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If the ley lines you should follow by forestofbabel

Sterek | 52k | Teen

And Derek just stood there, staring at Stiles like he was a ghost.

“Dude, I know it’s been a while but you don’t have to look at me like you’re that surprised I’m hung over in the woods. It’s practically a tradition at this point.”

Chapters: 5/5 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Lydia Martin Additional Tags: Time Travel, Alternate Universe - Time Travel, Magic Stiles, Spark Stiles, Canon Divergence Summary:

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The Quickest Way to Man’s Heart (is Through His Bottomless Pit) by isthatbloodonhishirt (wasterella) Pulling open his apartment door, he let out an involuntary shout when something was quite literally thrust into his chest hard enough to have him almost tip backwards. He managed to right himself while keeping hold of what had been shoved at him and looked up in time to see his neighbour striding back towards his apartment. “You’re going to fucking kill yourself.” His door slammed. Stiles blinked at the other man’s door, utterly confused, and looked down at what he was holding. It was a plastic bag, full of what felt like tupperware, which made no sense to Stiles because when had his neighbour broken into his house to steal his tupperware? (SNYE - January 11th - Neighbours)

Inertia by apocryphal The last thing Derek and Cora are expecting to find outside their motel room is a gaunt Stiles Stilinski, lacrosse bag on one shoulder and the weight of the world on the other.

If the ley lines you should follow by forestofbabel And Derek just stood there, staring at Stiles like he was a ghost. “Dude, I know it’s been a while but you don’t have to look at me like you’re that surprised I’m hung over in the woods.  It’s practically a tradition at this point.” “Stiles?” Derek whispered, the name falling from his lips like a punch to the gut.  Stiles watched, confused, as Derek took a deep breath in and took a shaky step forward then back again.  “You’re not- you can’t be.  Who are you?”

Divided We Stand by KouriArashi Derek is being pressured by his family to pick a mate, and somehow stumbles into a choice that they didn't expect and aren't sure they approve of....

Howl a Home

Author: forestofbabel

Details: 8k | Teen | Future Fic, Kid Fic, Thanksgiving (sort of)

Summary: Fic Request: "Please can you do a fic where Stiles' dad finds out about werewolves in S2 and ships him off to live with a relative. He comes back X years later and Derek is a single father. The pack is established and everyone is alive and Scott never became an alpha. Derek and him were just testing the waters of a new relationship before he left and Derek is really mad Stiles didn't tell him he was leaving."

Sneak Peek:

“By the time Stiles was able to let go, everyone else had cleared out. Derek had rubbed a thumb over the swelling bruise on Stiles’s cheek and their eyes caught. And Stiles did the stupidest thing a 16 year old can do. He kissed Derek. And to his total surprise, whether it was because of the near death experience or genuine feelings, Derek kissed Stiles back.”

Source: archiveofourown.org

Die a Little Sweeter

CH 15: Who Swallowed a Spider (pt2)

Peter Parker/Tim Drake

Peter could hear everyone up in the dining room the second they got into the Batcave. It was nearing five in the morning and Peter didn’t think that many people were out on patrol last night. “Why does it sound like your whole family is here?”

Tim blinked, now maskless. He was only half out of costume, gloves and elbow pads and belt on the bench in the changing room. Then he rolled his eyes. “Because they’re nosy bastards.”

Die a Little Sweeter

CH 8: The Cling of Cobwebs (part 6)

Peter Parker/Tim Drake

“What do you guys think of the Robins?” Peter asked, needing a more present and focused distraction. The Trigate Bridge was fucking long and traffic was heavy.

Tim scratched the back of his neck, a habit he had when he was playing coy. “Which ones?”

Peter shrugged. “Doesn’t matter.”

“I’ve always liked Red Robin.” The grin in Bernard’s voice was easy to hear. “He saved my life once!”