#Does this count as pre-sterek?

[sterek-and-stuff-events]

Welcome to the first event!

Now until July 31st!

If you were considering doing something, but were too busy, etc, before or if this is your first time hearing of it, good news: You have a whole other month! (Until the day before the next full moon.)

This will take place between the dates of the next two full moons: June 3rd and July 3rd. (Edit: Now until July 31st!)

June’s is the Strawberry Moon, also called the Rose Moon and the Hot Moon.

July’s is the Buck Moon, also called the Hay Moon, Thunder Moon, Herb/Wyrt Moon, and Claiming Moon.

Depending on the region both are also known as the Mead Moon, hence the name and theme of the event. (The Mead Moon can also refer to the full moon closest to the summer solstice, which is in June most of the time, but is in July this year.) 

The summer solstice is June 21st, Midsummer Eve is June 23rd, and Midsummer Day is June 24th.

There are 3 ways to participate: fic, art or playlists involving 3 or more of the 21 prompts:

3s and 7s, self-expression 

Creative number 21

Fall into Altered Reality 

Frightening, enlightening or fun

 

Aphrodisiacs can induce

lovers, friends or strangers to fuck

The avatar of a dancing deity

Becomes a velvet antlered Buck

 

A courtship hunt before the Claiming

Games and riddles with the Fae

On the night of the next Full Moon

Rendezvous for a roll in the Hay

Herbs and nectar for a Honeymoon 

Converts Hot water into Mead

In the light of the Midnight Sun

A mischievous Midsummer Night’s Dream

Rumination, rambling, and Revelry 

A Ritual at the Rose of a thousand thorns

A Solstice feast of wild plum and Strawberry

Awaits between rainbows and dark Thunder storms

--Event info below--

Rules and requirements:

New or unpublished works are accepted for this event. Feel free to combine with other ongoing or upcoming events.

For Writers:

3,000 words minimum using 3 or more of the 21 prompts. 

This can be one work or multiple works of at least 1,000 words each. No maximum for word count or amount of works. 

For Artists:

Use 3 or more of the prompts to create visuals (drawings, gifsets, manips, vids/edits, moodboards, etc.) Can be one work or multiple. 

For Mixers:

There are 2 options for standalone fanmixes:

Use 3-7 prompts to make a playlist of 21 tracks. At least 3 tracks per prompt used. (For example: A playlist with 4 prompts — 5 songs for Rose, 7 songs for Full Moon, 3 songs for Thunder, and 6 songs for Altered Reality.) Arrange them however you like: all grouped together in segments, whatever flows best, randomly, etc.

Make a playlist of 21 songs with 1 song for every prompt in any order.

If you’re attaching a playlist to a fanfic or art post:

Do whatever you want, but you get extra cool points for 21 tracks and including 1 or more songs for every prompt that you use and/or 3 songs for at least one prompt.

Put your playlists on Spotify, YouTube or both so I can listen to them. 😉

Content:

This is an event for fans of Sterek, but it’s Sterek & Stuff for a reason. I’m a multishipper and some of you might be too, so the deal is if you pay the Sterek Toll you can do other Teen Wolf ships (or pre-ships and gen) in separate works in your series should you desire.

The Sterek Toll is:

At least 2 prompts and 1,000 words of Sterek for writers.

At least 2 prompts and 1 piece of art for artists.

Music is generally up to interpretation so unless you go out of your way to say it’s not for Sterek don’t worry about it, lol. But if mixers want a toll too then it’s 2-7 prompts and a 14 track playlist.  

All Sterek all the time is of course always welcome and there will be a Sterek Only subcollection on AO3 and separate Sterek and NonSterek posts on Tumblr. (Assuming anyone does NonSterek, lol.)

To count as a Sterek fanfic Stiles and Derek have to be together by the end of the work. The story should focus on them, but feel free to include other characters too. 

Sterek Plus and Sterek Poly go in the other ships category and is subject to the Sterek Toll.

Allowed:

Any background ship.

Crossovers as long as the focus is on Sterek (or other TW characters if you’ve paid the Sterek Toll.)

Angst, whump, and dark themes as long as the story (the last related work if it's part of a series) ends on an upbeat or hopeful note and there’s nothing from the Nope section.

Nope:

No permanent death of Stiles or Derek. If you’re doing a series in the same setting they both have to be alive and together (or have the possibility of being together in the future) in the last related work. This applies to other TW works too. (No permanently killing off whoever is in any other main ship either.)

No miserable, tragic endings. Everything doesn’t have to be perfect and happily ever after, but the last related work should at least have a hopeful or “we’ll make the best of this shit” ending for Stiles and Derek (or other main ship.) 

No explicit descriptions or depictions of sexual activity under 16. (Kissing, dating, references or vague descriptions are okay.)

No bestiality. (As in regular animals. Xeno /Tera with beta or full shifted Derek, Stiles, etc, is okay.)

No scat.

No death or gore fetishes. (As in rotting corpses and gaping wounds and stuff. Bloodplay is okay.)

No Real Person Fiction.

Make sure to tag accurately!

Posting:

The event starts at 5:30am PDT (12:30pm GMT) on June 3rd so please don’t post before then. 

Now officially ending at 11:59pm PDT on July 31st (6:59am GMT on August 1st,) but late posting accepted.

On Tumblr:

Tag your work here with #mead moons and #mead moons (prompt) for each prompt that you use. (Ex: #mead moons fae.) At @sterek-and-stuff-events. 

If you’re doing multiple works put links to the previous works in each new post. The requirements (3 prompts, 3,000 words for writers, etc) have to be met by the end of the event.

On AO3:

I’ll post the links to the AO3 collections on the morning of June 3rd. There will be a main Mead Moons collections and subcollections for Music, Art, Stories, and Sterek Only works. 

If you’re doing multiple works put them in a series. (Mead Moons or something related to your prompts.) The requirements (3 prompts, 3,000 words for writers, etc) have to be met by the end of the event.

Post your works to the main collection and relevant subcollections below.

The collections:

The main collection. Everything goes here.

Sterek only works.

You’ve reached the end!

Once more the prompts are: 21, Altered Reality, Aphrodisiacs, Becomes, Buck, Claiming, Fae, Full Moon, Hay, Herbs, Honeymoon, Hot, Mead, Midnight Sun, Midsummer Night’s Dream, Revelry, Ritual, Rose, Solstice, Strawberry, and Thunder. (They're up to your interpretation!)

Thanks for checking out the event. I hope you enjoy creating and/or reading, looking at, and listening to the works! 

I'm @triskhellion

Discord.

[smowkie]

Getting to know you meme

I was tagged by the lovely @lena221bee, thank you!

Favourite time of the year: tough question, I like all of them in their own way, but my body prefers the summer (less stiff and/or painful joints, better skin, etc.), and I also enjoy not being cold, but also, right now it's crisp and cold and snowy, and it's soooo lovely, absolutely beautiful and super cozy, except that a bunch of my joints get super whiny (seriously, my wrists hurt when I washed my hands earlier...) and my skin absolutely hates the crisp cold, etc. but yeah, I'm gonna go with summer or winter. maybe spring or fall too though, they're nice too xD

Comfort foods: hm. tacos? no, that's just good food. I don't know. candy doesn't count, does it?

Do you collect anything: I did when I was growing up, I collected horse figurines, so I still have a ton of them but most are in boxes or somehow lost (given away I guess). I have a ton of books too, I have a very hard time getting rid of books and I tended to buy a lot more books than I needed before, so honestly, you could say I collected those too, even if it was never "intentional"

Favourite drinks: Trocadero, julmust, Red Bull, (Coca) Cola (though Cuba Cola is my top pick of colas atm), hot chocolate... I like sodas and sweet drinks xD (and now I came to think of alcoholic drinks and I suddenly want a White Russian)

Favorite music artists: if you know me at all, you know how bad I am at favorites, and I'm super bad at music. Queen and Bon Jovi, idk.

Current favourite songs: meh. I don't know when I listened to anything last. gonna go with the band Lord of the Lost, even thought I haven't actually listened to them in weeks, but they are the band I listen to mostly atm (99% of the time because my sister sends me songs to yell about xD)

Favourite fics: Wolf in the House by JoeLawson (Sterek, pre-slash, 33k words)

Favourite video games: depends on who is playing and who I am playing with; if I'm playing with some very specific people: World of Warcraft (I often miss WoW, but a lot of what I miss can't be replaced as it's the experience of playing with those friends, those people whom I was close with back then, including the ex-boyfriend who sat next to me when we played, and I can't get that back), if I'm playing with Bowlegs: Terraria, if I'm playing alone: Don't Starve (I think), and if Bowlegs is playing and I'm watching: XCOM.

I tag: @novemberhush @veltana @rieraclaelin @thor-ohdamnsonn @yodas-yo-yo @metalsteveharrington @outtoshatter @crazyassmurdererwall @ladydrace and anyone else who wants to do this, please claim a tag from me! And as always, no pressure to anyone tagged.

[awkwardanxiousasexual]

Soooooo I finally watched the Teen Wolf Movie and I have a couple thoughts that I need to write down....

- First off, I don’t really get Hakari as a character? Is she supposed to be Liams girlfriend? Just a friend? I got the impression that she and Scott had met before and knew each other but I have no clue how they met or how well they knew each other. I felt like we got to know nothing about her other then that she is a Kitsune. I suspect that this is a result of Arden Cho declining to be in the movie. They needed a Kitsune in the main cast because the villain was the Nogitsune but couldn’t use Kira. I wouldn’t be surprised if a lot of her lines were originally Kira’s and they just changed the name. 

-I don’t like that Allison came back. It’s fine and all but it’s just not my vibe. I kinda assumed that once all the villains were gone she would disappear? I thought that she was more a projection or a spell and wouldn’t stay alive so now that she is real (I’m assuming) I feel kinda weird about it.

-You can always count on Teen Wolf to have queerbait. Eli really does come across as a Sterek child. Like he very much had Stiles energy (clumsy, bad at lacrosse, sarcastic, obsessed with the jeep) while being Dereks son. There is no way that the writers had no idea what they were doing with this. Coming from someone who doesn’t even ship Sterek, it’s so obvious that they wanted Sterek shippers to draw those parallel even though it’s not canon

-I HATE Malia and Parrish together. It doesn’t make any sense at ALL. Why do they keep trying to pair Parrish with these younger women??? Like I get that they are both adults but when you remember that he had that weird flirting thing with Lydia in season 6 and now this? Plus Malia was with Stiles, then Scott, now Parrish? Can’t she just exist without a relationship for a bit please?

-The chemistry teacher was not a good villain. I literally forgot about him lmao he was not a memorable enough character (imo) to have the dramatic face reveal and need the hood the whole time. 

- I feel like the idea of Eli being scared of being a Werewolf because he saw his dad as a monster was a really interesting idea that went terribly. It could have been fleshed out a lot more. It just felt like a really fast jump from Eli cant transform to Eli is a werewolf. 

-Overall, I feel like there weren’t enough meaningful interactions between characters? Why didn’t we get to see Liam and Mason talk? They are best friends!! Or Liam interacting with Scott more given that he was Scotts beta? I saw this on tumblr earlier (sorry I don’t remember from who) but Eli and Malia are literally related and it’s hard to tell. It’s implied that Malia was somewhat involved in his life since she knows that he has issues transforming but it’s not obvious from their interactions. A lot of this movie just felt awkward because these characters have pre-existing relationships that went ignored. It doesn’t help that the cast was just whoever was willing to show up and not who was needed for the story

-Derek dying is a terrible ending to his character especially since he burned like the rest of his family. I don’t think that he would just abandon his son. I get that he was dying to protect him but there had to have been other ways to kill the Nogitsune

[sapphicblight]

3, 13, 41, 49 and 50 please? Love your writing and would love to know more 💖💖💖

3. What are some tropes or details that you think are very characteristic of your fics?

insecurity is a big one i’d say. it’s one of my favorite topics to read about in fics too so naturally it made its way into my writing. we’re not gonna look too deeply into how that relates to my own insecurities and journey into learning to love myself, shhhh. crying is also a theme too, because i want my characters to suffer but i also want them to be able to let it out, give them that release shdjfg

as for smut specific details, crying is once again a thing?? ok sure 😅 and overstimulation too, even in the v first smut i ever wrote (your body’s a tether), though the first time i properly went in on that was for eat bathe (make) love where the entire second and third chapter pete is just overstimulated to hell and back. sorry buddy sdbhf

also — im still learning how to write bdsm and kinda chickened out of realllly exploring it for my past fics, so i just kinda stuck to choking and spanking for most of my vp sex scenes, and in the case of intrinsically i actually kind of regret that (the spanking especially, in hindsight i just don’t think it fits the tone and what the characters would do / need right then) 

13. Are there any tropes you used to like but don’t anymore?

ooooh shit i actually rly need to think about this one. idk does abo count? shdnjfk i used to read it sort of almost accidentally, not really realizing what i was getting into with that till much later, back when i used to read a lot of sterek fanfiction (and some destiel too). very occasionally an author will do a lot of legwork with worldbuilding and sell me on it for that fic specifically, but in general i havent been into abo or mpreg themes (not counting a ftm trans character in that — the thing i dislike reading is mpreg that can’t occur irl) for a few years now.

i also used to be more into aus that had nothing to do w canon, like high school aus and (for stuff like merlin) modern aus, which is funny bc i wrote a college au and am now writing a historical au w luna, but i never said i wasn’t a hypocrite hdnjgh — but yeah nowadays i almost exclusively read canon-compliant, canon-divergent, or post-canon fics. i came here for these characters in this setting usually, so then that’s what i seek more of 🤷‍♀️

41. Link a fic that made you think, “Wow, I want to write like that.”

oooh there are MANY. there are some authors whose writing styles have my brain zooming with envy but mostly just so much appreciation and enjoyment. some of my very favorites tend to be angsty fics, and angst is just my go to vibe and genre to read, so while i have many favorites that are more happy or humorous, i'm going to specifically shout out two of the angstiest pete-centric ones that made my chest ache with emotion as i read them: milk teeth by constitutiondumpstat; and only the heart knows. by evashougouki (i still havent gotten around to their recent 20k words pete fic nothing. that i just know is going to break me so good. i rly need to get on that asap but consider this a pre-emptive shoutout to that for probably changing my brain chemistry once i read it as well)

49. What are you currently working on? Share a few lines if you’re up for it! 

ohoho well for snippets of the prohibition au i recommend checking luna’s twitter or tumblr, she’s posted a few already! 

so instead i’ll post a slightly redacted snippet from the 4th chapter of my mobwife au (‘ultraviolet disguise’, a canon-divergent au where pete never got recruited as bodyguard but ends up caught up in mafia bullshit anyway when he starts dating a mafia don named ‘hwan’ who vegas has been trying to take down for a while now)

50. Answer any question of your choice, or talk about anything you want to talk about! 

hmmmm. i think i’ll take this opportunity to grab question 48 (What’s the last fic you read? Do you recommend it?) and plug @lu-sn’s discotheque rouge which just got a second chapter that makes me want to live inside her specific brand of post-canon vegaspete 💕 

[quietlysatan]

wild heart - starcanopus, AO3

Link: Here!!

Rating: Explicit in a sex way but nothing physically happens

Favorite Quote(s): This one, definitely

“We could have been fucking for weeks?” gasps Stiles, outraged.

Words & Chapter(s):  words, one-shot

Pairing(s): Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Summary: “I want him to pound me into the ground.”

Scott, being the complete and utter wimp and metaphorical blushing virgin that he is, predictably sprays coffee all over the notes laid out in front of him.

“Stiles!”

Score: 13

Warning(s): Okay so, there’s not any actual lemon but like, the conversations are very very VERY explicit, so, take that as you will

Pros: Literally every single thing I’ve read from the author like all of it is just So Good, but this is the one I’m choosing to review right now because I love it so fucking much, and really in character with how  we see the pack and the storylines are always so easy to get into and entertaining and I haven’t been confused while reading a single scene yet, even  starcanopus’s actual smut fics are good which isn’t the easiest of finds, regardless if you’re looking for someone from the Sterek fandom to binge read  starcanopus is definitely someone you should consider!!

Gif Aesthetic: Stiles in a nutshell

[themoonslore]

Bad Alan Deaton Teen Wolf Fan Fic Part 1

Protect and Serve by MoonlitMemoires

Word Count: 150789 Chapter 17/17 Sterek

Stiles discovers the Nemeton starting to grow again in the preserve on Hale land. What does that mean for the pack? More importantly: why does the Nemeton seem so attached to Stiles?

Guardian By Lerya

Word Count: 160953 Chapters 79/100 Last updated 02/2022 Steter

After Stiles finally realises how little he means to Scott, and how little his opinions and even his research mean to the 'true Alpha', he's had enough. With most of the original Hale pack getting away from the Hellhole that is Beacon Hills, he prepares to do the same. The extra addition wasn't planned, but most welcomed, as was an invite by the counsel.

He could do this, going around the world, helping other Supernaturals, getting to know the world, and learning about himself and the community.

Lost on you by devilscut

Word count: 51334 Chapter 8/8 Sterek, steter, Steterek Halecestinski (TW Incest)

A deadly encounter with an Alpha changes Stiles' life forever - kicked out and betrayed by his best friend and brother, Scott McCall, he leaves Beacon Hills, but much to his surprise not alone. Ten years down the track, living a life he never dreamed possible, a chance meeting brings back memories of that night - the good and bad mixed with a whole lotta WTF that even now still has him scratching his head as to what happened.

You get what you need by rebak1tten

Word Count: 51875 Chapter 19/19 Steter

Stiles and Peter are accidentally mated and eventually learn to make it work.

Spiderweb of lies by pineneedlepants

Word Count: 54387 Chapter 5/5 Sterek

Derek gets a chance to gain his alpha powers back. The only one throwing a wrench in those plans is Scott.

Post Hoc Ergo Propter Hoc by crushing83

Word count: 100971 Chapter 21/21  pre-sterek

After graduation, the pack's betas told Stiles that he should leave Beacon Hills. Stiles finally realised that he would never fit in with them, even though his twin brother was a part of their ranks; the realisation stung after everything he'd done for them and everything that happened to him because of them. He decided to shut them out, too, and break all ties with Beacon Hills—except for the connection to his father.

He grew up and (thinks he has) moved on, but he never lets himself get too comfortable or too close to anyone. His magical gifts flourish; he learns how to put his abilities and mind to good use, often putting himself between hunters and supernaturals. He has an alias to further separate himself from his past.

It works. It works for years. Stiles is fine.

When he finally feels like he's found his place in the world, his past comes calling for him. And he realises he might be less fine and more of a work-in-progress. He'll get there.

part 1  Part 2

[meggie-stardust]

Tagged by the always lovely @myletternevercame. Thanks babe < 3

how many works do you have on AO3? 57

what’s your total ao3 word count? 18,2645 (dang!)

what are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Acts of Man | Merlin | Merlin/Arthur

Nightmares | PJO | Jason/Percy

Looking for the Things We Lost | Teen Wolf | Peter/Stiles

Here I Am (Stuck in the Middle With You) | PJO | Jason/Percy

The Legend is True | Teen Wolf | Peter/Stiles

do you respond to comments, why or why not? I try to as often as I can. When I first post something and I get an influx of comments, I try to do it once a day. But when I get random comments on old stuff, I often forget to go back and reply, but I read every single one, and I do try to remember to write back.

what’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending? Oh man. Most of my fics happy endings... But the happiest?? Probably Acts of Man, since it's a Christmas fic and it has this kind of storybook coda on the end of it.

what’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending? Hmm. My older fics tended to be a little more angsty and open ended... probably this old Sterek fic Those Who Hunt Us or this Isaac Lahey study Bygone

do you write crossovers? Not much anymore, but I did a cool 3 sentence fic challenge back in 2014 and each prompt (from tumblr folks at the time) were things like MJN air + Supernatural or Sherlock and John work at Mooby's. I also have a soft spot for this Sherlock/Cowboy Bebop xover cleverly called 221Bebop: Honky Tonk Woman. And of course, there is the abandoned HP/Sherlock crossover bestie and I started and will never finish, so IDK why I even bring it up. Actually come to think of it, I also had the Sherlock Monstrumologist one... I just wrote a lot of Sherlock xover fic back in the day, huh.

have you ever received hate on a fic? Not on AO3 comments. I haven't gotten some odd reviews/comments, but I have been very fortunate to have not experienced much of this in my 20+ years in fandom.

do you write smut? if so, what kind? Yes. All of the kinds?? I remember thinking it was such a big deal to write a "lemon" back int the day, and now it's old hat. Of course, I can't really write PWPs (I think I have one maybe??), I always have to write a giant backstory just to get to the good stuff (see my 18k GW beast of a fic for a lemon/smut fest. smhd)

have you ever had a fic stolen? not that I'm aware of...

have you ever had a fic translated? Yes! And it's such an insanely wonderful honor. I've also had fics written that are inspired by mine and I just... blanket permission to anyone who wants to remix, translate, art, whatever my work. It's so flattering.

Most recently, I had Black Sails in the Sunset translated into Portuguese.

have you ever co-written a fic before? Yes, but it was abandoned. I would love to do something like that again. Or something slightly different, like a comic *cough*@bettertasting*cough*

what’s your all-time favourite ship? How does one even answer that? Heero/Duo was the ship that got me into fandom; Harry/Draco is something I will still occasionally return to when I want like nostalgic comfort; Merlin/Arthur has some of the best fanworks I've ever consumed and they feel more like canon works than fanon; I've been reading and writing Stiles/Peter for like 5 years now... So, this is my non-answer. IDK man. I have a whole fleet and I'm ok with that.

what’s a wip that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will? I had this idea for a Stranger Things OT3 fic at the end of Season 1, and then I wrote the first chapter and never posted it or wrote more before Season 2 dropped, and meh. I'll never go back to it. I loved the idea, but the characters have changed so much, I don't think I could capture what I wanted anymore. Maybe I'll post my WIPs I'll never finish someday and clean out my WIP folder.

what are your writing strengths? I think I'm funny and can inject that well into characters? And I like to think that I am good at writing in the character voice.

what are your writing weaknesses? If I need a "real" plot. Like, I cannot write case fics or mission fics or anything like that. I spent ages reworking my last fic so I could "Kevin Smith" the action by only have characters talk about some stuff that happened to them, and never see any of it on screen.

what are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? I think I would take the easy way out and do it like: "blah blah blah" she said in French; or "she let out a rant in French" but never actually worry about translating anything.

what was the first fandom you wrote for? Gundam Wing! And back at it 20 years later!

what’s your favourite fic you’ve written? Hmmm. I really do like the last fic I wrote, my reentry to GW:

Our Love Keeps the Things it Finds | Gundam Wing | Heero/Duo/Trowa

And on the other end of the spectrum, and short 500 word fic that I really, really love:

A Slow Deep Panic | PJO | pre-Jason/Percy-ish

ok tagging: @punchedbymarkesmith @gatesofdisorder @lolahardy @pineappleglazedham @gentleranium @theheadgirl and you! Yes, you! Do you write fic? Are we mutuals? Do you want me to tag you in things? Let me know by doing this and tagging me!

[mechformers]

hello hello! 'tis i, your sterek secret santa! i'm back with one final question. and this time, i'm pretty sure i'm not lying 😆 so on your list of dislikes, said you'd like no previous lovers mentions and would prefer stiles pre-girlfriends. does a passing mention of his crush on lydia count?

also, your fic is 🔥 and i'm glad that porn with feelings is a tag 🙈

Hello again my very adorably lovely Sterek secret santa friend! 😁✨✨

(it's seriously so nice getting these asks from you XD it's almost like an advent calendar ☃️ )

Stiles' crush on Lydia is legend and I would be so sad to see it gone XD It's just so adorable and honestly, just innocent fun, and he's just... *deepest sigh*He's just so lovely in his campaign to woo her lol Thank you for reminding me that I need to add a little (Lydia crush is a-okay 👌) to my dislikes 😁

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh! You are SUCH a tease!! 👀👀👀 I swear, every time I think about it, I get butterflies in my stomach and I actually do get all giddy 😂 I so can't wait for the gifts to be gifted and then for the reveals just so that I can slap, stamp and nail my (I'm afraid very lengthy and not at all on point as to understanding it) comments all over the fic and you! 😄💕💕

Wishing you an absolutely wonderful week! 😊✨✨

[the-cookie-of-doom]

I have no idea what I want to work on, so I’m going to do what one of my fav blogs does (veliseraptor, not tagging tho cause I don't think she’s into teen wolf). send a number with which fic I should work on, and I’ll write at least 150 words for it. 

1. Call of the Wild (steter) When the town rose and the church bells rang, Stiles left the porch and made his way into town for prayer, as all good men must. The sick, those that were able to leave bed at least, were kept segregated to one side of the church. The healthy kept their mouths hidden with cloth masks and scarves, in a vain attempt to not succumb. Together, they all bowed their heads in prayer, while father Marsh spoke of repentance for their sins. And though it was blasphemous, Stiles prayed to his late wife’s uncaring god for his son to be spared, for the unholy beasts in the woods to follow through on their promise, and save his son.

2. Resilient (steter) Stiles took Peter’s arm again when he offered it, feeling like a character in a storybook as they walked with Stiles’ hand on the crook of his elbow, Peter’s free hand holding it there. The skin of his palm was warm, and soft, but strong. Stiles wondered what it would feel like elsewhere, and then the tips of his ears burned as his teenage hormones tried to take that thought to bad places. I want him to touch me in bad places, Stiles thought, biting his lip on a soft sigh. Oh my god, no, have some class for once in your life.

3. Castle in the Clouds (Sterek, pre-relationship/slow-burn, very cute and angsty, not a lot written for it yet) Stiles narrowed his eyes, looking up at the man. He showed no signs of giving in. Stiles’ eyes darted down to the comic resting innocuously on the counter between them. A first edition of Batman #199 that Stiles has had his eye on for months, finally tracking it down to Corey’s shop. The man wasn’t budging. Stiles worried his bottom lip, eyebrows creasing, before he sighed.

“Seventy?” Stiles asked, a hopeful tone in his pitched voice. Corey grunted, looking down at him consideringly - condescendingly - before nodding in acquiescence. He extended one meaty hand expectantly. Stiles gleefully counted out the cash and slapped it onto his palm, then snatched up the book with his own grubby little fingers before Corey could change his mind. He didn’t want the older man stiffing him on their deal. “Thank you! And you’ll put in my order right? For all the Arkham Asylum books?” 

4. White Dove (steter) Stiles quickly stood, scrambling after him to catch Peter’s arm. A dangerous move, but he knew Peter wouldn’t hurt him. Not now, even if they were on opposite sides of this war. If he had any intention of hurting Stiles, he would have done it last night. 

“I don’t want to be your enemy,” Stiles said, in place of the million other things he wanted to say instead. Starting with I’m sorry and ending with I love you.

5. Dealer’s choice, because I feel like I’m leaving some out. So if there was something you saw me talking about/one of the drabbles you want a continuation of, tell me the name/general idea.

[kaistrex]

Hesitance and Hunger

Five times Derek gets propositioned by an incubus and one time he gets the real thing. 5578w | Also on AO3

This is my entry for the Sterek Week 2017 day 4 theme 'Mates'.

(A quick warning for brief minor dubcon as an incubus tries to trick Derek into thinking he’s Stiles, but it doesn’t last very long or get very far.)

Derek listens to Stiles’ jeep pull out of the lot below the loft, the last car to leave. The quiet always feels a bit eerie once the pack have gone, like the weighted hush of a library, and though he specifically chose the location because of distant neighbours, it always takes him a minute to adjust to the rare solitude he usually basks in.

He busies himself with collecting the glasses strewn around the room, Erica’s and Lydia’s easily distinguishable by the lipstick smears around the rims, and has just started to load them into the dishwasher when he catches a faint heartbeat approaching from the ground floor.

He pauses, listening, unable to place who it could belong to. He can’t assign it to any members of the pack, the only others (still alive) to have ever set foot inside the loft, but the approach is steady and sure. A stranger wouldn’t be so at ease.

He sets the final glass in the dishwasher and closes it up, eyes on the door as he waits. He doesn’t unsheathe his claws but it’s a near thing.

The visitor reaches the door and doesn’t hesitate to slide it open, revealing— Stiles. Derek’s fists unclench, his frown becoming raised eyebrows as Stiles heads straight for him.

“I forgot something,” is the only explanation he offers before he places his hands on either side of Derek’s face and pulls him in for a kiss.

Derek’s mind goes blank and when he manages to come back to himself, he’s whining high in his throat with Stiles pinned between him and the kitchen counter. They’re enveloped in the honeyed scent of lust that’s always reminded him of the specific shade of Stiles’ eyes. It’s a scent he’s caught wafting from him many times before, but never this potent. He’s drunk on it.

“Derek,” Stiles is panting, over and over, and he sounds— he sounds wrecked. Like they've been at this for hours, like he never wants it to stop.

“Stiles, we can’t—” Derek gasps between kisses, but he reaches down and hoists Stiles up by his thighs anyway, setting him on the counter as Stiles’ legs lock around his waist. “We have to wait—”

“Shh. Don't stop, please don't stop,” Stiles begs, sliding his hands down to slip into the back pockets of Derek’s jeans and pull their hips flush together.

Derek goes pliant against him, the most restraint he can manage as Stiles’ hips roll against his, teeth grazing his earlobe. All he can think about is how perfectly they fit together like this, made for each other. Mate.

With that thought, he crumbles.

His hands rove to touch every inch he can reach as he finds Stiles’ lips again. He needs more, to feel skin against skin, but when his thumbs flit beneath Stiles t-shirt, he freezes.

He pulls back an inch, trying to work out the sudden squirming unease as Stiles takes the opportunity to mouth at his neck instead. A traitorous part of Derek’s brain has his head tilting back for more, even as it whirs to grasp the thread eluding him.

Something’s not right, something about Stiles’ t-shirt. It takes him a lot longer than it should to work out why that’s significant.

Five minutes ago, Stiles had been wearing his usual plaid-over-tee, red and grey check over black. Derek knows because Stiles had had the sleeves rolled up and Derek was barely able to tear his eyes away from the veins mapping his forearms. Now, the shirt is nowhere to be seen and his t-shirt is plain white.

With that realisation, it’s like the first domino toppling: he didn’t hear Stiles’ Jeep preceding his return, didn’t recognise the footsteps or the heartbeat approaching up the lift even though Derek could tap out the rhythm of Stiles’ at any given moment. It was all forgotten as soon as that scent hit his nose and Stiles distracted him with that kiss.

“Derek?” Stiles has a hand reaching out, his lips swollen, hair wild, pupils dilated. Derek did that to him. Only, it isn’t Stiles.

“Incubus,” Derek hisses around a mouthful of fangs, claws popping ready to do damage.

Stiles slithers down from the counter, erection outlined at the front of his jeans, and Derek digs a fang into his lip, drawing blood.

“Derek, you don’t have to fight this,” Stiles coaxes, stepping closer.

Derek sways despite himself and it has nausea swirling in his stomach.

Stiles’ hands slide up his chest and round to cradle the back of his neck but Derek shoves him back.

“Don’t touch me.”

He retreats further but the incubus follows, continuing in that same wheedling tone that’s making the hairs on Derek’s arms stand on end to hear it coming from Stiles’ mouth.

“It’s okay, Derek,” he breathes, almost as if his mouth is pressed close to Derek’s ear. It sends shivers up his spine of both the good and bad variety, but the thrall has weakened under his fury.

He grabs the incubus by the upper arms and slams him into the wall beside the fridge.

“You come into my home?” he all but roars, barely able to see through a haze of red.

The incubus’ mouth is open in that same way Stiles’ always is, offering a glimpse of the glistening wetness just inside. His gaze flickers between Derek’s eyes and lips, seeming unfazed by the Alpha werewolf coiled on the edge of violence with hands close to his throat.

Derek is reminded of that time in Stiles’ room two years ago when he pushed him into his bedroom wall, back when Stiles still had the cute buzzcut and was still scared of him. His eyes had been drawn to Derek’s lips then and it was the closest Derek’s ever come to breaking and revealing just what Stiles is to him.

After that, he vowed to never let himself get so close again, at least not before Stiles turned eighteen. Being faced with what he’s been aching for for the past two years, it’s crushing to see how weak that resolve really is.

As the red in his vision fades, all he can see is Stiles grimacing at pain Derek is inflicting as he squeezes his arms and he leaps back, retracting his claws. Shame courses through him even as he reminds himself it’s not really Stiles he was hurting.

“Get out.”

The incubus sighs, like it’s just experiencing a minor inconvenience, but it does start to head towards the door.

“Give it time. Soon you’ll be seeking me out,” it promises as it steps out the door.

“If I see you again, I’ll tear out your throat,” Derek hisses back.

“Could you do that to this face?” the incubus asks, fluttering his eyelashes.

Derek yanks the door shut with a snarl.

He listens to the incubus’ retreat, chest heaving with rage that has no avenue to escape. He’s unsettled, like there’s something crawling beneath his skin that he can’t cut out. The stink of the incubus is still lingering, clinging to his clothes and wafting around him as he tries to pace out his aggression. He tosses them straight in the wash, changing into a fresh set before opening every window in the loft and scaling down the side of the building from the balcony. He needs to run, mark out the perimeter of his territory and check on each member of the pack even though he knows the incubus bears them no threat. And if he happens to stand outside one house longer than any other, well, no one needs to know.

 *

 He doesn’t see Stiles again - the real Stiles - until two days later. Lydia’s throwing a party for her eighteenth birthday, a much quieter affair than parties previous ever since the plunge into the world of the supernatural shook up her priorities and made her realise what — and who — truly mattered.

Derek had pre-empted any begging by declaring he wasn’t buying them alcohol, but it’s apparently being provided by Lydia’s mom — along with strict rules involving water and more water. Though, with most of the partygoers unable to get drunk, it's not like there's much to worry about.

He's just climbing out of his car beside the already packed driveway when the rattle of Stiles’ jeep approaches and pulls in to park at the side of the road behind him. His heart clenches as he turns round.  Stiles’ excitement is palpable as he jumps out, eyes lit by a beaming smile, and Derek barely notices Scott and Kira climbing out behind him.

He stands frozen. An incubus’ illusion can’t extend beyond the skin, so his Jeep proves it’s the real Stiles, but he can’t forget how the incubus had managed to so easily override what his senses had been telling him. The memory of having him close enough to count every eyelash and feel his breath skimming his cheeks has been haunting him ever since it happened. He knows what his lips feel like now even if they weren’t his and he can’t take that back, can’t stop his skin crawling with shame at how violated Stiles would feel if he ever found out.

Derek can’t hold his gaze. Instead, he stalks up the front path after no more than a nod and leaves the front door ajar when Lydia answers at the bell. He’s not managed to even utter a ‘Happy Birthday’ before something pink and fizzy is thrust into his hand, a cocktail umbrella skewering a cherry balanced on the edge of the glass. Erica is unable to stop giggling at the picture he makes and he doesn’t mind humouring her.

He hands Lydia a card containing a gift voucher for a hair product brand he’s never heard of that her mom told him to get and she sets it down on top of a small pile of presents on a cabinet beside the door.

Natalie is just heading up the stairs with some cartons of Chinese takeout as Derek steps through to the kitchen, keen to leave the kids to their fun. She offers him a cheerful greeting and, not for the last time, he's grateful to have another parent in the know who doesn’t frown at the older — exonerated — murder suspect hanging around their children.

Derek doesn’t plan to stay long either, and not just because of his turmoil over the incubus. It’s times like these when he notices the age difference between them despite how they’ve had to mature with everything they face on a day to day basis. He knows they need this, and they need it without being under the strict, watchful eye of their Alpha.

He could also do without the reminder that it isn’t Stiles’ eighteenth they’re celebrating, that there’s still a couple of months to wait before he can finally make his intentions known, all the while having to fend off an incubus on the prowl.

At the kitchen counter, Allison and Isaac are mixing up some revolting concoction of whatever they can get their hands on and Derek hurries to slip through to the living room before they can rope him into being their guinea pig. He joins Boyd and Jackson on the plush couches where they're already nursing beers and tries not to listen to the ruckus that erupts in the kitchen with Stiles’ arrival. Derek is not surprised at all to see him snatch up the drink Allison and Isaac had been inventing and take an over-enthusiastic gulp.

Those in the kitchen eventually pile into the lounge and squeeze onto the sofas, Derek ending up pressed between Stiles and the arm. His free hand clenches into a fist at the press of heat from Stiles’ body all down his side and he digs his nails into skin, wishing he could use his claws.

The one pink drink is all Derek allows himself before heading to the kitchen to return the glass and catch Lydia where she's pouring herself another so he can say goodbye without drawing attention.

She's already swaying a little, proof the party started a little earlier for her, and she sighs as she wraps her arms around his middle and sags against him. Out of habit, he pats her on the head, and it speaks to how much she’s already drunk that she doesn’t scold him for messing up her hair.

He slips out the front door into the night during a bout of raucous laughter from the living room, clicking it softly shut behind him. They’ll notice his absence but he knows they understand and at least appreciate him making an appearance, however brief.

He takes a deep breath of the night air. For the last two days, he’s felt like the stink of the incubus has been caught in his nostrils and no amount of fresh air is able to shift it, even now. He sighs, trudges down the front path to his car lit by an overhead streetlamp and is just reaching for the handle when-

“Derek!”

His gaze flickers up to Stiles coming towards him across the front lawn, eyes sparkling. He starts to smile in spite of himself, but then he takes in the too wide stripes on his green and blue plaid shirt and his jaw tightens.

“Hmm. Not quite right?” the incubus asks, plucking at the collar. “It's the best I had at such short notice.”

Derek bristles at the implication that he must have spied on Stiles to copy his outfit. Creep.

“What if someone sees you?” Derek hisses.

The incubus just shrugs. “It won’t be him they’ll see.”

Derek had forgotten for a moment that incubi take on the visage of what someone finds the most attractive, appearing different to every person who looks at them.

“Though, I do wonder who loverboy would see if he looked out the window right now. Tall, dark and broody? Or fiery strawberry-blonde?”

Derek ignores the jibe; incubi can’t look like women, no matter a person’s preferences.

“I said if I saw you again I’d rip out your throat.”

One corner of the incubus’ mouth quirks up in a smile and he tilts his head back, exposing the pale column of his neck. “I won’t stop you.”

Derek hisses through fangs trying to lengthen. “Stop. Following me,” he growls, and wrenches open his car door. He slams it shut behind him and flicks on the locks before the incubus can decide to follow; he doesn’t want its stench soaking into his car too.

He heads straight out of town, planning on just a short drive to relieve some of his aggression but doesn’t get back to the loft until the early hours of the morning.

 *

 On rare quiet nights in Beacon Hills when Derek’s thoughts get too loud, Jungle is the perfect reprieve. He doesn’t like to think about how something about that is kind of fucked up, how he’s so accustomed to the constant threat of death that it’s more unsettling when nothing’s trying to kill him or the people he cares about.

Derek has no qualms intimidating a patron out of a bar stool, and he sits for hours letting the thunder of the bass and the beat consume him.

He doesn’t dance. Music has never affected him in that way, instead being something he’s always soaked in instead of released. Not like Stiles.

Since the kanima incident, Derek has spotted him there at least once a month. He wasn’t going to tell him he shouldn’t be there. He knew how teenagers reacted when told they couldn’t do something and Stiles fell on the extreme end of that spectrum. Instead, he always claimed a spot that gave a clear view of him to keep an eye out for any trouble - while making sure Stiles never spotted him in return. Usually, his flailing limbs are given a wide berth as he dances like someone possessed, a fact he either hasn't noticed or doesn't give a damn about, and Derek spends most of his night burying his laughter in his drink. On the rare occasion someone isn’t put off by Stiles’ wild dancing, a flash of his eyes is all he needs to have them turning tail.

Stiles has never tried to hook up with anyone though. He seems more than content with just the dancing, always ending the evening flushed and sweaty. Derek doesn’t spend the rest of his night thinking about what it would be like to go home with him.

But today, when Derek turns to cast his eyes over the crowd, he almost chokes on his drink.

Stiles is surrounded by a crowd of men, all with eyes on him and all vying for his attention in return. He’s wrapping every one around his little finger with just a look or a touch.

But no. This isn’t Stiles. There’s no enthusiastic flailing or stray elbows, no blinding grin. Instead, the incubus is fluid, in sync with all the men around him and in a much more revealing wardrobe. He’s mesmerising.

Despite the realisation it’s just the incubus, Derek’s claws are still threatening to emerge at all the hands running over him, only able to see Stiles being groped, no matter that they’re each seeing their own fantasy.

The incubus glances over his shoulder, sees Derek and smirks. Derek’s stomach still swoops at having Stiles look at him that way even though he knows it’s only an imposter. He tears his eyes away and turns back to his drink.

“Did you really think I’d give up that easily?”

Derek can’t help the way his shoulders hunch at the incubus’ approach. He narrows his eyes and casts his sideways glance around the room, wondering why this incubus is so keen on hounding him when he has a whole horde of willing meals to choose from.

The incubus must be able to read the question on his face because he smiles, the one Stiles uses when he knows something no one else does, and leans in close.

“Do you know how rare a feast it is to feed on the energy of an Alpha pining after their mate?” He takes a deep breath, pupils dilating, and a cloud of the incubus’ potent arousal swirls around Derek. It brings back flashes of kiss-swollen lips, of Stiles arching under his hands, of honey and Derek and mate.

He chugs down the rest of his drink and slams the glass onto the bar almost hard enough to smash it. As he battles his way through the crowd of writhing bodies to the exit, he’s sure he hears a dark chuckle.

He doesn’t look back.

 *

 The problem with Beacon Hills is it can never be quiet for long. He hears from the Sheriff there have been reports of a new drug on the market that brings the user’s hallucinations to life, and though John’s managed to convince bystanders they were under the influence of the drug too, his deputies are starting to get baffled.

Accounts so far include seeing people shooting sparks from their fingers, levitating and, in one case, even conjuring a pink elephant that trampled a few cars. Luckily, the corporeal hallucinations disappear when the drug wears off. It means the Sheriff didn't need to try and explain the exotic pachyderm spotted wandering down main street at two in the morning to the relevant authorities. It’s a miracle no one's been hurt so far.

Fae magic is Derek’s first guess and he knows the best place to start looking for the culprit. It just happens to be somewhere he’s been avoiding ever since he found out the incubus has made it its feeding ground.

The plan was to take care of it himself but Stiles 'accidentally’ overheard while the Sheriff was bringing Derek up to speed and, before he knew it, the task had become a pack outing. He doesn't bother trying to put his foot down; they’ll just sneak in the back with or without him.

As soon as they’re inside the club, the rest of the pack scamper off like kids at a fair despite Derek specifically ordering them to stay close. He turns his eyes to the ceiling and shakes his head before attempting a calming deep breath and seeking out the nearest shadowy corner in search of his quarry. It’s no surprise he finds the incubus first.

He’s halfway through his search of the edges of the club when a hand presses to the wall in front of him, halting his progress, and he looks to the ceiling in his second eyeroll of the night. The attitude drops away, along with his jaw, when he looks at the incubus crowding close. There’s a light sheen of sweat over his collarbones, his cheeks flushed from exertion and his bright eyes are hooded like he's already fed but is still hungry for more.

He leans in to speak into Derek’s ear, but to say what, he doesn’t find out. His eyes snap to the real Stiles barging across the crowded dancefloor towards them, a determined set to his jaw.

“Trust you to find more trouble,” Stiles yells over the music once he reaches Derek’s side, pinning the incubus with narrowed eyes. “We can’t leave you alone for a second!” He’s already patting at his pockets for something. “What kills shapeshifters? Silver?”

Derek grabs his wrist when he sees the flash of a blade emerging from one of his pockets.

“Put it away,” he grunts. As much as he’d like to run the infuriating creature through with it himself, he’s not actually a threat to anyone. Unlike myths would have people believe, an incubus feeding on a person’s life force never leads to death, just mutual satiation.

Stiles still looks suspicious but he does leave the knife in his pocket. The incubus takes it as his chance to melt back into the crowd.

“Don’t come crying to me when someone with your face robs a jewellery store and lands you in cuffs again,” Stiles sniffs, wagging a finger under his nose.

Derek’s head snaps round from where he’d been scanning the area for the incubus’ retreating figure, mouth agape. “With my…” He can barely breathe. But if to Stiles the incubus looked like him, it means...

Stiles tilts his head, squinting. “What?” he shouts, waving a hand at his ears. “Human, remember?”

“It’s nothing,” Derek shouts back, but his heart is pounding in his chest and he thinks he might need to sit down.

Stiles still looks suspicious but he seems to think better of pushing it. “Come on. The quicker we sort this out, the quicker we can dance!”

Derek’s feet move to follow Stiles of their own accord, the rest of him still scrambled. But right now isn’t the time for an internal freak out. He needs to deal with the fae - who Lydia’s probably making cry already - and keep the fact the shapeshifter is actually an incubus a secret from Stiles so he doesn’t realise what he’s just admitted.

On an impulse, he reaches out and grasps Stiles hand so as not to get separated in the crowd. Stiles squeezes back. For the first time in years, he feels lighter than air.

 *

 With the Fae taken care of and Stiles’ itch to dance scratched for at least a few weeks, Derek gives Jungle a wide berth. Instead, he finds a little bar on the other side of town with a very different clientele. It’s expensive, but quiet, which are probably closely related.

Soothing jazz piano tinkles from the speakers, something he’d initially thought pretentious but has since found eases his thoughts like a trip to Jungle would, just in a different way.

It’s especially fun knocking back Long Island Iced Tea after Long Island Iced Tea and watching the bartender grow increasingly baffled at his lucidity. He makes sure to walk home though. If the bartender happened to spot him getting in his car after all those drinks, he’d become a nuisance and if he got pulled over for any reason, a breathalyser would still put him off the charts, no matter his sobriety. He doesn’t mind it. A quiet walk in the early hours is the perfect conclusion to his evening, even if he does run into a hostile creature of the night more often than not.

Still, apart from the disturbing time he was approached by a middle-aged couple trying to seduce him for a threesome, his evenings at the bar have at least remained largely undisturbed.

He’s sobered in the few weeks since Stiles’ unwitting confession. After the initial buoyancy, it wasn’t difficult to remind himself that Stiles finding him attractive doesn’t actually mean anything, even less when he takes into account that incubi can only take the form of men. If a succubus came to town, who’s to say she wouldn’t be a better match for Stiles’ preference? But if he’s Stiles’ ultimate ideal in a man… that has to mean something.

Right?

He’s just ordered his fourth drink of the night when the door opens behind him and the breeze it lets in tells him who it is without the need to look. He heaves a mental sigh. So much for peace and quiet, though he supposes it’s a miracle his hiding place remained a secret for this long.

“No,” Derek says, without turning round and before the incubus can take even two steps inside the door.

The incubus’ pheromones are quick to fill the smaller space and it’s more of struggle to fight off the effects when it isn’t muddled by the warring scents of Jungle. But Derek clings to his new knowledge, to his Stiles, and it's not difficult to deny this bastardisation.

The incubus huffs after what Derek is sure is the sound of grinding teeth. Running into Stiles that night at Jungle has really messed up his plans.

“Derek—” the incubus says, Stiles’ voice begging and though it makes him shiver at the memories of his name breathed into his ear, he’s resolute.

“No,” he repeats and goes back to his drink.

After a few seconds, the door slams and Derek smiles, allowing himself a little toast of triumph.

 *

 Derek stands at two minutes to midnight staring at the calendar stuck to his fridge. Stiles’ birthday is ringed three times (courtesy of Erica) and he traces the line with his finger, one, two, three.

The day he's been waiting for is finally about to arrive, but he's still not entirely sure how to tackle things from here on.

He's not going to do anything bold like ask for a date and sweep him off his feet. Over the years, he’s made sure to keep it a secret that Stiles is his mate and done his utmost to conceal every and any sign of attraction. Doing either of those things might catch Stiles off guard and he wants to ease him into the idea that there could be more there, more between them.

The wolf is urging him to go to Stiles immediately, but he tamps it down. The best course of action would be to see him tomorrow at a more reasonable hour, preferably with no one else present. So far, he's done his utmost to keep him at arm's length and to never allow the two of them to be alone, but spending time together one on one now might be the way to break down the wall Derek has painstakingly built.

The clock strikes midnight and his agonising over when to see him is for nought when he hears the approaching judder of Stiles’ jeep. Derek crosses to the window and watches as it pulls to a stop in its usual spot, Stiles climbing out to stare up at the building for a few long seconds.

If Derek concentrates, he can hear the familiar pitter-patter of his heart, elevated slightly with nerves. With the presence of the jeep, the heartbeat and then the familiar sound of his footsteps as he heads inside, Derek knows he can’t be a visitor in disguise, though it still conjures an uncomfortable memory.

Unlike the incubus, Stiles pauses outside of Derek’s door and Derek can feel his own heartbeat starting to match Stiles’, his breath coming quicker. He can’t think why Stiles would be here, now of all times, beside his own wild hopes spiralling out of control in his head.

He slides the door open and Stiles stares, eyes wide with fear and maybe a little bit of hope. Derek’s probably just projecting his own feelings, but something inside him still goes loose when he sees him there, as it always does whenever he’s present.

Stiles’ fingers twitch at his sides and he wets dry lips. The incubus could never be this convincing.

“So. I’m eighteen now.”

Stiles doesn’t get to finish whatever speech he’d planned out. At those few words, the wolf can’t be held at bay any longer and Derek relinquishes his control to it, reaching out to curl his hand around Stiles’ nape and pull him in — slowly — for a kiss. He’s half-expecting Stiles to leap back and demand to know what he’s doing, but there’s no resistance despite the chance Derek gives him, just a soft Oh and then their lips meet.

He’s imagined what it would be like to kiss Stiles hundreds of times, but after the incubus’ trick, he felt like the moment had been stolen from him. But a kiss from this Stiles, the real Stiles, is hesitant unlike the incubus’ hunger, chaste instead of consuming.

Stiles’ eyes remain closed when Derek pulls away.

“Happy Birthday,” Derek whispers.

Stiles’ eyes flutter open, blinking rapidly in confusion. “I thought- I thought I was going to have to do more convincing. Like, I was ready to whip out charts and diagrams to explain why we’d be good together, but you—”

Derek smiles and swipes his cheek up one side of Stiles’ neck, scenting him. “But I...?”

“Scott’s always said you look at me funny—”

Derek straightens to look him in the eye and raises an eyebrow. “Funny?”

“Like— Like you can’t not?���

Stiles cheeks are pink and Derek can feel his own ears heating up.

“And you know what Erica’s like.”

Derek huffs a laugh. He knows exactly what Erica’s like.

“Even Boyd said I should maybe make a trip over here and if Boyd thinks something’s a good idea, there’s not really anything to argue.”

It seems Derek hasn’t been as stealthy as he thought.

“A pretty good pair, right?”

Derek ducks his head and smiles. Matt had no idea how close to the truth he’d been. “Yeah.”

“I did make the right decision though, didn’t I? I thought… I’d hoped you were just waiting until I was eighteen. I know how important that would be to you, to wait—”

Derek feels a rush of affection and buries his face in Stiles’ throat. Stiles’ hand cradles the back of his neck and he waits patiently for Derek to steady himself. He’s not sure he’ll ever get enough of the way their scents mingle and intertwine.

“Does your dad know where you are?” he asks as he finally draws away. If they’re really going to do this, he wants to start on the right foot, no secrets.

“He said you’re invited for dinner tomorrow. Or, you know, today. You know, if you said yes to—” he waves his arms around, “—this.”

Derek covers Stiles’ mouth with his hand before he can keep on. “Yes.”

Stiles smiles against his fingers and tugs them aside. “He also tried to give me ‘the talk’ again and shoved a box of condoms at me then pushed me out the door, so.”

Stiles hangs his bag off one shoulder and makes to dig around inside but Derek lays a hand on his wrist. Stiles’ breath catches and he stares up at him through his eyelashes, mouth hanging open in that infuriating, tempting way of his.

“There’s no rush.”

Stiles’ gaze softens and he presses his lips together in a private smile. “Yeah.”

They’ll wait until Stiles is really ready, and when Derek’s ready too. Instead, they spend the night cuddled in Derek’s bed, the volume of the TV turned down low and barely watching.

“I always imagined there’d be a lot less clothes but,” Stiles presses his face to Derek’s neck, his voice small. “This is nice.”

“It is,” Derek agrees, rubbing a reassuring hand up and down Stiles’ back.

Derek isn’t going to tell him he’s his mate yet. It’s way too soon to start talking about for life and Stiles is still too young. Maybe in time he’ll realise that this, with Derek, isn’t what he really wants and he should never feel obligated to stay with him. But Derek doesn’t need to worry about that for now. Stiles is here with him in this moment and that’s all that matters.

They fall asleep not long after but not before Derek asks, “How could you tell which was me? That night at Jungle?”

Stiles is quiet for a moment as he remembers which night Derek means and answers through a yawn. “Your clothes were different. And he didn’t do a very good job in the face department. His beard was too thick.”

Derek bites at his lip to hold in a laugh. Looks like he’ll be leaving his razor in the cabinet for a week or two.

[bitacrytic]

Ecstasy

I just deleted a whole smut scene from a fic that I’m working on and it just occurred to me that it didn’t need to go to waste. So I’m uploading it here as a stand alone sterek :D

Derek realized he had not eaten the whole day as he lay there, in bed with Stiles. He figured he would wait till the god slept off, then he would make his way to the kitchen to scrape up something to fill his human stomach.

But as it stood between them, Stiles did not seem very eager to fall asleep. If anything, he lay there in Derek’s arms, holding on tightly with one hand as he stroked up and down Derek’s arm, as if lost in thought. Derek did not know what more he could do to take away the hurt that he knew Stiles was feeling. He could not begin to fathom the inner workings of a deity, but if this one had deemed Derek worthy, he was going to make damn sure that he was worthy. If this was what Stiles wanted, Derek was more than willing to give it to him.

Without thinking, he leaned forward and placed a dry kiss on the back of Stiles’ neck and the body in his arms froze for a second.

“Sorry.” Derek said. “I don’t know why I did that.” He said as Stiles turned around, remaining within Derek’s grasp till they were facing each other.

“It’s okay.” Stiles said, resting his hand on Derek’s shoulders. “I don’t mind.”

Derek’s eyebrows rose so high, he was sure they would disappeared into his hairline. He may have been out of the dating pool for long and it was probably years since he so much as looked at a man funny, but Derek was pretty sure that the large, needy eyes currently looking up at him and the hands stroking along his shoulders and down his back, were signs that someone wanted a little more than cuddling.

“Are you sure?” He asked, not bothering with context. Who needed context anyway? Anyone in the room currently thinking of anything but sex at the moment needed to get their head checked.

This time, when he leaned forward, Stiles met him halfway, crushing their lips together in a soft, dragging kiss that had Derek sighing contently. He could not quite put his finger on what was making it feel so good… so right, except for the fact that he was kissing a god. That had to count for something, right? There had to be a reason why Stiles was sucking on his lips and licking into him with such fervor that Derek could not remember a time in his entire life that he had felt so alive.

“I want…” Stiles whispered between breaths and kisses. “I want to suck you.”

Derek laughed, unable to help himself at the crudeness of Stiles’ words.

“Can I?” He asked.

“Okay.” Derek said, nodding as Stiles pushed him over and climbed unto his body, unbuttoning Derek’s trousers and pushing it down as Derek lifted his hips to allow better access. “Don’t hurt yourself.” He said, when Stiles took him by the dick and rubbed, massaging him as he removed him from his pants.

Derek moaned, lifting his legs a little without even thinking about it. When he looked down at Stiles, he was whispering words to Derek’s dick, talking to it, cajoling it like he expected it to give permission.

“It’s okay.” Derek said.

Seconds later, he was banging his head back against the pillow when Stiles took him in his mouth, completely devoid of a gag reflex.

“Oh god!” Derek prayed. “Ayuadame! Help me!” He said.

Once Stiles began to suck, Derek’s eyes fell closed, sinking deeper and deeper into a pit of ecstasy as everything else around him seemed to drown away. He raised his hands, slipping it into Stiles’ hair and thanking the gods, he could hold on to something because he felt like if there was nothing to anchor him; he might never make it back… never find himself again.

He could feel the pressure building in his gut, the longer Stiles sucked and the deeper he seemed to want to go. Derek just wanted more, but he did not know to which extent he could ask. A god was sucking his dick, for god’s sake. What more could he ask for?

As soon as he felt a finger poke at his hole, Derek’s eyes flew open.

“What… what are you doing?” He asked.

But Stiles did not reply, choosing to release Derek’s dick with a loud pop as he sucked on Derek’s balls. His eyes fluttered again, fighting to stay sane from the pleasure he was being given, but someone was playing with his asshole. Derek had been with men in his lifetime, but it had been a while since he let anyone near his hole.

When he felt Stiles’ tongue swipe across it, Derek bolted off the bed, shifting a little as Stiles sat up, looking dazed and disgruntled. Almost as if going down on Derek had been a more pleasurable experience for him than it had been for Derek.

“You can’t.” Derek said, mentally struggling to put his foot down.

“Did I do something wrong?” Stiles asked, his lips glistening with spit and pre-cum. As he spoke, Derek could not get thought out of his head that sucking his dick had done that… had made Stiles’ lips slick and swollen.

“You want… you want to lick me… there?” He asked, unsure of what was going on.

“Do you not do that?” Stiles asked in confusion.

“Why?” Derek asked, equally confused. “You don’t know what’s down there. I may have done things without… cleaning properly.”

“Ah.” Stiles said, nodding as if he finally understood. He held his hand up as towel materialized in his palm, hanging with the weight of wetness. “Lie down.” Stiles said and Derek obeyed, wondering what was going on. “I understand that you may be uncomfortable letting someone see you down there if you are not… clean. I wouldn’t mind. It’s all a part of your body anyway.”

“Eww.” Derek said, droping his head in the pillows and feeling his dick grow more and more limp. They were referencing shit and poop and there was nothing less sexy than talking about shit and poop when sex was on the table.

“Spread your legs.” Stiles said as Derek looked at him suspiciously. “I want to wipe you.”

Derek looked at the towel.

“I’m not a kid.”

“I want to suck you and you won’t let me if you think you are unclean.”

Well! That was not Derek’s only concern but he spread his legs anyway.

He moved when Stiles lifted one leg and tried to turn him around till he was finally on his belly. And then he dragged Derek back, keeping him in a semi-kneeling position as a pillow was slid under him.

He felt so exposed, just lying there. He had only ever bottomed once in his life and that was his first and last time. He had been a sophomore High School and the Student Body President had followed him around, buying him gifts, showering him favors and making all sorts of promises. By the time they finally got some privacy, Derek had regretted everything when the much larger boy was pressing his dick into Derek and everything had hurt.

He did not cry though. At least, Derek does not remember ever crying that day. But after that, he never bottomed again. If he so much as looked at a man, he was sure no one would have any business with his asshole, for any reason.

Until now.

Stiles spread his cheeks and wiped at his asshole with the wet cloth, causing a shiver up and down Derek’s body.

“Relax.” Stiles told him from behind, leaning over him as he wiped again and again, massaging Derek’s cheeks with his free hand till Derek was a little more relaxed in his hands. Just as he started getting used to it again, Stiles continued from where he stopped, opening Derek up and licking up and down his hole with fervor and devotion.

“Auw!” Derek mewled, unable to control his twitching. It tickled, but more than that, his dick was excited by it. It felt strange to have someone playing with his ass, but at the same time, it also felt pleasurable. When the first finger slipped in, Derek clenched around it, reaching behind to hold unto to Stiles’ hair once again. “Please.” He begged, not sure what he was begging for. He wanted Stiles to continue, but he was too confused to know what else he wanted.

“Easy.” Stiles urged, putting his lips back there as he licked and prodded at it, still massaging away at his ass. “I’ll make you feel good.”

“I feel so good.” Derek promised him as a second finger slipped it and he groaned, burying his face in his sheets, unable to fathom how much he had been missing for years. It had taken him a while to learn that anal sex was not just done by sticking a dick in a hole, but there were such things as preparation and lubrication and making sure the person was ready for you.

He had learned to do that, mostly because he wanted his partners as satisfied as he was, by the end of the encounter. But he had never known the bottoms had it this good. As the third finger joined the other two, Derek pulled himself up to his knees, giving Stiles a better view and more access. He could feel his body loosening up and opening, getting freer down there. He did not want to be so empty anymore.

“Estoi listo. I’m ready.” He told Stiles, tapping him on the head as he ground his ass back into Stiles’ face, seeking his tongue… wanting Stiles to give him everything. “Get it… fuck me, my god.”

Before he could issue another plea, he felt the tip of Stiles’ dick press into him just a little as his body quivered again, trying to accept the pressure. When he nodded into the bed and tapped Stiles again, he pushed even further into Derek.

“FUCK!” he cussed, throwing his head back as he pushed himself up and knelt, with Stiles plastering himself across Derek’s back. “Do it. I can take it.” He said as Stiles began to move, holding him by the hips and rocking into him slowly and dragging it out as he hit a spot in Derek that took his breath away for a second. He gasped, unsure what was happening.

“Just relax. It’s just a love spot.” Stiles explained as if Derek was virgin who had no idea what a prostate was. He knew how the male body worked. He had touched other people’s… love spots. He just never knew it would feel this way. Wrapping his hands around his dick, he arched at Stiles as the god groaned behind him.

“I’m good.” He moaned when Stiles continued to move, rocking faster, gripping Derek tight as he fell back to the bed, unable to take the pressure to his knees, but unable to ask for it to stop. It could not, should not stop. Not until forever. The added pleasure of Stiles’ dick behind him and Derek’s hands, tugging at his own dick felt too good to be true. Derek was ready to spend his life on his knees, getting fucked by a god. “Oh god!” He said out loud. “ARGH!” He yelled, coming as he spilled his cum unto the pillow beneath him, clenching so tight that he thought his asshole would squeeze Stiles’ dick right off.

Stiles held him in his hands, letting Derek shudder the orgasm from his body for what felt like hours. He could not think. He could not feel. All he knew in that moment was that his dick could not stop releasing.

When he finally collapsed unto the bed, limp and unable to move, Stiles picked up the pace behind him, using him, fucking into him to hard that whatever shivers of pleasure was left in Derek was jerking out of him.  By the time Stiles was coming, empting into him, Derek was screaming again, unable to stop the words coming out of his mouth. At some point, he was very sure he was praying in Spanish to a Polish god. And he did not care. He just lay there, pouring his heart out in praise and worship to the man… the god who had just fucked his brains out of his skull.

[braedens]

ok but all I can think about is this two year potential being the start of sterek, and leads to that scene in the trailer where stiles pulls up and says “ you didn’t think you were doing this without me, did you? “ and derek comes out like a protective boyfriend and says “without us?”

stiles leaves for the pre-fbi program at goerge washington, and he really doesn’t expect it to be so full-paced for the beginning of his freshman year, but it is. and, unfortunately, after a couple months, it deems harder and harder for him and lydia to keep up with a long distance relationship. they end it mutually, wondering if maybe it was a different time and place, but they stay close friends, and stiles is better for it.

it’s a couple weeks after that, when he’s walking through the Arboretum, since he never really got to do all the tourist crap in DC, when he sees him. derek is walking through the bonsai trees, cora by his side, and he’s laughing with a wide smile that stiles almost doesn’t believe that it’s derek, that it’s the same derek he watched almost die the last time they were together.

they meet each other’s eyes (probably because stiles is very much not subtle in that moment), and derek actually smiles softly at him, and wow, it's like stiles is looking at a new person.

"So, the FBI?" Derek asks, after Cora pushed him to come and talk to Stiles, finding a quiet bench to catch up on.

"Yup," Stiles pops the 'p'.

He watches Derek give a soft, small smile, like it's private, and chuckles.

"It's fitting."

they start texting, and really stiles is more shocked than anyone that derek hale is a constant contact in his phone, and uses emojis, for fucks sake.

they go back and forth, texting non-stop for a few days. stiles tells derek how he broke it off with lydia. derek tells stiles about moving to DC with cora after he broke up with braeden, needing a fresh start.

they become friends.

but casual texting soon turns into casual coffee chats whenever they're free (which, shouldn't be as often as they are with stiles' pre-FBI program schedule). and those coffee dates turn into after-work lunches when derek closes shop at the flower shop he and cora own downtown, that does surprisingly well. and those lunches turn into late night dinners and movies at derek's when stiles is so exhausted from training that he can't think about cooking himself a meal, and derek volunteers to let him vent and stuff pasta into his body.

and if stiles sometimes falls asleep on derek's shoulder as a cult classic plays in the background, no one says anything.

but they do say something when they kiss for the first time.

it's the summer after stiles' freshman year, and stiles is sitting on the floor of derek's apartment. he telling him that he decided to not go home to beacon hills this summer, not really sure if he's ready to go back to that town, and relive those memories, and derek places a hand on his shoulder from where he's sitting on the sofa, and agrees. tells him he gets it, and that's okay.

the kiss throws them off guard, but it's really no surprise that stiles lifts himself from the floor and presses his lips to derek's. he's not taken aback by the way derek's hands move to his back so surely and without hesitation, and he's pretty sure derek's not thrown off by the way stiles' cards his fingers in his hair. it's been a long time coming, okay?

they spend stiles' sophomore year taking things slow, just enjoying their time together. they get brunch together with cora on sundays, and derek even gave stiles a part time job at his flower shop, which is a great destresser considering the FBI program took their coursework up a notch. but he thinks it's all worth it when he gets to come home after a harsh day of training to derek reading in bed, who kept a first aid kit on his bedside table for when stiles came home with cuts and bruises, enveloping him in strong arms until he falls asleep.

they live in blissful ignorance, dopey love and great sex, until right at the end of stiles' second year, right after he passes his pre-Quantico examination, that he gets the call that pulls him back to reality. it's from liam, and he's sitting in derek's living room with his legs draped over him when he picks it up.

"Uh, Liam? What's up?" he asks, furrowing his brows at Derek, who just responds with a quizzical look.

"You need to get to Beacon Hills, now."

"Wait, wh-"

"Stiles, I wouldn't call you unless we were in trouble. We need your help," There's a pause. "Scott needs your help."

he hangs up the call a few minutes later, knowing full well Derek heard it all. and it's quiet for a moment. they've been, whatever they are, for a year, living in a city where they can be pretend they're different people, but they haven't talked about what they would do if they ever had to go back. if they even would go back.

but it's Scott. his best friend. his brother. and he can't just leave him behind.

derek must somehow know exactly what stiles is thinking, like he always does, because he immediately sits up from the sofa, outstretching his hand for stiles to take.

"If we start driving now, we can make it there by tomorrow night."

and they drive cross country, in stiles’ jeep, derek breaking more traffic violations that he can count, but it doesn’t matter when that “welcome to beacon hills” sign finally comes to view, a text from liam to meet them at the high school illuminating stiles’ phone. 

“You ready, big guy?” Stiles asks, clutching way too tight to the steering wheel. derek must notice, because he reaches to take one of stiles’ hands and twines their fingers together. 

“Not really,” Derek tells him. 

Stiles laughs, pulling into the school parking lot, and he can see Malia and Lydia in the distance, arguing. He sees Scott. He sees his pack. 

“Me either.”

[thewolfwiththeredrose]

No Looking Back Or Down Chapter One

Hello! So I’m currently working on this fic and posting to AO3, so I really want to use this as a place to get feedback/ keep people updated on when to expect new parts, so please give this a look! I’ll be posting the first 4 chapters today, and then keeping y’all informed until the next part which should be pretty soon :)

Also on AO3

Rating: Mature (rating subject to change later changes)

Pairing: Stiles/Derek (Sterek)

Words:��1,324

Summary: Derek looks around himself and all he can see is happy faces, smiling, laughing, carefree. He wants to be happy for them, wants to be proud, but he can’t. He can’t, because they haven’t been paying attention. And Derek is just so angry.

OR

Stiles is really not okay and Derek is the only one who notices.

Chapter One: I Can’t Take This Place (I’m Leaving It Behind)

They’re alive.

They’re not okay, not by any stretch of the imagination, but they are alive.

That’s more than Derek ever thought they would have.

They’re…happy, for the most part. Junior year has just ended for the pack, and they wanted to throw a party to celebrate. So much has happened to them in the past year, so many people have died, they decided that they wanted to enjoy themselves whilst they still could.

Derek even let them use the loft. He thought that it could be good for them. He had thought that if they were all in one place, all together and celebrating, not talking or thinking about all that they had lost, maybe then they would see, they would understand.

Evidently, they did not.

Derek looks around himself and all he can see is happy faces, smiling, laughing, carefree. He wants to be happy for them, wants to be proud, but he can’t. He can’t, because they haven’t been paying attention.

And Derek is just so angry.

 There is a face missing from the crowd of teenagers, but Derek can hear him. His heartbeat is rabbit-quick, panicked, and headed towards the parking lot outside. Derek knows where the boy is going, knows what he’s going to do, because he’s done the same countless times before.

 Slipping unnoticed in to the shadows, Derek follows.

 ***

 When Derek arrives at the boy’s house, the light blue Jeep is already standing in the driveway, motor still running. The doors to both the car and the house are thrown wide open, although Derek can see no signs of movement.

 Listening more closely, he hears the familiar heartbeat, still rabbit-quick and panicked, worryingly so. He hears little else. No wardrobe doors banging, no drawers sliding open-shut-open-shut, no sounds of a rush.

 Instead, he hears measured footsteps, the soft impact of a bag being slung over someone’s shoulder, the creaking of old floorboards.

 The boy had planned this.

 Derek knew it.

 He waits in the shadows, listening as footsteps come clambering down the staircase ever closer, as the front door slams to a close, as the boy comes in to view, opening the passenger side door and throwing his pre-packed duffel bag on to the seat.

 That is when Derek chooses to make his appearance. Silent as ever, he steps out of the shadow of the warn wooden porch and into the eye line of the boy as he is rounding the car to reach the driver’s side.

 A multitude of emotions play out on Stiles’ face as he lays eyes on Derek. He stops still in front of the open driver’s side door, mouth slightly agape, staring. He doesn’t look angry, like Derek thought he would. He doesn’t even look sad, which would have been Derek’s second guess.

 He looks like a lot of things, things that Stiles always looks like, these days. He looks tired, and thin, gaunt, like the shadow of a person, like he hasn’t eaten or slept in days, which, Derek knows, he hasn’t. He looks small, fragile, beaten.

 Weak.

 He looks like a hundred things that Stiles should never, ever look like. Not Stiles, who is always so full of life, of movement and energy. Stiles, who stares in the face of the biggest bad around and tells it where to go. Stiles, who has always been so breathtakingly beautiful that Derek could hardly bare looking, for the fear that he would dirty the boy with the ash that rains over everything he cares about.

 The emotion that wins the war for Stiles’ features is resigned confusion. The boy has sadness and exhaustion written across every line of his face, but his brows are drawn together and his mouth is still agape, his hands fluttering and twitching by his sides before he takes a deep breath-

 “How did you know?”

 The words are naught but a whisper, although Derek hears them as clearly as his own stuttering heartbeat.

 How did Derek know? Derek knows because he watches over his pack. Sometimes he may be misguided in his methods, but he tries so hard to look after everybody, just like Scott and the others do. Like Derek thought they did.

 Derek knows because he cares. But, most of all, Derek knows-

 “Because I understand.”

 What Derek doesn’t understand is how any of the others can live with themselves, having ignored what was blatantly right in front of them the whole time. They’re all partying and smiling and happy, not even noticing that Stiles has gone, once again ignoring the dark circles under his eyes that never really left.

 That’s when the anger finally twists Stiles’ features in to an ugly sneer. He turns his head away from Derek, before closing his eyes and huffing a breath out of his nose, the fight dropping out of his body.

 “I want to say that you don’t understand, that nobody does. But, I guess, out of everyone, you’re probably the only one who would kind of get it.”

 Stiles raises his head once again to meet Derek’s gaze, raising his chin and pulling back his shoulders, straightening his posture to become firm and unshakable.

 “Even still. You can’t stop me.” He finishes.

 “I’m not going to stop you,” Derek replies, before walking past Stiles, brushing up against the boy as he walks towards the porch and sits gently on the step, hands clasped between his knees and eyes firmly on Stiles’. “I’m coming with you.”

 Stiles opens his mouth to say something, probably to protest, but Derek cuts him off with a soft, simple, “Wasn’t a question.”

 At that, all of the indignation that was fuelling the boy is suddenly expelled, leaving his stature deflating until he, too, has dropped down on to the step of the porch, next to Derek, facing outwards into the street.

 “Why?” Stiles whispers.

 “Don’t ask questions that you don’t want to be asked in return,” Derek replies.

 “Okay.” Stiles says, cringing at the thought of talking about his feelings.

 “You’ll- We’ll get there eventually. Talking about things. When we’re…”

 “Far enough away that it no longer feels like this town will drag us back again?” Stiles supplies.

 “Yeah,” Derek agrees, pausing for a moment to think of how to raise the question, “So where were you planning to go?”

 “Anywhere. I didn’t really have a plan. I have my college savings, my car and that’s about it. I was thinking maybe a road trip, but then I kinda wanted more, you know? I’ve almost died more times than I can count and I’ve barely even lived. I’ve never even left the states other than those trips down to Mexico. There’s no way I could afford to go abroad, though. Figured I’d take Roscoe and drive as far away from here as she would take me.”

 “So, probably as far as the next street, then?” Derek joked.

 “Don’t talk smack about my baby, Hale,” Stiles quipped back, a small smile gracing his features for a second, the first Derek has seen on the boy in far too long, and it makes him feel a little lighter inside.

 “I’ll be here at 7am sharp, we’re taking my car. Bring everything you’ve packed but your college savings, this is on me,” Derek says as he stands from his spot on the porch, looking down at Stiles.

 “Man, I appreciate the gesture, but I can’t make you-”

 “You’re not making me do anything. I’m paying. I want to.”

 Stiles can tell that there is more to that than Derek is saying, but he won’t push. Not yet. Not until they are ready.

 “Okay.”

 Derek nods at Stiles before turning and walking down the driveway. Stiles stands from his seat to go and turn off Roscoe’s engine, taking his duffel bag out of the car before locking her up, heading inside and spending another sleepless night sat in his room waiting for morning to come.

[bibliosexxual]

draw me like one of your french girls

So I was rereading this Captive Prince tumblr fic I love where Damen and Laurent are art majors, and it made me crave something similar for Sterek. Thought I’d write it while AO3 is down for maintenance... I mean, what else am I supposed to do on my day off, haha? So here’s the drabble~ 

(I’ll probably also write a part 2 at some point.)

Stiles Stilinski has been shooting him increasingly unsubtle looks for weeks now, so it's not exactly a surprise when he makes his way over at the end of class one day near the end of the semester. He seems to be trying to make it look like he just happened to wander over and end up near Derek's table by accident, but Derek's not fooled, or interested in pretending to be. He stops packing up his art supplies and sits back on his stool to hear what he has to say. 

This is the fourth time Derek's been asked out just this semester, and there are only twenty-two people in the class to start with. It still makes him as nervous as the first time it happened, but he thinks (hopes) he's getting better at hiding it. 

People always take one look at him and assume he's some kind of player, that he's used to this, and he's not. He was home-schooled all through high school (it was a werewolf thing). Then, bam, he showed up to college orientation and three cheerleader-looking girls flocked to him within the first fifteen minutes. 

He's been asked out more times than he can count since then, but it's usually by girls. Not plaid-wearing, messenger-bag-toting, comic-book-quoting hipster guys with warm brown eyes and leanly muscled forearms.

Stiles drifts to a stop in front of him, and Derek thinks, Here we go. 

Stiles is probably going to ask him to lunch. Modern Studio Art always lets out late, right around noon, because Professor Hamilton has no sense of the passage of time and gets easily carried away. Stiles is probably starving. He's always covertly snacking through class, and when he eats he makes these noises, and these faces, and... Yeah. Derek has secretly sketched him three times already from across the room.

Derek wonders where Stiles will suggest they go. Maybe to the burger shop across the quad. He seems like a junk food kind of person. Maybe he'll want to get a milkshake, and Derek will have to witness the terrible things his mouth does to a straw. Derek is kind of looking forward to it, to be honest.

"I, um, ah," Stiles starts. 

"Yes?" Derek says. He tries to look encouraging. He practiced this in the mirror last week. Erica said he was getting better at it.

Stiles starts to smile and then falters. He runs a hand nervously through his hair and accidentally knocks his stupid hipster beanie off his head onto the floor. "Fuck," he mutters, twisting around and bending over to pick it up, and Derek can't help it; his eyes drift down to Stiles' skinny-jean-clad ass. 

Stiles straightens up, clutching the hat to his chest, and Derek hastily snaps his gaze up to Stiles' face.

"So," Stiles starts again, looking determined. "Derek Hale."

"Stiles."

Stiles brightens a little. "You know who I am!"

"Hard not to, at this point," Derek says. Stiles is the most talkative student in the class. Everyone within a fifty foot radius of him knows who he is.

"Ah," Stiles says. "Right."

He just stands there, nodding stupidly like a bobble-head and staring at Derek, and Derek can feel himself starting to smile. This is it, this is the moment they've been building up to for weeks, the moment Derek has lain awake imagining more than a few times lately. "Is there something you wanted?" he prompts, a little bit of a teasing note creeping into his voice. 

"Yes, actually," Stiles says. "So, I know you're probably about to be super busy with finals and stuff, especially 'cos you're a junior so you're probably taking, like, all 300-level courses..." 

"Yeah?" Derek’s smile grows a little wider. Here it comes...

"Yeah, so," Stiles goes on, picking up speed, "I dunno if you heard, but for my final project I'm doing this series of nude sketches reimagining the Greek gods in modern settings, and I think you'd be perfect for it, dude.”

Oh. 

“I know you, like, never model for anyone, but I had to at least try, 'cos dude, you've got the perfect muscles and the bone structure and the I'm-gonna-smite-you glare of doom, you know, kinda like you're giving me... right... now..." Stiles trails off, biting his lip, and Derek abruptly hates everything. "I was thinking, if you were okay with it, I would draw you as Hades."

"You want me to nude model for you?" Derek says finally. He crosses his arms over his chest again. Screw looking inviting. If Stiles is just another frat-boy-slash-hipster-slash-fake-artist looking for any excuse to get Derek out of his clothes and mark another notch on his bedpost, then he can fuck right off. He's not even an art major. Derek knows for a fact that Stiles is pre-law and he's just taking this class as an elective. 

Also, Derek has never posed nude in his life. He's only gotten naked with three people ever, and it was always quick fumbling awkward things in the dark at parties, where there wasn't really time to just look... 

And the thought of Stiles of all people seeing him like that? Of Stiles' curious, intent dark eyes on him, seeing everything... It sends a bolt of embarrassed heat through him.

Stiles winces but stands up straight and looks Derek right in the eye. "Yes. I do. And, listen, I promise I'm not being sleazy. I mean, I am bisexual and I do think you're, um, well, you know what you look like, but I swear I'm not trying to— We can do the session in here with all the lights on if you want, and I'll stay a minimum of five feet away at all times, whatever makes you comfortable—”

Derek is struck by a sudden inspiration. "All right," he interrupts, gripped by a wild impulsiveness, "I'll do it." (Stiles' mouth drops open.) "But, but only if you're naked, too."

Stiles swallows visibly. "Uh," he rallies, "oh. Okay. That's fair. Deal. You will be nude and I... will also be nude. Cool beans. Okay."

"Okay," Derek echoes.

It's not until Stiles has left, bumping his hip hard against one of the tables on his way out, that Derek feels the reality of the situation flood through him. Fuck. What did he just agree to? And why did he say that? And why the hell did Stiles say yes?

Erica is going to laugh at him so hard when he tells her.

(tbc?)

edit: I continued it~

[underappreciatedsterek]

A Taunting of Ravens to You by keelover

[17,830w | Mature]

Stiles, plagued by uncertainty, would like to know whether or not he would be strong enough to survive the bite. Lydia, awake, but not entirely the same after her ordeal, offers him some insight with that tricky moon mirror of hers. And what does Derek think about all of this? The hell if anyone knew.

Note: With most fics rec’d on this blog, I can usually pinpoint a reason why it’s flown under the radar, either through lack of tags, being hidden in a collection or dealing with a theme like MCD that turns people off. With this one I’m scratching my head as to why its kudos count is so low. It has timetravel, mates, magic, some fluff, angst and a happy ending. It was written pre-season 2, so the idea over what happens to Lydia after Peter’s bite is intriguing from the get go and the Sterek dynamic offers a hit of nostalgia. I was thoroughly surprised and thoroughly enjoyed it. I hope someone else out there does too!

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FIC RECS

in honor of gaining another hundred followers on my twitter account @getsterREKT heres another rec list. 

This will just be made up of lots and lots of different types of fics. Make sure to read the warnings for each fic before reading. 

(fics with ** are favorites)

It Takes A Village by  Hypocorismm

Stiles's used to yogurt handprints on his shirts from where he picked her up, and he's used to snot on his shoulders and neck from where she cried after a bad dream. He's used to her legendary tantrums when she doesn't get her way, her eyes glowing ferocious gold. He's used to being the village it takes to raise her, and the pack she longs for.

Except, he needs the pack's help, and Derek's protection when a particularly power-hungry pack wants his cub. And he isn't used to sharing.

WORDS: 49227

RATING: Mature

CHAPTERS: 35/35

WARNINGS: angst, kidnapping, mpreg.

Night Stroll by  Marishna

"Is it night there?"

Derek chuckled. "Yeah, it is. How do you know where I am?"

"I don't, that's why it's weird it's night. That puts you in... Europe?" Stiles asked after some quick math.

Derek raised an eyebrow. "Spain. You haven't lost that..." Derek waved his hand. "Stileness."

WORDS: 3276

RATING: Teen and Up

CHAPTER: 1/1

WARNINGS: derek has insomnia??? is that a warning??? idk

****Prince Among Wolves by  tylerfucklin (Deshonanana)

Looking for full day/evening sitter. 2 twin boys age 4. Must have exp. w/werewolves. Must be human. No pedophiles. No teenage girls. Pay negotiable. 

WORDS: 101,000

RATING: Explicit

CHAPTERS: 20/20

WARNINGS: mild transphobia, derek learns acceptance, broken family, so much angst

Walking Into Darkness by  alenie

Derek hears Stiles before he sees him. There's anxious, wheezy breathing coming from the next aisle over in the grocery store, accompanied by a racing heart and the smell of unwashed sneakers and hair gel. He turns the corner and Stiles is standing frozen in the dairy aisle, knuckles clenched around the metal of his shopping basket.

WORDS: 6342

RATING: Teen and Up

CHAPTERS: 1/1

WARNINGS: panic attacks, anxiety, depression, post 3b, pre-sterek relationship 

****Ashes, Ashes by  ShanaStoryteller

The Sheriff gets a call at work - someone's tried to burn down his home with his son inside.

"I thought of you coming here, and finding me dead, of another burnt out husk of a body, something else fire has stolen from you, of you having nothing left to grasp but ashes," John can't even call that a whimper, it's clearly a whine as Derek's hands tighten against Stile's hips, as if his boy will shudder to dust at the mere mention of the possibility unless Derek's hands can hold him into one piece, "and that thought was worse than dying."

WORDS: 2699

RATING: Teen And Up

CHAPTERS:1/1

WARNINGS: so much angst, stiles nearly burns to death

Just Realize What I Just Realized by  literaryoblivion

He’s never noticed it before; it’s always just been second nature to him these days, does it out of habit, but it’s not until he stops to actually think about it that it becomes abundantly and embarrassingly clear to him that he is in love with Stiles and that they are practically dating without the actual dating part…

WORDS: 2529

RATING: Teen And Up

CHAPTERS: 1/1

WARNINGS: a lil angst, (but mostly fluff)

The Potential Fatality of Assuming by  crossroadswrite

The hair, the buttons and the general happy and slightly tired disposition with which Derek came back from his secret exploits were as obvious as a glaring neon sign flashing the words JUST GOT LAID.

A sign that Stiles ignored because he had a seven year plan god damn it.

(OR: in which Stiles assumes things, gets accosted by the sister he never/always wanted, discovers he was horribly wrong, almost dies via Derek Hale with kids, can't handle all that collarbone action, uses tickling as the ultimate mode of revenge, and gets a boyfriend. In that order.)

WORDS: 2196

RATING: General

CHAPTERS: 1/1

WARNINGS: misunderstandings, because stiles is dumb, lots of pining

****If I Could Trade Mistakes For Sheep, Count Me Away Before You Sleep by  alisaj

"Thing is, Stiles," Derek says, his voice hard and unfaltering. "I didn't sign up for you. You just hung around until we got used to you being here."

That stings. He hadn't realised how Derek feels about him. They've been getting on quite well, teaming up on little missions and bantering back and forth without malice. Stiles sometimes lets Derek crash in his room after a big fight, trying not to let on how intriguing he finds the werewolf.

"Well now we can get used to you not being here. You're a liability, Stilinski. You can't protect yourself and we always end up having to help you when we've got more important things to do. You're out of the pack."

or

The one where Derek is a terrible Alpha and Stiles ends up walking into a big pile of shit.

WORDS: 33,383

RATING: Explicit

CHAPTERS: 1/1

WARNINGS: stiles gets kicked out of the pack, derek is stupid, like, so stupid, stiles gets hurt, theres so much angst in this like wtf, stiles is sad, the pack sucks

Sour Kush (series) by alisvolatpropiis

Stiles mentally curses Erica, because in all of her warnings about how brusque this guy could be, she forgot mention that he’s also hotter than the fucking sun. If Stiles had any lingering questions about his sexuality, they’d be completely settled by what this guy is doing to him. In fact, he might not even be gay anymore. He might be in the midst of crossing into some yet-to-be-named sexuality that’s all about a scruffy black beard and alarming green eyes and muscles and tattoos and this guy’s everything ever.

The guy’s name is Derek, his lust-addled brain supplies distantly.

Well that settles it, then. Stiles is Dereksexual.

WORKS: 3

COMPLETE: it says no but they havent updated in like over 2 years so im guessing its done

WORDS: 15,392

RATING: Explict 

WARNINGS: everyone is stoned all the time, also in work 2 stiles is hurt because he thinks derek is getting it on with parrish, they’re dumb, age difference, derek has a beardddd 

I Just Want You For My Own (More Than You Could Ever Know) by  yodasyoyo

“What is with that sweater, dude?”

Derek ducks his head to look at it, abashed. “Uh- Mrs Hernandez knitted it for me. It’s an early Christmas gift.” He smooths it down self-consciously.

Stiles cocks an eyebrow.

“What? She’s my neighbor and sometimes I-” Derek trails off. Stiles’ other eyebrow rises to join the first, and Derek sighs. “Sometimes I help her carry her shopping.”

Of course he does. One day maybe Stiles will stop being in love with Derek Hale, but today is not that day.

WORDS: 16,065

RATING: Teen And Up

CHAPTERS: 4/4

WARNINGS: pining, fake relationships, they’re both idiots. 

Baby You’re Beautiful by  supernaynay

“God you’re beautiful.”

Derek hadn’t even realized that the words had left his mouth until the whole room went silent, including Stiles, who until about five seconds earlier was busy yelling at him for putting himself in danger yet again.

WORDS: 1089

RATING: General

CHAPTERS: 1/1

WARNINGS: derek is hit with a truth spell

****(Sacred) In The Ordinary by  idyll

The Pack, after college, graduate school and the starting of careers, comes back to Beacon Hills. Nothing's gotten less complicated after all this time.

Based on a kink meme prompt that grew legs and got serious.

Note: This is a whole lot of pack!fic with a very slow build Derek/Stiles.

WORDS: 78,759

RATING: Explicit

CHAPTERS: 9/9

WARNINGS: violence, slow build

Cause I Built a Home (For You, For Me) by  noneedforhystereks

Mechanic!Derek and Daddy!Stiles

Derek Hale is a mechanic in the sleepy town of Beacon Hills, where he has lived all of his life. He spends his day in a simple routine: wake up, fix cars, go home, sleep. It's what he's good at, and it keeps things simple and uncomplicated. Derek doesn't let people in and remains emotionally distant from everyone except his sister, Laura, and her daughter. This all changes when Boyd tows in an old blue Jeep that needs a lot of work and Derek meets the owner of said Jeep.

Because once Derek meets Stiles and his kids, he can't stop himself from caring. And he doesn't want to stop.

WORDS: 59,719

RATING: Explicit

CHAPTERS: 15/15

WARNINGS: angst, pining, emotional hurt, stiles has a lot of baggage. 

Waiting For Our Superman by  tearsandholdme

Derek knew the moment he opened the front door of his clean and pristine apartment to Stiles Stilinski holding a small boy, a cluster of bags, and a suitcase, he was screwed. In every way possible. Undone by the big brown eyes of a small child and his annoying, witty, and attractive father.

WORDS: 95,240

RATING: Mature

CHAPTERS: 22/22

WARNINGS: angst, mpreg, emotional hurt, overprotective derek

Adding You to My Future by  NekoIzumi

“So, I'm Stiles.” he smiled warmly once he had put his unannounced patient down on the exam table. “I will poke and prod you a little bit to check for internal injuries, those that I can’t see because they're inside you, and some of it might hurt but it will pass, I promise. I will tell you everything I'm about to do and why I'm doing it so just stay calm and this will go like a breeze, okay?”

Now, Stiles wasn’t stupid in any way, shape or form, he knew a were when he saw one… although he had obviously never seen a werecat before, and definitely not one as young as this one.

WORDS: 42,252

RATING: Explicit

CHAPTERS:9/9

WARNINGS: violence, like, lots of violence, slow build, gore, emotional comfort, bamf stiles

Stars Plummet: a Christmas Story by  Peckishdragon

When Stiles left Beacon Hills, he never thought he would be coming back. Eight years later, he is coming home for Christmas, with a small passenger in tow. Old feelings, never forgotten, are rekindled.

WORDS: 11,589

RATING: Mature

CHAPTERS: 6/6

WARNINGS: a lil violence, like a tiny bit, 

All They Have by  Nival_Vixen

Single dads AU where Derek and Stiles meet because Derek’s daughter and Stiles’ trans son become friends at school.

WORDS: 4004

RATING: Teen And Up

CHAPTERS: 1/1

WARNINGS: trans child, which leads to ignorant adults being ugly fucks, protective derek 

love comes in all shapes and sizes by  trilliastra

“Daddy says that when I’m in trouble I should get the police because they always help us. You’re going to help me, right?” Stiles smiles at her, happy that today he decided to stop by the grocery store to buy milk after his shift instead of going straight home. At least now he’s able to help the little girl, who knows what would have happened to her if he weren’t around.

“Of course I will.” He smiles again. “What’s your name?”

“Rebecca Hale.” She answers proudly. “My daddy is Derek Hale.”

WORDS: 2207

RATING: Teen and Up

CHAPTERS: 1/1

WARNINGS: kate argent

When You Wish Upon a Dragon by  lupinus

Stiles is at the Hale house, lounging on the front stoop watching Isaac, Erica, and Boyd wrestle, when the baby comes running out of the woods. Derek becomes instant father to a magically appearing baby and falls in love. Stiles can’t take the cute and worries Derek’s heart will break if he loses the kid. 

or, a dragon gives derek a baby, stiles is oblivious, steve just loves his bright pink rocking unicorn and his da and ma 

WORDS: 13,739

RATING: Teen and Up

CHAPTERS: 1/1

WARNINGS: none, but so much fluff

****Lucky That I’m Yours Every Day by  stilinskisparkles

Derek doesn't see how Valentine's Day can get any better than a normal day with Stiles.

WORDS: 6772

RATING: Teen and Up

CHAPTERS: 1/1

WARNINGS: fluff. just. all the fluff. its disgusting how fluffy it is really.

Relationship Status: It’s Complicated by  kellifer_fic

Okay, I know this is a huge stretch for you, but can you please pretend you're like, into me?

WORDS: 4010

RATING: Mature

CHAPTERS: 1/1

WARNING: mentioned stiles/omc 

***************Shot Through The Heart by  LunaCanisLupus_22

All they've given him is the guy’s head shot. And it’s terrible because now he is ridding the world of one more ridiculously attractive, instant pants dropping- take me now, if you please- regulation hottie.

Even if he has a scowl to rival Kirsten Stewart.

Or the one when Stiles and Derek work for rival assassin companies and are sent to kill each other. It definitely doesn't go as planned.

WORDS: 64,833

RATING: Explicit

CHAPTERS: 12/12

WARNINGS: so much violence, they literally try to kill eachother, enemies to lovers pretty much

will to follow through by  owlpostagain

“It depends entirely on how you look at it, I guess,” Stiles shrugs. “On the one hand, instant healing and the apparently inherited ability to pull off leather at all times. On the other, serious attitude problems and a suspicious disappearance of eyebrows.”

“Even Derek’s?” Danny snorts, “that’s a lot of eyebrow to lose.”

“I know,” Stiles agrees. “You should see, it’s so weird. Every time I want to ask him where they go, except he’d totally eat my face off.”

“There are worse ways to die.”

WORDS: 42,411

RATING: Teen and Up

CHAPTERS: 2/2

WARNINGS: angst, mentions of violence, 

Professor D. Hale (series) by  har1ey_quinn

A series of outsider POVs on Professor Hale and his significant other (with some guest appearances from the pack)

WORKS: 7

COMPLETE: possibly

WORDS: 18,008

RATING: Teen and Up

WARNINGS: none

go on without me!!!! (or the one where stiles is cursed by witches and overreacts to everything) by  day

Stiles is cursed by witches and he can't react like a normal human being. Scott is a terrible best friend and can't stop laughing. Derek just wants it all to be over.

WORDS: 1396

RATING: General

CHAPTERS: 1/1

WARNINGS: crack

******For My Next Trick, I'll Regret All of My Life Choices: a performance by Derek Hale and 80% of his eyebrows by  crossroadswrite

(978): I woke up missing my shoes and my left eyebrow. MY. EYEBROW. . “What’s wrong with my eyebrows?”

Kira gives him a sympathetic look, and climbs up to sit next to him, “You kind of… don’t have one.”

“I what!” he shouts, wincing at the volume of his own voice.

Kira pats him on the shoulder and shoves a piece of toast in his hand.

“It’s not that bad,” she tries to console him with a smile, then glances up at his left eyebrow and winces, “It could definitely be worse. It’s not all gone. Just. Half of it.”

Derek considers crying into his orange juice but decides that would be a waste and because his mother taught him how to be a good guest he opts to drink it instead.

WORDS: 2566

RATING: Teen and Up

CHAPTERS: 1/1

WARNINGS: none buT THIS FIC IS AN ALL TIME FAV, THE FUCKING SQUIRRELS VIKING BURIAL GETs ME EVERYTIME, AND BATMAN OH MY