#!twfic

Rating: Teen

Pairing: Derek/Stiles

Summary: "Mates." Derek says, like it's just that simple.

"No." Stiles says, because it's not.

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Part One: Don't Be Afraid To Ask For Help

Stiles had been living with Derek for a month now. It took them a while to fall into a routine, still sort of adjusting to being so close to each other all the time. Stiles was odd as far as Derek was concerned. He couldn't cook, per se, but he made small meals to save them from ordering out every day. He did the dishes every night, or at least every other, and had started harassing Derek until he took out the garbage when it got full. He grocery shopped. He did the laundry and only messed up once when he stuck his red hoodie in with a load of whites and turned almost all of Derek's underwear pink.

He still swears up and down it was Derek's fault anyway since he was the one who decided to come up behind Stiles and start mouthing all up and down his neck.

It was very. Domestic. And Derek had a lot of mixed feelings about it.

"Suck it up, buttercup." Stiles told him playfully, swatting him with a dish towel when he found him sulking at the kitchen table one evening. "You keep glaring at that tea cup, you might break it."

Derek looked at Stiles who just laughed some more and headed to the fridge. "That look doesn't work too well on me anymore. Not since I was probably seventeen."

"It's not a tea cup." Derek huffed in reply, unable to come up with anything else.

"I can smell the chai. If there is tea in it, it is a tea cup." Stiles pulled out a can of soda and pointed it as if to prove a point and laughed a bit. "I have to go meet up with Scott for a bit, you'll be okay for dinner?"

"I'll be fine." Derek raised an eyebrow, "I mean I survived this long without you burning my meals for me."

"Oh ha ha. Funny guy over here." 

After cracking open the can of soda and downing half of it in one go, he leaned down and wrapped his hand around Derek's neck. "Don't eat your steak too raw, wolf or not that can't be good for you. I'll be back around seven." He said before pressing their lips together in a quick kiss.

And then he was gone. It had been 5 years since he'd met Stiles, and in all that time he still couldn't adjust to the way he could suddenly vamos. For someone who took so long to come into his long limbs, he had definitely mastered the art of coming and going without much notice when he wanted.

Derek sat and glared at his tea for a little longer before deciding to try to be a contributing part of this domestic life he'd found himself living in.

He was going to cook dinner.

Rating: Mature

Warnings/Tags: Were!Stiles/Alpha!Stiles, temporary implied character death, canon typical violence, (eventual) power play, (eventual) bottom!derek

Pairing: Derek/Stiles (Slow Build), Scott/Allison (background), Lydia/Jackson (background)

Summary: Figures it was you.” A dramatic beat and then Stiles pushes his way into the clearing. Not stumbles, but walks with a sure and steady gait. “Did you miss me, Derek?”

“Stiles?” Derek manages to spit out. He knows, he knows because he can feel it with every single sense he possesses. Yet his first reaction is deny, deny, deny. His brain kicks back on after the shock of seeing Stiles and he sputters on, “We’ve been searching for days. Scott thought the Alpha got you.”

“He did.” Stiles all but drawls, “And then I got him.”

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On the hunt for a rogue Alpha, Stiles goes missing. When his scent is lost, everyone begins to panic. When he reappears, Derek is faced with a new Alpha, and a new challenge. Suddenly Beacon Hills isn't home to one wolf pack, but two.

Chapter One: Just Give Me The Word (And I’ll Be There) Chapter Two: Don't Look Back (Give Me Something To Believe)

Bonus Stuff:

The Gif Set That Started It All

Take The Red For What It's Worth

Rating: Explicit

Warnings/Tags: Bloodkink/Blood play, PWP, Bottom!Derek

Pairing: Sterek

Word Count: 3788

Summary: The make me bleed bit was fun and new and a little dangerous and maybe that’s why Stiles loved it so much. It also worked both ways, and Stiles would be a liar if he said that wasn’t another reason why he enjoyed it.

Like now, when he found himself crowding Derek across the room, getting so into his personal space he had no choice but to step back and back until the back of his knees hit the edge of the bed and Stiles shoved him over. Everyone made it seem like Derek was some sort of predator, but he didn’t hold a flame to Stiles on the hunt for something he really wanted.

Rating: General

Relationship: Derek/Stiles

Summary: You are Stiles, and you are in love with a werewolf. Werewolves are dangerous, but they are no danger to you. Werewolves are deadly, but they are resilient and will not die. Werewolves are tactile and you belong to them. You are Stiles, and a werewolf is in love with you.

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Rating: Teen +

Relationship: Derek/Stiles

Prompt: Body Exploration, bottom!Derek (and only if you squint really hard)

Summary: Stiles was still processing the fact that harpies were a real thing. Not at all pretty and a lot of claws and wings and general screechiness that was not a lot of fun. He didn’t have time to deal with Derek right now. He did, if he wanted to. But Derek decided to not come around for a good month and a half and suddenly he wanted back in. Stiles may have been an expert in rejection but that didn’t mean he had to take it from anyone except Lydia. So no, he didn’t want to.

Or; The one where Stiles and Derek cuddle at night sometimes and have fights, then have to battle harpies before they can make up again.

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Rating: General Audiences

Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Summary:  "I think there's a direct correlation between Christmas and smiles. I think that you're like a math equation. Take the holidays, subtract family, add guilt. Multiply by how many years and I think you tried to divide by zero somewhere along the way and that's just catastrophic."

"Stiles..."

Rating: General Audiences

Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Summary: Derek wishes that the sun would rise and wake the sleeping teenager tangled up in his bed beside him. Wake him so that he doesn't have to. So he can give him a stern glare and remind him of what an inconvenience he can be.