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It's sterek (obviously), Noah knows about supernatural world and the hales are alive, the hales had to move because stiles and derek are mates but stiles was young so they had to move, stiles has powers ( don't remember what exactly) but he has like a sense like spiderman that warns him of danger, one time he hid from a dog and another scene where he immediately stopped his jeep just as an uncontrollable truck came fast barely missing him and kira.

I hope you can find it, bye love you.

super sketchy vampire!stiles for sterek bingo because vampire stiles will always be my weaknesssss

You're telling me that this man is researching monsters on the internet and he's not on tumblr?? PFFFTT

He has the most intricately detailed blog curated towards the supernatural and he's dutifully answering asks about the supernatural.

Not that Derek knows its a reward. He offered to do it for Erica too, because she's healing from an alpha swipe, but Boyd said he'd take care of it.

So now Stiles is in the shower and the warm water is trickling down, and Derek is using his claws to scrub witch blood out of Stiles' scalp ever so gently.

"That feels nice." He murmurs. Melissa may have given him a painkiller that may or may not have him feeling loopy as hell.

"Good." Derek says shortly.

"Wish we could be like this for real." Stiles says, leaning all the way back so his head is cradled in the line of Derek's shoulder.

Derek's hands stop.

"What?"

"Shhh..." Stiles says, flapping his wrapped arm a little when he almost slips on the shower's slick surface.

Derek wraps an arm tightly around Stiles' waist. "Be careful."

"Be careful with me," Stiles says, eyes drifting to Derek's face. "You know I like you."

Derek's breath catches. Stiles can feel it, the way his chest freezes. He wonders idly if this is how werewolves feel, sensing every skipped heartbeat.

"You like me too?" Derek whispers.

"What's not to like?" Stiles' eyes slide closed, and he drifts away, dreaming of claws rasping gently, of arms carrying him, and a low voice rumbling, filled with despair and wonder.

You've heard of the couch potato, now get ready for the couch pancake ❤︎⁠

"It's a long story."

Hudson Williams | Best Lead Performer in a Drama Series

"The sex tells the story, so it never felt gratuitous to me. The sex is character development. The sex is what is moving this relationship forward, and watching it change over time."

DIVINE

sterek | E | 7,3k | ao3

Tags: Historical; Alternate Universe – Medieval; Kidnapping; Paganism; Evil Gerard Argent; Non-Consensual Touching; Threats of Rape/Non-Con; no actual non-con; Creepy Gerard Argent; Full Shift Werewolves; Sех in Full Shift Werewolf Form (Teen Wolf); Dubious Consent; Somnophilia; consent is dubious bc Stiles is asleep; Boypussy Stiles Stilinski; Knotting; Voyeurism; as in derek's pack of wolves watches them; Implied Future Mpreg; I make it sound like it's all smut when it's not; Blood and Violence; Murder; Pack Alpha Derek Hale; Top Derek Hale/Bottom Stiles Stilinski

Summary:

Stiles sobbed against the wild forest floor. The earth, rich and moist, would make his bed tonight. He would not be returning. Let the wolves take him. Let the night cover him from unwanted eyes.

“Please,” Stiles begged. “Please…”

Gerard was getting desperate. The killings put him on edge and on wine. If not for Chris’ whining, Stiles was sure he would have had Stiles right there on the dinner table.

Stiles folded his hands over his stomach, feeling the man’s lingering touch. No river was able to wash it away.

Stiles was blessed. His womb was a sacred, precious thing, and it was not meant for a man like Gerard. Elders promised him love and fertility, said they saw loving hands holding his big belly and lips upon his skin. They said the gods would send many children his way.