Sterek Glompfest

prompt 30 from @holmeslesswhovian, written for @sterekglompfest  (graphic inspiration x)!!!

CLINGING A SHOULDER, A LEAP BEGINS (13k)

Derek leaves his guitar on the couch and hauls the heavy door open to come face to face with a mess of spiky brown hair with long fingers buried in it. There’s a long, lean torso half covered by a cut off shirt, a canvas jacket left unfastened over top of it, and even longer legs in sinfully tight skinny jeans with rips that are more haphazard than artful. When the boy raises his head, he’s all dark eyes and pink lips.

Derek had been planning to ask a question. He can’t remember what it was supposed to be.

Lips quirking up into a grin, the boy pulls a stubby candle from the front pocket of those tight jeans and holds it up.

“Got a light?” he asks.

—-

AKA: the Rent AU that one person actually did ask for.

My @sterekglompfest story for @idoobeg who requested some BAMF!Stiles.

They Never Learn (2548 words) Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Jennifer Blake, Chris Argent, Gerard Argent, Nogitsune (Teen Wolf), The Alpha Pack (Teen Wolf) Additional Tags: BAMF Stiles, Magical Stiles Stilinski, Alpha Derek Hale, The Hale Pack - Freeform, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con (aka Kate), Derek Hale Feels, Alive Vernon Boyd & Erica Reyes

This is my entry for the @sterekglompfest ! 

Prompt 19:

How about Stiles is any kind of wereanimal besides wolf or fox. Perhaps Squirrel or monkey or bat or whatever might be fun. Derek is annoyed, what else? He has no chance against Stiles cuteness…

-Corsu

I had a whole list of possible Weres Stile could have been. I settled on bear bc 1) Were-Bear is just about the funniest thing to say and 2) there’s a lot of beary good puns that come with it. 

Anyway, here are some extras that I hope you like!

Thank you so much for the amazing prompt! 

For @scruffysterek 

My contribution to @sterekglompfest 2018!

Making a We

Sterek, rated M, approx 18k words, AU, teacher!Derek, single father!Stiles, werebabies, Alive Hales, dead Sheriff Stilinski, etc. (check the tags)

Summary:

“Derek hates to admit it, but he can always tell which kid is going to be a problem on the first day of school. He’s been teaching kindergarten at St. Bernard’s Elementary for five years now and knows it’s just as much about learning to play nicely with others as learning the alphabet and basic arithmetic. Some children are quiet, shy, or lacking in basic social skills but others…

There’s always one that drives Derek up a wall, and this year, it’s Erica Prudence Reyes II.“

Rumor Has It

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 4.1k

Summary: Derek visits Stiles at school and the rumor mill goes into overdrive.

My @sterekglompfest fic for @dijonobrien!  They asked for rescue dogs, and this is not the meet-cute I suspect they were expecting, but it has rescue dogs and Sterek, and I find it sweet?  So, fingers crossed, they will as well!

Snippety Snippet below…

I wrote a fic for @sterekglompfest! It’s got single dads coaching baseball and pining. What more could you want!? I’d love for you to check it out and let me know what you think.  - Anastasia

If I Were A Bat Would You Let Me Hit That? by sweetbutterbliss

(1/1 I 3,857 I Teen I Sterek)

Coach Derek is kind of scary, he’s standing totally still with his arms crossed over his chest, which just makes his Dad’s constant flailing look even worse.

“They’re standing awfully close,” the girl comments.

Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski ♥ Rating: T, Word Count: 2968 ♥ Canon Universe, Established Relationship, Emissary Stiles, Crossover (kind of), Time Travel, POV Stiles

For @sterekglompfest​, prompt from @derekhaleisagryffindor:  Stiles and Derek fight the Weeping Angels from Doctor who, lose said fight, are sent back in time and live their lives out in the past, making a new pack and a happy life together. They don’t find out what happens to the pack, but Stiles develops his spark and learns magic.

When the Weeping Angels come to Beacon Hills, the pack doesn’t think the random statues appearing all over town are a problem. Until people start disappearing, and they can’t find anyway to defeat these indestructible creatures of stone.

When the statues first appear, there’s only a couple of them, scattered around town, half-hidden behind trees and in alleys. Stiles is the first of the pack to see one, because it’s standing in the alley next to the mechanic’s he’s brought his Jeep to when it decided the duct tape was no longer enough to keep it running. The statue is beautiful, its hands covering its face, flowing robes and delicately feathered wings hewn from a material that looks like marble. It reminds Stiles of the statues from ancient Greece, or renaissance Rome. He wonders why on earth someone would put it in an ally next to a mechanic’s.

Look! Words!

I’ve finally posted something! And, actually, this may be my first *published* work in the sterek fandom! So go me! —

Gift for @eudaimonia-et-equilibrium for the @sterekglompfest 2018, who wanted domestic fluff (and smut and pack dynamics, but I wasn’t really sure how to draw all of those things at once ORZ this is the best I can do).

Sterek | T | Social Media Meet Cute | 4694 words | AO3

My @sterekglompfest story for @notenoughgatorade! Inspired by this Tumblr post.

Stiles had only turned on the TV for background noise while he tried to finish up his thesis proposal before the next day’s meeting with his advisor, that was all. It was a nature documentary. About butterflies, no less. Bland, soothing, not at all distracting, just enough extra noise to help the rest of his overactive brain focus.

Focus. Fohhh-cussss…

Well, he was totally focused now, it just wasn’t on his thesis. Because now there was a man on his TV who was very distracting, talking about butterflies.

“A lot of what attracts people to butterflies are the many vibrant colors of their wings, but I have to admit, my favorite butterfly color is black,” said the scruffy vision in the olive green hiking shirt with the sleeves rolled up, a move Stiles considered completely unfair. Everyone knew rolled-up sleeves increased a dude’s attractiveness threefold, at least, plus the shirt brought out his eyes. Stiles was going to file a complaint. Butterfly Guy extended his hand to show off a really cool all-black butterfly, and then he smiled down at it in enthusiasm, taking him from serious to endearingly dorky in about half a second.

Stiles’ first impulse was to call Scott and demand he turn on his TV, too, but Scott had told him just an hour ago that he wasn’t allowed to call again until he at least had an outline done. The faceless internet void of Twitter was still there for him, though.

Stiles Stilinski @justcallmestiles There is a startlingly handsome entomologist on my television right now and it’s his fault I’m going to fail to finish my degree. | brb, switching to an entomology program now | Oh no, they’re interviewing him in his office now and he’s wearing *glasses*. They don’t even lie; he really does appear to be that smart. #MyKryptonite | Okay, he just started talking about how the black of butterfly wings is actually blacker than other blacks and I gotta go google that shit asap. | “… the black parts of the butterfly’s wing are constructed of scales covered in pits less than a micrometre across, which make a honey-comb like pattern. These scales take advantage of refraction to trap light, much like a fibre-optic cable.” | Ooooh, and peacock feathers do a similar thing with green that also can’t be replicated. nature.com/news/2004/040128/full/news040126-4.html | Did they use that research in developing Vantablack? | omg you guys, do yourselves a favor and google the Anish Kapoor vs Stuart Semple pigment war. #TheArtWorldIsWild | Oops, forgot to pause, totally missed the rest of that butterfly show. #HoorayForTheInternet | Good news, everyone, my future husband has a name and it is Derek Hale. He is very handsome and accomplished, according to his faculty bio page. | I take it back, we can’t get married, I’d be far too embarrassed to marry a guy with a PhD when I failed my MA because I spent all night scrolling his Twitter archive. | For real, though, I think I’m in love with his brain now. | …it’s 3am, my life is a disaster. I wonder if I’ll dream of butterflies tonight? This morning? #TomorrowIsTheTimeAfterISleep

[Continue on AO3]

@sterekglompfest

For-Anothersigh

For Sterek Glomp Fest and this prompt.

Prompt #45- Werebunny!Stiles (o werefox) gets hurts and lost in the woods, running away from hunters. Lumberjack werewolf Derek finds him and take care of him. 

Since I’m not a writer I chose a scene instead and this is kind of how I saw the rescue going. After both Stiles and Derek transform back to their half shifts. I may have gone a bit too silly with it but I couldn’t resist both Alpha Derek (who may have finished off those hunters) and sassy Stiles. I’m not sure that the prompter will ever see it (I couldn’t link their name), (I kept trying, but I don’t know how to properly put images on AO3 :(  but if they do, I hope they enjoy it.

And Stiles dialogue should be read first—to make more sense. (Oh and imagine Derek is sort of growling in the second one)

Far Across the Distance, a Teen Wolf Derek/Stiles fic for @derekhaleisagryffindor, written for the @sterekglompfest

Summary: The AAS Beacon is the biggest zeppelin the world has ever seen, a marvel of modern engineering. It boasts a dozen decks, four restaurants and cafes in addition to the dining rooms, baths and a gymnasium and an honest-to-God swimming pool. Two men board it for the same reason: to journey to a new life in New York. But while Stiles looks forward to a second chance, Derek dreads his upcoming marriage to a woman he can’t love.

Rating: T WC: 5339 Author’s Notes: For @bittensweetwolf for the @sterekglompfest! The prompt was: “Stiles returns to BH after years of training his magic. Derek can’t control himself any longer.” I modified it a little bit to give Derek more control, but hopefully his very obvious intentions fit in line with the prompt! Thank you as always to my amazing betas and cheerleaders, @rhysiana and @mad-madam-m. I love you ladies bunches and appreciate you so, so much! Also, I’m cuting it close, but it’s still technically the 27th in my time zone. LOL Sorry it took so long to post!

The first time Stiles sees Derek Hale in nearly five years, he’s on his hands and knees at the edge of the lake, covered primarily with a layer of slimy blue goo and secondarily with a layer of fine, gritty brown beach sand. Derek glares up at him irritably, but Stiles can’t be too upset about it. It was the snap of his fingers that had popped the lake monster’s three heads like over-full zits, blowing Derek backward and rolling him across the bank of sand. Stiles can’t imagine that Derek would actually be pleased with his present condition, nor with Stiles’ role in turning him into a gooey, entrail-covered sandsicle.

“Take a shower, big guy,” he says with a wink and an upward curl at the edge of his lips. “Or we won’t let you join us for my welcome-home party.”

Derek snarls, and Stiles takes that as his cue to leave.

—–

The second time Stiles sees Derek, it’s at said welcome-home party. Derek took a shower, much to Stiles’ relief–or to his dismay, he’s not quite sure. Derek has always been devastatingly gorgeous, but cleaned up, dressed up, and confidenced up–it’s a word, okay?–he’s a menace. Stiles can’t help it that his gaze is continuously drawn back to the tight black tee, the way the sleeves mold to his biceps, the way the dip of the collar shows off a mouth-watering thatch of chest hair.

And Derek clearly knows it.

“Welcome home, Stiles,” he murmurs when they finally have an opportunity to be within earshot of each other. Or rather, when Derek has an opportunity to be within earshot of Stiles. Stiles doesn’t even have to be in the same zip code to be in earshot of Derek.

“After this afternoon, I wouldn’t think you’d be so quick to say that,” Stiles shoots back easily, but Derek’s implacable gaze doesn’t break. “You’ve had five years of peace and quiet and Stiles-free shenanigans. Or, well, likely no shenanigans at all.”

Derek scoffs, rolling his eyes in the way that Stiles hadn’t realized he missed, not until right this second. “My life wasn’t that boring without you, Stiles. It’s not like I sat at home knitting every night.”

Stiles lights up. “Oh, but I bet you learned! You did, didn’t you? You would, you’re exactly the type.”

“The type who knits?”

Stiles swears that’s amusement in Derek’s voice, so he barrels ahead. “Yes, the type who knits, but also the type who looks like he’d kill kittens but instead knits them little sweaters.”

“Stiles. I do not knit sweaters for kittens.“

“Puppies, then.”

Even Derek, stoic Derek, can’t bite back a smile at that. It’s tiny, but Stiles smells victory. “I don’t knit sweaters for anybody, Stiles.” The smile shifts, becomes a little darker, a little more wicked. “I kept my hands busy in other ways.”

Hello, boner. “Thinking about me the whole time, right?”

Derek’s smile goes sharper, his eyes hot. “Maybe.”

Stiles’ jaw drops, but before he can come up with a suitable response, Derek winks and slips past him, out the door.