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Stiles was exhausted. He had been on the night shift for the fourth night in a row now and was more than ready to finally go home and sleep. One more hour and he would get to leave the emergency room.

He had just finished checking on a patient, who had been in a bar fight, as the door burst open.

The sun was slowly rising outside and at first Stiles was only able to see the silhouette of a man. Then the man was quickly striding towards him. There was a child in his arms.

“Please, I need help!”, he shouted desperately. Stiles rushed to him.

“Follow me”, he instructed and started walking towards one of the free rooms. The girl in the man’s arms wasn’t looking too good. She was pale and unresponsive.

“What’s wrong with her?”, Stiles asked.

The man shook his head. There was something wild in his tired eyes. “Her fever just kept rising, I didn’t know what to do, please…”

Stiles opened the door to a single room. “Lay her down on the bed. What’s her name?”

The man carefully layed her down and Stiles gave one of the hospital forms to him. “Please fill that out.”

“Her name is Thalia Hale.”

Stiles nodded and moved around the bed. He took out his stethoscope. “Her heartbeat is fast, but that is probanly due to the fever. How old is she?”

The man was watching him like a hawk as Stiles looked for the thermometer. “Ten.”

Stiles nodded. “Her temperature is too high. 40° Celsius, that’s not good. She needs fluids and cold wraps. Are you her father?”

The man nodded. “Derek Hale, yeah.”

“I’m gonna go and get a nurse. Have you filled that out?”.

…

“Mr. Hale, this is Mrs. Mccall, she is going to give Thalia an IV for fluids, okay?”

Mr. Hale nodded and Melissa smiled reassuringly as she went to do her job. Stiles looked over the information form. He had a hunch what it could be.

“She hasn’t had glandular fever before?”, he asked. Derek shook his head.

“Okay, I’m gonna need some of her blood for a quick test, okay? If it is the glanduar fever, the high fever would be normal, but we would still have to watch over her for the day.”

When Stiles returned from the lab, Thalia was awake. Mr. Hale was holding her hand, talking quietly. Stiles heart throbbed. Seeing parents be gentle with their children was something that he cherished. There were too many children sent to the hospital because of neglect.

“Mr. Hale?”, Stiles called out. His head immidiately snapped up. “I have the results. It is glandual fever. We have to keep her here for the day, but you are free to leave.”

Mr. Hale shook his head. “I’m not going to leave her!”

Stiles smiled softly. “Of course.”

Thalia’s fever went down as the sun began to rise fully. Stiles checked on her every few minutes, while he was walking from patient to patient.

He had just been checking her temperature again, 38° Celsius, when Lydia walked into the room.

“Stiles? What are you still doing here? Your shift ended two hours ago.”

Two hours ago? He looked at his watch. “Oh, I hadn’t noticed.”

“Go home”, Lydia adviced kindly. “You need the sleep.”

Stiles nodded and turned to Mr. Hale. “Ms. Martin is going to take over the care of Thalia now.”

“Your shift ended two hours ago?”, he asked, frowning.

Stiles swallowed. “I assure you, Mr. Hale, I am still just as capable after a long shift.”

Mr. Hale shook his head. “That’s not what I meant. I just”, he thought for a moment,“Thank you. For staying with her. And please, call me Derek. I don’t know how to thank you.”

Stiles could feel heat rising to his cheeks. Derek was smiling kindly and it was doing all kind of things to Stiles’ heart.

“I’m just glad she’s okay, no need to, erm, thank me.”

“Mr. Doctor?”, Thalia called out. Stiles turned back to her to see Lydia still hovering at her side, checking over the information Stiles had written down.

“Yes?”, he asked, curious. Thalia had her father’s piercing gaze.

“I heard coffee is a good way to thank someone. Do you drink coffee?”

“I do? Yes.” He felt like he had passed some kind of test as Thalia smiled. She was still pale, but she looked more alive now.

“Dad?” For a moment the two just stared at each other, before Derek sighed with a small smile.

He looked exhausted, hut his posture was relaxed now and his (really beautiful face) had lost the weariness. “Would you like to get coffee with me someday, Mr. …?”

“Just call me Stiles. And I would love to.”

…

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Stiles wasn't self-conscious anymore. Not really. He had grown into his gangly frame. He had gained some muscles from the training with the pack. But this was something completely different.

This was Derek.

Stiles was pretty sure that it wasn't even the first time Derek was going to see him shirtless. There had too been too many bloody and torn shirts.

But this was the first time Derek was going to see him shirtless like this.

"Hey, Stiles, we don't have to do anything today. It's okay if you don't want to."

Stiles startled. He had momentarily forgotten that he was currently sitting in Derek's lap. Derek's hand were still on his waist, stroking gently over the exposed skin.

"We can just keep making out."

Stiles shook his head and leaned down to kiss Derek again, rocking his hips gently. "No, I want this", he mumbled. "But I'm not exactly, I don't have your body."

Derek jerked back, breaking the kiss.

"I love your body. I love everything about you."

Stiles snorted in disbelief. The line just sounded extremely cheesy.

Derek gently flipped them over, so that he was hovering above Stiles. "Hey", he murmured, gently laying a hand on Stiles' cheek. "Look at me."

Stiles couldn't meet his eyes, too scared to find pity there.

"You are so beautiful, Stiles. Everything about you is."

Derek leaned in for a kiss, keeping it soft. "Tell me to stop and I will, okay?", he asked and Stiles nodded, finally looking at him.

The emotions in Derek's gaze overwhelmed him.

Derek started running his hands up and down Stiles' side again, before he gently took Stiles' shirt of.

Stiles let him.

He leaned down and placed a single kiss above Stiles' wildly pounding heart. "So beautiful."

He kissed his collar bone, followed the moles scattered over his chest and Stiles could feel himself flush under Derek's loving gaze.

"I love you", he choked out and Derek leaned over him again, pressing their lips together. Stiles sighed into it and gathered Derek in his arms, holding him tightly.

"Can we just cuddle for tonight?", he asked quietly.

"Of course." Derek pressed a kiss into his hair and sat up to take his own shirt off. Stiles immediately cuddled back into his side, resting his head on Derek's chest.

"Are you okay?"

"Perfect."

APOLOGIES, I guess the rest of this series won’t be a countdown to Christmas anymore. Well, I guess you can view them as gifts?

Sterek Christmas Countdown 2016

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for @aure0liin

It became a routine. After a fight, no matter how violent and bloody or how quick and easy, Stiles and Derek would drift towards each other just to reassure themselves that they were okay.

It took Scott some time to notice. He hadn't expected this. He thought all the unresolved sexual tension would result in an one night stand. But the actual development of Stiles and Derek's relationship had been so much quieter and gentler.

Scott wasn't even sure if they were sleeping together.

All that bantering and bickering, almost playful and flirtatious.

All those fights and the protectiveness.

The moment the battle was over, it all melted away until it was just Derek and Stiles.

Scott looked around for them. They were standing a few metres away from the pack. Scott saw Stiles hesitantly reach out for Derek's hand. Derek didn't pull away. Scott was glad he didn't.

.

The pack gathered in Derek's loft. They were all exhausted, but one witch of the coven was still out there and they needed to prepare at least an emergency plan.

Scott was standing in front of the table, staring at the sheets of paper spread out on it.

Kira was by his side, looking over his shoulder.

He was suprised that Stiles wasn't standing next to him, but when he turned around he saw that Stiles had fallen asleep on Derek's shoulder on the couch. Derek was awake, watching Scott and Kira.

He tensed, but didn't move away from Stiles. Scott smiled carefully at him, trying to silently tell him that it was okay.

Whatever was going on between him and Stiles was okay.

.

The witch knocked Derek out with a spell before Scott was able to take her out. He felt Stiles' shout morre than he heard it.

There was a wild desperation in his eyes as he fell on his knees next to Derek, gathering the werewolf in his arms and holding on for dear life.

"Stiles", Isaac gently called hm. "Hey, I can hear his heartbeat. He is just unconcious", he tried to calm him down.

Stiles nodded furiously, muttering "okay" over and over, but not letting go of Derek for even one second.

.

Derek woke a few minutes later and Stiles nearly sobbed in relief. The pack started moving back to the cars, wanting to give them some privacy.

Scott could hear Derek's gentle voice as he walked through the trees.

"Hey, Stiles, it's okay. I'm okay."

He smiled gently. Whatever was going on between Stiles and Derek wasnt just okay, it was good. Brilliant. They deserved it.

APOLOGIES, I guess the rest of this series won't be a countdown to Christmas anymore. Well, I guess you can view them as gifts?

Sterek Christmas Countdown 2016

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Stiles smiled as he heard his window slip open. He turned just in time to see Derek climb through.

"Stop!", he called out and Derek froze. "Look up."

Derek gaze caught on the fake mistletoe Stiles had hung over the frame.

"Don't worry, it's plastic."

Derek rolled his eyes, but still waited for Stiles to come over and kiss him.

"Is this your way of saying I should kiss you hello more?", he asked playfully as he pulled Stiles in for a kiss.

Stiles hummed. "Maybe I just want you to use the door", he mumbled against Derek's lips.

"Can I come in now?", Derek asked as they separated.

Stiles smiled softly and moved to let him inside. "I don't get why you still insist on climbing in through the window. My dad knows. My dad invites you to dinner every Sunday. You could just use the front door like every other human."

Derek smirked. "But I am not human."

Stiles rolled his eyes, hitting Derek in the chest.

"And besides where would be the fun in that?", Derek asked, sitting down on Stiles' bed.

"You are such a dork."

Derek only shrugged, perfectly content and still grinning smugly.

Stiles sighed and moved over to him, sitting down in his lap. "If you keep cimbing through the window, I'm gonna leave the mistletoe up there and demand a kiss every single time."

"Sounds good", Derek murmured, his arms coming up around Stiles' waist, pushing him further into his lap.

"Dork."

"Nerd", Derek shot back and leaned in to kiss Stiles.

Stiles laughed into the kiss and pushed until Derek leaned back, laying back on the bed.

"My dork."

Derek's eyes softened, his hands stroking Stiles' sides. "Yours", he agreed, as Stiles leaned back in.

Sterek Christmas Countdown 2016

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for @halesheart

The first time it happens, Stiles swears it's an accident. One moment Derek had been shouting at him, calling him “human” and “defenseless” and the next they had been kissing. Well, Derek had kissed him. He was at least 57% sure that Derek had started it.

It probably had been the adrenaline. The thrill of still being alive, of winning a fight. It wasn't like he actually liked Derek. Sure, the guy was attractive, but he also was a giant asshole. And Stiles had been curious of being with a man. Maybe it had been that.

Now he felt kind of shitty. Derek wasn't just his personal sex toy to experiment with. Wow, that sounded so wrong.

Stiles carefully turned his head to glance at Derek, who was still laying next to him on the floor in the exact same position he had settled into after rolling off of Stiles. Because he had been on top of Stiles. Because they had been making out. Like teenagers. Which Stiles still was, a teenager.

“Do you think we maybe could take off our clothes the next time?”, he asked, his voice still kind of breathy.

If Derek hadn't been just as eager and desperate, Stiles would have been embarrassed. They had literally falling to the floor, making out and grinding against each other, rubbing off on each other. It had been over embarrassingly fast.

“Next time?”, Derek rasped. His eyebrows were doing that thing that Stiles had learned to read as “confused, bordering on defensive”.

“Or maybe not”, Stiles sighed and sat up. It probably was as awkward for Derek as it was for him. And why would Derek want him anyway? His own father didn't even want him. “It would probably be for the best anyway”, he mumbled as he slowly got to his feet, his jeans sticky and uncomfortable.

Derek was watching him, his expression carefully blank. Stiles hated it when he did that, when he purposefully shut everyone out.

“Riiiight.” Stiles shifted from one foot to the other as Derek continued to stare at him. “Good talk. Thanks for the orgasm”, he winced. What a smooth talker he was. “I'm glad you're not dead, see ya!”

And then he hurried the fuck out of the loft.

.

Seeing Derek again wasn't as awkward as he had expected. But now that he knew what the werewolf sounded like when he came undone, how soft his lips were, how good his body felt on top of Stiles' own...

Needless to say that he was kind of distracted.

It wasn't even his fault, Derek had his arms crossed, his muscles buldging and it was incredibly unfair and probably deliberate.

Derek Hale was evil.

.

Stiles wasn't quite sure why he stayed behind after. Derek was watching him and he nervously shifted his wheight.

"What do you want, Stiles?"

He winced. What did he want?

Derek crossed his arms again, defensive.

The movement caught Stiles' interest.

"I can smell you, you know?"

Stiles blushed bright red, but kept his chin up. "And what are you going to do about it?", he challenged.

Derek growled and charged forward.

.

They ended up in bed this time. Fully naked. Stiles fell asleep afterwards.

He was glad that Derek didn't kick him out, but when he woke up in the middle of the night, Derek was curled away from him.

Stiles sighed and turned around, away from Derek. He wondered if Derek would be able to smell his misery.

Maybe he should go.

They weren't dating. He was probably overstaying his welcome.

He shifted, trying to get comfortable again, but he was fully awake now.

.

He woke up with Derek's arms around him, feeling warm and safe. He shuffled closer to the werewolf, chasing the warmth. Derek grumbled sleepily, his face pressed to Stiles' neck.

"Good morning, sourwolf", Stiles mumbled. He turned around to face Derek, who was blinking at him sleepily.

The situation fully registered to him then, and he put a little more distance between them. Derek hadn't let go of him yet, but Stiles didn't want to overwhelm him.

"Uhm."

For a moment they just stared at each other.

"I should go, my dad's probably wondering where I am."

Derek nodded, taking his hands back.

Stiles got out of bed, but stopped to look at the werewolf.

Derek looked sadder than usual, disappointed somehow.

They should really talk about this.

"Do you wanna get coffee first?", he asked hesitantly.

"Yeah", Derek rasped and Stiles smiled. Maybe this could work after all.

Sterek Christmas Countdown 2016

I'm not quite content with the ending tbh

I apologise for the delay. My keyboard broke (the i, u and r) and I typed this on my mobile. On top of that I wrote my (LAST!!!) math exam and had to finish my project for art class.

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for @kisakon

I apologise for the delay. My keyboard broke (the i, u and r) and I typed this on my mobile.

"Why was my name on the king?", Derek asked one night. They had shared many sleepless nights, sitting together in the loft when neither of them wanted to be alone.

"What?", Stiles mumbled. He had slowly been drifting off.

"Why was my name on the king, Stiles?"

For a moment Stiles wanted to lie. He was better at lying to werewolves now.

"The king is the one you protect at all costs."

He could feel his cheeks burning. For a moment it was quiet.

"I can protect myself", Derek rasped.

"I know that", Stiles said quietly. "But the king is the most important piece on the board. Without him, you lose."

He didn't dare look up from his lap.

"I am the most important piece?", Derek asked hoarsely and Stiles nodded.

Derek's face was open and raw as he looked up. "Yeah, you're my king."

"I-" Derek was speechless.

"It's okay, you don't have to say anything. It's okay."

Derek shook his head. When he looked finally looked into Stiles' eyes, there was wonder in his stare.

"You are my lionheart."

Stiles snorted. The whole situation suddenly seemed ridiculous to him.

"I mean! You are my anchor, my emissary, my ma-" Derek cut himself off.

"I'm your anchor." Derek nodded.

"And I replaced Deaton?" Another nod.

"And your mate? That's what you wanted to say, didn't you?" He was breathless now.

Derek looked away. "It's not like I expect you to, this isn't-" He sighed, clearly frustrated, frowning deeply. "You are under no obligation."

Derek's face blank as he looked up again, but Stiles could see the terror in his eyes.

"Of course I am."

Derek flinched like Stiles had hit him.

"I never wanted to, you are too young!"

Stiles reached out for Derek's hand. "Hey, you didn't do anything wrong. You didn't force me. I am not forced by fate or werewolf biology or whatever." He squeezed his hand. "I love you."

Derek made a tiny noise, before he squeezed Stiles' hand back.

Stiles smiled softly and shuffled over until he could throw an arm around Derek and nuzzle into his neck.

Sterek Christmas Countdown 2016

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for @sterekisperfection

I'm sorry that this is so late, I studied for my biology exam and forgot to update.

Stiles rolled over and snuggled into Derek's chest. The werewolf was like a furnace and Stiles liked to take advantage of that whenever it got cold. He pressed his whole body against Derek.

Derek made a soft noise and wrapped an arm around his waist, holding him closer. Stiles sighed. He knew that his alarm would go off any minute, but for now he was warm and content. His lecture could wait.

"Hey Derek", he mumbled sleepily.

"Hmmm", came the grunted reply.

"We should do this all day. We could finally do the Lord of the Rings marathon and just cuddle for the whole day. What do you think?"

Derek opened his eyes and craned his neck to fully look at Stiles. "You wanna skip your lectures today?", he asked, his eyebrows raised.

"It's only one day and I already wrote all of my finals. And it's too fucking cold. Pleaaase?"

Derek huffed. "And what about my plans for today?"

Stiles shrugged. "Cancel them."

"For a lazy day in bed with you?" Derek smirked and Stiles knew he had him.

"For a lazy day in bed with your amazing boyfriend."

Derek sighed. "Fine." But he was smiling and he was still holding close.

"Poor alpha, has to spend his day in bed. Such a hardship", Stiles mocked for good measure.

"Mmmmhhh, everything is a harship with you."

Stiles wiggled his eyebrows. "I sense an innuendo."

Derek rolled his eyes. "What did I do to deserve this?"

"Shut up, you love me."

Derek answered with a kiss and Stiles smiled. One of these days he would get Derek to admit it.

Sterek Christmas Countdown 2016