#Immortalpancake on AO3

[1989dreamer]

Mood boards created for @hogwarts-starship​’s story When Your Eyes Are Red and Emptiness Is All You Know for the @twsterekbigbang​‘s 2021 Sterek Big Bang.

Photo Credits (left to right):

Mood Board 1:

1. Harry Potter Books (Madalyn Cox, Unsplash)

2. Stiles on top of Derek (screenshot Fury)

3. Armchair (Jose Losada, Unsplash)

4. Sheriff Stilinski (screenshot 117)

5. Jennifer Blake (screenshot The Girl Who Knew Too Much)

6. Kira Yukimura (screenshot The Benefactor)

7. Erica Reyes (screenshot Ice Pick)

8. Isaac Lahey (screenshot Shape Shifted)

Mood Board 2:

1. Jordan Parrish (screenshot The Benefactor)

2. Derek Hale (screenshot The Overlooked)

3. Stiles Stilinski (screenshot The Girl Who Knew Too Much)

4. Holding Hands (Jonathan Cooper, Unsplash)

5. Couch (Erika Wittlieb, Pixabay)

6. Kate Argent (screenshot The Tell)

7. Lydia Martin (screenshot The Girl Who Knew Too Much)

8. Alan Deaton (screenshot 117)

Programs used: Microsoft Word® and Paintbox® and Canva.com (Summer Travel Photo Collage template)

Teaser Art credits:

Stiles (screenshot Monstrous)

Derek (screenshot Abomination)

Man sitting hunched over (SJJP, Pixabay)

Lidded Cup (vinsky2002, Pixabay)

Edited with Microsoft Word® and Paintbox® and Canva.com

Cover art image credits:

Stiles (screenshot Monstrous)

Derek (screenshot Abomination)

Bed (tianya1223, Pixabay)

Edited with Microsoft Word® , Paintbox® , and Paint 3D® and Canva.com

[hogwarts-starship]

The First Annual North American Pack Convention.

Written by: hogwarts-starship // immortalpancake (Ao3)

Artwork by: the fabulous @1jet2unknown

Rating: M

Tags/Warnings: Fake/pretend relationship, idiots in love, bad alpha! Scott McCall, cuddling & snuggling, pining, panic attacks, bullying, assault, past trauma, drunken shenanigans, awkward conversations, graphic descriptions of injury, blood, misunderstandings, mentioned canon past major character deaths, arguments, mentions of off-screen violence, blood and gore, violence, hunters, minor character death, major character not-death, drug effects, non-con, touch starved Derek Hale, healthy communication, healthy relationships, post-canon, hurt/comfort

Summary:

Otherwise known as the one where Derek and Stiles pretend (but it's not really pretend)

In which Scott, Malia, Lydia, Jordan, Stiles, and Derek attend the very first annual North American Pack Convention in Florida, and it isn't long before things start taking a downward spiral. Scott's acting odd, and it didn't help that Deaton told them that Derek and Stiles would most likely be approached by romantic suitors, all in the name of creating alliances.

Can the pack survive the two weeks? Or will rising tensions threaten to tear them apart?

Excerpt:

Derek was back in the bathroom getting ready, while Stiles looked at the shirt options he had laid out on the bed.

Currently, Stiles was wearing a pair of black jeans, while he tried to decide between a deep-blue, or a wine-red shirt. He held each up and looked in the mirror, trying to pick out the best option.

“That one,” Derek’s voice floated out of the open bathroom door as Stiles held up the red shirt. “The color suits you.”

Stiles looked up, wondering how Derek could see him. An arm appeared in the doorway and gestured to the mirror, like Derek knew exactly what he was thinking.

“Oh,” Stiles hummed, placing the blue shirt back on the bed and sliding the red one off the hangar. “If you need to come back to the room at any point tonight, just, uh, let me know.”

“Ah-ill.”

“Huh?” Stiles frowned, heading towards the bathroom door.

As he poked his head around the frame, he saw Derek bend over the sink, toothbrush in hand as he spat.

“I said I will,” Derek repeated, this time without having a mouthful of toothpaste.

“Oh, yeah. Good.”

Derek turned to face him, their eyes lingering on each other’s bare chests.

There was a beat of charged silence before they both started talking over each other.

“You should probably put that on-”

“I’ll leave you to finish brushing your teeth-”

Derek cleared his throat and turned back to the sink, his ears taking on a deep-pink color.

Stiles shot back out into the main room, haphazardly throwing on his shirt and needing to take two attempts at buttoning it, as he didn’t line the buttons up right the first time.

Derek shuffled out of the bathroom a few moments later, looking slightly more composed than Stiles felt. “That looks… nice.”

“Uh, thanks. You do too… look nice that is.”

“Thanks.”

Coming soon to the @twsterekbigbang

[hogwarts-starship]

So I'm doing a thing! It's the first thing I will have ever written and posted. So, yeah... I hope you like it!

(Immortalpancake on Ao3) Written by@hogwarts-starship Art by the SUPER AMAZING@1989dreamer

This fic will contain heavy themes and I will be tagging appropriately. Please mind the tags if you plan on reading! (No trigger warnings for the excerpt)

Excerpt: “How come you all call him Number Two?” Stiles suddenly asked. Lydia smiled. “He had the first pick of the rooms up here, and he chose room 2, so we ended up affectionately referring to him as Number Two after his bedroom number.” Stiles nodded, Lydia’s explanation making sense to him, at least the number wasn’t random. “It was also the only thing that got any sort of response; I think it may have been because he knew we were actually talking to him.” “Makes sense,” Stiles muttered. “Ready to start on ‘D’ now?”

Two gave him a curious look, shuffling minutely closer to him and staring at the book. Stiles shared a look with Lydia, both of them wondering if his reaction to the letter meant they were getting close to finding out his actual name. Stiles read through the names like he had done before, both him and Lydia were closely watching for any reaction. “Dawson?” he asked, chuckling when the wolf wrinkled his nose. “No, uh… I agree, you don’t look like a Dawson.” Lydia laughed lightly from the armchair. “Dean?” Stiles tried again. No reaction. “Okay, not Dean… What about Derek?”

Stiles heard the wolf suck in a breath next to him, his bottom lip wobbling a little as his eyes filled with tears.

“Oh… Is that it? Is your name Derek, big guy?” Stiles asked softly. Lydia gasped softly. “Is that you, honey? Are you Derek?” Stiles watched as Derek’s tears fell, he was staring at Stiles as though he had just given him the world, and it broke his heart. “You’re okay,” Stiles soothed softly. “I’m guessing you haven’t heard that for a while, huh, buddy?” “I’m going to call Deaton up,” Lydia announced quietly, moving to the desk. “Are you Derek?” Stiles asked. “I want to make sure that’s your name, big guy.” Derek gave a barely there nod, squeezing his eyes shut and burying his head in his arms as he cried. “Oh, Sweetwolf,” Stiles sighed. “You’re okay, Derek, it’s alright… You’re going to be just fine.”

COMING SOON to the @twsterekbigbang