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as promised! sheriff finds out about sterek tag won the poll, so here is the fic! this was so fun to write, i might do this next weekend too <3
title from "Message In A Bottle" by Taylor Swift.
will post on ao3 later.
He's thinking about last night, and how amazing and perfect it was, when he walks through the front door of his home. He's smiling, fond and breathless, because what he experienced last night? It was straight out of a fairytale. Once-in-a-lifetime, truly world changing, adorable.
He's so lost in thought, so completely gone on those strong hands and dazzling smiles, those perfect bunny teeth, that he doesn't hear his name being called. Doesn't even realize he's not alone in his home until he's being tapped on his head, a double-drum beat he's hated and loved, in equal measures, since he was four and went to the barber for his first ever hair cut that he remembers.
"Da-ad! Daddio! Didn't realize you were off shift," he says, flustered and panicked. What if he asks why he's smiling like this? Normally, when he's zoned out, he's usually also hyperfocused on a thing. This, though? This is highly unusual. And his dad's a cop ā he's the goddamn Sheriff. He'll be suspicious.
His dad looks at him, eyes squinted, looks him up and down. "Don't look dressed to impress," he mutters, more to himself than to him, but Stiles makes a noise of protest. He's dressed decently! His dad seems to think otherwise though. "You look like you had a fight with a cat, Stiles. That t-shirt is older than you are, why do you insist on wearing it?"
"Because it's comfy! I'll have you know, I have slept in this even when I did not have my pillow, and you know I can't sleep without it."
His dad puts up his hands in surrender. "Alright, alright. Then what were you smiling about? You clearly aren't coming back from a date."
"Hey! I could be," he isn't. Still, he has feelings and words hurt, okay?
"Dressed like that?" His dad snorts, and okay, actions hurt too! "Sure, kiddo."
"Well, my choice in a date clearly wouldn't be a snob like you, so it wouldn't matter to them if I'm dressed like this or in a suit." he shoots back, and realizes his mistake just as he's faced with his dad's full-tilt grin.
"Oh? A snob? Then I guess I imagined you having a crush on one Lydia Martin all these years."
Stiles has no out, and he knows this, his dad knows this, and they both know he's done lying at this point. Sure, there was a time when Stiles would have run circles with his words and confused his dad, but ever since the werewolf secret was revealed the Stilinski men have made a pact to always be honest with each other. Or, at least, not actively lie.
Omitting certain details though? That's fine.
So, Stiles confesses:
"Actually, dad, I did have a date."
"Bingo!"
"But it wasn't before me coming home." He scratches his neck, suddenly shy. He can feel his cheeks heating up, the memories of last night once again rushing through his mind.
"I take it was good, whenever it was. But wait, where were this afternoon then?"
"Oh, dad, don't ask. It was a terrible day, I tell you! Erica and Lydia wouldn't leave me alone until I told them every. Single. Detail."
His dad raises an eyebrow. His voice is stern as he speaks. "Young man, you're seventeen. I know you think having sex is the pinnacle of teenageā"
His dad smiles. Asks him if he's had dinner yet, and when he says no, tells him to tell him everything over dinner.
"Not everything," he clarifies quickly, "Just parts you're comfortable sharing with me."
Stiles loves him so much. He hugs his dad, tells him so, and starts to do just as he was asked to ā he heats his dinner up, his dad having already cooked and eaten, and then both of them settle on the dining table chairs.
Stiles tells him things.
How much he loved how his date came to pick him up from Lydia's, because she was the one who dressed him. His dad laughs at that part, and Stiles points his fork at him, trying to shut him up, but only succeeds in joining in on the laughter fest.
How much he loved the flowers he got, and how his date was a gentleman all night long. Opened all the doors for him, pulled out his chair at the restaurant, and even let him eat off of his plate. Didn't even tell him to shut up when he kept babbling at the cinema.
"I'm going to pause you here and ask ā you're dating a guy?"
"Not dating dating, since this was our first date, but... yeah." His dad knows he's bisexual, has known for a while, but this is the first person Stiles is dating ever and it's a guy.
He waits for his dad's reaction.
"You want to go on a second date with him?"
Stiles blows out a breath. Toys with his food a bit. The only thing he doesn't want to do in this moment is grin like a lunatic.
But he fails.
His dad holds his gaze and tells him, "Any person who makes you this happy, they get my approval."
"Dad," Stiles says, overcome with emotions. "Thank you."
"Always, kiddo. Your happiness is what matters to me. That being said, you need to do your laundry, and I'm going to go sleep. Night."
"Oh, come on! We were having a moment, and you totally ruined it!" He yells at his dad's back, which is shaking with laughter.
He yells good night, then thinks of his dad's reaction when he learns his date was Derek.
*
"I want to tell my dad."
This is their fifth date.
They're in a coffee shop a few towns over, just looking at each other, talking about this and that. About what Stiles wants to do after he completes his senior year, what Derek's plans were and what he ended up doing. It's a quiet environment, not many patrons here besides them, and they are in their own little bubble here.
Which pops rather loudly as Derek looks at him with the widest eyes he's ever seen.
Stiles tries not to laugh. He really, really does.
He ends up laughing, the other patrons and the waitstaff looking over at them at the sound.
"Are you scared? Of my poor ol' dad?"
"Your dad who is the Sheriff!" Derek hisses, trying to not let more attention come over them. "And I'm dating his underage son. Stiles! This is not funny."
"I'm sorry," he isn't, "But the Alpha of Beacon Hills is scared of an old man? That is funny as hell, Der."
"Stiles!"
"Darling," he tries to calm himself down, and looking into Derek's eyes has that effect on him, "It's okay. We don't have to tell him yet. It's just an idea, okay? We can wait until you're ready."
Derek takes a moment to process and reply. "Didn't you say he approves of your boyfriend?"
"My boyfriend who he probably thinks is my age, or like, maybe two or three years older. Not six."
Derek takes one look at him, at the hickey he's marked on his neck, and shakes his head rather aggressively. "No."
Stiles laughs and keeps laughing, until Derek shuts him up with a kiss.
*
The police station is nearly empty when he enters. It makes sense; it's lunch time and recently there hasn't been anything big. Which is good, really good.
It means he gets to finish his last year in school in peace, and he doesn't have to worry about his dad working himself to death.
It's a good time in Beacon Hills.
Stiles thinks so, right until the moment he's on his fifth bite of burger and his dad's staring down his own.
"You know, son, one day you are gonna have to make your boyfriend meet me."
Stiles chokes on his burger.
"If you can't eat the rest of it, maybe I canā"
"It's not healthy for you!" He shouts when he's feeling okay, and then, "Also, I could have died right now. Were you not worried?"
"I've seen you trip on air and gracefully fight off a rogue werewolf, Stiles."
"And?"
His dad just rolls his eyes, picks up his own healthy burger, smells it, and puts it down. "Smells nasty,"
"Good for your health," he sing-songs. And then, "It's only been a month, dad, jeez! Let us live a little. Plus, he's scared of you-" Fuck. His dad is looking at him weird.
"He's scared of me?"
"I mean, you're the Sheriff, so." He shrugs. It's totally a valid reason to be scared.
"Hmm. And there is no other reason?"
"Nope, not at all!"
"Right."
Stiles stuffs the rest of his burger into his mouth to avoid further questioning. His dad sighs, clearly thinking he's raised an animal, and attempts to eat his own lunch.
By the time he's done, he's licking his fingers.
"Told you it tastes better than it smells."
His dad meticulously wipes his mouth, his fingers with napkins. Stiles is drinking his banana smoothie.
"And I told you I want to meet the boy who has got you so chipper."
Stiles ends up snorting the smoothie out his nose.
"Oh, lord."
His dad is clearly questioning Stiles' existence. At this point, Stiles is doing the same.
*
His dad doesn't leave the issue, and after continuous requests ā orders, more like ā Stiles breaks down in front of Derek.
Derek, the pure, innocent soul whose color leaves him the moment Stiles tells him of his dad's demands.
"I need to create a will." Is what Derek answers with.
Stiles agrees, and adds, "Erica will be a good Alpha, I think."
They both hold each other, then, fearing the worst.
*
Stiles tries to soften the blow by providing his dad with unhealthy food for three days straight.
Three is his limit.
"Derek, I'm sorry, but I can't do this any longer."
Derek accepts his fate rather bravely. Eyes steeled with determination, he walks into the Stilinski home, and Stiles follows, once again rehearsing the speech in his mind.
Dad, I know this isn't what you were expecting. But this is my boyfriend. Derek Hale. Yes, I know he's 23 and I'm 17, but dad. I like him so much. And he likes me that much back. We are good together. You know I have been happy, and dad, Derek has been too. You know because I know you have seen him around. Dadā
Turns out, he need not have prepared the speech.
Because his dad? Is kind of an asshole.
The very first thing when he enters the living room is Derek's back, because he's frozen in the middle of the room, eyes locked onā
The banner.
That reads WELCOME DEREK HALE.
"You knew." He looks at his dad, who is smiling smugly.
"Yes."
"How?"
"I think you are forgetting, kiddo, but I'm a cop."
"But you- the steaks! Dad!"
His dad doesn't even have the decency to fake remorse.
"Come on, Der, we are leaving."
He tugs on Derek's hand, makes him move back out the door. Derek follows, but only after saying:
"Thank you for not killing me!"
"You're welcome, son!" His dad yells back.
The son sends a warmth through Stiles' entire being, the easy acceptance of Derek into their little unit of family a welcome gift. When Stiles looks at Derek, he sees his boyfriend reflecting the same emotions.
*
Later that same night, his dad calls to tell him this ā
"Stiles, I love you, kiddo. And I want you to be happy. And I guess your happiness is with Derek. It was hard to digest at first, but then I saw you both at the bookstore." Stiles remembers that day ā it was their second date. "I knew you were dating someone, a boy, and I connected that information with what I saw, and I came up with my son dating an older boy. It angered me, concerned me. But then I saw past that, because I saw how he was with you and you with him.
It was like watching the past. I won't call this young love, because clearly this is more than that. I'm not sure how you would feel about this years down the line, if it will even be true, but I have a conviction that a decade from now, maybe even sooner, I won't be calling my son and his boyfriend, but my sons. My son, and his husband."
Stiles has tears in his eyes, but it is okay, because Derek does too. And from the way his dad's voice cracks, so does he.
"I love you, Stiles."
"Love you, dad. So much."
His dad hangs up the call, and Stiles buries himself into Derek's chest.
"Your father is a good man," Derek tells him, and Stiles nods. "I won't let him down. I won't let you down."
"I know."
Stiles tilts his head, and Derek tilts his, and they kiss, a gentle, soft kiss that conveys the conviction of his dad's words, and their hope of its truth.
(It's true. His dad even recounts this tale at the wedding reception ā how he knew and he played on Stiles' fear to eat unhealthy food for three days straight.
Everyone laughs, and then Stiles has to suffer as his husband ā husband! ā gangs up on him with his dad.
Un Unhappy Wolf, Un Unique Banshee, Deux Dangerous Humans, Cinq Cute Wolves
(i know it's a longass title. I love it though)
Stiles moves between the two factions and smiles brightly, relieved. āYou all made it! Whoop whoop!ā
Scott stares at him. āStiles?ā
Stiles turns towards him, emulates the same tone. āScott?ā
āWhat are you doing here?ā
Huh?
āWhat the fuck do you mean heās doing here, you dimwit? Heās the one who invited your furry ass!ā Erica growls out, and yup, this is going to get bloody if he doesnāt intervene properly.
So Stiles shouts, āMovies!ā
OR
A Fic fic'ed because i wanted to fic.
Also known as the fic i wrote after getting fed up with learning French and thinking I'll now forever forget English.
A Post-Movie, Fix-It Fic, even though I haven't watched the movie and gleaned spoilers like a pride-hungry Achilles.
will post this on ao3 later, when i'm not in the classroom (it's a free period). for now:
Tags: Post-Movie Fix-It, Alpha Derek Hale, Established Relationship, Mild Sexual Content, Married Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Eli Calls Stiles 'Tata', Spark Stiles Stilinski
also, yes, the title comes from Niall's "This Town." Current fave.
"Do you think they'll believe this?"
"They will. They have to."
Stiles doesn't look sure, so Derek takes his hands in his ā wincing at the movement because of the bullet wound that still hasn't healed; the Nogitsune's magic is gone from the wound and Derek himself, as it is from Allison, but some effects remain, because they're a part of them. Of their hurts and scars.
Nobody knows this better than Stiles, who still wakes up during the night to fight off a shadow that isn't there, and nobody knows it better than Derek himself, who calms Stiles down after, through calls and gentle voice most days and with firm hands when they're lucky enough to be together.
So, of course, Stiles notices the movement and his eyes shutters.
"No. Don't do that again. This wasn't your fault, okay?"
They're sitting face to face on the bed at a hotel in a random ass town, far away from Beacon Hills, far away from everything that could ruin them. And yet Stiles is broken at the meagre survival of what Derek has brought from that town.
Somedays, Derek wonders how he could have stayed there all these years. And then he remembers the way Stiles lights up when he talks to his dad, alive and doing well, all thanks to Derek keeping a close eye on him.
There's more than one reason he took up that consulting job at the Sheriff's Station.
"Stiles. It wasn't your fault. It was Scott's idea to give the jar to Liam and his new pack member, even after you told him no. You did what you could, and you know I did too. Do you blame me for it?"
Stiles cups his face, and Derek lets him. "No, never!"
Derek takes Stiles' hands in his again, kisses the tightly-gripped knuckles. "I love you," he tells his husband sincerely, "But sometimes you're an idiot. None of this was your fault, alright?"
Stiles smiles a little at that. Derek counts it as a win.
Stiles' voice, when he speaks, is soft and desperate. "They'll believe it?"
Derek isn't the biggest believer in the world, in anything, but he has trust in one person: Stiles Stilinski-Hale.
"It was your idea to fake my death. I don't know how exactly you did it, or roped Parrish into it, or even how much magic you used to make everyone see what you wanted to ā but you did it. So, yes, my love, I know that they'll believe it."
Stiles laughs, watery and lovely, and Derek pulls him in his arms, kisses him and keeps kissing him until Stiles is pulling away, giggling and breathing out a, "Keep your hands away, Hale! It tickles!"
Derek just grins and leaps to tickle him more, and Stiles stays, because he knows the pain Derek is in and Stiles has never abandoned him anyways.
He won't start now.
*
Convincing Eli of the plan was the hardest part, given the fact that he had to see his dad burning even though that actually didn't happen, but now that Derek sees his pup and his husband cuddle up on the couch together like this, Eli's head on Stiles' lap and Stiles' eyes gazing down lovingly at their sleeping child, Derek decides this was worth it.
Lying to John, the pack, and staying away from Stiles was worth it, just for this moment, and the countless others they'll have moving forward.
A thought occurs to him, and he snorts. Stiles looks up at him, eyebrow raised, and he can't help but whisper:
"They really thought I'd let Scott and Allison raise my pup?" Having Eli wear Scott's jersey was more than enough. Eli hated it, he wanted to wear his Tata's jersey, but he's always been smart and he knew from young that his fathers have a secret that needs to be kept.
Eli really is Stiles' kid.
"They're idiots. They believed that I was too busy to come to my dad's rescue, so. And not to mention that they think I just abandoned Roscoe! Like, seriously, guys? And then they claim to be my best friends."
Stiles' increasing volume has Eli waking up, so Derek takes the place next to Stiles, Eli's legs on his own lap even as their pup's eyes flutter shut again to Stiles' polish lullaby.
"Hell, Lydia knew Eli knows Polish. I thought she'd figure us out soon, and nearly two decades later, she still hasn't."
"Yeah." Stiles gnaws on his lip, turns to look at him. "Let's not talk about them, okay? This is just us. Just us like it was always supposed to be, my heart."
Stiles leans in to kiss him, and he does too.
Eli wakes up in the middle of it, his fathers touching their foreheads and kissing each other in turns, and promptly decides to head out after flailing to be let out of their embrace.
"I'm taking the jeep!"
"You better be careful, then!" Stiles shouts, and Eli responds with a salute and disgusted face.
Derek laughs and laughs, and feels the most alive he's felt in a long, long time. Ironic, considering he's had to fake his death to achieve this.
Stiles pokes him in the stomach then, goads him with his eyes.
"Since we are alone now... and considering the last time I saw you was on that fake Mechanic Convention you made up exactly seven months ago..."
Derek's eyes are red and he's picked up Stiles before the sentence can be completed.
"GROSS! EW, EW, EW!"
"Get out of the hearing distance, kiddo," Derek whispers, and then there are no more words spoken. It's only him and Stiles, and one very recognizable screech from the jeep.
Eli better not be home soon.
Especially because...
"Oh, fuck, fuck. I love your alpha eyes, my Alpha. Can't believe they even missed this, the aura of power you give off ā well, except Peter because he's ā"
"Can we not talk about my uncle while I'm trying to fit my cock in you?"
"Right, right, right. I just- they're idiots. The real alpha was among them, and they still- whatever. I'm glad. You're mine, alright, only mine."
...he gets to watch Stiles come undone before him, like this, mouth open, eyes shut, face slack in pure bliss. He gets to hear Stiles call him his, he gets to claim Stiles as his own, watch his body as he loves and bites and worships Stiles' body, Stiles' existence.
He gets to be with Stiles.
The past fifteen years were rough and unbelieving, but he knows in the heart of his hearts that it was the last sacrifice he had to make.
In return, he gets this: Stiles in his arms, Eli's I'm watching a movie, be back as soon as it's clear, and John's you better be with Stiles right now, and Eli best be with you, Hale.
Well. Perhaps John wasn't fooled ā he knew. But that's to be expected.
Stilinskiās are smart.
And he gets to have and love three generations of them.
written for OFOM, a personal writing side-quest. prompt is "learn". title inspired by Taylor Swift's "dancing with our hands tied."
relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski
summary: stiles goes off to hunt a rogue werewolf alone, gets bitten, and learns a thing or two about life, precisely in that order.Ā
The forest is silent. No birds, no animals, no wind. Nothing, nada.
Bullshit.
"I know you're out there," the perfect bait. Annoying, stupid, perfect.
Derek will kill him. Skin him alive, bite himĀ with his teeth.
Derek isn't here right now, though.
"So you're the human they talk about."
But the rogue wolf is.Ā Bingo.
A snap of a twig, and Stiles turns, ducks and dodges. Sharp, wicked claws fly inches above his face, a small arc, and he kicks his legs out, the act making the rogue wolf's legs give out. But oh, he's aĀ wolf, and Stiles is only human.
The wolf doesn't fall. Follows after Stiles who runs; a desperate, quick chase that ends with Stiles pinned down beneath the wolf, breathing hard becauseĀ the fucking weight.
The wolf's whole body is on his back, his arm twisted and behind him, blue with the grip the wolf has.
"You're not much of a human, no?" Stiles struggles, breathes out his mouth, spits out leaves and mud.Ā Ew. "I have seen much better. Stronger, faster. Nearly wolf-like in their stature, in their nature. Such beauty."
The grip on his arm loosens, and suddenly Stiles is looking into very feral, ecstatic eyes. "I thought you'd be more feral." The wolf opens his mouth, fangs out, gums black, teeth dripping a deep red.Ā Spoke too soon. "That's what I'm talking about."
The wolf grabs his chin, thumb and four fingers squeezing the lower part of his face, as if inspecting him. Stiles doesn't mind ā both his hands are free, now, and he's always loved the cargo pants; It has many pockets.
"Now that I've seen you up close, I get why Hale's kept you near. You'reĀ exquisite."
"Thank you." Stiles is, really. He's grateful for yet another villain monologue. Gives him time for planning and escaping, which he is. Escaping, that is: mountain ash in his left hand, a knife in his right, and with just the right force and a hopefully right aim even with his eyes focused on the wrong part of the target...
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Written for Boyd Appreciation Week 2022, Day 5: Slice Of Life. @softranswolves.Ā Ā
Rating: Mature
Relationship(s): Vernon Boyd/Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd & Hayden Romero, Vernon Boyd & Original Female Character, Vernon Boyd & The Hale Pack 2.0
Tags: POV Vernon Boyd, Alternate Universe - Everybody Lives/Nobody Dies, Alpha Derek Hale, Background Relationships, Fluff, Slice of Life, Non-Graphic Smut, Erica Reyes Loves Vernon Boyd, Vernon Boyd Loves Erica Reyes, Future Fic, Married Vernon Boyd/Erica Reyes
Word Count: 2.4k
Summary: It's just another Tuesday in Boyd's life.
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Morning, 6:32 am.
There's heat on his back, on his legs, and there's friction as he rubs against the mattress and he moans, unable to resist. Erica's leg fall open just a little more as he shifts himself into position, his boxer-briefs clad cock against Erica's nightgown-covered, wet, warm hole. She's half-asleep, never one to wake-up early, and he thrusts upward, slow and sleepy. A few thrusts in and Erica's eyes are fluttering open, eyelashes framing the most gorgeous pair of eyes he's ever seen. Maybe he's biased, but at this point, the only thing he cares about is pressing so very, very close to his wife.
"G'morning," Erica says, voice rough from sleep and previous night's face-fucking. He doesn't let her speak more, captures her lips with his and starts thrusting harder, rougher. He's always felt more energized when she's awake.
They kiss and kiss and kiss, soft and lazy, a contradiction to the way their hips are working against each other's. In minutes they're both stilling, in sync with each other; their pulse, their race to the finish line, their tongues, all of it syncing and stopping at once, the thread of fate binding them together glowing golden as they both pant heavily.
He'd always believed in destiny, way back when he was still a child unaware of the power of the Moon. Meeting Erica had only reinforced it, and with every breath and love-filled orgasm they continue to share, his faith in destiny only increases.
There's no one in this world who could have meant more to him, and he's so, so glad that he gets shower Erica with his love everyday. Euphemism not intended, but it's not like it's not true.
Erica, who had slid off of him, curls against his side now, hand coming up to pet his chest hair she refuses to be cut. She whispers, a little bit giggly, "I know what you're thinking about,"
He turns his head and watches her for a moment, puts his on top of hers on his chest. Strokes with his thumb, little circles of comfort and touch. Asks faux-dubiously, "Oh? Do you, now?"
She clears her throat, and when she speaks her voice is considerably low. "Erica is the best. I love Erica. Erica and I are meant for each other. I love Erica more than I love blueberry pancakesā"
He moves, quick and swift, and bats away Erica's struggling hands away from his body as he envelops her smaller one with his own. He intertwines their fingers together, her arms folded above her head, and waits for her laughter to dwindle down into appreciative sighs.
"I love it when you get all up on me," she says, and he refuses to smile, keeps his face stoic.
"I am sad," he declares, "Nay, devastated. Six years we have been together, nearly a month since we have been married. And yet you believe a lie about me."
She quirks her eyebrow, head bobbing seriously as she follows along. Licking her lips, she asks, "Is it about me saying you love me more than blueberry pancakes?"
written for @sterekdrabbles; May 02: sneeze, breeze, freeze & March 07: Zipper, Spectacular, Responsible.
tags: established relationship, non-graphic smut, alpha derek hale
word count: 200w
read on ao3 or below.
The breeze is insistent as it pushes Derek backwards with its force, but he is nothing if not determined: Stiles had said, "Catch me if you can, Alpha," and he is going to catch his mate, whatever it takes. Even if he's sure Stiles is using magic to make him stumble and delay.
He grins, feral, when he hears Stiles curse, low, "Not sunflowers!" followed by a sneeze. Stiles is allergic to them.
The heavy breeze freezes as Stiles loses concentration on controlling it, and Derek takes the chance and pounces.
"I win," he declares, Stiles, sweetly pilant, under him.
The scent of arousal coming from Stiles that follows is spectacular, and he inhales greedily. He'll never get enough of it. Of how much Stiles wants him. Of the fact that he's responsible for making Stiles feel good, that he's allowed.
"Hey, big guy," Stiles says around a grin, "Guess you found me."
"I'll always find you,"
"Even without the sunflowers?" Stiles smirks, and Derek kisses it away promptly. He kisses down and down, until Stiles is moaning beneath his shifting weight, keeps kissing until he reaches Stiles' pant's zipper.
He pulls it down and wraps his mouth around Stiles.
Ship(s): Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Minor Vernon Boyd/Erica Reyes
Tags: POV Stiles Stilinski, Alpha Derek Hale, Rebuilt Hale House, Pining, Derek Hale is a Softie, Derek loves Stiles, Stiles loves Derek, Implied Sexual Content, hints at bottom!derek, way too much appreciation of derek's smiles, Inspired by Tumblr (this post by @familiaranonymous to be exact)
Word Count: 2k
Summary:
Stiles is sad when he learns that Derek is going on a date. Well, until he's told who the said date is.
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Erica is the last one to leave, a smile on her face and a bounce in her step as she presses a kiss to his cheeks, then Derek's.
"Have fun," Derek tells her with a smile of his own, small but genuine and utterly captivating.
"I will!" A high-pitch squeal follows that declaration, and then she's leaving, heels tapping against the wooden floor of the front porch of the Hale House. Both of them watch her leave in her hard-earned Mustang, a dark, deep green color that suits her now tamer personality. To Stiles she'll always be the firecracker she was at sixteen, but they're older now, more mature and more settled in their own bodies. But she'll always be his Catwoman, no matter what.
Even if she'll no longer be Erica Reyes.
"Boyd's going to love tonight," he says, aware of Derek beside him. They're standing close, touching from shoulders to their elbows. Derek's hands are perched on the railings while his are crossed over his own chest. It's a role reversalāand he can't even begin to articulate how he feels about that.
Derek's been opening up more, recently. He smiles more and laughs more, eyes crinkling shut and mouth falling open, cheeks turning a pretty pink in the December cold. He's beautiful from the outside and Stiles is beginning to see the outpouring of his beautiful soul outside, too. It's like everything he's forever known about Derek is now out in the open, ready to be seen and heard and touched, not sacred anymore to late night conversations where Derek would rap on his windowsill and he'll let him in.
Stiles is scared he'll lose Derek. He's scared and sorrowful of all the things he's going to lose now that Derek is vulnerable. It's a good thing, actually, but for Stiles it's a nightmareāwho is he to Derek, if he's not the only one Derek would really talk to?
He's noone.
He's just trying to protect his heart.
(ps: this fic sounds way angstier than it is; it's actually cute, imo)
a gift fic for the wonderful @raisesomehale for her birthday!! i posted the fic on ao3 on her birthday itself but figured i'd make a tumblr post for it as well because i like to keep my masterlist updated.
relevant tags: past stiles/omc (very brief; they break up off-screen), post-canon (post season 6), future fic, spark stiles stilinski, stiles leaves beacon hills, derek leaves beacon hills, getting together, first kiss, fluff and angst
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There are a million other things he should be doing right now, like crying, eating ice-cream and watching rom-coms and crying more, but instead heās unloading his shopping bagāa bright yellow thing made of paper, made sturdier with magic, thank you Lydiaādown onto the floor of his studio apartment. Two crystal orbs are placed neatly in front of his knees, inches apart because heās sitting cross-legged. Unscented candles come out next and are put in the exact center of the orbs, unlit for now. More materials come out and are placed exactly as the magic book instructed, and fifteen-minutes later he relaxes with a satisfied sigh.
āI hope you work,ā he tells the page thatās open on the magical book, and with a murmur to his past-self berating for drinking so muchāseriously, his head is pounding worse than the time he almost got pounded into a pulp by that troll back when he used to live in Beacon Hillsāand a prayer to Powers That Be asking to save him from Lydiaās wrath when she inevitably finds about him attempting such a pathetic thing, he starts reading the spell. Itās written in Greek, which was a surprise to him because most things are written in Latin, but hey, he isnāt complaining. He can definitely say that his Greek is better, so really, this was meant to be.
Well. Maybe not the part where he cried inside the bathroom of the restaurant after Robert dumped him today in the afternoon, or when he decided to get very, very drunk before it even hit five in the evening butā¦ perhaps this is how he was always meant to find his One True Love, if those things even exist. The last time heād even remotely believed in such a thing was when he was 17 and starting to recover from the worst months from his life, hoping for a True Loveās Kiss to cure him, but that never came.
Shaking his thoughts of the past, he focuses on the spell.
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Tags: Alternate Universe, Lawyer Lydia Martin, Lawyer Erica Reyes, Sexual Content, Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Porn Without Plot, though some feelings did sneak in
[also on ao3]
Ericaās lips are soft and plump under her own, the taste of her driving Lydia crazy with lust. Their hands are scratching against each otherās dress, a race to get the other naked as quickly as possible.
Tags: AU, more like canon complicit, Dark Alan Deaton, Memory Alteration, Alpha Derek Hale, Magical Stiles Stilinski, Stiles Stilinski Is Part of The Hale Pack, Mates Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Pack Bonding, Established Relationship, Secret Relationship, Pack Cuddles, Fluff & Angst, Happy Ending
Word Count: 2.4k
Summary:
He answers her unasked question.
"My magic remembered him even if I didn't. Same as his wolf remembered me. It wasn't ideal but... it was something."
"Something amazing," Boyd says.
Stiles grins, blinking back tears, and says, "Yeah." Thinking he was going crazy when he'd get flashes of a childhood he didn't rememberāand with Derek, of all peopleāwasn't great, but having climbed up the rope now, he knows that however tedious the climb itself was, the view from up here, so to speak, was definitely worth it.
OR
Alan Deaton did some fucked up things, got his dues (courtesy of Stiles and Derek), and now Derek and Stiles are explaining things to their Pack.
Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Wishy Washy Timeline, Bad Friend Scott McCall, Alpha Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski Is Part of The Hale Pack, Pack Bonding, Attempt at Humor, Fluff, Angst, Sexual Humor, Happy Ending, Minor Kira Yukimura/Scott McCall, Implied Scott/Allison/Isaac, Pre-Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Developing Relationship, One Shot
Word Count: 2.5k
Summary:
He decides to wait by leaning against his Jeep because it was too hot inside, and right on dot, the Camaro slides into place behind his Jeep.
Stiles smiles as Derek lowers his window. He's looking hot as always, of course, and he even has sunglasses on.
Derek smiles cheekily and asks, "Hey, Stiles, want a ride?"
OR
This fic was supposed to be short and fluffy and funny, but then it turned into a Scott/Stiles Friendship Break Up fic. Bonus: Alpha Derek Hale and Stiles calling him Alpha.
Hey guys! I've been having a crappy few days and when that happens I like to disappear into the amazing world of fanfiction. So to anyone who's having a hard time of it or just wants to escape how crappy the world is sometimes or just want to read... Fic Recsšš
The Night of the Dance by christinchen - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 1822, sterek)
Stiles is taking Derek to prom and he's freaking out about it
Dream by dylan_blaze_nightstars - (Rating: G, Words: 645, sterek)
"Stiles leaves his window open no matter the weather or season after Derek leaves.
Itās the only thing left for him to do. Wait for his return."
Howl A Little Louder For Me by raisesomehale - (Rating: Mature, Words: 13543, sterek)
Stiles just looks at him. Studying him. Eyes slowly narrowing like he thinks heās lying. The hand holding his motherās conduit drops to slide inside his pocket. And then he just stares down at Derek. Addressing him.
āWhy are you here, wolf? This close to The Wall, this close to Samhain? You must have a death wish.ā
āJust,ā Derekās eyes slip shut and he exhales heavily through his nostrils, āJust take me to the hunters.ā
A beat.
āEven Iām not that big of an asshole.ā
Chased by tryslora - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 11213, sterek)
Alpha Seeks Omega
I am looking for an Omega to chase. Primary gender doesnāt matter. Age doesnāt matter. I just need a good, fun, long chase. Details will be kept confidential. This isnāt about sex; it should be platonic. Omegas due for heat will not be entertained.
Stiles needs this job...
Spoiler: it doesn't stay platonic.
Parent-Teacher Conference by misswhimsy - (Rating: G, Words: 1202, sterek)
āSo you know how I was talking about sitting in on one of Eli's classes after the parent teacher conference thing?ā
āYes.ā
āI may have requested they transfer him to one of the other classes.ā
āWhat? Stiles, he's in second grade, what could have possibly happened?ā
Nighttime Runs and Warm Beds by justanotherbusyfangirl - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 1248, sterek)
Derek returns home from a run to find a familiar body in his bed.
Bleeding Out For You (even if it's the last thing i'll ever do) by whenwordsmakesense - (Rating: T, Words: 1203, sterek)
"You're bleeding because of me."
And there it is. Derek's guilt at hurting him plain to see, making Stiles want to scream because Kate is fucking dead but she still won't stop ruining themāruining Derek.
All the progress Derek makes, all the genuine smiles he lets others see, all of it vanishes after one nightmare with her in it. Stiles knows healing isn't linear, knows it like the back of his hand, knows it personally, but he still hates this.
OR
Derek has a nightmare. This is the aftermath.
Hearts On Fire by frownypup - (Rating: Mature, Words: 6617, sterek)
Fate brings Stiles to ending up as a fireman, and he loves every second of it. Derek hates the job because fire took things from him. If it takes Stiles too, Derek...he just can't.
Not Your Disney Romance by Rawren (Deshonanana) - (Rating: Mature, Words: 42065, sterek)
How far do I have to go to get to you by toomuchplor - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 5189, sterek)
Stiles never knows if it's worse when Derek Hale steps out of the shadows or when he slinks back into them; either way, Stiles never expected to have this many feelings about his stupid old yellow owl shirt.
3. "I'd come for you. No matter what, when you need me, I'll be there."
Thank you for the prompt ā¤ and I hope you like what I managed to come up with!
Fall Apart In The Day (i'll make you whole in the night)
Rating: Teen & Up
Relationship(s): Vernon Boyd/Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd & Cora Hale, Erica Reyes & Derek Hale
Tags: Minor Sterek, BAMF Erica Reyes, BAMF Boyd, The Alpha Pack, Action, AU - Canon Divergence, AU - Everybody Lives/Nobody Dies, Erica Reyes Lives, Vernon Boyd Lives, Implied Sexual Content, Time Skips, Pack Family, Pack Cuddles, Pack Feels, Angst with a Happy Ending, One Shot
Word Count: 2.9k
Summary:
She traces the scar with her fingertips, feather-light touches that take her back to that night, when she was so sure she'd never see the morning of her sixteenth birthday. She smiles now, eyes watery as she looks at her own reflection in the mirror.
"You made it out, Erica," she tells herself, fingers moving from her neck to the junction between it and her left shoulder. Her Mating-Bite sits proudly there, marking up her in a way she had never thought possible for herself.
She closes her eyes and thinks of a different night.
Then she thinks of the moment it all began.
OR
Erica lives. But she is plagued by her own psychological demons.
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8. āThe nightmares are just an illusion. Iām really here.ā
Another h/c!!! Lol I'm sensing a building theme here. Also, thank youu friend š
Bleeding Out For You (even if it's the last thing i'll ever do)
Rating: Teen & Up
Relationship(s): Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Tags: Canon Compliant, Married Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Nightmares, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Hurt Stiles Stilinski, Emotionally Hurt Derek Hale, Derek Hale Loves Stilinski, Stiles Stilinski Loves Derek Hale
Word Count: 1.2k
Summary:
"You're bleeding because of me."
And there it is. Derek's guilt at hurting him plain to see, making Stiles want to scream because Kate is fucking dead but she still won't stop ruining themāruining Derek.
All the progress Derek makes, all the genuine smiles he lets others see, all of it vanishes after one nightmare with her in it. Stiles knows healing isn't linear, knows it like the back of his hand, knows it personally, but he still hates this.
OR
Derek has a nightmare. This is the aftermath.
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Quote āWe are Predators, we donāt have to be Killersā credit goes to Teen Wolf | Quote āThereās two sides to this War. But I want you to choose a third: Meā credit goes to me (@fanfics-fix).
Thereās a War going on. Humans vs Supernaturals. Ever since the existence of the supposed mythical beings got well-known, the world has not known peace.
Enter Stiles Stilinski, the Argentās best weapon. Even though he is human, he is the most feared creature on the planet: with hundreds of kills under his belt, he has single-handedly erased the existence of a plethora of feral creatures this side of the coast.
Now, enter Derek Hale. One of the few survivors of his former pack, Derek only has one goal: to survive. He isnāt into revenge like his uncle, or even into expanding his pack like his Alpha, Laura. But fate has other plans.
When Stilesā and Derekās path cross, more than just their hearts are in the line of fire. Stiles learns of the Argentās conspiracy against the supernaturals, and Derek learns that he is doomed to fall in love with the worst people.
And oh, yeah. Heās also an Alpha now, because apparently the universe hates him (like he didnāt know that already).
āAllison,ā he says, more a whisper than a command. But Allison stiffens just the same, the easy atmosphere of a post-coital cuddle session turning sharp with the strategies they use on-field. āTell me. Tell me itās not true.ā
Allison moves out of his arms, pale skin shimmering under the moonlight. Her face isnāt visible to him, but he knows sheās biting her lip, thinking of an answer that is both diplomatic and false. He knows because heās been privy to her trust before.
He steels himself for whatever lie she is going to spew.
He is not ready for her to crumble, for her to turn back around with her cheeks streaked with tears; awful, awful sobs wrecking her petite frame from their force.
He opens his arms for her and lets her settle against him, decides that whatever theyāre hiding from him to make him complicit with their unknown agenda can wait another day. He has sided with them ever since he learnt to use a gun, when he was barely ten, so what can a dayās difference make to help remove the sins from his ledger?
When Allison speaks, itās a miracle he can even hear her. Sheās so quiet, her words hardly out of her mouth, that if he werenāt pressed right against her, chin on her head and ears trained for every little sound, he wouldnāt have heard her. But he does. He hears her and wonders what has he done.
