#firefighter derek

Begin Again (1173 words) by Winchesterek Chapters: 1/? (WIP) Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Erica Reyes Additional Tags: Paramedic Stiles Stilinski, Firefighter Derek Hale, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, True Alpha Derek Hale, Good Pack Alpha Derek Hale, Omegaverse Alpha Derek Hale, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omegaverse Omega Stiles Stilinski, Packless Omega Stiles Stilinski, POV Derek Hale, POV Stiles Stilinski

Stiles’ heart was pounding in his ears as he reached in through the broken window, feeling for a pulse point. He couldn't believe what he’d just witnessed. Not only was it a hit-and-run, but they’d also shot the girl before they took off.

“Hey, hey. Stay with me. What’s your name?” he asked her as she drifted in and out of consciousness. She mumbled ‘Erica’ before she slipped away again and Stiles tried to yank the door open but it was jammed.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale & Stiles Stilinski Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Sheriff Stilinski, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Malia Tate, Jordan Parrish, Cora Hale Additional Tags: Alpha Derek Hale, Derek Hale Deserves Nice Things, Derek Hale Loves Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale Feels, Wolf Derek Hale, Derek Hale is a Softie, Top Derek Hale/Bottom Stiles Stilinski, Top Derek Hale, Derek Hale Has a Big Dick, Firefighter Derek Hale, Detective Stiles Stilinski, Bottom Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall & Stiles Stilinski Friendship, Fluff and Smut, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Anal, Blow Jobs, Rimming, Come Eating, Licking, Barebacking, Face-Fucking, Come Swallowing, Deepthroating, Fucking, Fingerfucking, Biting, Scenting, Scent Marking, Danger, Stiles Stilinski's Scent, Love Confessions, Dorks in Love, Possessive Derek Hale, Protective Derek, Jealous Derek Hale, Coming Untouched, Mutual Pining, Sleepy Derek Hale, Some Humor, Masturbation in Shower, Idiots in Love, Top Stiles Stilinski, Bottom Derek Hale/Top Stiles Stilinski, Couch Sex, Drag Queens, Glitter, Alternate Universe Summary:

Stiles tries not to whimper as Derek gets closer. Stiles had forgotten just how intense space invader Derek could be.

If Derek was boner inducing when Stiles knew him before, equal parts terrifying and sexy, back at the age of twenty four, well... it’s not a patch on what thirty year old Derek’s got going for him.

Derek’s still got a stupid leather jacket and his black hair is slightly longer than Stiles remembers. The stubble is longer too, not quite a beard but still neatly shaped in a way that makes his cheekbones stand out.

And the eyes, shit, the eyes. He’s staring at Stiles with this stormy mix of grey, blue and about a thousand other colours thrown in and Stiles couldn’t break eye contact if he wanted to.

Chapters: 7/7 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Lydia Martin, Erica Reyes, Isaac Lahey, Vernon Boyd, Allison Argent, Kira Yukimura, Kate Argent Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - No Werewolves, Alternate Universe - Human, Office Sex, Workplace Sex, Blow Jobs, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Wall Sex, Public Sex, Sex Against A Firetruck, Hate Sex, Angry Sex, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Elevator Sex, Trapped In Elevator, Top Derek Hale, Bottom Derek Hale, Top Stiles Stilinski, Bottom Stiles Stilinski, Switching, Sex In A Grocery Store, Firefighter Derek, Detective Stiles, Rimming, Minor Isaac Lahey/Scott McCall Summary:

"Did you say--" Stiles starts.

"What?" Derek growls.

"We're not a couple!" they both retort in unison.

"We're not together," Stiles insists.

by DropsOfAddiction

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 16435

Stiles tries not to whimper as Derek gets closer. Stiles had forgotten just how intense space invader Derek could be.

If Derek was boner inducing when Stiles knew him before, equal parts terrifying and sexy, back at the age of twenty four, well... it’s not a patch on what thirty year old Derek’s got going for him.

Derek’s still got a stupid leather jacket and his black hair is slightly longer than Stiles remembers. The stubble is longer too, not quite a beard but still neatly shaped in a way that makes his cheekbones stand out.

And the eyes, shit, the eyes. He’s staring at Stiles with this stormy mix of grey, blue and about a thousand other colours thrown in and Stiles couldn’t break eye contact if he wanted to.

Derek stumbles upon a test then, towards the end of the magazine, and before he realizes what he’s doing, he’s reading out loud, “Are you good in bed?”

To prove his point, two guys across the room keep eyeing them up. Finally, one works up the courage to come over. Stiles counts down, “Three… two… one..” and pulls back his jacket to show the badge clipped onto his belt. The man turns and runs away, making his friend burst out in laughter. “And that one,” Stiles says, pointing at the man laughing. “Is thinking ‘I don’t mind the handcuffs’.”

Later, when Stiles goes up to the bar to order another round of drinks for him and Scott, the other man walks up to him.

“If you’re going to ask if we can play with the handcuffs, then the answer is no,” Stiles says before the man can speak.

“Actually, I was going to say you have a nice smile,” the man says.

Stiles turns to look at him. “You in the services? Army?”

“Fire brigade,” the man answers.

“Figures,” Stiles says.

“Let me guess: the three types of people you date?”

Stiles looks at him, surprised. “How did you know?”

“We get it too. They’re either services or army, unable to commit to someone who will drop anything and everything when the pager goes off, or they want the poles, the uniform, or what’s on the calendars.”

Stiles can’t help but laugh.

“I’m Derek,” the man introduces himself, holding out his hand.

“Stiles.”

They get to talking, and slowly get to know each other. They go on a couple of dates and later move in together. Derek asks Stiles about the anchor necklace he wears, and Stiles explains that it used to be his mother’s; faith, hope and charity (a cross, an anchor and a heart), and when she died, she gave it to Stiles. He lost the other two pendants a while ago and thought about replacing them, but at the same time, he likes it how it is; because no matter what life throws at you, there’s always hope.

Derek tells Stiles about how he lost his family in a fire and now he only had his sisters and his uncle, and none of them know he’s gay. Stiles tells him it’s okay, whenever his family’s around he’ll leave the apartment, or he’ll just introduce himself as his friend. He tells Derek that it’s his choice, and he can tell them when he’s ready.

On the day that Derek decides to tell his sisters, he gets called away to a building fire. The blaze is out of control and the police are called in help contain the situation. But when they get there, Stiles asks for a brief and the lieutenant tells him that they’ve evacuated the building, but they can’t get a reply from Captain Hale.

Stiles begins to panic, but picks up on something, the broken static of the receiver that’s linked to Derek’s channel. He begins to write it down, deciphering the Morse code. M-A-S-K/B-R-O-K-E/C-A-N-T/B-R-E-A-T-H-E/L-E-G/S-T-U-C-K

Stiles grabs the receiver. “Derek, listen to me. Hold on. I’m coming to get you.”

“You can’t,” the lieutenant objects. “The building’s not stable enough. You step in there and the whole thing will come down on you and Derek.”

“There’s got to be a way to get to him,” Scott insists.

“Tunnels,” Stiles says. “There’s service tunnels under every large building in the city. We can go under the building, get Derek, and get out.”

“With Captain Hale stuck in that building, I’m in charge and I can’t authorise my men to go on a suicide mission.”

“Then don’t. I volunteer,” Stiles says, walking over to one of the trucks and gathering the equipment: oxygen mask and a fire-proof suit. He runs over to the ambulance that’s waiting nearby and looks at Allison. “How ballsy are you feeling today?”

“You’re going in, aren’t you?”

“There’s a man in there. He’s pinned with a broken mask; smoke inhalation and a possible broken leg,” Stiles explains.

“I’m in,” Allison says, joining Stiles at the truck and suiting up before grabbing an oxygen mask for Derek, some medical supplies, and a stretcher.

“I’m coming with you,” Scott says.

“No.”

“You can’t carry Derek out alone; you need two people to carry the stretcher and Allison will be treating him,” he points out.

“Fine, suit up.”

At that moment, he sees a young girl go racing towards the building.

Lieutenant Parrish is quick to grab her, but she tries to fight her way out of his arms. Stiles recognises her; Derek’s little sister, Cora. She’s screaming about going in to get her brother, but Parrish tries to pull her thrashing body back towards the crowd.

Stiles calls out her name, pulling the necklace from his neck and giving it to her. “It means hope. Derek would never forgive us if you went in there. I’m going in to get your brother, I just need you to have hope.”

She takes the necklace and nods, tears trailing down her cheeks as Parrish walks her back over to Laura.

Stiles, Scott and Allison go in through the tunnels, finding Derek unconscious under a fallen beam. Stiles and Scott hoist it off him and Allison quickly goes to work trying to treat the wound in his leg where a metal bar has impaled him. When he’s stable, Scott and Stiles hoist him onto the stretcher and they get out, just in time because the building collapses.

They get him to the ambulance and Allison rushes him to hospital. Stiles goes over to Laura and Cora, telling them to follow him as he gets into his car and follows the ambulance to hospital. He waits with the sisters until Derek’s out of surgery and then waits in the hallway while they sit by his bedside.

As Derek regains consciousness, he sees the anchor necklace around Cora’s neck, gently reaching up to touch it and whispering Stiles’ name over and over again.