the sun, the moon, sterek

He will lose so much, and you will watch it all happen because you had him first, and you would let the world break its own neck if it means keeping him. Start by wiping the blood off of his chin and pretending to understand. Repeat to yourself “I won’t leave you, I won’t leave you” until you fall asleep and dream of the place where nothing is red. When is a monster not a monster? Oh, when you love it. Oh, when you used to sing it to sleep. Here are your upturned hands.

Well, now that the show is over and Stiles and Derek are free the possibilities are endless. This is their future now, their happily ever after, riding off into the sunset and kissing on horseback, however you imagine it.

Anthracite [Explicit] 106,667 words in 16 chapters.

It’s been a quiet few years, and the McCall Pack has grown and settled. But, when the Hale Pack return to Beacon Hills they find Scott isn’t as welcoming as they had hoped.

Soon they, Stiles, and Lydia, find out that not everything about the McCall Pack is as it has always seemed.

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for rouge-winter, the winner of the full body pic of my giveaway. a sterek wedding picture with flower crowns as requested. :D

“Son, you need tocalm down.”

Stiles paused in hispacing to spin on his heel, arms flailing, and fixed his father witha wide-eyed stare.

“Calm down?” Hisvoice hitched, “Calm down? You told me he’s going topropose, dad. That’s- that’s huge.”

John raised one handin a sort of placating gesture, “Now, I never said-”

“You impliedit,” Stiles was vaguely aware that his hands were shaking as hedialled Derek’s number, for the third time in the span of a minute. Afrustrated noise died in his throat when it went straight tovoicemail, again.

“Stiles, I don’tget why you’re making such a big deal out of this,” John stabbedanother piece of lettuce with his plastic fork, and pulled a face asif it had personally offended him. “This tastes like nothing.”

“Eat your goddamnsalad,” Stiles muttered, eyes fixed on his screen as he typed out astring of texts. Badly punctuated, slightly hysterical texts.

“Not until you sitdown and tell me what the issue is, here,” John tilted his headmeaningfully towards the chair across from him, “I don’t want youhaving a panic attack.”

Stiles slumped intothe seat, reluctant, and bit at his thumb. He narrowed his eyes athis left knee, which kept bobbing up and down as his leg twitched.

“What’s theproblem, Stiles?”

“I was theone who was supposed to propose first, okay?” the words left hismouth faster than he could think of them, a little louder than he’dintended. At his father’s questioning look, he took a deep breath andcontinued, “In theory. I mean, I didn’t see it happening foranother year or two.”

“So you think it’stoo soon.”

“Not necessarily,no- it’s just…” Stiles exhaled heavily, ran unsteady fingersthrough his hair, “maybe. Maybe it is. That’s the problem- I’m notsure. Do you really think we’re ready for this?”

“I know that youand Derek love each other,” the Sheriff’s brow was furrowed,“There isn’t any doubt there, right?”

“None at all,”Stiles said- immediately, reflexively. “It’s just that…God, Idon’t know.” he groaned and dropped his head into his hands.

“Didn’t you haveany doubts before you proposed to mom?” he asked quietly, throughhis fingers.

“Of course I did,”his dad’s response was soft, “How could I not? She was an amazingwoman and I still wasn’t entirely convinced I deserved her. But…”Stiles lifted his head in time to see his dad shrug. “It’s normalto have doubts, son.”

The sound thatescaped Stiles was helpless: “Derek’s not perfect, but neither amI. I’m kind of obnoxious and I talk too much and–  and at the end ofthe day, I’m just kinda an anxious mess, dad. I still have thenightmares, like, weekly. Should anyone really have to put upwith that?

“And- and Derekhas his own issues, but at the end of the day I’ve actually seen thathe’s the sweetest goofball of a man and I love him so much andhe’s probably got some huge romantic gesture planned that I couldnever top but, goddammit, I reallywanted to propose to him first-”

“I’m going to stopyou there,” his dad levelled him with a look, “Justtell him, Stiles.”

“What-tell him what?” Stiles muttered to his knees.

“Everythingyou just told me.”

“ButI-”

“Goto him, tell him these things, and- goddammit, Stiles- just proposeto him, if you want to propose.”

“I.I don’t have a ring, though-”

“Go.”His father jabbed a finger towards the door.

Stilesshot up from his chair and wasout of the office within the minute.

Johndumped his salad in the trash.

Thefront porch of the Hale house made one hell of a noise when youwalked on it- Stiles knew this, because he was physically incapableof walking around quietly (unlike certain werewolves thathe knew). Currently, it was kicking up one hell of a protest as hestomped towards the front door, floorboards whining under hissneakers; not that he cared, not that he really registered the soundover the rushing in his ears. His heart was in his throat and hismind was running a mile a minute andhe needed to remind himself to breathe.

Stilestook a shuddery breath and flung the door open. It hit the insidewall with a bang.

“Iwas going to propose first,asshole!”

Okay,maybe not the best way he could have phrased that. He’d have to tryagain.

Derek,who seemed to bein the middle of assembling some kind of furniture, fumbled anddropped the screwdriver in his hands (goddammit, Derek never fumbled,what the hell). He turned to face Stiles;his ridiculous puppy eyeswere wideand his eyebrowswere doingthe thing.

“Stiles,what-”

“Youknow what.” Stilesstalked across the room, gripped the front ofDerek’s henley with hisfists. “You were going to propose tomorrow, weren’t you?”

“I-”Derek looked crestfallen, suddenly, eyes shifting to the side as hesaid, “I’m sorry? I-”

“No,shut up and listen to me,” Stiles’ voice was low, intense, as heleaned closer and made Derek look him in the eye.

“Ilove you so much,Derek. So freaking much itscares me.” He loosened his grip a fraction, smoothed down thewrinkles in Derek’s shirt with one hand, “I love how you have thissense of humour that you only really share with me. I love the littlecrinkles around your eyes when you smile. I actually kind of lovewhen you’re grumpy, too.

“Ilike it when you don’t shave and you get stubble burn all over me. Ilike that you’re actually, like, friendswith my dad,” Stiles laughed, “I. I still have no idea how thathappened, actually.”

Derekgrabbed onto the hand that Stiles kept running down his shirt, lacingtheir fingers together,“Stiles–”

“No,I’m not done. So,yeah, sometimes we have our differences, like when you arguethat a bald cupcake most definitely is a muffin-”“But itis-”

“Shut up, it’snot.” He pressed his fingers to Derek’s lips, and Derek’s eyebrowsshot up. “I’m trying to tell you that I love our differences. Ilove that we can argue and it can still be fun.”

Derek’s lipstwitched, like he was fighting a smile.

Stileslowered his eyes and went on,  “And…andI love that you’ll wake me up from my nightmares, help me count myfingers and calm down- and Ijust. I–” he shook his head, “I’m being cheesy, now, orwhatever, I know– but youprobably had something three times as romantic as this planned, so.”

Derekstared at him for a minute, gaze soft. He pressed a kiss to Stiles’fingers, and Stiles lowered his hand.

“MayI speak now?” Derek murmured.

“Just,” Stilesthrew his hands up, “Will you marry me or not, you dork?”

Derek swept him-literally swept him into his arms, hisfeet left the floor- into what could only be described as a bruisingkiss. Stiles made a soft, desperate noise and clutched at Derek’sshoulders, raised one hand and slid it along Derek’s jaw. Derek bitat his lower lip, licked into his mouth, andStiles groaned and archedinto him, seeking the warmth, craving the intensity. Gradually, thekiss slowed- became something softer, sweeter. Stiles pulled backreluctantly to take a breath, and Derek mouthed at his jaw.

“That’s a yes,right?” Stiles asked, on an exhale.

Derek buried hisface in Stiles’ neck and laughed.

“You’reridiculous,” Derek’s lips moved against his throat- soft, familiar.“Of course I’ll marry you.”

Stiles grinned sohard it hurt, and ran his fingers through Derek’s hair, “Good.Wanna put me down, now?”

“Nah,” Dereknipped at him playfully, “Think I wanna carry you upstairs.”

“Oh, good idea,yes. The best idea.” He hit at Derek’s shoulder, “Go, whatare you waiting for.”

It didn’t take themvery long to get to the bedroom.

Derek stares intently at the invitation in his hand. 

After a few minutes of contemplation, he pulls out his phone and texts Cora.

“Do you remember that Stiles guy?”

Cora responds immediately. “The one who left you alone in bed and had you crying into a tub of ice cream for the next 3 days? Yes.”

Derek huffs as he types, “It wasn’t 3 days.”

“You’re right. It was four.”

“Nevermind,” Derek sends exasperatedly.

Cora seems undeterred. “What about him?”

Derek glances back at the invitation before responding.

“We had a one night stand six months ago and he just invited me to his wedding. Who the fuck does that?”

Dereks Vows - Part 2

Stiles, i have always been a man of few words, and you of so many, so standing in front of you here today all i can say is with this ring, I give you my promise that from this day forward I will give you all my love, and you shall not walk alone. I have no greater gift to give. As your love is my anchor, and your trust is my strength, May my heart be your shelter and my arms be your home. As this ring has no end or beginning, so shall my love for you be. As I place it on your finger, I give you all that I am, and all that I shall become.

Wedding fics! - Anastasia

Man of Honor by allourheroes

(1/1 I 329 I General I Pydia)

Stiles refuses to call himself her Matron of Honor.

Tap Safe by AlphaFeels

(1/1 I 465 I General I Sterek)

The one where Derek scowls and Stiles wants magic balloons at their wedding. 

Day 7: Formal by ANE925

(1/1 I 1,028 I General I Sterek)

Derek and Stiles finally tie the knot…twice.

That’s Just My Face Stiles by 42hrb

(1/1 I 1,040 I Teen I Sterek)

After Scott manages to break all the centerpieces for Lydia and Jackson’s wedding Stiles and Derek are stuck together making new ones.

An Accidental Engagement by frogy

(1/1 I 1,288 I General I Sterek)

Stiles is a year away from graduating again. The first time around, when it was high school he was a year out from graduating from, Derek told Stiles that was reason enough not to bother acting on this thing that had been growing between them. Luckily, Stiles has always been the bullheaded brains of the operation.

In which Derek and Stiles get all sorts of engaged.

(i’ll never be more than) a wolf at your door by gnx (LiesArePartiallyTrue)

(1/1 I 1,477 I Teen I Allydia)

“they’re holding the wedding in a small chapel just outside of beacon hills, huddled in the trees on a curve of the main road.”

a wedding + a love story told in snippets.

Absolutely perfect by erciareyes

(1/1 I 1,184 I General I Berica)

It’s Boyd & Erica’s wedding day and everything should be perfect except it’s not because Erica suddenly get’s a major case of ice-cold feet.

Wedding by Angelwithwingsoffire

(1/1 I 2,074 I General I Sterek)

Stiles and Derek have settled in with Emilia and are now getting married. Now if only Derek would stop freaking out about the wedding.

Yes by Abyssinian

(3/3 I 5,194 I General I Sterek)

Stiles and Derek get legally married.

Marry Me Stiles by Adaline_Stilinski

(3/3 I 5,672 I General I Sterek)

Derek and Stiles wedding in 24 hours

Something New by 1001cranes for dizzzylu

(3/? I 6,600 I Teen I Allison/Stiles/Derek)

“I’m your wedding planner, but i’m also falling in love with you”

Sweet Like Cinnamon by allyasavestheday

(9/9 I 24,766 I Explicit I Allison/Erica)

Allison and Erica are maids-of-honor for Lydia and Cora respectively. Things go wrong, and bickering ensues.

under your skin feels like home by airplanewishes

(1/1 I 33,522 I Teen I Sterek)

This is not how Stiles wanted to come back. Him coming back isn’t about him and his ex-boyfriend. It’s supposed to be because Scott and Allison are getting married. It’s supposed to be a fun reunion and not the kind that maybe his friends are still hoping for him, something that Stiles doesn’t know what to think about. Sure, Derek may be his one great love, the one that got away as well, but that didn’t mean that Stiles hasn’t moved on. Derek clearly has and Stiles has too. Stiles being back doesn’t change any of that. It doesn’t change the fact that it has been three years and that it’s over.

A (Fake) Romance in Idaho by sarcasmandirony

(13/? I 38,898 I Explicit I Sterek)

Heart beats fast Colors and promises How to be brave? How can I love when I’m afraid to fall? But watching you stand alone, All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow. One step closer And all along I believed I would find you Time has brought your heart to me I have loved you for a thousand years I’ll love you for a thousand more