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Right, let’s see what I can make of this. *cracks knuckles* … It’s more Stiles exploding than a real fight … I hope you like it anyway?

16. First huge fight

The plate crashes into the wall where seconds ago Derek’s body had been. It shatters into a million pieces of course, because he put everything he has behind it. Not that it matters, really, because his boyfriend is a werewolf and faster. And stronger. And all around better.

Hey Darling! Thanks for you prompt. I hope to do it justice (considering that there were so many ideas floating around in my head)! (It may have turned out a bit different (darker?) than you wanted? And took longer than I thought it would.)

30. Learning what the other person likes sexually

Stiles is aware that the conversation he’s about to have, should have happened before he practically fell into Derek’s bed. But hindsight is always 20/20 they say and now he knows how right they are. Because Derek currently sits huddled on the sofa, wrapped in the soft afghan that always covers the backrest. 

His trembling is clearly visible, even from Stiles position in the kitchen. The sight tugs painfully on his heartstrings. Even more so because he knows that he’s the one who triggered this reaction. Or rather - it was something he did while he was in bed with Derek. He just doesn’t know what he did and he needs to know that. How else is he supposed to prevent himself from doing the same thing the next time? If there even is a next time.

He has to wait a few more minutes before the milk is finally hot enough to prepare two mugs of hot chocolate. His love for hot chocolate as comfort food, is one of the things Derek had shared, while they had been cuddling in bed. It was the same night, that Stiles promised a sleeping Derek that he will never forget anything about him. 

“I told you I’m fine, Stiles,” Derek sighs, when Stiles steps closer to seat himself on the seat next to his boyfriend. Still, he pulls the afghan tighter around himself, like he wants to protect himself. Like he wants to hide. Stiles’ feels his heart break into a million little pieces.

“You’re not fine, Derek,” he says after a few minutes, for once not even thinking about any kind of sarcastic reply. “You’re not fine and it’s because of something I did. Now, I know you don’t like to talk but this is important. Really important. So, we’re going to have to talk about it. I need to know what we can and can’t do. I don’t want to hurt you.” Stiles takes sip from his chocolate to give Derek some time to reply. His boyfriend remains quiet, though, only sipping his from his own mug. 

Stiles waits, lets the minutes pile up until one hour has passed. His mug is empty and he’s ready to start talking again. Because Derek is still silent, staring into is own mug as if it holds the answers to the universe. 

“The way you held my hands down,” the words are so quiet that Stiles almost misses them. His mouth shuts with a click while his whole attention zooms in on Derek. His boyfriend isn’t looking at him, though. Instead he’s staring off over Stiles’ left shoulder. 

“It reminded me of Kate. She,” Derek swallows and rolls the mug around in his hands. “She used to do that before … before she took out the cuffs. It was fine, at first. Nothing serious, just those fuzzy cuffs, you know? But then …” He breaks off again and Stiles can’t help himself. He reaches out, takes both mugs and puts them onto the coffee table. Once their hands are free he wraps his fingers around Derek’s. 

“But then?” he inquires gently, knowing that being his usual inquisitive and loud self would make Derek close up immediately. He has to treat carefully.

“She laced the cuffs with wolfsbane,” just as quiet as the first words but it feels as if Derek screamed them out into the open. Stiles feels the chills running down his spine. A slow wolfsbane poisoning. He has the urge to find Kate and kill her over and over and over again. 

“She kept saying that she must have mixed up the cuffs,” Derek goes on, now staring down onto Stiles’ hands. “I believed her. But it was a mistake … believeing her. After the cuffs came a blindfold because I couldn’t pull it off. I never knew what would d next.” He falls silent again and Stiles waits. Because he knows that Derek’s confession doesn’t end there. 

“It went on for two .. three weeks, I think?” Derek doesn’t sound too sure about it though. Maybe Kate kept him tied up and blindfolded for days rather than hours. It certainly sounded like something she might find interesting.

“She kept calling me her good boy and that she knew I would like it,” a low whine resonates through his voice and Stiles’ heart shatters once more. “Kate never really explained what it was that she did to me. It  was only later that I did some research into it but … it didn’t fit completely.”

“That’s because BDSM’s first rule is consent and she completely threw that out of the window,” Stiles explains quietly, looking up when he can feel Derek’s gaze on his face. There’s a desparation to it that he honestly hasn’t expected.”Adding to that a scene, like the blindfolding and the tying you up, needs to be discussed beforehand. I’m not going to start on the wolfsbane because if I do, then I’ll probably destroy something.” The last few words manage to pull a weak smile from Derek. It’s shaky, though, and a hint of fear steals into his eyes.

“You, uh, you seem  to know a lot about this.” Stiles doesn’t have to be a werewolf to know that Derek’s nervous.

“I do know about BDSM, yes,” he replies slowly, keeping his hands from tightening when Derek’s twitch away from his own. “I’ll be honest with you, Derek. When it comes to sex and BDSM I am a dom. I may not look like it but I am. BUT,” this time he does tighten his grip on Derek’s hands, making him look up. “I’ll never do anything in that direction without you consent, Derek. I love you and if being with you means that I’ll have to put my toys and everything else into a box, then I will do that. And gladly.” 

“But you like it,” Derek replied weakly.

“Yes, I like it,” Stiles nod slowly and makes sure that Derek looks into his eyes when he speaks the next words. “But I LOVE you! Derek, you’re so much more important than sex.”

I knew you were gonna decide on something. Though it’s not really a whole day^^. It just fit to make it into this scene. Hope you like it! :P 

A day on the beach

They’d been on the road for three weeks, when Derek steered the Camaro onto an empty parking spot. The sun was already dipping below the horizon, bathing the world and the cloudless sky in an arrangement of yellows, oranges and reds. Beside him, Isaac frowned slightly. 

“Why are we stopping?” he asked, turning only his head to the side to look at Derek. A few curls clung to his forhead, due to the heat that filled the car, which made them both sweat like nothing else. Though,running on a high body temperature while sitting in a black car during the heights of summer wasn’t exactly the right way to staying cool. Especially when the air conditioner wasnt working. 

“Thought we might get cooled off,” Derek huffed, turned off the car and leaned back in his seat. He was tired, too hot and more than just generally uncomfortable. They’d been driving since that morning, only stopping when they needed the bathroom or some food or just gas. Every once in a while their mobiles would ring with a message of the pack. 

“Hmm,” Isaac hummed before letting out a huge yawn. “That actually doesn’t sound all that bad. I think, we’re both going to become one with the leather if we don’t get out of this car for longer than five minutes.” He grimaced when the skin on his arm pulled off the leather seat with a soft ripping sound. 

Derek just nodded and climbed out of the car. The bones in his back popped and he couldn’t fight the groan that broke free. It felt good to stand upright, even if the air around them felt like the inside of an oven. Maybe there would be a breeze when they were closer to the water.

“Let’s go then.” Derek locked the car and started walking towards the ocean, which was a good distance away but connected with a wooden walkway. They walked in silence, but close together. Closer than was probably wise considering that they didn’t like the heat. 

Once they hit the sandy part of the beach Derek stopped to bend down and take off his shoes and socks. The fine sand felt good against the soles of his feet even if it was still hot. Isaac followed his example and sighed. 

“This is a great idea, D,” he stretched once again, while Derek started to walk towards the gently rippled against the shore. It had been so long since he’d been to the beach. The last time had been with Laura, two years after the fire. It wasn’t as painful as he’d thought it would be. 

Derek stopped walking when the water reached his knees. He’d dropped his shoes back on the dry sand before his feet even reached the wet sand, not wanting them to get soaked. He didn’t much care about his jeans though. There was another pair right on top of the bag he’d had in his trunk. He could change into those when they got back. For right now Derek was content to stand in the water, watch the sun sink and enjoy the gentle breeze coming from the seaside. 

Warm arms wrapped themselves around his waist and slightly chapped lips pressed a tender kiss to the spot where his neck met his shoulder. Derek shivered slightly and leaned back against the slender body behind him. 

“It’s lovely here,” Isaac murmured, tightening his grip until Derek’s hands fell onto his forearms. “This was a great idea. Though I’m still feeling too hot.” Derek chuckled when he heard the audible pout in his boyfriends voice.

And another one.^^ Before they get lost in my inbox.^^

20. Talking about having kids

The question comes unbidden, one night, after dinner. Derek still has his hands in the sink, washing the last of the cutlery while Isaac dries the plates already resting beside it. It’s Friday night, their actualy Date-Night, though this time they had decided against going out.

“What do you  think about having kids?”

The knife slips from Derek’s fingers and clatters to the ground. He turns around to stare at Isaac, who simply looks back. His eyes are wide and questioning, with a hint of insecurity lurking in the background.

“Why do you ask?” Derek asks, wincing when his voice comes out harsher than he wants it to. Especially when he see’s Isaac flinch and pull up his shoulders. The motion makes his chest ache because it had been a long time since he’d seen it last.

“Sorry, Isaac, that came out wrong,” he sighs, taking the second towel to dry his hands. Then he steps closer to his boyfriend and pulls him into a tight hug. “I’m not angry at your question. I was just surprised. Now, why did you ask? Are you thinking about it?”

Isaac gives a tiny nod before slowly relaxing into the embrace. His head drops forward until it rests on Derek’s shoulder. Long arms wrap themselves around his waist, pulling him closer.

“I’ve been talking to Stiles and he mentioned his thoughts about it,” Isaac tells him, voice quiet and a little unsure. “It got me thinking, you know? About all the kids out there, without a loving family. Kids, who lost their family, who were abandoned and unwanted. Children, who just want a home. Children, who just want to be loved.” 

Isaac’s voice break a little when he’s done talking and Derek knows that he’s thinking about his own past. About the pain he suffered and how he only wanted to be loved and accepted. 

And he understands, because he’s been one of these children just as much as Isaac has been. Of course he’s had Laura back then, but his sister couldn’t replace his parents and the siblings he’s lost. No matter how hard she tried.

“I mean,” Isaac’s voice pulls him from his thoughts, “we’re good now. Safe and secure. You’ve got a good job, what with being your own boss, and we’ve got a house. I’m almost done with uni and …” 

“It’s okay, Isaac,” Derek whispers, pulling him closer still. “I understand and I may have contacted all the official places we need in order to be foster parents. The papers should come any day now.”

It’s so quiet in the kitchen, that they could have heard a needle drop. Then Isaac’s breath hitches once and he pulls Derek’s head up for a kiss.

Hey dearie! I’m so, so, so sorry for taking so long to get to this! But I finally manged and it was fun to write. I hope it’s fun to read as well!

33. Celebrity/fan AU

Derek swallowed against the lump in his throat. His hands felt clammy and he had to alternately wipe them on his jeans just to keep a hold of the book. The very thing that was the reason why he stood in a line of loud and fast talking, sometimes screeching, people in a room that felt entirely too hot. Though that might have been due to his combination of dress-shirt and sweater.

For the last two hours Derek had actually doubted his decision to come to this Book Signing Session. (The capital letters were completely accurate, in Derek’s opinion.) Yet, while he was contemplating leaving this whole thing behind, the line had steadily lost it’s length.

“Hey, don’t fall asleep there!” “Yeah! We all want to get the signature!” “Get moving, you dork!”

Angry voices pulled Derek from his contemplating thoughts and he frowned at first. Then, after a couple of uncomfortable seconds, it registered that he’d made it to the front of the line. There was nobody before him anymore and he could see the mischieviously sparkling eyes of his favourite author - and secret fantasy.

Heat bloomed in his cheeks when he stumbled forward, but Derek ignored the snickering behind him. His hands felt even worse now; slippery and wet, as if he dripped cooking oil onto them. The book started to slide out of his grip and he barely managed to hold on to it.

“Hey,” Stiles Stilinski, famous author and successful movie maker at barely 25 years, smiled at Derek. It made his heart beat so much faster, until he was sure that everyone around him could hear it. They would laugh and point their fingers, just like the kids back in college who thought he should be a jock, when all Derek wanted to do was hole up somewhere with a nice book.

“Come on, sit down before you fall down,” Stiles said, smiling gently as if he knew what was running through his mind. Derek practically fell into the chair and all but shoved the book over. His glasses started to actually fog up from the heat on his face and he barely suppressed the urge to wipe his hands again.

“What’s you name?” The question came with an easy smile when Stiles opened the book and poised his pen.

“It’s Derek uhm, Derek Hale,” his voice was surprisingly steady, given that he trembled badly.

“Derek Hale,” Stiles pronounced when he scribbled his signature onto the paper and something else that Derek couldn’t quite see just yet. “I like that name. Have a good day, Derek.”

There was something that he couldn’t name. Something in the way Stiles smiled when he handed the book back to him. Something in the way he felt the warm, brown eyes on his back when he walked out into the open.

It’s another two hours later, when Derek is finally home again, that he opens his book to see what else would be eternally ingrained into the paper.

There was Stiles signature, sure, along with well wishes and below that … was a phone number and the words I still remember you from High School. Maybe we could catch up some time?

The book fell to the floor with a quiet thumb while Derek stared into nothingness.

Hi Darling! I know this comes late but I hope you like it anyway!!

Derek has always known that he looked distant and unapproachable to strangers. Even his own pack, well his fellow pack-mates, thought him walled off and cold on the good days. Though they’ve already known him for a lot longer. It stung somewhere in his chest.

Sometimes, usually after one of the others got hurt, Scott and Stiles commented on him thawing up when relief managed to fight through his stoic expression. Well, if Derek was honest, it was mostly just Stiles who made the remarks while Scott merely gave him a pat on the shoulder. Something that felt weaker than it should do. Still, it was okay. They weren’t talking that much to each other anyway. Most of their conversation was contained to the regular pack-meetings.

It was actually one of those meetings that Derek had left just about half an hour ago. He’d opted to walk home instead of taking Stiles’ offer to give him a ride home. It rained but he didn’t mind it much. Walking had always helped Derek clear his head and sort through whatever thoughts currently needed sorting.

He’d just rounded the last corner of his building when he heard it. The pitiful noise barely made it past the rumbling sound of raindrops on metal. At first he wasn’t sure whether or not he’d heard right. It could have been something else as well. Beacon Hills was full of strange noises at this time of the night.

Still, Derek turned towards where the quiet sound had come from. It led him to three old garbage cans, which were empty, thankfully. An old, soggy cardboard box threatened to collapse next to them. The noise appeared again, slightly louder now, and it definitely came from the box.

Derek frowned, before leaning down to pull one of the flaps back. Big, luminous eyes stared up at him. Then a tiny maw opened, complete with equally tiny teeth and a pink tongue, to let out the smallest ‘mew’ Derek had ever heard. He couldn’t help but stare at the tiny being in front of him. It took another, miserable ‘mew’ to pull his attention back onto the small kitten in the box.

Kneeling down next to the soggy cardboard, Derek slowly brought his hand closer to the kitten staring up at him. It backed away into a corner but it’s nose twitched curiously in his direction. Derek waited, he was already soaked to the bone, so a couple of more minutes wouldn’t hurt him. He wouldn’t catch a cold anyway.

He probably knelt next to the box for half an hour before the kitten decided that he was safe enough to approach. As soggy as the box already was, it still kept the kitten relatively dry. It’s fur was a dark shade of grey with black stripes along it’s back. The tiny paws were white as was the tip of the tail.

“There you go,” Derek rumbled when the kitten started sniffing along his fingers. “Just take your time. There’s no rush for you.” Realistically, though, there was a need to rush. The rain was slowly hitting the kitten now, plastering the fine fur to it’s thin body. Too long and it might get sick.

Once the kitten started to paw at his palm, Derek slowly moved to grab it. His hand was big enough to fit the whole tiny thing into it. There wasn’t even a struggle, just an inquiring mewl.

“Let’s get you warmed up, little one,” Derek whispered when he pulled his hand towards his chest. If he’d been human, his knees would have popped when he stood up. His focus stayed on the kitten until he turned around.

“Playing saviour once again?” Stiles asked, voice warm and quiet. He wasn’t grinning, but smiling softly. There was a big, bright red umbrella in his hand. A gift from Erica for their “Little Red Riding Hood”. He stepped closer to Derek until all three of them were covered by the red monstrosity. The smile on his face grew when the kitten batted against the finger he held out.

“Let’s get the  two of you out of the rain and see if we can’t find a nice old shirt of your for a bed. The little one seems to like your scent.” Stiles wasn’t wrong. The kitten cuddles closer to Derek’s chest and started to purr quietly. A warm human hand settled in the small of his back and Derek allowed himself to be guided inside.

Hi Darling! I’m soooo sorry, that it took me so long to get back to the prompts. I hope you still like it! 

34. meeting at a masquerade ball au

Stiles hated these kinds of balls and functions. They were nothing more than a show of money and power under the disguise of a happy and fun time for the youthful population of their town. The masks were nothing more than a sign of money. It was so easy to tell who came from money and who didn’t.

Take Lydia and Jackson, for example. Their masks were elegant; red velvet embroidered with golden flowers and feathers for Lydia and dark-blue with silver stitches for her boyfriend. The edges of the masks looked a bit like the Venetian variations and they were probably made in Italy, as well.

For some people, though, this ball was just another opportunity to spent some time together. Scott, his best friend, was currently twirling a laughing Allison across the floor. His mask wasn’t as expensive as Lydia’s but it also wasn’t as simply as Stiles’ own one. If he had to put it somewhere, Stiles would say that it was somewhere in the middle. The warm red-brown colour complemented his tan while the golden-orange stitches made his eyes glow.

Stiles knew that Scott didn’t really like the mask, since it came from his father. The man who left him and his mother when he was just a child. The only reason he wore it, was a compromise he had made with the man. Scott would wear the mask to the balls and Mr. McCall wouldn’t try to force his way back into his mother’s life. Stiles doubted that Melissa was as unknowing as she pretended to be.

“Still without a dance-partner, Stilinski?” Jackson sneered when he led Lydia passed him. “How many dances did you have in the last three years, Stilinski? Oh, that’s right, none!” Stiles ignored the laughter that came from the other boy, just like he ignored the look of pity from Lydia.

It didn’t make the words untrue, though. There had been quite a few balls over the last three years and Stiles never danced at them. Not that he hadn’t wanted to. He’d actually asked quite a few girls and boys back then. None had ever accepted. So, he’d asked less and less people over time until he merely showed up, to stand back in a corner with his glass of juice.

Nobody commented on it, except Jackson and a couple of his friends. They would start out with his mask, which was a cheap black one without any kind of embroidery. His father had wanted to buy him a new one, one that wouldn’t get him ridiculed and made fun off. But those masks were expensive and Stiles knew that they didn’t have the money. Not with the bills they still had to pay off. His father was the Sheriff but that didn’t mean he earned a lot of money.

“Looks like the balls didn’t get much more exciting over the time I wasn’t here.” Stiles almost dropped his glass when someone spoke right next to him. He hadn’t noticed anyone was close by.

The stranger was only a bit taller than him but with much broader shoulders. His dark-green mask was simple, yet elegant with only golden stitches running around the edges. Still, it looked more expensive than Stiles’ own. Yet the stranger didn’t seem to mind. The others usually gave him a wide berth.

“I’m Derek, by the way,” the stranger, Derek, added when Stiles remained quiet. His hazel eyes seemed to be honest and much warmer than the look of anyone else had directed at Stiles so far. Except for Scott and his girlfriend, Allison.

“I’m Stiles,” he replied carefully. Maybe Jackson had set Derek up to make fun of him?  But a quick glance to the other boy made clear that this seemed to be an unexpected turn of events. He and Lydia even stopped dancing to watch. Just like a couple other people. His cheeks flushed with heat.

“Don’t look at them,” Derek murmured from beside him. “They don’t matter.” His voice was warm and there wasn’t even a hint of ridicule in it. Stiles swallowed and returned his gaze to Derek.

“Would you care for a dance?” there was a big, strong looking hand offered to him and he wasn’t sure how to react. Could he risk it? What if this was just another attempt to humiliate him? Yet, there was no indication in Derek’s posture that might have given him a hint. His eyes only showed a slight anticipation.

Minutes passed before Stiles shaking hand landed in Derek’s. The warm skin sent a shiver down his spine and forced him to close his eyes. He hoped that this wasn’t a ploy to make him the laughing stock of the whole town.

Yes, I’m still doing the ficlets and I’m sorry that it took me so long to get back to them. Anyway, I’m back at them and I hope you’ll like it! And I decided on taking number 1.^^

1. soulmates au

Isaac sighs and stares forlornely into the mirror. He doesn’t see the variety of bruises, though, which litter his upper body. His father always makes sure to keep them from being noticed. The occaisonal black eyes can be easily talked away with either being clumsy or getting into a fight. 

This, though, this can’t be talked away that easily. 

The sight isn’t pretty and usually Isaac tries his best not to look too closely at the colours when he goes through his morning routine. Today there is something different, though. Something that catches his attention almost as soon as his shirt is off. 

A small, pale green patch appeared over night, right beneath his rips. The colour stands out against the violently purple bruise his father left there. His fingers shake when he traces over the shape. A clover, four-leaved and usually a sign for good luck.

Isaac sighs. Can he really believe in something as silly as ‘good luck’?

                                                    ~*~*~

The clover is still on his mind when Isaac steps into the classroom and makes his way over to his seat. He resigns himself to being distracted because the mark doesn’t leave his thoughts.

Of course he knows what it means. 

It’s his soulmate mark. 

Isaac’s hand rests on the spot above his shirt. He’s always wondered if he would actually get his soulmate mark since his father always reminds him that he doesn’t deserve a soulmate. 

“Students,” the teacher says, pulling Isaac from his dark thoughts. “We’re getting a new student this year. Please, be helpful and respectful, hard as this might be." 

The rest of the words get drowned in the sudden rush of blood in his ears. Isaac knows he stares at her. Probably like an idiot, but he can’t help it. His eyes are glued to the girls right wrist, where her jacket is pushed back.

A small, green, four-leaved clover rests there. It looks innocent but it makes Isaac shudder with suppressed emotions. 

His eyes pop back up to the girl’s face when she speaks.

"Hey guys, I’m Cora Hale." 

She talks to the class but her eyes rest on Isaac. Almost like she knows.