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(Happy Halloween, everyone! Have some angry sex. Thanks to @spellwovennight​ and @bleep0bleep​ for the beta read, and based on a prompt from this list. It gets NSFW under the cut!)

Stiles really hadn’t wanted to go to Satomi’s inter-pack Halloween party. He’d spent the past week trying to summon up a horrible illness or some other excuse, but all he’d managed was a slightly scratchy throat that lasted all of two hours.

So here he was, trudging into the huge manor house where Satomi hosted the inter-pack Halloween party every year, because Scott had given him puppy dog eyes and talked about “making connections” and “forging stronger bonds” and other things that had Stiles tuning out after two sentences.

He didn’t like the inter-pack gatherings on a good day, and today was far from a good day.

Because Derek Hale was going to be here.

The Hale pack was small, but well-established, a family of preternaturally attractive born werewolves who looked down their noses at Scott’s ragtag, mismatched pack. The worst of them was Derek Hale. He’d hated Stiles from the moment they’d met, and the feeling was one hundred percent mutual.

But Stiles had promised Scott that he would do his best to be “civil” and “polite,” and if that meant playing nice with Derek fucking Hale, Stiles would do it.

Of course, all that got shot to shit the moment Stiles walked through the door.

[Part 1 here]

At the Beacon Hills Christmas Market in his final year of college, Stiles isn’t expecting to bump into his high school crush. 2016w | AO3

For @stacinadia for the @stereksecretsanta 2016.

Note: This is an alternate universe of the first part where Stiles didn’t start baking for Derek and kept quiet about his crush instead. It will make more sense if you read the other part first!

The Beacon Hills Christmas market is a lot smaller than Stiles remembers it. It’s been four years since he was here last, four years since his final year of high school, and he nearly chokes on a wave of nostalgia as he traverses the rows of stalls beneath the failing light of late Sunday afternoon. Despite being smaller, the crowd turnout doesn’t seem to have changed, but the sorest difference is the empty space where Mandy Miller’s hot chocolate stall should have been, left empty out of respect for her sudden passing earlier in the year.

He shoves his hands in his pockets as he walks and doesn’t buy anything, half-feeling like an outsider viewing a scene of the past that he doesn’t have the ability to interact with. It isn’t until he gets to Mrs. Acker’s pie stall that he pauses, eyeing her cinnamon-sugar glazed apple pie. No matter how many years pass, any apple pie will always remind him of Derek Hale and the market in Stiles’ sophomore year when he’d spotted his crush eating a slice in private behind the stalls.

He’d entertained visions of having his own stall at the next year’s and dazzling him with his own baked goods for all of two seconds until he realised Derek was a senior and would be going off to college. It was a blow Stiles had taken almost the rest of his years of high school to get over and he hasn’t seen him since despite hearing the occasional tidbit from his dad that he was back in town for the holidays.

For old times’ sake, Stiles buys himself a slice to savour as he meanders through the rest of the market, trying to shake the mentality of an old man looking back on his greener years.

The Hale’s stall is in its usual spot, and Stiles freezes a good distance away, but it’s only manned by Mrs. Hale and her eldest daughter, while the back of Mr. Hale’s broad shoulders are just visible where he’s crouched down to unload more stock. With no sign of Derek, his urge to run fades, so Stiles steps up, squeezing through the crowd and soaking in the warmth radiating from the heated cabinets lining their space.

The Hale women are barely able to keep up with the stream of customers vying for their attention, so Stiles manages to go unnoticed. He’s just looking over their selection when Mr. Hale returns, stepping up to the counter space opposite.

“Can I help?”

Stiles is about to wave him on to the next customer, but his eyes flicker up to find it’s not Mr. Hale. It’s Derek.

Stiles finds out bad boy Derek Hale has a sweet tooth. 2916w | AO3

For @stacinadia for the @stereksecretsanta 2016.

Note: I wrote two different things based on the same premise because I couldn’t choose which one to go with. This part is a high school AU (which should probably be read first), the other is reuniting years later, almost in a sliding doors kind of way. I like to think they show Sterek were fated to be *-* haha (Link to part 2 at the end)

Every year, Beacon Hills holds a Christmas market on the third weekend of December in the mostly-empty train station parking lot. The locals bring out the crafts they’ve been working on - Christmas tree baubles, greeting cards, knitted scarves - but it’s the food that’s the biggest attraction.

Homemade cakes and breads and pastries and candyfloss are only the tip of the iceberg and Stiles salivates at just the thought.

He was invited to tag along with Scott and Allison, but being third wheel to a lovey-dovey couple is his last idea of fun, so he feels no remorse ditching them as soon as they arrive - especially when his farewell goes unnoticed.

His first port of call is Mandy Miller’s hot chocolate stall, a yearly staple, and he cradles a steaming cup infused with hazelnut as he wanders the section reserved for the craft stalls with cursory glances. Really, he’s just dragging out the anticipation.

He’s idling by a stall manned by Mrs. Cooper, when her husband squeezes behind it and spots him perusing the wares.

“Stiles! You looking for your old man? I saw him over with the Davisons about to buy a burger.”

Is he? Stiles spins on his heel, glad his cup is almost empty, and squeezes between the two nearest stalls for a shortcut to the next row, but promptly screeches to a halt.

Standing in the space behind the stalls with what looks like a steaming slice of Mrs. Acker’s famous apple pie glazed with caramelised cinnamon sugar… is Derek Hale.

Leather-jacket-wearing, bad-boy-senior Derek Hale. Derek look-at-my-sisters-wrong-and-I’ll-punch-your-teeth-down-your-throat Hale.

Laura sits in her high chair, smooshing the mashed vegetables into the tray. Her little finger draws a squiggle in the mush, while her Papa, Stiles, waits patiently with the baby spoon paused in the air.

“Laura Girl! Have the last spoonful and we’ll get you ready for bed”, Stiles wiggles the spoon in Laura’s eyeline. She pauses her food squiggles and opens her mouth wide, accepting the spoon delivering her mashed veggies. She scrunches up her little face in contentment as she gums on the food, and reaches out a messy hand to her papa.

Stiles leans forward and cops a smudge of mash on his cheek. Seeing how happy his daughter is? Totally worth it. “You’re such a good girl Laura. So good for your papa. Go on bubba, say papa!!”

“You know Stiles, the more you hound her, the less likely she is to say it.”

Stiles jumps in his seat, “Jeez Derek, you scared me!”

Derek just chuckles. He puts his wallet and keys down on the table, and walks over to his husband and daughter. He kisses Laura on the head, then kisses Stiles on his button nose. “Anyway, we both know that you are going to say daddy first aren’t you Laura Bear! Daddy. DAD-DY.”

Stiles gives Derek a playful shove. “Nice try bucko. But she’s been on the cusp of saying papa for a few days now. I really think it’ll be her first word.”

Derek pulls up a chair and sits next to Stiles, “It’s not a competition babe. It doesn’t really matter what she says.”

Stiles leans back in his chair and sighs. “I know. But I spend so much time with her you know? I just hoped I’d be her first word.”

“I know. But whatever it is, it’s going to be perfect.” Derek leans in for a kiss and Stiles leans the rest of the way. They share a brief kiss until the doorbell goes. Derek grumbles and gets up from his chair.

Stiles starts cleaning up, taking the now empty bowl, and the spoon into the kitchen, and brings back a cloth. He hears Derek walking back into the room with the Sheriff in tow.

“You’ve just missed Laura’s dinner John, although I’m pretty sure she’s still wearing most of it.”

The Sheriff chuckles. “Just like Stiles then.”

Before Stiles could complain, Laura’s arms shoot up in the air, and she squeals. “GA-PA!!!!”

Derek and Stiles look incredulously at their daughter, who is bouncing in the high chair.

“GA-PA!! GA-PA GA-PA!!” Her little face lights up at the sight of her grandfather, and she makes grabby hands at him. The Sheriff melts into a puddle before he swoops in and unbuckles her from the chair. Lifting her up in his arms, he kisses her chubby cheeks, and gives her a squeeze, taking her off to the bathroom for bath time, all the while Laura chants GA-PA over and over.

The husbands look at each other in shock. Stiles breaks the silence. “So. Good thing this wasn’t a competition then.”

Derek bursts out laughing, followed by Stiles. Derek sits on a chair, and drags Stiles into his lap. “You have to admit though babe, that is kinda cute.”

Stiles is still chuckling. “Adorable. Our daughter is adorable. I don’t think dad realises that he was her first word. That’s going to mean the world to him you know.”

Derek nuzzles into Stiles neck, and breathes in. “It will. We’ll tell him when he’s done with bath time.”

The husbands have a lazy snog in the chair for a few minutes, until they can hear bath time finishing up. Stiles gets up to go finish cleaning his daughter’s mess, and Derek goes into to grab Laura’s nappy and pajamas. John brings out a squeaky clean Laura, who is only wrapped in a towel. His shirt is completely soaked, but he wears a grin from ear to ear.

“Look daddy, your daughter is all clean again!” John hands Laura over to Derek to get her dressed. But Laura’s having none of it. Her bottom lip begins to wobble, and the grabby hands return. The most harrowing sob is released, followed by a “GA-PA!!!” and she wails while Derek gets her dressed.

Once done, Derek quickly hands her back to John, who begins to soothe her. Laura’s tears begin to subside, and she tucks a weary head under her grandfather’s chin.

Stiles takes in the sight of his father and daughter, and his heart swells. “You know dad, Laura said her first word today.”

John smiles widely. “She did? Was it papa or daddy?”

Derek shakes his head. “It was neither.”

“Really? What did she say?”

Stiles swallows down the lump forming in his throat, “Ga-pa. Grandpa. She said her first word when she saw you dad.”

Tears rapidly fill the Sheriff’s eyes, and he looks with adoration at his granddaughter. “She did? Did you Laura Girl?”

Laura pats her grandpa’s cheek and mumbles “Ga-pa”, as she slips a thumb in her mouth and falls asleep.

A few tears spill over, as John rocks Laura in his arms. His smile is wide, and his heart full.

Stiles looks at Derek and whispers, “Best day ever.”

Derek nods at his husband, with a smile.

Hello lovelies! Some of you may have noticed I sent out the assignments a day early. I had them done a day or two ago, but want to wait till the weekend to give them out so that you all wouldn’t be dropping everything you actually have to pay attention to in life (or at least this is totally what I would be doing).

I’ve already been informed about a few hiccups (one, being that I’ve sent multiple giftees to one gifter, go me!). It might take a bit of time to work this out since there were exactly 110 participants (YAY!) and I have my work cut out for me.

I might be contacting those who were intrigued by the idea of being a back-up gifter to see if anyone wants to take on a second giftee.

I’m so excited to see all the beautiful creations that will arise from this event.

A Princely Claim by kaistrex

In a world where werewolves die if they’re unable to Claim their mate and to refuse them is classed as murder, Alpha Derek Hale makes his very public Claim for Crown Prince Stiles of Beacon. The Royal Family are left with no choice but to accept, no matter the Prince’s imminent marriage to Princess Lydia of Kanima, to whom he’s been betrothed since birth. After having already faced the future of one loveless marriage, Prince Stiles is determined to make things with Derek work.

A hand settles over one of Stiles’ clenched at his sides, the warm palm almost engulfing his fist. His own unfurls inside the gentle weight of it and he looks up to see Derek leaning over, brows creased with concern. Up close, his eyes are a mesmerising swirl of colour, like golden sunlight filtering through a forest canopy, and they’re already brimming with more adoration than Lydia has ever shown him.

Stiles doesn’t understand it.

Ooh, I find an intriguing summary.

Excellent reviews. 

Lots of Kudos. 

The first two pages are incredibly well written, OMG!

Then…

Alpha Scott McCall.

The fandom has quieted down at lot recently for various reasons, but I know that you guys are still out there. If you consider your blog Sterek or mostly Sterek-centric, please reblog this so we can all find each other <3

Originally posted by winksaremykryptonite

Summary: Stiles is an awkward virgin who’s never even been on a first date, so he ends up hiring a rental boyfriend to help him get some experience. (On AO3)

Notes: Based on this awesome post by @thealphaownsme.

(@derek-and-little-red and @endgame-sterek, I think you were also interested in this?)

“Scott, buddy, I’m having a personal crisis here,” Stiles says irritably.

“It’s summer, there’s no class,” Scott says distractedly, pawing through a box of video games. “What could you possibly be having a crisis about?”

“Well, I’m nineteen, soon to be starting my sophomore year of college, and I’m still a virgin,” Stiles says anxiously. “I’ve never even been in a real relationship. I thought college was supposed to be the time to experiment and have casual sex. I should have banged half the state of California by now!”

at the bird exhibit in the san diego zoo for the third time that day

Derek is one of those hosts who will give you travel booklets and offers to pick you up from the airport and take you around the city if you’ve never been there before and want a guide, but Stiles is just like, nah I’m cool I don’t need a ride and takes the subway two stops to get there.

And Derek doesn’t know what to do with this guy who looks like he hasn’t slept in a week because he doesn’t need any of the tourist information and he doesn’t need help finding his way around the city because he very quickly told Derek that he had lived in New York for almost 10 years, he just needed to get away from the hell that was his apartment for a few nights. But mostly Derek doesn’t know what to do with him because he’s never wanted to shove a guest against a wall to kiss them before.

Stiles tells Derek he’s cool to just go about his weekend as usual, but Derek’s weekend as usual usually involves showing his guests around the neighborhood and sometimes spending the day with them if they’re cool and invite him to. 

But he doesn’t want to mess us Stiles’ weekend away from the craziness of his daily life so he just gives him the wifi password and a key to the place and gets back to work on his most recent chapters for his novel, but the entire time he’s thinking about the guys lips, about his long fingers that he kept running through his already messed up hair, his whiskey colored eyes that he would happily drown in. 

Except this is Stiles we’re talking about so he can’t sit still for more then a few hours.  So after he takes a nap he knocks on Derek’s office/bedroom door and asks him if he’s still willing to show him the touristy shit since he’s lived in New York for 10 years but hasn’t done most of it. 

By the end of the day they’re both exhausted because Derek took him to the Statue of Liberty (and insisted on paying), to 30 Rockefeller Plaza, and then out to dinner Di Fara Pizza.  

But Stiles still kissed him when they got back to the apartment even though he was nearly asleep on his feel and Derek smiled into the kiss before saying, “I’m kind of glad your roommate drove you to leave the apartment.”

The rest of the weekend is spent watching Star Wars and eating shitty takeout while they cuddle on the couch, sitting on the fire escape and listening to the nighttime sounds of New York while they tell each other about their lives, laying tangled up in the sheets and each other while Derek lazily traces patters into the moles on Stiles’ back.

And the next weekend when Derek takes his guests around the city because they’re from Idaho and have never been to a big city Stiles comes and holds Derek’s hand and kisses him in Central Park.