werewolf in USA. Do you know that people that are basically good at everything they do and somehow also look like models? Well, Derek is the werewolf version of them.
Of course Stiles only falls for unreachable perfect people.
So now he has to watch Derek win every single tournament, fight and competition while every werewolf looks either envious as hell or horny as fuck.
Too bad Derek only has eyes for a very sarcastic human. A sarcastic human that is extremely oblivious and is kind of ignoring Derek's efforts to court him.
How much longer will he have to flex to finally impress Stiles?
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Future fic, the pack attends a werewolf convention and Sterek happens
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Stiles is certainly going through a medication switch for his adhd and it’s having some side effects, like Headaches, insomnia, Loss of appetite, Stomach ache and pains, Feeling or being sick, weight gain, Moodiness and irritability.
The entire hale pack is hanging out one day (pack meeting idk) and stiles is having more trouble focusing than usual and someone (probs Jackson or Peter) asks him condescendingly why he’s being so forgetful.
And stiles replies with an answer that makes it sound like he’s pregnant (he’s not), but like in a way were he doesn’t realize it but the entire pack freezes because there no way. No one knows how to respond. Half the pack think that he joking, the other half thinks he’s serious. (Scott is sooo stoked to be an uncle). Derek kinda just bluescreens.
When they try to ask more stiles just keeps responding with answers that could be interpreted as confirmation of his pregnancy (that he doesn’t have).
“When did you become… how did this happen” stiles looks at them weirdly “like two weeks ago, like Derek you were there ??”
(He was picking up his new prescription) Derek’s selective memory is not helping because all he can remember is going to a pharmacy with stiles. (Even funnier is Derek and stiles aren’t together at the point but Derek and the pack still think that he’s the father)
In light of this very bewildering news, none of the wolves want stiles to be alone right now so the pack ends up all staying together (pack sleep over) at the hale house/or loft that night. and the next morning, as soon as stiles wakes up he immediately runs to the bathroom to puke and damn if that doesn’t convince the pack.
When he comes back into the kitchen everyone is just being so helpful and not letting him do anything.
It’s just straight up shenanigans from this point forward.
Stiles keeps having side effects to his meds, that keeps convincing the pack he’s pregnant.
Stiles reacts badly to certain foods, Derek throws an entire fully cooked lasagna out the window.
He will occasionally have stomach pain, and the first time he press a hand to his stomach and grimaces in pain, Derek ushers him to the couch. Issac and Erica sits next to him while Boyd goes to the kitchen to make tea
Stiles feels nauseous during the day and nearly faints, the betas freak the fuck out. Boyd and Lydia, while still freaked out, are the only ones who holds it together long enough to help stiles.
The betas are all trying to convince stiles to name them as the godparent, while not out right saying it.
Stiles gets more emotional easily and since he’s an angry crier it’s worse?? Jackson nearly gets his ass handed to him when he says something mean at the wrong moment and the pack can smell stiles tears as he tries to not let them fall.
The obligatory very weird conversation between the sheriff and Derek about stiles during this very trying time. The sheriff is very confused and doesn’t know wether to deck Derek for being condescending about stiles reaction to his new prescription or to just thank him for trying to accommodate stiles even if it’s in a weird way. Derek thinks the sheriff is glaring at him for getting his son pregnant.
Peter begins to doubt but then stiles walks into the next meeting smelling pregnant (he bumped into an actual pregnant person)
Stiles gravitating to softer materials because certain fabrics makes him want to too his skin off, everyone just thinks he’s nesting.
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