Summary: Stiles comes back from a month in Poland to... a half-naked, non-verbal, semi-feral Derek. He's determined to help Derek get back to normal, and if that involves cuddles... who is he to say no?
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He sees blue eyes blink in the darkness.
“Derek?”
The growling continues.
“Peter?”
The growling grows in volume and pitch.
“Shit.”
Stiles takes a slow step toward the door, careful to keep his motions smooth.
“Der, I really hope that’s you.”
The growling softens.
“You can come out, you know. I don’t know what’s happening, and I know you don’t like using your words all that much, but, c’mon, man,” Stiles keeps his voice low and calming as he takes another few steps toward the door. “Whatever’s going on, you know I’ll help. That’s my whole thing.”
Just as Stiles reaches the steps that lead up towards his door, a shape moves in the darkness and he tenses again.
Then Derek steps toward the house and Stiles feels the air whoosh out of his lungs.
Derek is wearing only a pair of dirty, ripped jeans. He doesn’t have any visible wounds, but blood is smeared across one arm and his ribs. He’s also still growling.
“Der? What’s up, dude?”
Derek rushes forward and Stiles flails one arm and doesn’t even have time to trip or stumble or grab for the door before Derek is on him. Strong arms wrap around Stiles’ back and warm breath washes over Stiles’ neck as Derek practically buries his face there. Stiles breathes heavily for a few seconds. He hadn’t truly been scared of Derek hurting him, but he definitely feels wary about this strange behavior.
Stiles brings one arm up and pats at Derek’s bare back. “Hey, Der, good to see you too. How about we go into the house?”
Derek whimpers softly and Stiles pats Derek’s back more resolutely. “C’mon. We’re going inside.”
He tries to pull back slightly, but Derek doesn’t let go at all.
“Der,” Stiles says softly. “C’mon. I’m cold and I’m wearing clothing. Unlike you. Let’s go inside so I can warm up. And then I’ll try to figure out what’s going on with you. While you warm up. C’mon.”
He turns slightly and pulls on one of Derek’s arms a little and they reach for the door together. Derek seems to realize that Stiles isn’t trying to get away from him at all, and lets himself be manhandled a little, but he also keeps his other arm firmly around Stiles’ back, holding him so their bodies touch pretty much from shoulder down to knee.
“This is a little awkward,” Stiles half-laughs as they move through the doorway.
Once inside, Derek pushes the door closed and locks it before crowding Stiles up against the wall and tucking his face in Stiles’ neck again. At least the growling has stopped.
“I know I’ve been gone for a few weeks,” Stiles says as he brings a hand up to rest on Derek’s shoulder again, “and I’ve missed you too. But this… Derek, it hasn’t been that long.” When Derek doesn’t move or respond, Stiles asks, “Dude, what’s up? This isn’t normal, even for you, and you’ve got a pretty wide range of what I consider normal.”
Derek shrugs and runs his nose slowly up Stiles’ neck.
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Tags: Established Relationship, Canon Divergence, Void Stiles, Dark Stiles, Feral Derek, Beta to Alpha Derek, Minor Character Death, Kidnapping, Gore, Top Derek Hale/Bottom Stiles Stilinski, Wolfed-Out Sex, Mates, Bad Friend Scott McCall, Dark Allison
Summary: Stiles could be meek, sure. In Derek’s arms, softened under the touch, pinned under his weight. He allowed himself to relax only in Derek’s sole presence.
Stiles could also look meek. Small, scared. Let the enemies think he was hiding in his mate’s shadow. After all, no one would stop to think that the shadow could ever be dangerous.
So, I might have lost my mind and decided that being in four teams for this year's @sterekreversechallenges Reverse Bang was a good idea. I wasn't planning on writing two fics, but I saw the art and immediately knew that me and @sugareey-makes-stuff had to work together and the rest, as they say, was history! We pushed it to the wire with the last chance deadline (sorry, and thank you mods!), but somehow (despite a lot of interference from life) managed to get this done, and I'm really proud of what we achieved. We definitely worked for it!
So, here's my final offering for the Sterek Reverse Bang 2023. I hope you all enjoy it <3.
Molten (27896 words) by sugareey, Wolfspurr Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: Sterek Reverse Bang 2023, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Friends to Lovers, Getting Together, Fluff and Angst, Mutual Pining, Kidnapping, Magical Accidents, Accidental Bonding, Spark Stiles Stilinski, College Student Stiles Stilinski, Pack Beta Derek Hale, Idiots in Love, Some Humor, Stiles Stilinski is a Mess, Derek Hale Takes Care of Stiles Stilinski, Sharing a Bed, Meddling, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Sexual Frustration, Hand Jobs, Shower Sex, Anal Sex, Coming Untouched, Creampie, Awkward Conversations, Kissing, Feelings Realization, POV Stiles Stilinski, Digital Art, Illustrations
Summary: "Stiles, is that you?" He recognizes that voice. He doesn’t know why he’s hearing it here though, in whatever cold, dark cave he’s found himself in. The owner of that voice is supposed to be miles away, back home in Beacon Hills. Unless Stiles is the one that’s ended up further from home than he could possibly have predicted. "Derek?!"
drop the idea and I'll make a collage
only sterek
Derek returned to Beacon Hills to figure out what happened to his sister — not realizing that in doing so, he signed up for (a lot) more than he bargained for (read on AO3).
Words: 3 882
Warnings: Canon Typical Violence
Pairing: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Characters: Derek Hale, Peter Hale, Stiles Stilinski
Tags: Minor Character Death, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Kitsune Stiles Stilinski, Pack Alpha Peter Hale, Peter Hale's Alpha Shift Form, Full Shift Werewolves, Full Shift Werewolf Derek Hale, Full Shift Werewolf Peter Hale, Full Shift Werecreature Stiles Stilinski, Dark Peter Hale, Hurt/Comfort, Pre-Relationship
for: @lalelilolusworld, happy birthday again, I hope you have the best day ♥
Loud Love
established relationship, alpha Derek, alpha mate Stiles, 5+1, POV outsider, possessive behaviour, PDA
Summary: There wasn’t a single moment when they weren’t touching. They didn’t notice anyone — obsessed with each other, they were blind to all jealousy. The circle of one another’s arms encapsulated their world.
Close, tight, inseparable. They didn’t care if someone watched them, both lost in each other, entrapped.
for @kittenstiles
sterek au
— stiles is a prince, once drowned in the sea, who became a bloodthirsty and charming mermaid. he drags sailors into the death of dark waters, forcing them to suffocate. one day he finds a guest in his dry cave under the rocks. stiles almost eats the human, but he is stopped by fabulous green eyes.
or
derek hale is a general of the Royal Guard who was captured by the enemy kingdom. he escaped, wounded and exhausted, hiding in the cave under the rocks. it seems that it can't be worse until he is attacked by something with the top of a man and the bottom of a fish.
Your love made sounds Like the sounds of the ocean...
Tags: Nanny Stiles Stilinski, True Alpha Derek Hale, Alternate Hale Fire (Teen Wolf), Alternate Universe - Werewolves Are Known, Barista Stiles Stilinski, Pack Alpha Derek Hale, Full Shift Werewolves, Mates Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, No Kate Argent, Claiming, Bites, Marking, Scent Marking, Mating Bites, Adoption
The one where Barista Stiles propositions Alpha Derek to be the nanny for his kids, especially since Derek went through so many candidates that Stiles thought there weren’t any more for him to interview.
“Hey,” Stiles said carefully, smiling when those eyes he wanted to lose himself in looked up at him.
“I figured you needed a pick me up after that last one.” He handed him the cup and when Mr. Honey-Almondmilk-Flat-White-with-Whipcream took the drink, Stiles sat across from him in the cushy chair he usually took his break in.
The dude sniffed it and then took a sip. “You know my order…”
“Well, yeah. You’ve been ordering it for like, the last week when you’ve been in here.” Stiles smiled and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “I’m Stiles.”
Read on A03.
LIAM DUNBAR, 26 y.o.
— psychotherapist in the rehabilitation center for the military — IED — nickname — hope — insomnia — tea without sugar — personal diary — wants to take away all the patients' pain — neat — atmosphere of trust