Hey Iâm looking for a fic and was wondering if u can help! It was sterek, established relationship... i even think they had 1-2 kids. Stiles is a researcher or scientist and goes to Antartica or somewhere cold to do his job and therefore has to leave Derek at home w the kids. Derek really struggles with Stiles away. Thatâs all I can remember! Thank u so much!
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Stiles gets offered a research opportunity that requires him to travel for weeks at a time. To say that theyâre not dealing with it very well may be a huge understatement. But Derekâs trying to be a supportive husband while keeping his two kids from driving him insane.
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I got spontaneously inspired by the prompt words for @sterekdrabbles but couldn't hit the word limit because... words
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"Alpha Hale, I formally propose a treaty," Stiles says, chest heaving, breaths rasping, as he holds up a hand, palm facing the werewolf. His hand curls into a fist with one finger in the air as Stiles tries to straighten. Derek's lips twitch, resisting the urge to smile. Instead, he quirks an eyebrow. Stiles takes it as a sign to proceed.
"On this very day of May the second, of the year 2018-" Stiles is pressing the words out between hard huffs of breath. It's all for show. Derek's heartbeat had quickened but for an entirely different reason. He could take Stiles without breaking his breath and they both knew it. "-and as the best - and strongest - emissary of the country-"
This time Derek snorts.
Stiles demeanor immediately changes, his face scrunching up, hands coming to his hips. He opens his mouth to protest but Derek has him pinned against the wall in a split second. Derek feels the hard exhale of Stiles' breath fan out across his face as the pillow he'd been using to fight Derek with falls from his hand.
"You ass," Stiles murmurs, but his scent alone reveals his true reaction. His gaze follows quickly, flickering to Derek's lips, so close to his own. Then it jerks up again stubbornly. "I called for a treaty. You're breaking the rules."
"Oh, because you're such a goody two shoes," Derek huffs, amused.
"I am an angel."
This time Derek can't help the smile, shaking his head. "Demon," he tells Stiles.
"Okay, you got me, sourwolf. I'm the devil in person and I'm sorry to inform you that I have just taken your soul," Stiles declares. He thumps Derek on the chest lightly. "For breaking the rules. My rules. Insult me, betray me, it's not looking good for you, Hale. You might just have to spend eternity with me."
Derek is thoughtful for a second, letting the ruse fall. "I can't imagine what it would be like to be married to you then," he says dryly. His own hand finds Stiles' to lay over it, a finger brushing over the ring on his finger. Stiles grimaces in reply like he's about to call Derek out on being a 'cheeseball' as he calls it but his cheeks color in a light blush.
He meets Derek in a soft kiss and marvels at the irony of life, remembering how it was a situation not too different from this one here, only marked by distrust, that he started falling, until he landed in Derek's arms with every atom in his body.
After spending 3 days and nights enthusiastically celebrating their honeymoon locked from lips to hips, Stiles and Derek thought it would be nice to at least explore some of Italy before moving on to Spain for the next leg of their trip.
Spoiler: Their outing lasted nearly two hours before dangerously flirting with public indecency charges.
you write a lot of married sterek and sterek with kids, do you think you could write something about divorced sterek? like a little angsty, but something cute?
this has been in my drafts for forever so iâm glad to finally kick myself to finish it!!! you can also read it here on ao3
âStiles?â
Stiles is laughing, hard, something his coworkers said, a joke that probably wasnât even that funny, but theyâve been up all day going to workshops and seminars, that they really needed to destress and grab a drink. They found the closest bar to the hotel.
He hears his name though, which causes him to stop laughing and look away from his friends, because heâs in Chicago, over 1,400 miles away from Beacon Hills, so heâs really concerned on how anyone here could know his name.
But he looks up, and his chest burns. Not because of the whiskey, no. It burns from the phantom feeling of the hands that used to graze it, rough and calloused, yet warm and comforting. His heart beats incredibly fast, but not like it used to when heâd see that face, full of excitement and enamor. It beats like itâs going to pull from his chest, a feeling he can only really associate with a panic attack.
âDerek?â
Itâs a sunny day in Beacon Hills, and summer has been good to Stiles Stilinski. He saved enough money to fly home for the summer from George Washington to see his dad and his friends.
And of course, Derek.
Despite Stilesâ constant efforts to convince Derek to move DC with him, Derek stayed in Beacon Hills, living with Cora and owning a bookstore, which was more Coraâs idea than anyones. So Stiles cherishes times like this, where he can walk hand in hand with his boyfriend down the street, even if itâs only for a couple times a year.
âYou know, weâve never talked about what weâll do when I graduate.â Stiles turns to Derek, squeezing his hand in his as they walk past some restaurants, towards the park.
âYou still have another year before you graduate college.â
âWhich means we only have a year to plan the rest of our lives together!â
Derek chuckles.
Stiles continues to egg him on, and they find a park bench to themselves, dog walkers and children on bikes pass them, but they fall comfortably against each other, hands still twined together in Derekâs lap.
âYouâll be working for the FBI when you graduate,â Derek says, as if this isnât something Stiles brings up daily to him.
Stiles turns to him, his brows upturned. âYour point?â
âI donât want to distract you, you know that.â Derek sighs.
âHate to break it to you, big guy,â Stiles presses closer to Derek. âBut thatâs the whole point of relationships. You distract me constantly. Thatâs how it works.â
âYou donât distract me,â Derek says, a small smile tugging at his lips.
This time, both of Stilesâ brows raise. âOh yeah? So youâre telling me the picture I sent you last month didnât have you hiding in your office for an hour at the bookstore?â he smiles smugly. As much as Derek likes to act cool and collected, he canât deny that after four years of dating, Stiles knows all his weak spots.
Derekâs ears grow rosy, and Stiles outright laughs. He doesnât stop himself from leaning in and peppering kisses to Derekâs cheek and neck, and it makes his heart swell how Derek doesnât even squirm away, just melts into it.
When Stiles deems his attack sufficient, he presses his chin to Derekâs shoulder, letting Derek rest his head against his as a cool breeze hits them.
âPromise me I wonât lose you?â Stiles whispers, his breath tickling Derekâs ear as his gaze falls to a little girl and her puppy in the grass in front of them. Because heâs always feared that, in the back of his head. That the time they spend apart will show them that they do best just like that; from a distance.
He feels Derekâs hand grow firm in his, a thumb sweeping on the back of his hand. Itâs comforting, almost like Derek doesnât have to say anything. But, Derek does say something, because if heâs known Stiles for this long, he knows words mean more than anything.
âYou wonât lose me.â
âWhat are you doing here?â Stiles spits out immediately, and he doesnât have time to assess if his tone was more scared than stern, but Derek is just standing there, behind the counter of the bar, a binder in his hand, and his eyes wide and mouth slightly open. And Stiles feels just as stunned as Derek looks.Â
Derek blinks again, and has a look of realization that heâs actually living this moment. âI- I own this bar.â
âWhat?â Stiles asks, not even trying to hide the shock in his voice.Â
Itâs been two years since heâs seen that face. Which means Stiles and Derek hadnât seen each other in three years. No visits, not calls, no texts. Not even a pass by.Â
Derek looks⊠older. Not just by age. He looks exhausted, like heâs aging too fast. Which, makes no real sense considering heâs a werewolf.Â
âStiles, you didnât tell us you were friends with the bar owner. No wonder you chose this place.â
He whisks his head around so goddamn fast. âShut up, Ed!â
He turns back, and Derek is still standing there, and Stiles notices his jaw is clenched, like heâs gearing for battle. âI had no idea, really.â
âWhat are you doing in Chicago?â Derek asks, tucking the binder in his hand in a space under the shelf.Â
âWeâre here for a convention. For work,â he gestures to his friends, knowing itâs enough information for Derek to know itâs for the FBI.Â
Derek just nods once at him, and Stiles really canât figure out how theyâre supposed to feel right now, in this moment, looking at Derek Hale. Heâs about to ask Derek something, anything really. How have you been? Why are you here? Since when did you own a bar? But he doesnât get the chance, because-
âMario?â Derek calls, and a guy ringing up orders on the other end of the bar, look back.Â
âYeah, boss?â
âPut their tabs on my name, Iâll take care of them.â He gestures to Stilesâ and his coworkers. His eyes fall back to Stiles, who just blinks, still in a bit of shock.Â
âUh, you donât have to d-â Stiles starts, but Derek raises his hand, and it shuts Stiles up.Â
âHave a good night, Stiles.â is all he says, and before he walks away, Stiles swears he sees the smallest hint of a smile on his lips. A ghost of a smile that Derek used to brandish for him in their most private moments, when he needed it the most.Â
Before Stiles can even say thank you, Derek is walking back into a small hallway, probably heading back to his office.
Stiles plops back down on his bar stool, silent, and the glass of whiskey in front of him looks like the last thing he wants in his body, stomach churning at the sight.Â
âDude!â Karl says excitedly, âYour friend is the best, Stilinski.â
Stiles turns to his coworkers, who nod agreeing.Â
âHeâs not my friend,â Stiles says, and well, heâs not wrong.Â
âPretty cool for someone whoâs not a friend,â Jack adds, taking the opportunity to wave Mario down to order another round.
Ed quirks a brow. â Wait, if heâs not your friend, who is he?â
A hundred names run through Stilesâ mind at the question. Memories, conversations. Private moments. Things that have been suppressed bubble up in his subconscious again, and his mouth feels dry.Â
Against better judgment, he throws the rest of the whiskey back, letting the sting in his throat remind him of the last three years before he turns to Ed.
âHeâs my ex-husband.â
Derek pushed the door to the hotel room open with one hand, the other splayed across Stilesâ back. Stiles would help him really, but he has his hands buys running through Derekâs hair, his mouth occupied by pulling Derekâs bottom lip between his.
Thereâs flowers and balloons covering the room, but neither one of them seem to notice, the only thing seeming to matter is the other in front of them; brushes of lips, whispers of admirations, sure movements.
Derek pushes Stiles towards the bed, letting it hit the back of his knees and fall on his back, but not before he pulls Derek down with him by his tie.
Derek falls over him with an âumfâ, and Stiles actually giggles. And pretty soon, Derek is joining him until theyâre a mix of laughter and soft kisses in dress shirts.
Derekâs grin is soft and happy. âYeah, I was there, Stiles.â
They both were. And so were all their friends and family, all together to celebrate them finally tying the knot. It was a beautiful ceremony, and an even more amazing celebration, but Stiles was practically buzzing the last few hours of the party to just get back and have some alone time with his husband. His husband.
âIt just took us so long to get here,â Stiles sighs, nudging her hose up against Derekâs cheek. âI was getting a little nervous after eight years of dating.â
Derek sits up, cradling Stiles lap between his legs. Stilesâ hands instinctively move to rest on Derekâs thighs.
âI love you, Stiles,â Derek says, a serious look on his face. âAnd I promised you I wasnât going anywhere. And I meant it. Youâre it for me.â
Stiles feels his heart swell at the words. He knows Derek is usually the quiet one. Stiles is the loud, chatterbox with something to say. But he knows that Derek tries to put more effort into using his words, especially around Stiles.
Really, you should have heard Derekâs vows. Stiles was so shocked that Derek even had that much to say, let alone have the beautiful stream of words be meant for him. He was bawling almost instantly, barely holding it together to recite his vows back to Derek.
He reaches up to grab Derekâs neck, his fingers grazing the hair at the nape of his neck. Derek leans back into it
âHoly shit, I love you so much Derek,â he whispers fondly, slowly dragging Derek down to greet his lips with a kiss. âGet ready to spend the rest of your life with this dork,â he mumbles in between kisses.
Derek pulls away just a breath. âCanât wait.â
Itâs 2:30 AM in Chicago, and Stiles should really be in bed. After the convention and the night of drinks with his coworkers, heâd love nothing more than to have curled into a ball in his hotel room and fell asleep. But heâs always been a restless soul, especially when he has something eating him away.
Which is why he finds himself outside the bar he was at earlier- Derekâs bar, which he now can see the sign outside the door. The Fox and the Wolf.
Clever, Stiles thinks to himself.
Itâs well past itâs closing time, and through the small window in the door, he can see the bartender, Mario, cleaning up. Which means Derek is inside, too.
So, Stiles does the only logical thing he can think of in that moment.
He paces.
He walks up and down the pavement, hands shoved in his pockets, mumbling to himself. He literally hasnât seen Derek in three years, and heâs had enough experience with the supernatural that things just donât happen in the world. Thereâs a reason for everything. So, logically, there has to be a reason that of all the places Stiles could have gone for a convention, it just so happens to be across the street from the bar Derek just happens to own, right?
Or maybe heâs over-thinking it?
Thereâs one thing Stiles does take into consideration; he thought heâd be more upset seeing Derek after so long. He always had the thought in the back of his head, of what would happen if he ran into Derek after the divorce. Would he glare at him? Yell? Or ignore him completely?
What he didnât expect was to feelâŠnostalgic. It was like looking at a different life, right in the face. Right in front of him.
He was with Derek for eleven years, dammit. He was a 32 year old FBI agent, he can walk inside a fucking bar and talk to his ex-husband like a normal person, okay?
Stiles is amping himself up with those words, and itâs enough to give him the courage to take a deep breath, put on his game face, and beeline for the door.
His plan is derailed, however, when the door swings open outwards and hits him right in the face.
âSo, thatâs it, then?â Stiles says, his voice low, trying to keep it from cracking.
Derek sits across from him at their dining room table, hands folded at the edge of the table, and the coward canât even bear to look Stiles in the eye.
Between them, a manila envelope.
âStiles, please.â Derek pleads, his voice soft, and Stiles fucking hates him for using that voice. For taking something he always associated with comfort and joy, and use it now so heâll only remember it like this.
He feels tears well in his eyes again, but he doesnât move to wipe them away.
Stiles doesnât think either of them expected it to go this far. What started with Stilesâ busy work schedule manifested into a spiral of arguments and distrust, until it seemed like every part of their marriage was justâŠfrustration.
And Stiles tried, he really did. He cut back on hours, he worked from home when he could. And Derek made an effort to try to be more open, to trust Stiles more.
But apparently it wasnât enough.
The thing is, after eleven years, you think you know everything about a person, down to what theyâll do next. Youâd think that much time meant you had know every inch of a person. But sometimes you come home to your husband and a stapled packet of divorce papers, and you realize that you could be with someone your whole life and still never really know them.
He crosses his arms. âWeâre not going to try to work this out? Youâre just giving up on us?â Stiles bites, glaring at Derek, who stays quiet. Â âWould you fucking look at me, at least?â
Derek slowly meets his eyes, and there are tired lines around his eyes and mouth. Despite his features, he looks younger, hunched in on himself like a child.
âWhat else can we do, Stiles?â He says slowly, and Stiles knows heâs trying to keep his cool, which just pisses him off even more. Like theyâre just having a casual discussion about forgetting to pick up some milk, not their entire relationship.
Itâs quiet between them for a long time, because Stiles had already done his fair share of yelling and screaming, and crying for that matter. And heâs tired.
âYou promised,â is all Stiles says, and he pushes back from the table, standing up, and padding upstairs to the bedroom, leaving Derek alone with his envelope.
âHoly fuck!â
Stiles brings his hands up to his nose, and he already knows itâs bleeding, so he tips his head back.
âStiles, are you okay?â
Derek is there, next to him, and Stiles is able to catch his furrowed brows as he glares at his bloody nose.
âItâs fine, Iâm fine,â he says, but he can already feel his head getting light, and thereâs a throbbing in his temple.
He feels a hand on his back, and heâs being directed inside, Derek following behind him.
âCome on, go sit. Get you cleaned up.â
The bar is empty now, and Stiles defeatedly takes a seat at a stool at the bar while Derek goes behind it, and throws a cloth napkin at Stilesâ face.
âHey!â he yells defensively, using his free hand to try (and fail) to catch it. He quickly replaces his bloody hand with the napkin and finally tips his head back down, and when he catches Derekâs eyes, he really wasnât expecting them to look so soft. He remembers those eyes.
Itâs quiet between them for a long time, only the faint sound of drunk strangers walking down the street and the occasional car horn filling the bar.
âSo,â Stiles draws out, napkin still pressed to his nose. âWhen did you start owning bars?â
Derek sighs, arms crossed and looking a little huffy.
âWhat are you doing here, Stiles?â
âI asked you first.â
Derek gives in, only because Stiles is pretty sure he knows that he could hold this argument all night. Stiles was always the persistent one.
He watches Derek rest his forearms on the bar. âI bought it when I moved here.â When Stiles doesnât say anything in response, Derek takes it as a tell that itâs not a sufficient answer.
âCora found us a new pack, after-â Derek gestures between the two of them, and itâs enough of an answer. âTheyâre nice. The alpha had this old shop he didnât know what to do with, and Cora convinced him that we were prime retail owners since we owned the bookstore.â
Derek glances around the bar, and Stiles watches a small smile spread on his lips, and he can feel the pride Derek has for this dingy bar. âHe let me contract it, and Iâve always kinda wanted to own a bar. Books were always Lauraâs thing.â
âYou found a new pack?â Stiles asks, because of course thatâs what he took away from the story. But Derek knows him to well, and raises a brow.
âStiles,â he says, which makes him rolls his eyes.
âOkay! I just, I donât know. Something just compelled me to come here.â He throws the napkin down on the counter, and Derek walks around the counter to sit in the bar stool next to him, and Stiles is hyper-aware that this is the closest theyâve been to each other since three years. âCan you blame me?â
âAre you mad at me?â Derek asks.
Logically, he should be. Derek had opted for a divorce, before even considering how they could work out their issues. He had left Stiles to pick up the pieces of what had been almost a third of his life, and just move on. Talk of building a house, having kids, growing old together, all thrown away.
But, Stiles also knows that he didnât make it easy. As he looked back at their marriage, most of their problems revolved around his stubbornness, and Derekâs trust issues. But, he should have given Derek more credit. After Kate, and Jennifer, Stiles had tried so hard to be the love Derek deserved, but as years went on, he got comfortable. Which meant Derek grew skeptical again.
âI used to be,â Stiles says, quietly. âI used to be so fucking mad. And not just you, but myself, too. I would lie awake every night for the first few months, just trying to figure out where exactly it went wrong. But eventually, I got over it. I realized what my part was in this, and found out how to forgive myself.â
Derek just nods.
âAre you still mad at me?â
âNo,â Derek says quickly, shaking his head. âI was never mad at you. I was mad at myself, if anything. I was a coward back then.â
âAre you kidding me?â Stiles argues, and turns in his stool to have his body face Derek. âI was the one in the wrong. And I didnât do anything but make you feel like you had to put up with it. And with everything youâd been through, that was royally fucked up with me.â
âI know this is weird of me to say, but Iâm proud of you for ending the marriage.â Derek gives him a weird look. âOkay, that was weird phrasing, Iâll admit. I wasnât happy about it. But if thereâs one thing I look back to now, itâs that Iâm proud that you were able to be strong enough to realize when you were unhappy and leave.â
He knows Derek is clicking to what he says. Stiles was the only person Derek had dated after Kate and Jennifer. And both of those relationship made Derek felt guilty enough to stay in them. So if Stiles was going to take anything good out of their divorce, itâs that heâs glad Derek could be strong and stick up for himself.
âIs that why you didnât fight it after I gave you the papers?â Derek asks. Stiles looks away, and stays quiet. He just shrugs.
They both draw out long breaths, and sit in silence for a few minutes. And to Stilesâ surprise, itâs not awkward. If anything, itâs kind of comforting.
âI miss you,â Derek suddenly says, and itâs so quiet, that Stiles barely hears it in the empty bar. And when he looks at Derek, he sees streams of tears running down Derekâs cheeks.
And Stiles canât really help it, but he feels his eyes well up, too, because after three years, heâs never admitted out loud what he feared would break him.
âI miss you, too.â Stiles says back, and their gazes lock, and despite the tears spilling, Stiles give Derek a small smile.
After a few more minutes of silence and wiping of tears, they deem the night an end. Derek walks Stiles out the door, locking the bar up behind him.
âIâm sorry, again, for just showing up.â Stiles says, stuffing his hands in his pockets.
Derek shakes his head, pocketing his keys. âDonât worry about it.â
âWelp,â Stiles looks back towards his hotel. âI guess I should head back. Busy day tomorrow.â
âYeah,â Derek agrees.
Itâs awkward for a second, but Stilesâ mind kind of just goes âfuck itâ, and he steps forward, arms outstretched, and he feels a little better when Derekâs arms open as well, and they hug.
His arms wrap around Derekâs middle, and he feels Derekâs arms wrap around his shoulders. And really, he intended for this hug to last a second or two, butâŠ
It feels like home, Derekâs arms. If he doesnât think, and breathes in, he remembers the good. The small moments of love and happiness that filled their relationship, like how Derek would always be waiting in the airport for Stiles when heâd fly home, arms open and grin wide. Or how heâd sneak up behind him in the mornings that Stiles would make breakfast, wrapping his arms around his waist, and kiss his neck in the early morning light.
He wonders if Derek is thinking of the same things, because he doesnât move to part either, and Stiles swears he feels him nuzzle into his neck and breathe in. It makes him wonder if Derekâs wolf still considers him home, too.
Itâs a minute or two before they let go, and Stiles steps back.
âIâll see you, Derek.â
Derek nods.
âSee ya, Stiles.â
He unlocks his hotel room door, and Ed is passed out in the Queen bed closet to the door, his snores echoing in the room. He has the urge to call Scott and tell him everything, but he deems that a morning conversation. Overcome with exhaustion, Stiles strips down to his boxers and drags himself to bed, hoping to at least get some sleep before the rest of the day. But right before he dozes off, his phone lights up on  the nightstand.
He picks it up, and his heart skips a beat at the name, one he never really brought himself to delete from his phone.
Derek:
Would you want to get dinner tomorrow?
And in the privacy of his room, he allows himself to smile wide, for no real reason than his euphoric feeling of being a teenager again.
Derekâs chimes again.
If you want.
He types back a reply.
Stiles:
Iâd like that. Pick a place and Iâm there.
Derek types back almost immediately.
Promise?
Itâs just one word, but it weighs so heavenly between them. But Stiles doesnât believe in fate, no. Only in the order of the universe. And maybe, the universe is giving him a fresh start. A chance for new promises. And maybe the first promise can just be a dinner.
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Derek deciding against working when he and Stiles get married, and instead chooses to be a 'househusband' who likes to bake while wearing only an apron and enjoys sorting out Stiles' messy desk just to listen to him ramble about 'his organized chaos and now you've ruined it, Derek!' and smile fondly at his husband
God, I love this prompt so I hope you like this drabble!
Stiles and Derek got married on the first day of spring. There was a cool breeze in the air but the bright sunlight kept everyone warm as they said their vows and exchanged their rings.
When Stiles and Derek shared their first kiss as a married couple everyone in attendance, mostly the pack and a few choice others, erupted into applause and happy shouts. No one clapped or called as loud as the Sheriff whose cheeks were wet with tears as he watched his only son join hands with the man he loved and announce that he would love him forever.
They honeymooned in the newly renovated Hale House, neither wanting to venture out of town when they could stay in their own home. Those days were filled with romantic dinners and spontaneous slow dances in the kitchen, interspersed with love making so sweet it took both of their breaths away.
Derek had opted not to go back to work after the wedding, at least not in the traditional capacity. He started writing, finding that he loved it, even more so when it meant he could stay home.
On the other hand, Stiles continued his work as a sheriff's deputy, following in his dad's footsteps career wise. He didn't make a fortune doing his job but he loved it and considering Derek's obscene amount of money, they never had to worry about paying the bills.
But as much as he adored his job and truly cared about his work, his favorite part of the day was coming home to his gorgeous husband.
Derek took to being a househusband like a wolf to the woods, basking in it and outshining anyone else who had ever done it before him. Martha Stewart would envy the way he cared for their home.
He organized Stilesâ work desk that was nestled in the corner of their bedroom, separating Stilesâ jumbled up files and alphabetizing them. He just smiled fondly when Stiles whined and complained about Derek disrupting his organized chaos.
He cleaned every day, claiming it cleared his mind whenever he got stuck on a piece he was writing. And every morning he went for a run, usually bringing their dog along with him.
He also liked to bake in nothing but a frilly white apron, his ass on full, glorious display in the kitchen when Stiles got home from work. That led to some wonderful sex on their kitchen counter, the room smelling of cinnamon and vanilla.
But this day was different and Stiles was more eager than usual to get home to his hubby. After clocking out for the day, Stiles practically sped home in his haste to give Derek the good news.
âHoney, I'm home!â Stiles announced as he burst in through their front door, their dog running over to greet him with a lick to his knuckles. He found Derek sitting on the couch reading. Unable to contain his excitement, Stiles informed him, âIt went through. We're gonna be dads!â
Hi! I'm looking for a fic, I can't find it on my own, please help. I don't remember much, but I do remember one scene where I think Derek takes Stiles on a date to an amusement park? And at the end they go to the ferris wheel and Derek is like "I know this night was full of cliches, but I'm going to do one more cliche thing" and they kiss for the first time. I think later Stiles figures out on his own Derek is a werewolf. Oh and Laura was alive. Please help, thank you!
@ladybirdcarina recognized this one!!!!!
Can I borrow a kiss? I promise I'll give it back. by ColdHeartedBitch
(WIP | Currently 77,623 | Mature | Sterek)
âItâs a private property.â
Those are his first words to Stiles who stands with wide eyes and jaw hanging low. He should say something. Like simple sorry, for example. He truly had no idea this part of the forest belongs to someone. So yeah, it is appropriate to apologize for trespassing. But guess what? Stiles' brain to mouth filter isnât having it so instead of apology, what comes out is:
âOh my god, your eyes are beautiful.â_
Or,the one where Stiles meets Derek in the forest. Somehow, they become friends, boyfriends, lovers, family.
Sorry I feel like I'm being a pain, asking so often... but do you guys have a werewolf convention tag? Where things like Electricity in the Contact and Wake Up Call and Pretty in Tents and similar fics would be? If this makes sense? ... its late and I'm not wearing my glasses. Thanks in advance.
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Anonymous said:Can you rec some werewolf convention fics? Thank you x
OmgggggggggggâŠ.NO. I had this huge post almost done, and then accidentally dragged another tab on top and it reloaded this page, so I lost everything *wails*. I think I recovered most of the links, fingers crossed! (damn you, Tumblr!!! Let me save replies as drafts!!!!!) -Emmy
Indulgence by Inell
(2,500 I Explicit I Complete) Â *sterek, emissary!Stiles, married!sterek, public sex
Derek and Stiles indulge in a mutual kink in a hotel corridor outside a crowded ballroom during a werewolf conference.
Pack Dynamics Among Born Werewolves by alocalbandÂ
(3,009 I Mature I Complete) *sterek, enemies to lovers
A Werewolf Convention AU in which both Derek and Stiles are complete nerds about supernatural politics.
Anything But Dull by tryslora
(3,593 I Teen I Complete) Â *stackson, fake!sterek, arranged marriage
Politics is everything at a werewolf conference. Stiles is pretending to be Derekâs boyfriend. Peter is trying to make alliances by marrying Jackson and Malia off to other packs. And Jackson is frustrated by wanting the one person he canât have.
Only Fools (Fall) by werewolvesandarrows (nerdy_farm_girl)
(4,836 I Teen I Complete) Â *derek/stiles/scott
Scott knew this was a bad idea from the get go.Okay, maybe not quite, but letâs just say he had some reservations about bringing Derek and Stiles to the Northern California Alpha Symposium as his guests. He was willing to take a majority of the blame, but he just wishes someone (coughLYDIAcough) would have stepped in and straightened this out before things got out of hand.
Operation Get Derek Laid by KikileducÂ
(5,109 I Mature I Complete)Â *sterek, secret relationship, spark!stiles
Thereâs pining, misunderstandings, confusion, a little jealousyâŠ
Stiles and Derek they have a nice thing, no one knows, yet. The issue is, they want their alpha to get lucky at the werewolf seminar, and well Stiles thinks Derek wants that tooâŠ
Two Beds + Three People by KuriKuri
(5,145 I Explicit I Complete) Â *derek/stiles/scott, polyamory
âYouâre not going to try out the bed, Derek?â Scott asks, and Derek really, really hopes Scott doesnât notice the way his heart skips a beat. There are many ways Derek can think of trying out Scott and Stilesâ hotel bed, none of them appropriate.
(Or: sour skittles at a werewolf convention.)
Alpha and Emissary by Chiomi
(6,319 I Teen I Complete) Â *sterek, magic!stiles
One hears rumors, seeping out of Beacon Hills on waves of smoke and blood.
And then one sees the True Alphaâs Star Wars swim trunks.
The whole weekend is very unnerving.
My Best Decision (Has Yet To Be Made) by only_one_wordÂ
(6,563 I Teen I Complete)Â *sterek, emissary!stiles
Stiles knows a couple things about Derek:Derek doesnât like to speak in full sentences in the morningSimilarly, he doesnât like asking for help
Family Unit by AsagiStilinski
(8,851 I Teen I Complete) Â *sterek, magic!stiles, packmom!stiles, roadtrip
So werewolf symposiums are a thing
Thatâs a thing that exists, itâs happening, itâs in the world now
And Stiles doesnât know what in the name of hell he did to deserve this
(âItâs a mixed supernatural convention Stiles, not a âwerewolf symposiumâ!ââ)
We Have Potential by dragon_temeraire
(10,196 I Teen I Complete)Â *sterek, fake relationship, werewolf culture
Derek has finally been invited to the annual North American Werewolf Convention. The only problem? Theyâre expecting him to bring a significant other. He doesnât actually have one, but everyone volunteers Stiles for the job.
Mates and Mushrooms by mikkimouseÂ
(11,536 I Explicit I Complete) *sterek, fake/pretend relationship, sex pollen, dubious consent
Derekâs not that excited about spending three days at a conference getting propositioned by every Alpha with a single pack member. Stiles has a plan to make it stop.
It might be a great planâŠif only Derek werenât head over heels in love with him.
It might be an even better plan if someone at the conference didnât have a vested interest in Derek staying single.
Find Me Sitting Poolside by TroubleIWantÂ
(14,286 I Teen I Complete)Â *sterek, fake/pretend relationship
âOh, and youâre the Hales!â the host exclaims when Stiles slides the sign-up sheet back. âOr, Hale and Stilinski, I guess. For now.â She gives them a conspiratorial wink. âI have to say, we are just pleased as punch to see an adorable couple like you attending!â
Stiles tosses an arm familiarly around Derekâs shoulders despite all the bags hanging off them, and gives him a squeeze. âI know! Weâre pretty much the cutest. Right, honey?â He shoots his Alpha a shit-eating grin.
Derek bares his teeth in whatâs probably supposed to be a smile, except that it isnât, in much the same way that they are supposed to be a couple, but arenât.
Survival is a Habit by HelloWhyTheFuckAmIHereÂ
(15,805 I Not Rated I WIP)Â *sterek, spark!stiles
Nearly a year after the Hale pack defeated their first real threat, Talia gets a call inviting them to attend the Triennial Pack Convention. Â
They gladly accept, hoping to use the TPC as one last celebration before the younger members go off to college, but when a series of events puts the pack at risk, they find themselves in desperate need of allies.
Love You Harder by trysloraÂ
(24,886 I Explicit I Complete)Â *scott/stiles, unrequited love, fake/pretend relationship, emissary!stiles
Pretend dating is hard. Like really. Like walking around hard all the time hard. Stiles is starting to wonder if heâs going to survive the experience.
Espy Me, While I Watch You by frostedgoddessÂ
(27,280 I General I WIP)Â *sterek, spark!Stiles
Derek Hale is a lot of things; Alpha, leader, survivor, and hopeless closet fanboy to the devastatingly cute YouTube sensation, Spark Stiles Stilinski.
Then, Derekâs betas come up with an amazing plan to get Derek an emissary. Any Alphaâs dream come true.
And it will be, if Derek can juggle his responsibilities as an Alpha, judgement, guilt, and roughly a metric fuckton of self-loathing and doubt about whether heâs good enough for a beautiful thing like Stiles.
Itâs Free (And Always Will Be) by kellifer_fic, maichan808 (maichan) Â Â
(31,681 I Explicit I Complete)Â *sterek, werewolves are known
Stiles starts looking around, like thereâs someone whoâll rescue him from this painfully awkward situation and Derek canât blame him. All he can think is this is some kind of elaborate prank Laura is playing on him after sheâd found his pile of Fangboy back copies last month.
Or, the one where Derek has to marry a human to save Clawbook and it turns out to be Stiles. Heâs completely doomed.
Of Werewolves and Dolphins by Ilovesocks_24Â
(53,506 I Teen I Complete)Â *sterek, scott/isaac, friends to lovers
 âStiles, come on! Itâll be fun,â Scott said. âYou canât deny that seven days in the Caribbean on a cruise ship full of hot, single werewolves wonât be a good time.â
 âMaybe for you,â Stiles said. âBecause youâre tan and have a six pack. No one is going to talk to me at all. Also, fun fact: Iâm not even a werewolf.â
 âYou donât have to be a werewolf to come,â Scott said. âYou just have to be twenty-one so you can drink. Or so hot guys can buy you drinks,â he added, raising his eyebrows suggestively.
 âNo, thanks,â Stiles said, shrugging. âGo on without me, just send postcards with all the hot guys you meet.â
 âTheyâre stopping in Cozumel,â Scott said. âIt says here that you can swim with dolphins.â
 âDid you say we could swim with dolphins?â Stiles asked, curiously. âLike the ones that do tricks at Seaworld?â
 âThatâs what swimming is,â Scott said, eyes gleaming. Â
 âWhen do we leave?â Stiles asked.
Or the one where Scott convinces Stiles to go on a werewolf singles cruise. Stiles is really only going for the dolphins. Until he meets Derek.
You Make My Heart Ache by grimmÂ
(248,910 I Explicit I Complete)Â *sterek, parrish/stiles, nogistune/stiles, mates, stripper!derek, bakery au
Based on this prompt & photo! I couldnât resist. :D