#Cafe Stile

[whitedahlia13]

In the span of a breath, the deflating pang of regret vanished. Lydia gazed at Stiles and saw...everything. Understanding, care, patience, forgiveness, willingness... It was all there, same as it always was, all of it directed at her. She saw the boy she had been gravitating towards since he asked her to the Winter Formal, and she wanted nothing more than to dance with him again.  

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[jade-bright]

Version of my au where Stiles goes with Derek and Laura to New York, and went to college there + absolutely inspired/taken from the beginning of BarlowGirl 's fic on Ao3, Where the Wind Don't Change

In a nearby cafe studying with other kids in his class.

Classmate 1, nudges Stiles: Who's the gorgeous dude glaring at you? Derek: *Outside the cafe staring intently at Stiles through the window* Stiles, without turning or looking up: I owe money to the Russian mafia Classmate 2: What?

[infiniteeight8]

Steter au 😇

Peter is the cafe owner, Stiles is the waiter.

Stiles doesn’t know why he keeps applying for—and then accepting—jobs as a waiter. He does not have the temperament for it. Case in point, the belligerent customer who has just about screamed at Stiles because he ordered chicken salad, not salmon salad, he was allergic, was Stiles trying to kill him? Stiles had apologized and offered to replace the man’s food—nevermind that he had the order written down and the man had absolutely ordered salmon—but apparently he hadn’t been obsequious enough about it, because the dude had gone beet red in the face and shouted for the owner.

Stiles hasn’t actually met the owner yet. A manager had conducted all his interviews. So he waits, arms crossed, stony faced. He knows how this goes. The customer is always right, after all.

The man who emerges from the back of the cafe has a pleasant smile on his face, but there’s a curiously dangerous glint in his eye when he arrives. “I’m Peter Hale, I own this cafe,” he says. “What seems to be the problem?”

The belligerent customer puffs up self importantly and stabs a finger in Stiles’ direction. “Your incompetent staff brought me a salmon salad! I’m allergic to salmon! He could have killed me! I ordered chicken. I want him fired.”

“Did you eat any of the salmon?” Hale asks with a raised eyebrow. Stiles can’t help a little twitch of surprise. There’s a dozen questions Hale could have asked, if he hadn’t just rebuked Stiles immediately. That’s not one of them.

“Of course not!” the customer blusters.

“That’s too bad,” Hale says, “because this conversation could only be improved by your throat closing up.” The customer’s mouth drops open in shock and Stiles has to swallow a laugh. “I don’t tolerate anyone screaming at my staff,” Hale goes on flatly, eyes narrowing. “If there is a problem, you may ask for it to be corrected. Politely. You, I could hear all the way from the office in the back room. Get out. Now.

It’s not quite that easy, of course. Hale ends up literally dragging him out of his seat and throwing him out. Stiles watches with pleasure. Hale is impressive. In more ways than one.

[teenwolftuesdaytrash]

Stiles sits on a bar stool in Derek’s kitchen. He’s just managed to get Eli to sleep. Or pretend to sleep. Who knows? The kid’s most likely still silently crying on his bed, turned away from the door, from the world that no longer has his father in it.

Stiles can’t blame him.

He holds a paper in his hand with long-dried ink, hand-written, speaking of farewell favors that make him want to scream and cry and leave.

Damning Derek (at least in thought), Stiles tries to read through the tears.

___________

Hey Stiles,

If you’re reading this, then something must’ve…happened, and I’m not able to ask you this one last favor in person. For that, before anything else, I’d like to say I’m sorry.

I’m sorry I let whatever happen happen. I’m sorry I’m asking you this in this way. And I’m sorry for asking what I’m about to ask.

If you’re reading this, then that means I am no longer there. It probably means that despite my best efforts, the universe has decided to play its tricks again and I have left Eli an orphan.

I know what it’s like to grow up without a parent. With nothing but hurt, fear, and anger surrounding and driving me. I do not wish the same for my son.

___________

Then be here, you asshole.

Stiles has to pause to clear his vision.

Be fucking here, he begs. Derek or the universe, whoever would listen.

In the responding silence, he continues on.

___________

So here’s the ask. Stiles, please.

Stay with Eli.

Raise him like I would. (Knowing you, you’d probably raise him better than I ever could.)

Take care of each other.

I’m sorry to say it here, like this, but I want you to know. You two are the most important people in my life. More than anyone, Stiles. More than you might ever know.

The both of you are also the fiercest people I know when it comes to protecting the people that you love. Be the family that I know you can be for one another.

I wish I hoped I didn’t want things to be like this. It’s been years, I know. It’s taken me awhile, but I have been trying to make myself better. I have been working towards making myself deserving. Of you, Stiles. Despite everything, even when Eli came into my life, for me, it had always been you.

You have always had a place in my home. In my family.

I really wish I could be telling you all of this in person. I…wish for a lot of things when it comes to you.

I wish I met you elsewhere. I wish I bumped into you at a bookstore, and we started all this with nonsense quips and your endless wit. I wish I met you in a cafe where we would get off on the wrong foot with you judging me for my coffee order.

Really, I just wish I had a life with you. Something better and kinder. But only because that’s what you deserve. To be completely honest, I would be happy to have any life with you. Even this one, as fucked up as it is. As long as it was with you, and Eli.

I’m sorry I say all this too late. It’s selfish and cowardly. I know, Stiles. I know.

If it’s too much, please, feel free to forget about me.

Please, just. Take care of Eli. Take care of yourself.

Yours,

Derek

___________

It’s all Stiles could do to fold the letter with shaking hands and take a deep, unsteady breath.

He wipes angrily at a stray tear on his cheek, glaring at the stupid papers still held delicately in his hand.

Derek’s last words.

With a flick of his wrist, the letter catches fire mid-air.

Fuck that. I’m bringing you back, you asshole.

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

I never finished this and have been looking for a while. It was an alternative universe where the pack was established but Scott wasn’t a part of it and he wanted to be. Scott meets with the pack (minus derek) at a cafe stiles works at and then pack tell Scott to invite Stiles to Derek’s party which stiles agrees to go to. The pack wants Stiles to sleep with Derek but stiles doesn’t know that’s why he was invited but because he needs the money they’re offering he agrees. Derek was angry because he was getting along with stiles and thought stiles knew about the deal the whole time. Scott also didn’t know that’s why he was meant to invite stiles. I was only a few chapters into it so I never got past Scott apologising to stiles but asking if he’d come to another party

I didn't find it. If anyone else recognizes it, send me an ask or IM. Thank you!

[gremlinbabe]

Teen wolf headcanons: number????

-Stiles and Erica always have the best snacks Because they’re both insatiable bottomless pits for food.

-Lydia has a secret knife collection and the first one was given to her by Allison’s father before she was even in the pack

-Boyd Is a bachata king (he’s been in classes since junior high) 

-Erica is Peruvian, Portuguese, and Dutch.

- Scott took up boxing classes sometime after his dad left because he wanted to be more macho but quit after somebody clocked him in the jaw and it left his jaw crooked

-Allison is a horse girl.

-Isaac likes going to cat cafes and is regularly given cat ears by other patrons who think he works there

-Cora has participated in underground MMA fights to bring in some extra cash but was actually so good that she ended up with a decent Fanbase

- Peter is a ranch retreat owner and doesn’t tell the pack because he feels like they would crash every weekend just to be petty for all the bullshit he’s done to them

- Jackson’s adoptive parents have been treating him to mani and petti’s ever since he came out to show they’re supportive

- Derek started working part time as a mechanic because of a recommendation from his therapist

-Kira is the fastest in the pack even tho she’s clumsy. Short distance she can even out run the born wolves

-Derek and Mason have weekly Uno matches that last for hours that the entire pack likes to bet on

-Liam plays Pokémon go and is well known for being found in weird places just to catch Pokémon

-Mason is an art student & is extremely good at police sketches and that’s how he got recruited

-Jordan can turn any pool into a hot tub if he tries hard enough

-Derek asked stiles to start taking self-defense classes after Girard

-Kira convinced Malia to crochet every time something upsets her and now the whole pack Owns sweaters, blankets, scarves, and socks. Malia is currently working on hats

-Lydia and Peter regularly gamble and place bets on who will do the most stupid thing in the pack today but neither are allowed to place bets on stiles or Derek

-Stiles purposely learns wind magic just to do aang marble trick from avatar the last Airbender

-Boyd and Isaac have a secret tick-tock account where they regularly post to pack

-The entire pack knows in theory that Peter fucks because there was no other way for Malia to come into existence but still wholeheartedly believe that he got no bitches or swag (except Scott and Allison because peters flirted with both their parents and They don’t want him to actively seduce their parents out of spite so they leave him be)

[cagedshewolf]

Erica was tired from her run. It had been a couple miles, and the sun was starting to rise finally. She stepped out across from a cafe, caught her breathe and noticed someone. Her head tilted to the side, and walked closer. "Stiles?" She whispered to herself before walking inside. "Stiles? How are you?" The blonde asked, seeing the familiar face.

@manymusesbym

[senashenta]

What Foxes Like

Title: What Foxes Like

Pairing: Sterek

Rating: G

Warnings: None

Summary: Stiles and Derek have been in a relationship for over a year and still none of their friends know about it. Because reasons.

Notes: Written for Poe, originally. This is actually the sequel to a fic I haven't finished yet. I fail. I tried to make sure it made sense anyway. Also, surprise Steve Rogers and Jaskier Pankratz cameos! (I just spoiled the surprise.) You can also read it HERE on AO3.

WHAT FOXES LIKE By Senashenta

“they take their shots, but we're bulletproof I know places (Hide) and you know for me, it's always you I know places (I) in the dead of night, your eyes so green I know places (Hide) and I know for you, it's always me I know places” - I Know Places by Taylor Swift

Derek had moved in with him several months ago and there were logistical problems right from day one. Not that Stiles didn’t love having him there, but the apartment was very small, probably too small to be hiding a wanted fugitive, and whenever he had people over Derek had to hide away in the bedroom for fear of being seen.

Their friends wouldn’t turn Derek in, of course, but they hadn’t been exactly… open. About their relationship, up until this point. They had been together for almost two years and still no one knew about it.

It wasn’t like Stiles to keep secrets, especially from Scott, and in general he was terrible at it anyway. But it was really hard to tell your best friend you were in a steady, loving relationship with the man of your dreams when he was still pining for the girl he had tragically lost a handful of years before.

Besides which, the fox in Stiles privately liked that he had something special to keep to himself, no matter how inconvenient it was in reality. It was the part of himself that urged him to squirrel things away for himself, to keep all the precious things in his life close and safe. He was still getting used to those instincts, even years after the Nogitsune had left him with a bit of fox behind (okay a lot of fox behind.)

But also… there was a little bit of fear there, raw and animalistic, at the thought of being discovered. Something that he couldn’t explain or really even understand, but which was there nonetheless, and it was stupid . God, even Jackson was out! But Stiles had never actually told anyone he was bisexual before (aside from Derek, obviously) and the thought just… yeah. Yikes.

On top of that, his last relationship had been with Lydia, and after that had ended (badly), he just kind of… guarded his heart. What he had with Derek was good and going public was a risk he just wasn’t sure he was ready to take.

“You’re doing that thing where you stare at the ceiling like it’s got all the answers of the universe again.”

“Huh?” Stiles blinked out of his thoughts and turned his head to look at Derek, who was seated cross-legged next to him on the bed, hunched over his laptop, illuminated by the screen, working on either his newest article or his book. 

For obvious reasons Derek couldn’t hold down a regular job, so he wrote articles for publication online and was working on a novel in his spare time, all under the pseudonym “Tyler Shaw”, since he couldn’t use his real name. It didn’t bring much money in, but between that and Stiles’ job at the bakery cafe they managed to scrape by. (The FBI Academy? Well that… just hadn’t been a “good fit”, as his Dad liked to say. Apparently it was frowned upon for trainees to be as… insubordinate as he tended to be. The upshot of going , though, even if just for two semesters, was that he had met some of the most interesting people, a few of which Stiles figured he would be friends with for life.)

“Still staring, but now at me. And we both know I don’t have all the answers of the universe.”

“I– sorry.” Stiles shook his head, “just thinking.”

Derek grinned. “That’s always trouble.”

Stiles shot him a look with a frown, “not always .” (But often, definitely often.) “I was just thinking ,” he continued, ignoring the amused look in Derek’s eyes, “that I might invite Steve and Jaskier to come visit sometime soon. Just for a few days… I mean, if they can sneak away from the Academy for that long.”

“Mmhm.” Derek rumbled, and set his computer aside to ease himself up against Stiles’ side, one hand coming to rest against the younger man’s sternum, just feeling the rise and fall of his breath. “And where are we going to put them? This place is barely big enough for the two of us, never mind four .”

“They can sleep on the couch, it pulls out!” Stiles groused, “and besides, Jaskier has no concept of personal space.” Though he supposed Steve did , in all fairness. “Look,” a touch frustrated, he frowned up at Derek where he was leaning over him, “I know your werewolf possessiveness would love for me to just stay here alone with you all the time, but I…”

Trailing off, Stiles lifted his left arm and turned it over to show the pair of concentric circles that were tattooed on his inner wrist. The symbol of Scott’s pack– of his pack.

“You need more than that.” Derek finished for him, a tiny smile tugging at his lips.

Stiles looked up at him and, after a moment, let his True Eyes shine through, bright, almost glowing green. Derek responded by allowing his own eyes to shine, beautiful, luminescent blue, and then leaning down to kiss him firmly, decisively. “Invite your friends. We’ll squeeze them in somehow. But if they rat me out to the FBI, you’re the one that’s going to have to clean up the mess, deal?”

Stiles grinned and dragged him back down for another kiss. “Deal.”

~*~*~

Markets weren’t really Stiles’… thing. Farmers’ markets, crafters’ markets, seasonal markets, whatever. He found them innately boring (even if they were a good place to procure seasonal fruits and vegetables.) But Derek loved them and it was the time of year when they were popping up everywhere so Stiles relented and went to a few, just to make his boyfriend happy. And it did – make Derek happy, that is. He wandered around the markets they went to with a little, content smile on his face that could only make Stiles smile, too, and… okay. Maybe markets weren’t so bad after all.

It was funny, how things had kind of slowly progressed to Happy Derek over the course of their relationship. When they had first gotten together, he had been his usual grumpy self, and that had continued on, with a few short glints of lightheartedness here-and-there, for the months that they had been dating while Stiles had still been living in the dorms at the FBI Academy.

Then, when Stiles had eventually called it a day and moved back to Beacon Hills, Derek seemed to brighten and brighten until they were living together and he was just… happy. He smiled. He laughed. He genuinely seemed to enjoy life, and while Stiles was all for Happy Derek it was also somewhat befuddling at times. He wanted to ask, but every time he was about to he chickened out because he wasn’t entirely sure what the answer would be.

Now, though, Derek was looking through an assortment of decorative candles– some of which Stiles was pretty sure were made to look like zombie unicorns – with that little, contented smile on his face, probably browsing for Christmas presents (if Derek got him a zombie unicorn candle for Christmas Stiles thought he might scream.) and Stiles just. Watched him. Probably with the same tiny, happy smile on his own face.

Derek was humming and hawing over a particular candle– this time a cat with three eyes– and Stiles finally reached to catch his free hand, tangling their fingers together and tugging gently. “Hey.”

“Hm?” Derek blinked back to the present to look at him, and Stiles smiled, a real smile, and just leaned up to kiss him gently. Derek made a pleased little noise because Stiles was staunchly against PDA as a general rule, then tilted his head to kiss back with a hum.

Which was when Stiles felt eyes on him.

His hackles up, he pulled away quickly to look around the room–

–only to spot Scott and his mother two aisles down and one over. And Scott was staring at them hard , eyes wide while his Mom was completely oblivious to the entire exchange. Stiles’ eyes darted away, then back, then away again before he grabbed the candle Derek was holding and slammed it back on the table, and followed that up by tightening his grip on the older man’s hand and dragging him out of the vendor’s hall in all but a flat-out run.

“Wha– Stiles! ”

He didn’t even know if the startled voice calling his name came from Derek or Scott.

That was why Stiles didn’t do PDA.

~*~*~

“Did you at least apologize?” Steve seemed sympathetic, a few days later when he and Jaskier were crammed into Stiles’ and Derek’s tiny apartment, seated on the couch while Stiles lamented his story. Jaskier had no sympathy, instead grinning and giggling to himself because– well, because that was how Jaskier was, he supposed.

“He did.” Derek called from the kitchen where he had been working on dinner and incidentally eavesdropping, “apologize, that is. And we made up.”

Stiles had to grin at that. “ Vigorously .”

Jaskier snickered and Steve rolled his eyes and shoved at Stiles’ shoulder. Then he hesitated before asking, “okay, but not like, here , right, on the pull-out?”

“Who are you kidding, Stevie?” Jaskier laughed, “they’ve fucked on every surface of this apartment and you know it.”

Stiles just shrugged.

“Ew.” Steve commented, before adding, “and don’t call me that, Jask.”

“Ah, right, I almost forgot that dearest Agent Barnes is the only one permitted to call you that.” A grin, and Jaskier continued with, “how sad is it that all three of us have a passionate thing for older men?” Then, with a tiny pout; “and how tragic that you two have managed to snag yours, while I appear destined to pine away forever~?”

That got a quick look between Stiles and Steve because, to them , at least, it was incredibly obvious that Agent Rivia was interested. Jaskier just wasn’t seeing the signs, and neither of them knew how to tell him beyond literally smacking him up the back of the head. At this point it was kind of an unspoken thing between Stiles and Steve that they would keep their noses out of things and let Jaskier and Rivia work it out for themselves. (After all, everything had worked out for them , right?)

From the kitchen, Derek cleared his throat and interjected, “you could always start sending him random, weird gifts from the Internet in the mail.”

Jaskier and Steve both rolled their eyes, but Stiles grinned. “Worked for me!”

“I still have that shirt, too.”

“I know, you wore it last time I was mad at you.”

“Worked like a charm.”

Stiles found himself smiling fondly over toward the kitchen until Steve swatted his arm to catch his attention again. “Anyway,” The blond sighed, “what are you going to do about the whole…” Trailing off for a second, he gestured vaguely between Stiles and Derek before finishing, “I mean, you can’t keep it a secret forever… right?”

Stiles bristled for the briefest second. Then he sighed and looked down, picking absently at his jeans as he tried to come up with an answer that would satisfy his friends and not upset Derek at the same time.

“I’ve been thinking about that.”

Brown eyes lifted from the worn jean almost sheepishly. “Hm?”

Derek came out into the living room, wiping his hands on a towel as he did, to stand and look down at Stiles, expression worried and contemplative. “I’ve figured out by now that you’re not comfortable with other people knowing we’re together.” A pause, then; “except these assholes, for some reason?” He chuckled along when everyone else laughed. “But it’s been over a year since I moved in here with you, and we were dating– sort of– for months before that, too.”

Stiles wasn’t a hundred percent sure he liked where this was going, but he just nodded along anyway.

A sigh and Derek gave Steve and Jaskier an apologetic smile. “Could you guys give us some privacy for a couple minutes?”

Steve and Jaskier exchanged a glance– and then Jaskier popped to his feet and hauled Steve up with him. “No problem, we can go for a walk!” Dragging Steve over to the door, he added over his shoulder, “but we’ll be like, fifteen minutes, max, so we’d better not walk back in on anything gross!”

Steve squawked and barely managed to call out “We’ll knock!” before the door shut behind them.

And without them there, Stiles felt trapped. They were about to have a conversation that he had been avoiding for the better part of two years and he wasn’t sure he was particularly prepared for it now.

Luckily, Derek made it short and painful. He sat down next to Stiles and leaned to kiss by the younger man’s jaw gently. “The werewolf in me might want to keep you in my own pack,” he informed, and damn him for using Stiles’ own words against him; “but I also want to be able to show you off. You’re my mate, for all intents and purposes, and I want people to know that. I’m proud of it.”

Stiles stared at him, flabbergasted. When he finally found his words it was to blurt out “but I’m a fox !”

Derek snorted. “I’d noticed. But I knew that before we ever got together and it didn’t stop me. Also I scent mark you constantly ,” to make his point he leaned in to rub his jaw along Stiles’ with a rumble, “did you never wonder why I did that?”

“‘Cause you’re a weirdo.” Stiles grumbled petulantly. And then; “I didn’t say stop.”

Another little snort. Derek nibbled along his jaw and then buried his face in the crook of Stiles’ neck. “I’m possessive and I want people to know you’re mine. And Scott and the others, they won’t mind , you know that…”

“Do I know that? I’ve always been so into girls, like intensely into girls , at least as far as everyone else is concerned.” Stiles brought one hand up to card his fingers through Derek’s hair and the wolf practically purred at his touch, “not even Scott knows I’m bi.” Then, after a beat, “until a few days ago. I guess.”

Not that he thought Scott would run around telling everyone what he saw but it still made nerves squirm in his stomach at the thought.

“I think we should stop hiding.” Derek’s voice was muffled against Stiles’ shirt, “you know Lydia’s Christmas Party that we’re all invited to? I think we should go together, as a couple.”

Stiles stomach straight-up flipped upside down, but… Derek had a point. It would be nice to be out of hiding. And telling all of their friends at the same time would be convenient, at least. The party was a good idea.

“I guess… okay.” Stiles allowed after a moment’s thought, still playing with Derek’s hair, “but if it goes bad, it’s on you.”

He could feel Derek smile against the crook of his neck. “If it goes bad I’ll wear that shirt for you again.”

Stiles laughed . “Okay, deal.”

~*~*~

“Faith and Renfri are pissed they didn’t get to come.” Jaskier laughed without looking up from his phone as he texted back and forth between the two women in question. He was standing by the front door with his backpack slung over one arm, waiting for Steve to finish throwing his stuff in his own back so they could catch the next bus to Quantico.

“They can come next time.” Stiles bargained, “we can have a girls’ weekend.”

Jaskier feigned offense, “without me? ”

“Without~ you~!” Stiles singsonged, even as he was giving Steve one last hug goodbye and ushering them both out the door.

“Good luck!” Steve called over his shoulder.

Stiles smiled and waved. Yeah he was going to need it.

~*~*~

The night of the party Stiles honestly thought he was going to hyperventilate until he passed out and Derek had to calm him down on two separate occasions, once wrapping him up in a tight hug and the other staring into his eyes until the blue soaked right through him and eased him back to normal.

Eventually he did manage to get dressed and out the door, though the walk to Lydia’s place just amped his nerves up again until, by the time they arrived, he was nervous and twitchy– so basically his normal self. Derek took his hand, threaded their fingers together tightly, and tugged him along inside. 

When Lydia answered the door her eyes darted between the two of them, then down to their clasped hands– and then she just smiled widely and ushered them inside where–

–oh shit that was literally everyone, wasn’t it.

The party kind of ground to a halt for a second as everyone turned to look at them and Stiles began to panic, until Derek released his hand and slid an arm around him instead, his hand coming to rest on Stiles’ hip as they stood in the doorway and Stiles tried not to make eye contact with anyone. He resisted the urge to huddle into Derek’s side and looked around until he found– there. Scott. Scott smiling . Oh thank God. Okay.

And then from somewhere in the back of the room, Jackson’s voice called out “I FUCKIN’ CALLED IT! ”

“JACKSON!” Lydia protested loudly, “YOU DON’T GET TO TALK!”

And just like that, the tension melted away from Stiles and he did lean into Derek, just a little, before looking up at him with a smile. “Let’s go in.”

Derek leaned down to kiss him. “Yeah,” he agreed, “let’s go in.”

[omgtheywereawooomates]

a teen wolf mcu fic insp:

it wasn't like in the fairy tales. not really.

stiles was a busy grad student attending columbia university on a scholarship, juggling a packed academic calendar, as well as a part time job at a cafe in brooklyn.

steve was a tired, unofficially retired hero who was still adjusting to civilian life, and who'd just barely unpacked his new apartment, let alone his emotional baggage.

but it wasn't like in the fairy tales... because their finding one another didn't fix anything. stiles was still busy and steve was still emotionally exhausted.

their falling in love wasn't some magic cure all. but what it was...was a home. a safe place all their own, with that special person that made their hearts whisper "...it was you, all along."

[specialagentlokitty]

Teen wolf x reader - family isn’t blood

Would I be able to request a teen wolf imagine where reader is an orphan who is in the pack, and constantly trying to prove themselves worthy to the pack, and the pack (more so Alison and Lydia if that’s ok?) helping reader see that they are worthy and have a family with the pack and worrying about them being so reckless, please??? - Anon💜

You weren’t sure how long it had been, you started your research after the pack meeting the night before, now the sunlight was breaking through your windows.

Your mind was begging for your to stop, to get some rest, but you ignored it, still flicking through hooks and webpages you had found.

“Looks like someone’s been busy.”

Looking up from your desk, you smiled at Alison and waved her into your room, gesturing for her to take a seat anywhere she wanted.

“Yeah, I’ve found a bit but not much, though these books look promising.”

You pointed to the large pile of old looking books next to you before turning around to fully face her.

“What’s up anyways?” You asked.

“Nothing, I woke up not long ago and saw you were awake.” She smiled.

You hummed and nodded your head, looking at the window before turning back to her.

“Is your dad awake?”

“Yeah, but he left awhile ago, left a note.”

Again you nodded and went back to what you were doing which made Alison frown a little as she looked at you.

It was easy to see you hadn’t slept, your bed was still made, and she knew you made it every morning, you were still wearing the same clothes from last night, and there was a number of snacks and drinks scattered across your desk.

She also recalled something in a text her dad had sent her about your light being on whenever he walked past your room a few times last night.

“(Y/N)?”

You stopped again and turned around to face her, titling your head a little as you waited for her to carry on.

“Have you slept?”

“No, I wasn’t tired last night.”

“That’s not healthy (Y/N).” She scolded lightly.

Again you just shrugged and turned back around, and she sighed a little as she shook her head at you.

She grabbed her phone from her pocket and sent the pack a text, saying you hadn’t slept.

They kept a log of things you did, reckless things, that to anyone else would’ve just seen like normal teenager things to do, but they all knew it was more than that.

Last week you nearly broke your arm helping Stiles, and if it wasn’t for the fact Scott, Stiles and Chris had dragged you to Malissa, you wouldn’t have bothered to get it checked out.

Setting her phone down, she watched you for a few moments before walking over and placing her hand over the book you were reading.

Looking up, you rose a brow at Alison.

“Come on, let’s at least get breakfast.”

You thought for a second.

“Yeah, I can go for food. Where to?”

“That cafe you like?” Alison offered.

You beamed happily at that and she left so you could shower and change before you guys made your way to the cafe.

Stiles, Scott and Issac were there waiting and you slid into the booth next to the two werewolves.

“Where’s Lydia?” Stiles asked.

“Said she’d be here in a few.” You replied.

You didn’t have school for a while yet, so you thought inviting everyone to breakfast before going to classes would be nice.

And it was, you all talked and joked like normal teenagers, then you all headed to the school were you had to spend the day suffering in class.

You could barely keep yourself awake, and by lunch time everyone else had noticed this as well.

“Just go home.” Scott said gently.

“Yeah, I’ll bring your work by later, I’m sure coach won’t care.” Issac nodded.

You waved the pair off.

“It’s fine, nothing serious.” You yawned.

“You’re basically falling asleep in your lunch, go home.” Stiles said.

You shook your head at him.

“No, it’s fine.”

“You’re exhausted, you’re overworking yourself (Y/N), this isn’t good. You’re going to make yourself sick, or burnout.” Lydia scolded.

You shrugged a little as you nibbled on a bit of your lunch, gazing out the window at some birds that were flying around.

“So what? Doesn’t really matter.” You replied.

“It does, you’re worrying everyone.” Alison said.

“Who’s their to worry? Clearly not my family, plus with the parent teacher conference coming up I’d much rather just stay focused, you guys are all going to be busy that night and we’ve got a deadline for the night after.”

You pushed your lunch away and stood up.

“Anyways, gotta run, need to ask Peter and Derek some questions, tell coach I’m sick or whatever he won’t even notice I’m gone.”

With that, you left and they all shared a look of wordy as they watched you leave the building.

You drove to Derek’s place and shot him a text saying you were coming up before you made your way up to the loft.

Letting yourself in, you spotted the pair around the desk in the middle of the room and you walked over, taking a seat on the edge of it.

“And to what do we owe the pleasure?” Peter smirked.

“Just got some questions about some stuff I read last night if you guys got time?”

“Sure, but first things first we need to speak with you.” Derek said.

You sighed, rolling your eyes at him.

“You guys aren’t my parents, don’t scold me like I’m some kid okay? I can take care of myself, now, will you listen to what I found or not?”

“Only if you tell us why you’re being so reckless with your well-being.” Peter said.

You scoffed a little bit and stood up, crossing your arms over your chest as you looked at the two older werewolves.

“It’s none of your business, and who are you to judge my choices anyways? You’re a murderous psychopath and Derek is on the run from like every cop between here and freaking narnia.”

“We’re just worried.” Derek sighed.

“Well I don’t need you to worry about me, now can we please get down to it.” You snapped.

Finally the two agreed, and you ran everything you had found by them, asking them a few questions you thought might help your scavenger hunt.

After a few hours you had more information and you finally left to go back to your temporary home with Alison and her father.

Walking in, you made your way to your room but stopped when you saw Alison and Lydia sat on your bed.

“What?”

“We just want to talk.” Lydia said gently.

“Well I don’t want to talk, I’m busy.”

You sat down and you desk and narrowed down your piles of books into just a few.

“Fine, just listen. We’re all worried about you (Y/N), okay? You act like it’s you against the world, like the world is out to get you and you need to prove something to everyone.” Alison said.

You tried your best to ignore them.

“The truth is, no one is out to get you okay? We just want to help you, we want you to take care of yourself. And we know you’re not used to people being like this towards you, and we’re sorry about that, and that you had to go through that, but we mean it.”

You froze.

“You’re not my family…” you grumbled.

“We might not be your biological family, but family is much more than blood. You’re part of the pack (Y/N), and this pack is family.” Lydia said softly.

You slowly turned around to face them, and the pair of them smiled at you.

“We are your family, and we’re always going to be your family, okay?” Lydia asked.

You stared at them both for a moment.

“Why?”

“Because we love you moron, everyone loves you, even Peter even though he’s a hardass. Now will you please get some sleep, we can do whatever research it is you’re doing.” Alison said.

You sighed, and finally nodded your head.

You were exhausted and you really wanted to sleep, so you filled them in on what it is they were looking for.

While Alison took your spot at your desk, Lydia made sure you actually got into your bed, and she sat next to you as you laid down staring at the ceiling.

You reached out and took her hand, mumbling a small thanks as you quickly drifted to sleep

[selmasemlan]

Introducing the partner to the brothers

Summary: Luna introduces Stiles and Isaac to Marcel

Pairing: Marcel Gerard x Luna Salvatore (OFC), Stiles Stilinski x Luna Salvatore (Platonic), Isaac Lahey x Luna Salvatore (Platonic)

Author note: I love the troublesome trio

Warning: nothing

Word count: 1084

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Introducing the partner to the brothers

The warm breeze gently swept through the outdoor cafe in New Orleans as Luna enveloped Stiles and Isaac in tight hugs, their laughter mingling with the ambient chatter of other patrons. Marcel stood nearby, a soft smile curving his lips as he observed Luna's joyful reunion with her friends. After the initial exchange of introductions, Luna introduced Marcel to Stiles and Isaac, who greeted him with friendly nods and polite smiles.

As Luna excused herself to visit the bathroom, Stiles and Isaac exchanged a knowing glance, their expressions conspiratorial as they turned their attention to Marcel. Leaning forward slightly, Stiles's voice took on a serious yet subtly humorous tone. "So, Marcel," he began, his eyebrows quirking mischievously, "you seem like a decent guy. But just so we're clear, Luna's like family to us. If you ever hurt her," he paused for dramatic effect, lifting an eyebrow, "Isaac here might just decide to hunt you down."

Isaac shot Stiles an incredulous look, muttering under his breath, "Why me?"

Stiles met his gaze firmly. "Because you can heal, Isaac," he replied matter-of-factly.

Isaac sighed, shaking his head hesitantly. "Yeah, but the dude is a few hundred years old vampire," his voice betraying a hint of nervousness.

Stiles shrugged nonchalantly. "Well, I'm not fighting him," he retorted, crossing his arms with a casual air. "I'm just a human."

Isaac nodded in agreement. "I'm not fighting him either," he added quietly.

Their banter continued, filled with friendly jabs and humorous exchanges, drawing occasional amused glances from nearby cafe patrons who couldn't help but overhear the lively conversation. Marcel, amused by their attempt at intimidation, leaned back in his chair, a smile playing on his lips as he listened to Stiles and Isaac banter.

Just as Stiles was about to deliver another quip, Luna's cheerful voice interrupted them. "I'm back," she declared, returning to the table with a bright smile.

Marcel turned to her, his smile widening warmly. "Welcome back," he greeted her, his eyes glowing with affection and admiration.

Stiles and Isaac quickly straightened up, exchanging a swift glance between them before plastering on innocent smiles, as if they hadn't just been playfully threatening and arguing in front of Luna's boyfriend. They seamlessly shifted into light-hearted conversation, effortlessly joining Luna and Marcel as if nothing out of the ordinary had transpired, their camaraderie and protective instincts shining through.

Luna, sensing the shift in atmosphere, chuckled softly. "What did I miss?" she asked curiously, raising an eyebrow at the trio.

Marcel chuckled, casting a sideways glance at Stiles and Isaac. "Oh, just a friendly discussion about the proper way to treat your," he teased, earning playful swats from both Stiles and Isaac.

Stiles grinned mischievously. "Just making sure you're up to the task, Marcel," he quipped, his tone light and teasing.

Isaac nodded in agreement, though his expression softened with genuine warmth. "Yeah, we've got to look out for our Luna," he added with a fond smile.

Marcel's smile softened, touched by their protective gestures. "I appreciate that," he replied sincerely, his gaze flickering between Luna and her friends. "It means a lot to know she has people looking out for her."

Luna beamed at Stiles and Isaac, a glint of mischief in her eyes. "They're like my brothers," she explained with a fond smile, her gaze lingering on each of them in turn. "Always ready to defend my honor, even when it's not necessary."

Stiles chuckled, nudging Isaac playfully. "Hey, we can't help it if we're just naturally protective," he joked, earning a mock glare from Luna.

Isaac nodded solemnly. "It's a tough job, but someone's got to do it," he added with a wink.

The group dissolved into laughter, the warm atmosphere of camaraderie and friendship filling the air around them. Marcel watched them with a sense of gratitude, feeling more deeply connected to Luna and her world with each passing moment.

Later that evening, as Luna and Marcel relaxed at Marcel's loft, the warm glow of the city lights cast a soft, golden hue around them. Nestled together on the couch, Luna couldn't resist asking, "So, what happened while I was in the bathroom?"

Marcel chuckled softly, shaking his head fondly. "Your friends tried to intimidate me," he confessed, recounting Stiles and Isaac's playful threats with a hint of amusement in his voice.

Luna burst into laughter, covering her mouth with her hand. "Oh, I can only imagine," she managed to say between giggles. "They mean well, really. They're just protective."

Marcel smiled warmly, pulling Luna closer to him. "I can see that," he murmured, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "And I appreciate it. It's comforting to know you have such loyal friends."

Luna grinned up at him, her eyes sparkling with affection. "They're like family," she admitted softly, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest. "Just like you."

Marcel's heart swelled with warmth at her words. He tilted her chin up gently, pressing a tender kiss to her lips. "I'm glad," he replied sincerely, his voice a soft whisper against her mouth. "I like knowing you have people who care about you. It makes me worry less."

Luna's smile widened as she nestled deeper into his embrace, her head resting on his shoulder. "I feel so lucky," she murmured, her fingers entwining with his. "To have them, and to have you."

Marcel kissed the top of her head, holding her close. "You deserve all the love and protection in the world, Luna," he said, his voice filled with conviction. "And I'm here to make sure you get it."

They shared a series of gentle kisses, each one deepening their bond. Luna felt a sense of peace wash over her, knowing she was cherished and safe in Marcel's arms. The world outside faded away, leaving only the soft hum of New Orleans as their backdrop.

In that quiet evening, amidst the gentle glow of city lights and the comforting sounds of the city, Luna and Marcel found solace in each other's presence. They reveled in the warmth and security of their growing relationship, knowing they were supported by a circle of love and friendship that extended beyond themselves.

As the night grew deeper, they continued to hold each other close, exchanging whispered words of affection and promises of a future filled with love and happiness. In each other's arms, they felt an unbreakable bond, a love that was as enduring as the city they called home.

[sterekchub]

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[fullmoans]

Home is a Fire | TW fix-it | P. 1

They left Stiles out because they knew the nogitsune would tear him apart, but now the nogitsune is gone and Stiles can feel the nemeton telling him it isn’t over — not for him. And maybe not for Derek either.

There was fire, so much fire. It was hot and blinding, blurring everything else from his view. Suddenly, out of the dark he saw glowing red eyes. He felt pain. Then everything went dark. Gradually, a faint blue light spread from the waning moon above until he could see his surroundings. He was in the forest and he was alone. He turned around once, twice, looking for the source of the fire but he only found himself standing in the one place he never thought he would again. In front of him was the nemeton.

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With a start, Stiles Stilinski jolted awake in his small twin bed, almost falling out of it. He reached for his phone for a few moments until he remembered how he had broken it. While on shift they’d gotten a call about a fire, which turned out to be a small kitchen fire with little harm done, and in the haste to load up the truck he’d left his phone on the ground where he had been sitting – only a few feet in front of one of the truck’s wheels. It wasn’t until they got back that he realized what happened to his phone and he planned to fix it but days just kept passing.

He couldn’t sleep, his mind was racing. He got up and left his bedroom. His small apartment was an open room with a kitchen and a balcony and only two doors for his bedroom and his bathroom. The oven clock read 6:05. He went back into the room to change into a pair of jeans and a ratty, too big T-shirt – probably one of Scott’s he’d been accidentally carrying with him for the past 15 years. Once dressed, he could run down to a corner store just a few miles away, one he knew had a pay phone.

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It was still dark when Stiles reached the pay phone and fumbled around his center console for enough quarters to make a call. Sheriff Noah Stilinski picked up on the second ring. “Stiles?”

Stiles paused for a moment. The area code. Of course his dad would know it had to be him.

“What happened in Beacon Hills?” Stiles asked.

“What do you mean?”

“I had a dream. All I could see were red eyes. I think something happened to Scott and I think it happened there.”

“Oh, Stiles. Scott’s fine. It was Derek. There was a fire.”

Stiles hung up the phone. He couldn’t breathe. He’d seen a fire. He’d seen the eyes of a wolf, of an alpha. Not Scott’s eyes, but Derek’s. Stiles had been running from what happened to him in Beacon Hills, from what happened to him after, from the heartbreak of Lydia leaving him without a word.

He’d tried to find her for weeks. Whenever he wasn’t working or sleeping, he was searching their favorite cafes, diners, shops, even the park they’d gone to when they first moved to Portland. Instead, he found Jackson. At the diner he’d told Lydia that he would spend the rest of his life with her, Jackson was sitting in the front booth looking directly at him. “Stop looking for her, Stiles. She’s not coming back,” Jackson had said. There wasn’t a drop of sympathy in his voice.

“Why?” Stiles had asked. He was too out of it to play the game with Jackson. He didn’t want to trade insults over a cup of burnt coffee. He just wanted to know why she’d left.

“She had a premonition. Being with you wasn’t what she was supposed to be doing. She knew for weeks but she knew you wouldn’t accept that. She needs you to let her go.”

And he had. It had been 6 years since Lydia had left. It had been longer since he’d been back to Beacon Hills. 5 years still since he’d even seen Scott. He’d seen his dad a few times, when Noah came to visit him in Portland. His therapist said he had PTSD, though she couldn’t say from what – because Stiles didn’t tell her. He didn’t tell her about the friends he had seen die, the people whose deaths he’d been responsible for. He didn’t tell her about what happened in Beacon Hills. Still, he was doing better. He’d learned how to deal with his panic attacks, how to sleep without seeing faces of the people they’d lost, and he’d cut off as much contact with that life as possible after Lydia had left. Occasionally he’d get a text from Malia, an update from his dad on Derek’s son stealing his Jeep again, or a picture of a dog at Scott’s shelter usually accompanied by a message about how Stiles needed a companion and this dog would be the perfect choice.

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The sun was finally coming up when Stiles left his apartment again, this time with a duffle bag. He had to stop by the station first, let the chief know he needed a few days off for a family emergency. He said it was his dad, something was wrong with his dad. If his chief didn’t believe him, he didn’t say. He nodded, turned to make it down on the calendar, and gave Stiles 12 days to come back.

The drive ahead of him was going to take hours and his thoughts were still racing. What had happened to Derek? Had Kate come back for him? Had another Argent? Why had his eyes been red? What did the nemeton have to do with any of this?

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Outside of Noah Stilinski’s house, there were so many cars. More than he had seen in a long time. The sun was starting to fall from the later afternoon sky. The usually comforting smell of damp woods was missing. A faint smell of smoke remained. He left his duffle bag in the car, a black compact car that got him around well enough, and headed inside.

The house immediately went quiet when Stiles opened the door. He saw his dad talking to a kid – Derek’s son. He saw Scott’s Mom and Allison’s Dad and even Deacon, who he hadn’t seen in at least a decade. Peter was there, in a corner, and Malia glared at him from a few feet away. Liam, Mason, Parrish, and a girl he didn’t know were scattered around the room, too. Lydia and Jackson stood together and Stiles fought the urge to turn and walk straight back to his car. “Stiles?” He turned his attention to Scott. Scott who was standing with someone he didn’t recognize. Did he? She looked so much like someone they’d lost.

“Allison?” He whispered.

“Hey Stiles. It’s me.” Stiles let out a sob. “It’s really me,” she said, taking a step towards him. Scott moved with her and he let out another noise. Suddenly Allison was in his arms. Allison who had been dead. Allison whose death he had been responsible for. Who he had let die.

“How?” He could feel Scott’s arms go around them both. He felt Malia’s next and then Lydia’s hand on his shoulder. This was real. Allison had come back from the dead and in return, they’d lost someone else. It wasn’t fair.

“Derek,” he whispered. He could feel them tense as they let him go, retreating to where they’d been before.

The boy, Eli, he'd remembered his Dad calling him, made eye contact with him then. “My Dad held him back. He saved us. He sent that monster straight to Hell.”

“Parrish sent him to Hell, Derek held him in place,” Malia whispered.

“You were at the nemeton,” Stiles said, trying to put together how his dream had played into this. “No one called. No one came to get me. Derek is gone and I didn’t even know something was happening.”

“I tried to call you but it didn’t go through,” Lydia whispered. Shit, his phone had been broken for 5 days. Had it really all happened so suddenly?

“You couldn’t have been here, kid,” his Dad said, firmly. “That thing, I’m not sure we could’ve stopped it if it had gotten to you this time. He wasn’t playing by the rules anymore. He would never have let you go.”

“Who?” Stiles asked but he did so quietly. In his mind, the nemeton flashed again, this time it was bright – white. There was a chess board on top. “The nogitsune.”

“Yes.” Stiles couldn’t tell whether it was his dad, Scott, or Chris Argent who had responded. Maybe it had been all of them. Maybe none. He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t get air. He was going to die and it was going to be because of the nogitsune, again. “He’s dead, Stiles. Gone. Burned by a hellhound. He can’t hurt you or any of us again.” That was Scott’s voice, it was definitely Scott’s.

“But he got Derek,” Stiles said, looking at Scott.

“Derek held him in place on the nemeton while Parrish lit him up. Someone had to hold him there. No one could’ve survived that kind of fire. He made a sacrifice to save all of us.” Stiles couldn’t listen to Scott anymore. He still couldn’t breath but he didn’t feel so much like he was dying. Somewhere, deep inside of him, he felt a pull. He needed to follow it. Out the door, into the woods, and he was running.

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Stiles ran until his legs wouldn’t cooperate any more. He collapsed in a clearing of trees. When he looked up, he knew what had been pulling him. It was right in front of him. The nemeton. And it was glowing. Silvery blue strands of light flowed out from the center. He blinked. In that second, the light was gone, and he was just a man on his knees in front of a tree stump with the sun setting and the air turning cold.

But he’d seen it – that light. The nemeton wasn’t done with him yet, and maybe, just maybe, that meant it wasn’t done with Derek either.

[sapphireginger]

I’ve Got Your Back & You’ve Got Mine

Summary:

Two True Mates.

Derek and Stiles had faced their fair share of trauma from a chaos demon to a sadistic hunter. They were broken but they might have found a way to be whole in each other.

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Derek always went to the same cafe to grade papers. Always. He always got the same thing to drink and he always sat in the booth in the far back. Yet when he went to do so today there was someone there. Derek wasn’t happy about it. See that booth had one side against the wall which put his wolf at ease with nothing but the wall at his back. It was perfect and would allow him to see any and all threats.

It helped him but nooooo because now there was some stupid kid with a beanie, and glasses sitting there with a pen in his mouth, playing with it in a way that should have been obscene. Any other time Derek would have loved to let his wolf have what it wanted with the guy but not today, not when he had over fifty essays to grade. So, he put on his murder brows and stalked over to claim his spot. Shut up, it was his spot, okay.

The man—so not a kid in any way, shape or form—looked up when Derek got to the table and offered a quirked brow, pushing his glasses back up his nose. “Sup dude?”

Derek scowled harder. “You tell me. This is my spot.”

The guy snorted and rolled his eyes as he went back to working on his laptop. “Okay then Sheldon.”

Derek growled in annoyance. “I’m serious, kid.”

The guy flicked his gaze up and his expression shifted into a glare. “First of all, I’m not a kid. I have two doctorate degrees. So back off. Second, if the table thing is your deal then sit across from me.”

Derek made a fist, his claws popping. “I don’t like having my back towards the door. So, you move to the other side.”

The guy shook his head, gripping his pencil tightly. “No! I—” Derek quirked a brow, watching as the guy swallowed thickly, his throat clicking with the action. “I-I need to sit so I can see everything.”

Derek paused at the slight bit of fear in the guy’s voice. He relaxed slightly and tilted his head, noticing something he had missed. “You’re a spark but you’ve faced the darkness.”

The guy frowned at him. “You’re a wolf and you’ve been burned.”

Derek stiffened and nodded, his stomach swooping when the guy moved over so they could sit side by side. He offered a smile of thanks to the guy’s smile of relief.

“I’m Stiles.”

Derek nodded and firmly shook his hand. “Derek.”

When their hands connected they both felt a thrumming and when their eyes locked, they flashed emerald green. They both stilled, nearly frozen with shock and yet a fountain of hope bubbled within them. Eyes that flashed in sync, that flashed emerald green, were the universal sign of True Mates.

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Six months later Stiles woke up screaming himself hoarse from a nightmare in a cold sweat, shaking uncontrollably only to be pulled into a soft but firm embrace.

Derek held his mate close in a protective embrace and in the darkness, Stiles revealed what happened with the Nogitsune. He whispered to Derek how he had been possessed and was turned in their efforts to defeat the demon. However, he turned into a fox and not a wolf. Derek loved him as he was and whispered as much over and over and over again until Stiles fell back to sleep.

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Not even a month later, there was a small fire in their kitchen and Derek froze. He ended up putting it out but shut himself in the bathroom, climbing into the tub fully clothed. He turned the shower on and made sure the water was freezing.

That was how Stiles found his mate. He didn’t even hesitate to climb into the tub, not bothering to remove his own clothing or caring one bit about their state. Clothes were replaceable, Derek was not.

After a few minutes, Derek opened up about the fire that had killed his family and stuttered his way through explaining what happened with Kate.

Stiles whispered to Derek over and over that he loved him and that he was safe. Once Derek had calmed down, they took a hot shower and curled up together in bed.

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A year after they met they got married and moved into a new house, ready to start the next chapter of their lives.

“I love you, Sourwolf,” Stiles whispered as they made love together.

Derek smiled and kissed his mate’s nose as he locked his aventurine eyes with Stiles’s amber ones. “And I love you, Bambi.”

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Two years after they met they welcomed twins into the world. They named their little girls, Coraline who went by Cora and Klaudiya who went by Diya. It had been a shock but a welcome surprise that Stiles’s had spark decided to gift the alpha wolf and the alpha mate with their own cubs.

Two years after that, when the twins were two years old, the alpha wolf and his fox spark mate rebuilt the Hale house together by hand, well, by hand, by paw and of course by spark.

Their third child, a boy they named Mikhail, who went by Mika, was born the first night they spent in their new home.

As the alpha and alpha mate, curled up together, their cubs sleeping peacefully between them, they couldn’t help but thank the goddess.

Despite all the pain they had endured, despite all the tragedy and trauma they had borne, they were finally happy, healthy, safe and finally, finally they were home.

[obsessedwithitall]

Sometimes its Fate (Stiles x witch!reader drabble series)

This is part of a big project of small writings of conversations and situations of a long story line I've daydreamed for a long time between Stiles and a witch!reader.

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Where we meet Reader's mother

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You sat, elbows on the small cafe table, opposite your mother. For it being the first time she’d seen you in 2 months, she didn’t seem to be very happy about it.

“So it’s all going well?”

You nod slowly. “well, its going.” A small laugh exits your mouth before you can stop it.

“You have to be serious about this. You do realise the consequences if this doesn’t work out?”

“Yes mother.” You both took a sip of your drinks. She pulled a sour face as if the drink displeased her.

“So the reason I came to see you-“ seeing her daughter after her first month away from home wasn’t enough reason apparently, you thought. “ I shall be going away. Just for a few weeks.”

“Where are you going?”

“I have some business I need to attend to in Germany. I shall be back as soon as I can be.”

“What kind of business?”

“Darling,” your mother warned, “you know better than to ask silly questions about adult things. You’ll also be moving accommodation.”

“Why?”

“I have a friend who lives in town,” she ignored your question completely and continued what she wanted to tell you, “so you’ll be staying with him for safety.”

“Safety? From what?”

“I will not tell you again.”

Her hard stare made you quiet.

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

I feel bad asking for this bc I found it on your account but I’ve been searching for it for days now and can’t find it.

Essentially Scott wanted to join the pack and in order to do so the pack asked him to set stiles (who worked at a cafe) up with Derek. The pack invited stiles to a party and introduced him to Derek, they got along and then the pack told stiles they’d pay him to have sex with Derek and stiles felt used. Derek found out they’d paid Stiles and was angry and rough with Stiles.

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Anonymous asked:

Hello I’ve been looking for this fav for ages but I cannot find it and was hoping you’d be able to help

It was in an alternate universe where the pack is already established and Scott is a werewolf that wants to join. Stiles isn’t in the pack but is friends with Scott. The pack tell Scott if he wants in he needs to set Stiles and Derek up and the pack will pay stiles to sleep with Derek. Stiles doesn’t know that the plan though until after he’s already met and gotten along well with Derek but he’s broke so he goes along with it. Derek is upset thinking stiles didn’t really care about him and is really rough. Despite not having a good first time I think stiles agrees to do it again because he really needs the money.

Stiles worked at a cafe too. I’ve been searching every tag I can possibly think of and just come home with nothing

@noyzinerdnerd found this one!

Followed by the past by Amatour424

(12/12 I 90,806 I Explicit I Sterek)

“Just to be clear: you want to give a good fuck like, a literal fuck as a birthday present to Derek Hale,” Scott said uncertainly, his voice laced with confusion.

The pack nodded to his statement, one by one.

“He'll be 30, and we want him to spend this special night in a very-very pleasurable situation. Like any good pack would do for their leader. He deserves it,” Boyd smirked at the human boy.

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Stiles left the town after his graduation with his boyfriend. He moved back after some serious shit happened to his father. Now, he's alone, without any friends, with a lot on his shoulders. He finds himself in the middle of a horrible misunderstanding, which will maybe lead him to a life he always dreamed about.