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Summary: In which things are supposed to get back to normal

AN: Getting real close to that happy ending. The epilogue (coming in two days) will be my final contribution to @sterek-bingo - I know, I know. 

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For once, Stiles didn’t mind staying inside the apartments together. Not just because of the sex, but because he wasn’t sure just how the world had responded to the attack on Derek. Because he didn’t know if it was finished now, with Peter dead and Deucalion dealt with somehow - was that it, was that all of it? Were things going back to normal now?

“There’s an event in a few days,” Derek mentioned that morning, while they were still naked and panting. “Not anything too formal. I think you’d like it.”

Well, maybe it was just Stiles who was panting, because Derek’s stamina was superhuman and Stiles was still working on being able to keep up with him. Apparently he had the rest of their lives to figure that out, so at least there was that. He had time.

But, event? An event that Stiles was going to be allowed to go to? An event that took place outside of the palace? With Stiles in attendance? How? Why? How?

Three excellent questions. Or well, more than three.

“We’re allowed to go outside now?” Stiles pretended not to freak out internally.

Or maybe not just internally, because Derek looked at him with that almost fond exasperation that had been driving Stiles particularly fucking crazy lately. It was just so annoying when Derek looked at him like he gave a damn, because it made Stiles worry that his stupid feelings were written all over his face. Because he didn’t hate Derek anymore, not at all. In fact, he was pretty sure he actually liked the idiot these days. He didn’t even mind the marriage much anymore.

Sure, it sucked that he wasn’t going to get to live happily ever after with a mysterious true love, but Stiles thought he might be able to stand growing old with a friend he got to sleep with.

“Of course we are,” Derek said as if it were actually normal.

“What the hell changed?” Stiles wanted to know.

Shouldn’t Derek be more worried than ever after finding out that his own uncle desperately wanted Stiles dead? And Derek too, and maybe Laura - but mostly Stiles. Shouldn’t almost dying be a very good reason for Derek wanting to stay inside the palace for the rest of their lives? Not that Stiles would have accepted that - fuck no - but he had been pretty damn sure that he was going to have to convince Derek using sexual favors of some kind. And he’d almost been looking forward to that. It made him feel a little sexy.

“Well,” Derek was almost hesitant about it. “We caught the people who were after you.”

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Summary: In which life goes on, and family bonding happens

AN: Surprise! Well, not for me, because this was always on the schedule, but oh well. Next update will be in 4 days though. Enjoy that bonus @sterek-bingo content!

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The fun part about establishing a routine was… Well, the sex. The truly stupendous amount of sex that Stiles was still somehow having, because even after two weeks, Derek had yet to get bored with him. And it wasn’t like Stiles was getting bored with any of this, so things were just going to continue, on and on and on - actually acting like the newlyweds they technically were.

Though Stiles was not getting bored with the sex, he was getting bored with still being cooped up inside their apartments all the time. It kind of stung that Derek clearly did not trust him still, at least not enough to let him spend time outside of their apartments - sure they saw the pack for meals from time to time, but Stiles hadn’t been outside in actual fucking ages. The palace was grand and beautiful, but just a balcony really did not count to him.

Sometimes a boy just wanted the actual ground underneath his feet. And perhaps some fabulous outdoor sex with his annoying husband, if said husband was so inclined.

“Are we ever going to go outside?” Stiles asked, lounging naked in bed.

Why bother putting clothes on when he was just going to be taking them off again in about thirty minutes? Derek was beyond in the mood, and Stiles was happy to indulge him - right now they still had the time, and they didn’t have to worry about Stiles’ classes at the mysterious werewolf university yet. That was still a few weeks away, and Stiles was trying hard to be prepared, but also not to think about it too much because this part of the vacation had been nice.

Sure, it was not the traditional kind of honeymoon, but they weren’t a traditional married couple either. Maybe eventually he might get Derek to take him places physically, instead of just showing him the stars. Ugh, terrible metaphor, but it made sense to him. Somewhat.

“Is that your exhibitionism kink talking?” Derek had the audacity to look gorgeous still.

Stiles felt like he’d been put through the wringer - this last bout had certainly been a bit more athletic than he’d been anticipating - but he was still happy about it. Still, he didn’t relish trying any other kind of workout for the foreseeable future, because werewolf stamina was nothing to joke about. Stiles could say that with confidence now - albeit with a blush.

“It’s not that I don’t like that we’re almost getting along now,” Stiles started, trying to figure out the right way to phrase it. “Mostly because we’re too busy fucking to argue, which is probably the best kind of diversion, but… I’d still eventually like to leave the building. And yeah, outdoor sex sounds good, but maybe hold off on any kind of public mating rituals or orgies? Because that sounds like it would be a bit much. Especially with how possessive you are.”

Not that Stiles would have wanted to do that kind of thing if Derek hadn’t been all possessive and marking Stiles as his all the damn time. He was starting to think that he was a one wolf kind of guy - or just one person, with his only option being his wolfy husband.

Trying not to resent Derek for his lack of options was still a problem at times.

“Are you complaining?” Derek arched his stupid eyebrows.

“Not about that,” Stiles had to pout a little. “Seriously, outside? I thought you wolves were all about frolicking in nature and communing with mother moon and the like.”

Lie Ability (4330 words) by HarleyJQuin Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Chris Argent/Peter Hale Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Peter Hale, Chris Argent, Melissa McCall, Sheriff Stilinski Additional Tags: Bad Friend Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Stiles Stilinski Leaves Beacon Hills, Stiles Stilinski Leaves the Pack, Alpha Stiles Stilinski, Sterek Bingo, Sterek Bingo 2020, sbwedding Series: Part 11 of Sterek Bingo 2020, Part 3 of Elastic Heart 'Verse Summary:

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Summary: In which there is a wedding

AN: Time for more @sterek-bingo fic. It’s been 4 whole days since I last updated. Please keep it together for 4 more days - wedding night coming on the 23rd. 

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Stiles hadn’t fully realized that he was actually getting married on this very day until he suddenly found himself in a stupidly ornate room in a stupidly ornate church, with Erica fiddling with his stupidly fancy clothes until she deemed his look ‘adequate’. 

“Thanks?” Stiles was pretty sure that was not a compliment. 

“There you are,” Erica grinned at him. “I was starting to wonder that they’d given you a lobotomy to get through all of this. Which would have sucked.” 

So maybe Erica was actually his friend now. She’d been his constant in all of the wedding preparations, making faces at him when he was threatening to completely zone out on the preparations, always keeping him distracted from the more serious discussions that his future husband just had to have just outside of Stiles’ earshot.

That reminded him, he still hadn’t been able to find out what that was all about. 

“All here,” Stiles tapped the side of his head. 

“Now that’s questionable,” suddenly his Dad was there. “Unless something has changed in the past three months. You’ve never quite had it all together up there.” 

Stiles lept at his Dad, desperate for a true Stilinski hug. He hadn’t been hugged properly in ages (some apologies to Scott, but he just didn’t know how to do it right), and he’d missed the way that hugging his Dad somehow still made him feel young and small even though they were basically of a height these days. Being held by his Dad was the safest he’d felt since… since the night of his bachelor party, when Derek had refused to let go of him. When his fiance had kept him safe from the outside world as if he actually cared about Stiles. 

When his Dad let go, he immediately started fussing with Stiles’ suit. 

“Dad,” Stiles whined, because he suddenly felt like a chastised kid again. 

“You look good, son,” his Dad’s eyes were suspiciously shiny. “Like an adult.” 

Title: Dude of Honor Series: Sterek Bingo 2020 Ratings: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Fandom(s): Teen Wolf Category: M/M Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski Tags: Sterek Bingo 2020, One-Shot, Discussion of Canon Statutory Rape, Wedding, Alternate Universe Summary: Stiles didn't expect to see the one-night stand that he fell head over heels for at his best friend's wedding. Nor that said one-night stand was his best friend's brother! Word Count: 2,892 Year: Future Spoilers: Everything Notes: This is a completed One-shot. There will be no more written in the universe. Beta: Grammarly

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Chapter summary: In which there is a bachelor party

AN: Another chapter for today’s contribution to @sterek-bingo - next update for this in 4 days. Excitement about this fic is much appreciated, but please, please try not to just make demands for MORE! NOW!. Thanks from your very stressed out writer

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Apparently werewolves had bachelor parties just like the humans did. There were so many traditions that were completely different, but bachelor parties had somehow transferred. Or, more likely, one of the previously human pack members had decided that this was definitely a tradition that they were going to uphold, even for royalty.

“How’s your alcohol tolerance?” Erica bumped shoulders with him slightly too harshly.

“I am not even going to attempt to outdrink you,” Stiles was smarter than that. “Even with that special wolfsbane liquor you like, I am still at a disadvantage. I honestly doubt that my future hubby is out getting wasted, so I won’t be doing that either.”

Stiles couldn’t even imagine the supposedly perfect Prince getting drunk at his own bachelor party - though honestly, the Prince had certainly been less than perfect with Stiles. It was just that no one would believe that if Stiles told them, because they had this weird view of Prince Moron actually being a decent guy. He couldn’t imagine where they’d gotten that idea, but he supposed that wolfsbane was known to have some hallucinatory side effects.

“Ugh, so boring,” Erica pouted and complained. “This is my first real bachelor party and you’re being a buzzkill. Boyd and I didn’t even have one, because werewolves don’t usually do that kind of thing for some stupid reason. I’m trying to make up for lost experiences here.”

Honestly, he almost couldn’t blame her for that. She too was missing out on a lot of typical human customs, and even though Erica seemed to be perfectly adjusted, it seemed that there were some things about human culture that she actually did not want to leave behind. Even though she was probably supposed to, because no one in the Royal Palace had seemed particularly tolerant of any remaining vestiges of humanity. They were almost less tolerant of that than they were of the single human on the premises.

Yes, Stiles was the only one, supposedly. Which was still so weird to him.

“It’s a two person party,” Stiles just had to get that argument out there.

“Three,” Erica had the biggest fucking grin on her face as she said that.

Because Stiles was apparently more gullible than he thought, he started looking around to find the elusive third party guest. And then he realized that one of the wolves might have told Erica that they were going to visit - maybe Boyd actually wanted to spend some time with his mate on the closest thing they were ever going to get to their own bachelor party (no matter how weird that might have been). Or maybe Queen Laura was actually going to make an attempt to get to know her future brother-in-law a little bit better. It was way past time for that.

Or was that just because Prince Asshole would not let her?

“Are you already seeing two of me?” Stiles had to make sure. “Because there are only two people in this room, and I’m not expecting anyone else. If the Duke wants to join, you can tell him I’ve already passed out. That is one party guest I would happily deny. Don’t tell my boo.”

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Chapter summary: In which there is only one bed, and Stiles meets some creepy wolves - yes that includes his asshole husband to be.

AN: Time for chapter two of this massive thing for @sterek-bingo. Same themes, of course. More enemies to friends to lovers goodness. If you enjoy, let me know. If you don’t - the back button is there for a reason. Not trying to be rude, but I’m having a shit time (yay depression and anxiety), and I’m doing the best I can. So please, remember that fic authors do this for free and for fun, and try not to make demands in your reviews. 

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There was only one bed.

Stiles was in a strange country he’d never been in before, in a strange city, in a strange building (one of several Royal Palaces in Triskele), in a gigantic suite - and yet there was only one bed? Was there a shortage of beds in Triskele? Was that even a thing?

“Where’s your room?” Stiles asked his eternally grouchy fiance. “Or is this your room and mine is just on the other side of this wing somewhere? Either is fine by me. I’m not attached yet.”

Well, maybe he was a little bit attached, because this room was kind of gorgeous. The bed was huge, one of those elegant four poster deals that could have housed an entire family and maybe did back in the Dark Ages. There were several large windows letting in plenty of light, and there was a reading nook in two of the windows - Stiles had already claimed the one on the right, the one that didn’t have a book lying on it yet. Oh, wait, did that mean? Nah.

Nah, werewolves probably had a very rich tradition that involved separate rooms, right?

How was he supposed to know about his future husband’s family history? By reading one of the many books his father’s people had been shoving at him in their constant prep work for the most ridiculous farce of a wedding that the world had ever seen? Yeah, like he actually gave a damn about these people and this country - other than their temporary assistance in his desperate need to keep his Dad safe. He was only a visitor here, not their Prince. No matter what title they gave him at the Wedding of Doom.

Besides, maybe after his Dad had gotten re-elected, Stiles and the Asshole Prince could divorce, blaming it all on the pressures and the extensive cultural differences or some bullshit like that. It wasn’t like marriage was for life. It didn’t have to be.

Only… werewolves did not do divorce, did they? They got mated, not married, and that was a lifelong kind of deal. Every single time Stiles thought he’d found an escape route, he found that the metaphorical door had already been latched firmly shut.

“This is our room,” the Asshole Prince looked at Stiles like he was an idiot.

More Than Wanderlust | Derek/Stiles | 14k author : fairydustedtheory

Written for Sterek bingo 2020

Prompts : Travel, Wedding & Season (it’s summer)

Summary :  There were several ways to get from Virginia to California. Stiles chose a road trip. Derek couldn't refuse him, couldn't refuse him anything.