“You think they’ll get their wish?” Stiles asks.
Derek snorts, “I think they’re trying hard either way,” he says with a nod to where the man is carrying his wife up the stairs, his efforts hindered by his own periodic stops to kiss her neck or shoulder.
“Shut up,” Stiles says, settling back on the branch of the Christmas tree he’s perched on. Scott and Allison have been married for two year and they just bought a big empty house they desperately wanted to share with a child. They’ve been trying for a baby but with no luck so far. The big guy had sent Stiles and Derek down to work some Christmas magic.
My first Sterek fic. I’m not 100 percent satisfied with it, but I hope you’ll still like it. This was written for the Derek+Stiles Week.
Summary: What was your plan anyway? Just waiting here for them to kill you?”
Derek prepares to face the alpha pack and gets some unexpected help.
Length: 2317 words
Warnings: angst, violence, fluff, kind of bamf Stiles, protective Derek
Summary: One hundred days, ten scarves, one Christmas, and Stiles’ dormant magic has to ruin everything.
Excerpt: At the end of a frustrating couple of hours, Stiles’ search history reads like someone who is losing his mind.
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AU in which Derek and Stiles are an extremely affectionate couple and the pack witnesses it.
Thank you all so much for all the love! I think it’s safe to say that after Mondays episode, we all have Isaac feels, right? Can we just cuddle him? Puppy pile style?
I think this one is a little too dramatic. I totally apologize in advance.
Btw, I wrote all of these way before Monday’s episode.
Part 5 of this.
AU Meme: Derek may have saved Scott from Hell, but man, he kind of prefers Scott’s best friend instead. (Requested by Liesl.)
“We seriously need to get you a bell,” Stiles mutters, throwing himself back into his seat. He tries to pretend his heart rate didn’t just skyrocket as he stares out into the parking lot, fingers absentmindedly tangling with the keys still in the ignition.
“So, Scott - you know, the human whose ass you’re supposed to be watching, in case you forgot - he’s in trouble,” he says casually, levelly, attempting to conceal the way every nerve in his body is iced over at the thought, “Must be Tuesday, right?”
Forcing out a weak chuckle, he glances over at Derek and the sound dies when he catches the blank stare Derek is sending his way.
“What?” he coughs, “They don’t have TV in Heaven?”
Derek’s only been interacting with humans for a short period of time, which makes his epic eye roll that much more impressive. Stiles jots down a mental note to tell Lydia and Jackson to knock off being horrible influences on supreme angelic beings.
“Stiles, I understood the reference,” Derek sighs, somehow already sounding put upon only a minute into their meeting, “You’re just an idiot.”
Stiles thinks it’s a little weird how his heart starts pounding at the muttered, “Still better than Scott, though.”
Based on colethehuman’s post
I had a dream Derek told Stiles he hated him, then Stiles died and Derek could never take it back.
He spins away, the force of it slamming you with one last wave of his scent, of the hot salt of brimming tears, and then he’s leaving you, feet slapping hard on the concrete as he storms out of the warehouse.
You don’t hear his shitty Jeep start up because you’re already sprinting away from the hideout, holding a clawed hand to your throat as though it can stop the howls that want to rip their way out of you.
(There is a happy ending I swear to Jeff Davis)
Stiles clears his throat, “So…”
Derek doesn’t respond.
“Well that was awesome,” Stiles says, because it totally was, “Nice job on the, uh, sex.” Stiles turns his head when Derek still won’t say anything. He’s laying perfectly still, staring up at the ceiling.
hey, look, more sofaverse!
i decided not to torture you guys tonight
crossposted on ao3
or “5 times Stiles was oblivious that he was the pack mom and 1 time Derek helped him enjoy it a little more than he should”. Takes place in the same universe as ‘Next Week He’ll Be Joining The PTA’.
There’s been a weird current around the school ever since the night of the rave. It’s not about Scott, though, or the way Allison doesn’t smile anymore (and that hurts Scott more than the wolf’s bane ever could). It’s an underlying message weaving around the corridors that says in quiet, hushed whispers, “Don’t mess with Stilinski or two of the hottest kids in school will kick your ass.”
Stiles always loved the tamed wolves his tribe used for hunting. When he finds himself face-to-face with an actual wolf, an alpha no less, how will it change him? And how will his tribe react to his change? Based on Paul Goble’s The Girl Who Loved Wild Horses.