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The Cards We're Dealt

A.N. This is for sterek week. @sterekweek-2024 Prompts tarot cards and dealer's choice (the second one I definitely took too literally lol) Hope you enjoy! :) Oh and this is only part one, part two is hopefully out tomorrow.

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Whether you play fast and loose, bet it all, or are simply looking for an answer the cards always deal their own fate.

Derek knows there's no such thing as luck.

Stiles knows there's no use in trying to change fate. Derek has been a dealer for long enough to have learned the house always wins, but even try as he might to find some trick behind Stiles' tarot reading his warnings ring true and he can't see a single tell in his eyes.

Stiles' fingers have always found the right card, but what if this tangle with fate is less about reading it and more about following it.

Sometimes you just have to play the hand you're dealt, even if you pull the death card for your future.

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The table creaked and thudded as it ominously rocked back and forth, the candles flickered in the chilly gusts of wind, the table cloth rustled delicately as the various strings of beads harshly swung and jangled together. Stiles' eyes were rolling back into his head as his nails harshly dug into the plush velvet table.

"She has a message for you." Stiles gasped out as if he was being choked, his voice strained. The veins on his neck bulged to the point of almost being able to see his heartbeat.

The man had wide fearful eyes filled with tears and yet he sounded hopeful when he pleaded, "Yes, yes? What is it?!" He was crumpling the brochure that Stiles had given him at the beginning of the reading with trembling hands.

"Sh-she says, she misses you. And she doesn't want- d-doesn't want you to... To worry. And she told me to tell you how much she loves you." Stiles gasped in a big breath at the end of his sentence and his eyes were starting to come back into focus as the tension slowly was leaving his nails.

"Wait! She didn't say anything else?"

Stiles not only rolled his eyes back into his head with a jolt, but also rolled them sarcastically in his head. "She- oh no I think I'm going to lose her! Wait, no- She says add more spices. Double the amount of cumin and it'll taste like her recipe." Finally Stiles let all the tension over his entire body go and he collapsed forward on to the table.

The man was freely weeping now. "Oh thank you! Oh thank you! You don't know what you've done for me!" The man reached over to vigorously shake Stiles' hand once he had perked up a bit.

Stiles mopped some sweat from his brow. "Yes. It is so very draining, but my exhausting work must be done to help lost souls just like you." Stiles hated this part, why couldn't they just pay and leave. "It's not often I get such a strong connection." Stiles faked a loud yawn. "I get so tired after channeling a spirit as wonderful and filled with love such as your grandmother."

The man came back to himself a bit before he replied, "Yes, of course. I should let you rest. You said one fifty?"

Stiles nodded and added a tired slow blink as he yawned out, "Tips are always appreciated."

The man looked down at his Versace wallet and pulled out two crisp one hundred dollar bills. "Thank you so much The Magnificent Mieczyslaw."

Stiles inwardly cringed as the man butchered the name. "Mitch is just fine."

The man smiled and once again wrestled Stiles' hand into something more akin to someone fighting a snake to the death rather than a hand shake. "Thank you. The Magnificent Mitch. I just needed her to tell me she was okay." The man looked over his shoulder twice and each time Stiles waved vigorously while yawning.

Finally Stiles let out a sigh after hearing the bell to his shop ring. He reached over to grab his tea from the side table to move it on to the one in front of him. As he took a sip he grimaced at the cold temperature. The man had blathered on endlessly about his ninety-four year old grandmother. Stiles decided to put his cards back in order then go make a fresh cup. He shuffled them mindlessly when two cards fell before him. He picked them up ready to shove them in the pack with the rest when he noticed they were both major arcana.

The Lovers card was absolutely beautiful. It was drawn in a dreamlike summer haze of a scene. A calm peaceful forest with two sapling trees grew intertwined in front of a calm lake, and in the lake a lover gently held his beloved up letting her float looking at the clouds above. His bright red shirt and her electric blue eyes pulled focus from the other softer elements, but the two running wolf shaped clouds she was staring out could still be discerned if you stared long enough.

Stiles' eyes barely widened, but the shock still pulled the tender smile from his face as he stared into the steely red gaze of The Devil card. It had gnarled twisted horns and its mouth was open in a scream of anger as the teeth and fangs jutted this way and that. The card seemed to have a sense of motion from the way its saliva trailed midair all the way back to where its head was thrown back maw open wide. Its throat and jaw was tensed with such a strength Stiles' rubbed his own and he couldn't tell if it was subconsciously because he winced in sympathetic pain, or if he was trying to protect his own skin. The claws on this nightmare seemed more powerful than sharp, they didn't come to a cartoonish point. They did however, remind him of when he'd heard someone say that a sharp knife will cut through skin like butter, but a dull one will tear and gouge out the flesh ripping the sinew out of place instead of snipping. Streets were ablaze behind this behemoth and charred bodies laid all around.

Stiles jolted out of the world of the card as he felt a sinking in his chest and the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. He regained himself and breathed in and out to center himself before calling out, "Would you like for me to pull you some cards? See what your fate has for you?"

There was a silent pause.

Stiles sighed and muttered under his breath, "Other than skulking around." He increased his volume so the stranger could hear, "And not using my front door, which is quite rude you know." Stiles heard the curtain that separated the waiting area from the back rustle open.

"We did use the front door. And I wasn't skulking."

Stiles flung his gaze back up carelessly to where the stranger was entering and his jaw promptly dropped the retort he had prepared rolling out of both his mind and mouth. Standing in front of him was the most gorgeous man Stiles had ever seen. He was sharply dressed in a double breasted black peacoat and tan slacks, but his shoes matched his coat's shiny black buttons. His beard was very well taken care of and short enough it had to be a bitch to maintain. His hair was neatly groomed into a close fade on the sides while the top was a bit longer. Stiles got the sense it was just on that borderline where it was long enough a couple strands would delicately flop down and the man's strong looking fingers would have to comb through it to get it back into place. Stiles wanted to volunteer to help next time it happened, or at the very least feel those fingers himself. His mind flailed for something to say as the man entered his tent. "Actually you can come in my back door."

The stranger's face scrunched up into some unpleasant emotion that Stiles couldn't figure out as he was busy processing what had come out of his mouth. "Wow I'm glad you try and hit on your clients before they reveal how broken and vulnerable they are and don't just wait until after you take their money."

"Oh. God. That was out loud. I said that out loud with my mouth hole." Stiles was mortified.

Stiles was just about to cover his face in shame when a man he did recognize came in right behind the stranger. "Now boys, please at least let me introduce you both before you jump each other. Stiles, this is my nephew Derek. Derek, this charmer is Stiles."

Peter was often in need of his services and at least a third of the reason he could even afford to get the shop. He didn't need to be offending one of his clients with the deepest pockets. Peter took his family's money and used it to open a casino and happened to hit it big. He also had the most fortunate habit of getting in the sort of trouble Stiles' skills knew how to solve. "Peter, I told you if you ever need an appointment you can call. I hope you didn't wait long. I would've cleared the day for you." Stiles tried to recollect his composure and professionalism.

Peter swanned in and plopped gracefully down in a chair like he always did, but this time he chose the one more off to the side instead of directly in front of Stiles before he replied, "Nonsense. Besides, I wanted Derek to see what you can do."

The stranger, Derek, scoffed, "Right. It was so important for me to see that poor sucker get scammed worse than people taking their pictures with the characters on the strip."

It was Stiles' turn to scoff. "I helped him."

Derek raised an eyebrow, "By scamming him using his dead grandmother? That's pretty low if you ask me. If you'd ever lost anyone you'd know what it's like to want to give anything you have just to hear from them one last time." Derek turned towards Peter before speaking again, "This guy? You brought me to this hack for help?"

Derek went to walk out of the tent but Stiles interrupted his gait with an irritated tone, "I did help him."

Derek turned around and crossed his arms right in front of the opening. "How do you figure? By taking his money? Fooling him?"

Stiles rolled his eyes. "Yes dumbass. Look, that man didn't need me to tell him about how he just needs to move on and not be so desperate. He needed to believe in magic for a moment, to hear from his grandmother. He certainly didn't need the money, but he did need to feel like she was safe and passed on okay. He needed that so he could feel okay. Believe, don't believe it doesn't matter. What matters is that he can sleep at night."

Derek had softened his posture some, but his arms stayed resolutely crossed. "Can you? Knowing you lie and take their money?"

This was the easiest question he answered all the time. "Yes. Because if I have the choice between lying to someone about someone who has passed or a decision they had to make to ease their pain a little, or telling them the ugly truth that only hurts I'm going to make them feel better. Besides, only the people that want to feel better come to me."

Stiles looked at Peter's shit eating grin. Stiles squinted at Peter. There was something in the way Peter was looking at Derek that made Stiles feel like he was missing something. Stiles turned his eyes back to Derek and looked him up and down this time with what Scott and his clients called his 'other gaze', but it was really just him looking for clues. Derek tapped his finger against his bicep while he stared down Stiles' intent searching.

Stiles finally felt like he grasped what Peter was smirking about. "And where do you work?"

It was the first time Stiles felt like he caught Derek on the off foot. His eyes went steely and his jaw clenched, it made the muscle in his neck clench. Stiles wanted to lick it. Derek spat out, "I hardly see how that matters."

Stiles grinned. "Oh what do we have here, hmmm?" Stiles tapped his own cheek, he enjoyed making Derek squirm immensely. "A partner or just a spoiled rich kid living off of family money would make you complicit enough, but no it's deeper than that. Not a bartender, you'd get hit on too much and murder someone." Derek narrowed his eyes, but Peter was gleaming with glee. "You don't seem like the behind the scenes number crunching type, and with a face like that it'd be a crime. No you're up close and dirty." Even with him standing across the room and Peter still there Stiles liked the effect he could barely tell he was having on Derek. "Oh no, please tell me-" Stiles didn't even try to stifle his laugh. "You're trying to lecture me about morals and taking advantage of people when they're down and you're a fucking dealer at your family's casino?"

Derek's face turned sour and Stiles let out a belly laugh. Peter even chuckled slightly. Derek uncrossed his arms and kept his clenched fists by his sides as he stalked closer. He leaned over the table and felt the heat from the candle streaming up to his chin. "I don't use people's dead families to get a buck."

Stiles sobered at that cutting remark. "No. You use their alive ones." Stiles interrupted Derek's attempt at a rebuttal, "Oh come on, how many 'just one more hand' men walk up to your table leaving behind little girls asking for ponies and wives just begging to not take the money that puts food on the table? How many elderly women are just looking for someone to talk to and something to do and instead gamble away their grandkids college or trusts? I won't pretend like either of us don't take money from vulnerable people, but can we both agree that they're willing to give it. And in a lot of cases they need to give it, even if it only helps temporarily." Stiles tilted his head and raised his eyebrows looking for some form of agreement from the other man.

Derek merely squinted his eyes and leaned back upright.

Stiles, ever the bigger person, would accept that. Also he literally couldn't afford to lose Peter as a client. "Now how can I be of service?" He pointedly looked away from Derek and to Peter.

Peter shrugged and motioned back to Derek. "It's his problem, his story. As much as I love talking with you Stiles." Peter put a hand over his heart.

That made Stiles smile and roll his eyes considering the first time Peter and him had talked it went much worse than this. Stiles had stabbed him. Stiles looked back at Derek.

A moment of silence later Stiles grabbed for his cards. "How about I give you a free reading to break the ice."

Derek huffed and crossed his arms again.

Stiles groaned out, "Oh come on tall, dark, and broody! If Peter brought you here it doesn't matter how much of a hack you think I am, I can help. Sit down and let me read you, then we can move on to giving you the help you so desperately need."

Derek reluctantly flung the chair back and slammed down into it while making a gesture that Stiles chose to interpret as, 'Oh please help me! Take all the time you need. You're so gracious.' instead of it's more probable meaning of, 'Let's get this over with.'

Stiles began shuffling the cards and took a deep breath to focus and Derek rolled his eyes.

Stiles huffed out, "Dude, come on. This isn't going to help anyone if you can't even get over the way I breathe."

Derek started to unbutton his coat. "I just don't think someone holding the key to my future would say dude like a teenager playing Fortnite."

Stiles got a lot of flack for not being an eighty year old Romani woman so he let it go while doing a couple regular and then reverse shuffles. He slid out the cards in front of Derek in one swift move.

"I know that trick too." If Derek could look more unimpressed it would surely be record breaking.

Stiles' head fell to the table and then he whipped it back up to glare at Peter. "God, why did you even bring him here he's such an asshole!"

Stiles muttered mostly to himself, "That's not even my trick yet." When he turned back to Derek he looked a bit shocked at Stiles' outburst. Almost as if he'd never been called an asshole before, but Stiles knew without a shadow of a doubt that wasn't true.

"Pick three." Stiles crossed his arms as Derek draped his coat over the back of his chair.

"Do I have to think about it?" Derek still looked like he'd rather be stepping in dog poop right about now.

"Nothing so strenuous. Wouldn't want to wrinkle those eyebrows anymore than they already are. Just choose. The cards will call to you."

Another eyeroll and Derek snatched out three random cards.

He was about to turn them over when Stiles interjected, "Oh wait, no don't turn them over. That's for me to do."

Derek stared flatly before setting the card back down.

"This is just your basic past, present, future spread to get you started." Stiles flipped over the first card. "I'm sure pop culture hasn't failed you so much that you don't know we start with your past." Stiles looked at the card and grimaced. There was a man pierced nine times with swords pinning him down to the ground and another blade jutting up through his heart. The sword blade side pointing to the sky through the body was the only one that had a curved shaft, much like a scimitar. Ten different swords at all angles each causing the anguished look on his face. The battlefield beneath him was more blood than grass, however from the top of the hill his body rested on past all the blazing bodies you could see a vibrant sunrise off in the distance. The man's long limp hand was still gripping the sword stabbed into his heart as if trying to undo the damage done.

"So do I have to read my own tarot, or are you going to get to it sometime today?" Derek snarked.

Stiles blew air through his nose at him and started to speak, "Ten of swords. This is a card that shows not just pain, but utter devastation. I'm sorry for all that you've gone through. I can only ima-"

"You've met Peter before. The family fire was all over the newspapers, only one search away. If you want to use my dead family to trick me you're going to have to try harder." His tone was sharp and cold even as he tried for flippant and his eyes shot icicles directly at him. Derek twitched like he might leave based on Stiles' response.

Stiles looked to Peter almost as if he was asking permission. Peter nodded. "Do it Stiles."

Derek hated being looked at with pity, but at least for once he didn't think it was because of his dead family. Stiles almost looked like he was pitying him for what he was about to say.

"Swords in general mean pain, loss, suffering. The ten in particular means hitting bottom, destruction, failure, feeling stabbed in the back. It can mean betrayal by those closest to you. In your past you were betrayed and it caused the worst day of your life. Your downfall came from your heart and the very one you trusted to safeguard all that was precious to you drove it to ruin instead." Stiles paused to look up at Derek.

If his earlier demeanor had been chilly icicles now his gaze turned to thawed spring pools. He wasn't on guard anymore, but it was just as dangerous. The vast changing depth of the emotion showed in Derek's eyes made Stiles want to dive in till he drowned. He had never had a reading feel like this before. Something about Derek's eyes felt like he was being read right back, every tell every twitch being examined. Just as easily as the warmth had shown itself it was gone.

Stiles continued, "But a lot of the swords cards portray loss and defeat. The ten of swords is more specific. It can mean new horizons, it can mean a fresh hope, and the end of a cycle. Ten specifically is the darkest hour before dawn has come. This card tells me you're ready to move on, never forget, but to move forward and truly honor those you've lost by living the way they would want you to."

Derek had a sharp retort that he wanted to fling back at Stiles but it died on his tongue. No one knew about Kate, except Peter, and he wouldn't be calmly reading a magazine to the side if Stiles had just blurted out that he told him. Maybe a year ago or hell even a few months ago he would've bitten Stiles' head off and stormed out, but he'd been calmer since he moved back to Beacon Hills. The job and being close to Peter and Cora had helped. He knew Laura was just a phone call away and he'd always be grateful for his time with her in New York afterwards, but Beacon Hills was his home. He knew that deep down in his bones even if he didn't quite feel at home just yet.

"Read the next card." Derek demanded.

Stiles was already flipping it over. There was a group of young saplings in a field. It looked as if a great storm had passed through, branches were strewn about the ground and even some of the trees uprooted. "Your present. The page of wands, but it was drawn in reverse. This can represent strangers thrust into our lives. Often with the pages cards it has to do with some sort of mentorship or student, learning or growth in some capacity. Drawing it in reverse means something has gone wrong with this apprenticeship. Sometimes a reversed page means foolhardiness, recklessness, or even impulsivity. You're dealing with a situation that is causing you much strife and worry. The trees you've planted have been uprooted or thrashed in some way and you fear it is your fault. This card seeks to tell you it isn't your fault, but still your responsibility. You planted the seeds and tended to them, but you cannot control the storms that come, and even more difficult to accept, you cannot weather them for your pupils." Derek's face was an unreadable wall that made even Stiles question if he was way off. "Do you have anyone you're mentoring right now, or someone who has aligned with your path only to stray."

Derek replied with no emotion. "You could say that."

His indifference pissed Stiles off. He was really trying here and this dude couldn't care less. He was going to have to have a talk with Peter about bringing in hot men that were determined to look at him like the dirt under his shoe. Stiles trudged on, "Okay, final card. The moon. Huh, well that sucks."

Derek leaned in and asked quickly, "What? Why does that suck?"

A little part of him felt the victory in that, but he shoved it down knowing Derek would leave if Stiles showed that he thought he had won.

"It sucks because it's an elusive card. It's hard to get an answer out of a moon card. The future is still fluctuating for you." Stiles picked up the card to study it closer. The most prominent thing in the card was of course the moon, but there was a smaller moon reflected in a river. The flow of the river bisected the card on one side there was a family camping next to a roaring campfire and on the other a solitary wolf with red eyes. There was a harsh breeze blowing through the woods on the side of the wolf, but a raven was gently gliding in the canopy above the joyful family. This card confused him, and that rarely happened when he did an actual reading.

Stiles attempted to pull it all together. "There are a lot of female moon goddesses, this card can hint at women's health, and cycles. All in all this can be a very feminine card, maybe a mysterious or obscured from you woman is trying to warn you or lie to you. I don't know. This card also represents cycles, what we begin we are doomed to repeat, but also that good and evil, dark and light never truly go away they just have phases. There are dark sides to the moon, but also a brightness that we must remember isn't always the time to grasp for just yet."

Derek's arms crossed once again. "A woman that is either trying to help me or lie to me? So you're just seeing a woman in my future, you don't know jack shit about what she's actually there to do?"

Stiles huffed. "Look, it's difficult sometimes." He studied all three cards this time looking to unlock the final one. "It's a major arcana so it's important. Look, see? The ten of swords is an elemental card of air, but the battlefield was covered in fire. The page of wands is an elemental card of fire, but the trees were bashed by wind. That could hint towards the feedback loop of your past and present, your inability to let go. Then the moon card is water based, in this card there remains the elements of wind, moving the trees and fire in the campsite, but water takes up a majority of the space. Water is cleansing, healing, restorative. There is the destruction and pain of the fire present as well as the change and motion of wind, but for your future it's important to stay mailable and looking to where the river takes you, not where it's been. There's two sides to this card one holding elements of your past card and one holding present. This could imply that sooner rather than later you're going to have to make a choice between the two. The lone wolf poses a danger to the family and the family poses a danger to the lone wolf. One must triumph over the other, but the moon does not tell me which choice you make. It only tells me that you and you alone must choose."

Derek soaked all of the confusing information in. "So I assume the family around the fire represents my past, and the lone wolf my present?"

Stiles considered it before answering. "Not necessarily, it could mean the opposite. Remember your past card was air element like the wind above the lone wolf, and then your present was fire element. Also there's a raven in the corner above the family. Raven's represent many things across cultures. Absolute power in Nordic traditions due to their allegiance with Odin, they became a very prominent harbinger of death and murder in the victorian era, and in many cultures represent occult and the knowledge it holds."

"So which is the bird in this case?" Derek asked.

Stiles looked very somber for a moment before replying in a serious tone. "I've already given you the answer." Stiles dropped the mystic act and cocked a brow at him. "What part of your future is fucking elusive bro and I don't know didn't register with you."

Derek's mouth gaped in shock. He banged the table and thrust out an open palm towards Stiles. "This is literally your job!" He looked towards Peter. "You're paying him to talk like this to you?!"

Peter chuckled. "No, right now I'm paying him to talk like this to you."

Derek pulled both of his hands towards his face to cover them with a harsh slap. The moon card had fluttered over onto it's backside with the frenetic movement.

Stiles quirked his lips at the card and squinted his eyes. He flipped it back over gently.

It was like a completely different card. The moon still hung prominent, but instead of a bright blue river it was stained red. Equally the wolf's previously crimson eyes had turned blue and instead of the pensive look the wolf's maw was lifted in what looked like a baleful howl. The wind was still in the trees. The family was nowhere in sight around the campfire which had turned to just embers. A crossbow bolt held the raven against a great oak tree as its blood seeped down the trunk. The blood trail lead to the river. Stiles didn't know if it was just harder to see the silver against the shiny blue water that was there before, but he hadn't seen the sword at the river bed before. A long curved blade rested at the bottom of the blood stained water taking all of the focus the moon had held before.

Derek put his palms on the table to push himself up. His chair made an awful noise as it was pushed back. "I'm done with this. You had me for a second, but you lost me."

Peter started to protest, but before he could get anything out Stiles' hand whipped out and grabbed one of Derek's wrists where it was pulling away from the table. Stiles spoke hoarsely. "Derek. Look at the card."

Derek's eyes moved in-between Stiles' eyes and where he gripped his wrist. When he saw that he wasn't taking his hand off he huffed and contemplated prying off his fingers. For such a scrawny dude he had quite the grip. Derek bit the bullet and just looked down. He frowned at the changed card.

Stiles removed his hand to move his past and future cards closer together. He pointed out the heart sword and then the one at the bottom of the river, the same sword. "Derek she's back."

That seemed to rattle Derek, because the surprise when he looked back up to Stiles was plainly written on his face. Stiles' eyes had glossed over with a milky white moving haze. "She's coming and she will kill them. I sent you the bird. Don't be a featherbrain."

If surprise was on his face before, now Derek's face showed utter shock. "How did you know that?!"

Stiles' eyes slowly went from milkshake back to whiskey and with one final blink he was back in control with the moment. "Your mother. She used to call you that sometimes because when you were five you got really angry and called her a feather brain instead of bird brain. It was one of her favorite memories of you." Stiles smiled softly. "She was beautiful."

Derek looked distrustful even still. "How did you-"

"Do that? Know that? I didn't. When you're as sensitive as I am to divination magic something as simple as telling someone's fortune can bring to life spirits around them that haven't passed on full or are pulled back."

Derek's face showed sorrow. "My mother hasn't passed on fully?"

There was that pity written all over Stiles' face again. "You think you're the only one that pays the price for the pain you can't let go of? Mercy isn't earned Derek, otherwise your mother would be at rest, it's given. I can tell from not only your past card, but in everything you present to the world your grief defines you. It limits you. It confines you. It is the only thing that holds you here. It is your only anchor in an unsure world, one that holds you back rather than holds you down. The cards tell you you are doomed to repeat the cycle of grief and despair if you cannot let it go."

Derek looked gutted hearing he'd been the cause of his mother's wakeful sleep.

"It's not painful." Stiles lied.

Derek looked at him fully disbelieving.

Stiles sighed knowing he shouldn't have tried to lie to a werewolf. "Not physically. But if she can sense how lost her son has been without her it can be harmful. I've given her a sort of temporary rest for now." Stiles left out the part about how Peter had been using Talia's spirit for various side projects so he was familiar with putting her on ice. He got the sense this made Derek uncomfortable and he didn't know what to do with the various revelations he'd had. "Now that we've got all of that pesky disbelief out of the way let's get to the meat and potatoes. Why are you here?"

Derek once again slumped into the chair, but this time with much less irritation and more acceptance. "Two of my pack- err friends are missing."

Stiles rolled his eyes at the half cocked cover up. "You can say pack I know you're a werewolf. Also dude you just saw my eyes go into twenty seven year old shitzu mode, I think we're passed the me not knowing about the supernatural point."

"Do you have to be such a smartass? They're not pack."

"If you want a monotone no nonsense fortune get chinese food or I think the bowling alley might still have a Zoltar machine." Stiles saw the barest hint of a smile after that one and he couldn't help the way his stomach jumped. Stiles continued while trying to repress his glee, "How long ago did they go missing? What do you want to know? Where they are? Who took them? Are they alive?"

"Two weeks. We got into a fight so I thought they were just cooling off." Derek looked guilty. "I should've known."

Stiles reached out where Derek had his hand on the table. "I don't even always know, and it's literally my job."

Derek pulled his hand back. "Yes. To your earlier question. I want to know all of them."

Stiles shook his head. "You get one."

Derek waved his hand dismissively. "Money is no object. I need to find them. They're my responsibility."

Stiles looked regretful. "Amazing I am, all powerful? Sadly no. You get one, not I'm giving you one."

Derek nodded understanding and then fell silent. He looked to Peter after a moment who seemingly understood his nonverbal request.

"I'd ask if they were alive. No need looking for a dead racehorse."

Derek gave Peter a less than thrilled look. While Stiles scoffed and replied, "Peter! That's so rude. Stop pretending to be heartless otherwise one of these days we'll believe you." He turned to Derek. "One question. Take your time."

The gentle noises of his shop filled the silence as Derek looked deep in thought. Stiles patiently waited. Derek finally spoke, "I want to know where. Where are they, how do I get to them?"

Stiles shook his head. "Where they are might not necessarily be how you get to them. That's two questions."

Derek's fists balled and he caught the barest hint of fangs in his snarl. "How is that two! How will I get to them if I don't know where they are?!"

Stiles spent most of his day to day with the supernatural. He was used to supernatural beings asking him for help, used to being around them in desperate times. Although he had magic, it was divination based. More often than he'd like he was at the mercy of raging upset people with the ability to kill him only equipped with answers they came for but still didn't want to hear. Stiles recognized the wild look in Derek's eyes. The desperation, despair, and rage were there, but also an overwhelming guilt. Normally that cocktail had his eyes flashing white hours before so he knew to call Scott to help, but this time he felt something strange. His magic didn't warn him against, it almost thrummed him towards.

In these situations Stiles had lost count of the times visions had saved his life. However, this flash of his eyes thrust him backwards instead of forward.

He was in his father's backyard, but not how it is, how it was. Stiles took a step, but stopped to look down. He was barefoot. The warm soft summer grass tickled and pillowed his feet. It was almost dreamlike even though Stiles knew that wasn't how this worked, this was real. He heard a sharp shriek and looked back up towards the yard.

A little brown haired boy screamed in joy as he ran towards something. His mother.

Her bright beautiful smile was stretched wide with pure joy. She held her arms wide open from where she was sat on the delicate fluffy grass. It brought tears to his eyes. She was so beautiful. This moment was beautiful, however he knew what happened next. Not because of his abilities, but because he had lived it.

He heard a growl and even as he tried to turn he only saw a flash of grey. He couldn't see it now, he hadn't seen it the first time.

Stiles had long since killed the urge to try and call out or change things in his visions, but tears did sting his eyes at the ruined memory. It always hurt to see how much she had loved him before. Once again Stiles' childlike shriek sliced the air, but this time pain filled. The dog had crossed the yard faster than his mother could get up. His jaws sank into Stiles' chubby kid like calf and a sharp stinging had both sets of Stiles' now tear filled eyes looking down at their respective legs. His leg had the marks, blood, and pain but the dog was only attached to his younger self.

Hearing his mother scream for his father he looked to where she now had them separated and the dog bit at her ankles. Fat tears ran from Stiles' eyes before he buried his pain stricken face into his mother's neck.

Stiles knew what happened next. His father came barreling out, the owner ran up, his mother yelled, and his father calmed everyone down. He didn't need to see anything else, frankly he didn't remember anything else other than going to the hospital and crying.

Yet he lingered.

He saw his father collect information from the man with his hand on Claudia's back. He tuned out of their conversation to look back at her. She wore a look he'd seen many times, but never on his mother. She was terrified. Not of the now calmed dog, or what had just happened. He searched her face, but only came up with fear.

His mother had always been an avid animal lover, but after this moment she had changed. Something about it had scarred her. He was never allowed to get a dog, not even allowed to bring it up. Why had this moment scared her so much?

Realization struck him like a ton of bricks as his body exploded in pain. He felt pulled and thrashed as he was assaulted from all angles by phantom fangs. He shouted in pain as the blood ran from the dozens of bite marks menacing his body. He looked at his brutalized limbs and then back up.

Gone was the scene in front of him. Only pitch black and grass remained along with his mother empty handed. She was staring right at him. She looked at all the blood but this time there was no yell or movement towards him. She had a blank face, she only tilted her head.

Stiles had figured out why she had been so scared. That moment was the first time she hasn't divined something bad before it had happened to him. It was the first time her magic failed her.

Stiles looked back to his wounds then to his apathetic mother.

"Someone has to care Stiles. Tread lightly you know not what the devil will bring to your door if you invite him in."

Stiles pushed down the frustration at how vague his vision had been as he was thrust back to the current moment. Not a second had passed, Derek was still as irritated as he has been. "I need to know where they are!"

The memory he had just experienced softened him in a way he never was with clients, much less new ones that hated him. He gently placed a hand on Derek's fist.

"You feel responsible. We can't claim others blame for a harm that if within our power we would've prevented. Blame is a terrible mistress. The longer you blame yourself the more she gets away with. It makes you rash and impulsive. Your friends are not just lost or gone, they are guarded against you. An unsteady hand cannot unlock even with the right key."

Derek looked taken aback and yet a shutter of calm rattled through his physicality. He took a breath. "I changed my mind. How do I get to them?"

Stiles once again shuffled the deck, but this time arranged five cards with a measured grace. He put the first four in a square formation and then filled the middle with the last card. They looked like the dots on the five face of a die spread out in front of Derek. Stiles flipped the first card in the top left corner of the square from Derek's point of view.

The magician. Stiles frowned at the card. His tarot deck was magic in more ways than one. Mostly they were just a focus for his divination magic, but they changed to suit the person and what he was divining for them. Sometimes the pictures even moved, or like it had before, changed images mid reading. This had never happened before though. Normally when he pulled the magician card for someone else it looked either like a legendary witch or like his mystic persona. This was an image of him in his kitchen looking down into a mug of tea. The scene was very intimate and domestic. There were swirls of his magic that cleaned his kitchen and he was just in his Batman PJ bottoms. His hair was sleep ruffled. There would be no mistake.

"It's me?" Stiles sounded puzzled.

"Well yeah I assume you painted the deck. A bit pretentious to paint yourself. What does it mean?" Derek asked impatiently.

"It means me." Stiles pushed out even though he still sounded so unsure. "Not just magic or magic user, this card means me."

Peter piped up, "Well that makes sense. We came here, you're the first step on his journey. Yada yada."

Stiles shook his head filled with unease. "No this means me. Like me, me. Something I do or tell you, not the reading. The reading speaks for itself, and this is saying my name."

Stiles moved to flip the next card but Derek put his hand over his. "Whoa whoa, what does it mean though? Do the thing like you did with the others."

Stiles shook both his head and Derek's hand off of his own. "No. I don't know yet." Stiles felt an unease fill his stomach yet he flipped the next card.

There was a little boy triumphantly holding two identical sticks up in the air in this card. His proud toothy smile was crowned by bright blonde curls and a cozy knit scarf sat snug around his neck. Behind him laid a crossroads. One long winding path lead to a home and the other back to the woods.

Derek grabbed at the card hurriedly before showing Peter. "Look familiar?" An edge of worry was in his tone. "This looks like my friend Issac. What does that mean?"

Stiles shrugged. "Two of wands definitely pertains to your question, it's a card of where do I go next. Sometimes the deck draws on what is familiar to you, but it could be a warning. Since we asked such a pointed question I would caution just disregarding it wholly. Maybe bring him with to find your friends."

Derek looked apprehensive. "I haven't talked to Issac in years. He's in France now."

Stiles continued, "Maybe it's nothing. The message in this card could be for you. You stand at a crossroad between home and familiar and returning to the woods, the more wild side. Either way this card often has to do with the sadness and loss of having to give something up to pursue a goal or vision. It has to do with dominion over people and the power to control things, but in the same vein an indecision and hesitation."

Stiles fingers floated over the middle card and went right for the bottom left. They danced for a moment there. "The first two cards were about preparation. What you did do to find them. This, this is how you find them. Where your journey leads." Stiles flipped the card.

The card was a frenetic animated mess of roots and weaving waving branches. Leaves were fluttering and scattering haphazardly. It was just an ordinary windy forest except for eight thick trunks intricately carved with runic symbols.

"Eight of wands, haste makes waste, but delay is in poor taste. Timing is everything. This card shows that you need to hurry, but poor planning is the fool's folly. Once you find your confidence to strike there can be no delay, but a fight with mind, body and spirit in tune is necessary as well. This card also can mean being smitten with love due to early depictions of the eight wands looking like cupid's flying arrows. Somehow I doubt that's happening here." Stiles looked up to Derek's face and he was still looking at the cards deep in thought.

"Oh I don't know, we've got wolf and witch how far stretched is a baby with aim in this moment. After all, unlikely places." Peter teased.

Stiles flipped the last corner card.

Similarly to the last card Stiles spotted the runes right away this time and noted they were divining runes on both cards. This time they were carved into branches stuck into the ground like a palisade. All eight of them had the runes, but so did the walking stick the man leaned on. The branches cut off the man from his warring past, and even though there was more carnage ahead of him this was usually a hopeful card. He was bandaged and bleeding, but there was a glint of determination burning in his eyes. Eyes that looked straight at Stiles.

He had pulled the card in reverse.

Stiles sucked in a breath and tried to think.

"Just say it." Derek cut in.

"Yet another wand card. Wands are cards of action, fire, and decision. It's an urging card. You must do, experience, embody. You've also pulled a lot of cards related to journeys and hard decisions. This one though is usually a very positive card. In reverse it means triumph comes at a great cost if you insist on doing it before you're ready or alone. No warrior alone wins a war and no pain is lessened by feeling it in solitude. This card warns of losing this fight. Of losing what could be precious to you. Of the future you could lose."

"These aren't helping me figure out where they are."

Stiles shook his head. "You chose how to get to them."

Derek huffed in annoyance. "Show me the last one."

Stiles flipped the last card.

A clearing in the woods created space for the only thing of note in the card. A woman in a cloak with kind whiskey eyes and chestnut hair sat on the ground with an outstretched hand resting on a wolf skull. Small bluebell flowers grew from the eye sockets.

Once again the overly personal nature of his card's portrayal caused him to pause. Stiles found his words, "This is the death card. Do not judge it. It doesn't represent death itself, it represents the transition to a new phase of life. It's a hard road with one final battle before... Something. I feel a culmination. An answer to the question you've spent a lifetime seeking. How do I get there is your question, but the cards wish to tell you a different answer. The cards say this road leads to pain and loss, but there are two sides of it. Two paths to take. Do you dwell and go back to the pain or do you forge ahead and choose a new beginning? Your choices and actions matter. You alone can choose the future or the past, but your choices have consequences for you and those around you."

"How is this the way I get to them?" Derek asked.

Stiles sighed. "Unfortunately the cards are not call and answer. They're more ask and the mystical random dude you came to will maybe slightly point you the right way in the dark."

Derek's annoyance spiked as his patience waned.

"Hey look dude I gave you the way it's up to you to find it. That's what I got for you take it or leave it man." Stiles set the deck to the side but left the spread.

Derek stared at all of the cards intensely. "What if I don't figure out what they mean?"

Peter piped up, "You already know what they mean."

Stiles pointed a finger over to Peter. "Ding ding. Bingo. Someone's been paying attention on his visits. You win a prize tall, dark, and creepy uncle."

"Is it more time with you, because I already pay your rate for what I want. Well, what I can get from this shop." Peter winked at him.

Stiles rolled his eyes. "Your prize is don't get coffee tomorrow morning."

Peter squinted his eyes. "Noted."

Stiles turned back to Derek. "Follow your gut. Listen to the cards. Oh also for the love of Weiner dogs, have a plan. But definitely act! Don't wait too long. Oh and unless you..." Stiles trailed off after he realized he wasn't helping.

Derek stabbed a finger into the cards. "These mean fuck all!"

"Focus. This isn't where they are. You didn't ask that. This is how you'll get there, the journey. Look at the cards, really look. Not for what you see, but what they could be telling you. We have multiple senses, but our most powerful is our inner sense. What pulls you, what draws your eye."

"The woods. They seem familiar."

Stiles nodded. "Good. Familiar how? Have you been there before? Do they feel like home?"

Derek tilted his head. "Like I've been there before." He tapped on the card with the curly haired boy. "Okay say Issac has something to do with this, why is he a kid though?"

"Did you meet him as a young boy?" Stiles asked.

Derek shook his head. "I met him about five years ago when he was sixteen. His dad was... Not the best. He needed a safe place and I could help him."

Stiles studied him as he spoke. "That's not the only reason. I can tell you're a good person, but I can also tell there was something about this boy. Just now you looked sad for him, but not in a sympathetic way. You looked genuinely empathetic. I won't ask what or who, but I just ask that you consider this with an open mind. Maybe he represents something childlike in you. A time you had been lead astray from your path, taken advantage of. A time you needed protection." Stiles could tell from the steely jaw and hard eyes he had made a correct assessment. "Don't linger on those moments, but unfortunately I think something about that situation will point you in the right direction."

Derek gave a curt nod and cleared his throat. "Can I take a picture of these?"

"Of course."

Peter and Derek both stood up. "We've taken enough of your magnificent time." Peter mocked a bow.

"Always a pleasure Mr. Hale." Stiles bowed his head back.

"Um, thanks." Derek stood awkwardly with his hands in his pockets. "Oh, how do I pay you?"

"Your second born and a year's subscription to divination doodads magazine." Stiles said.

"Funny." Derek said with a deadpan tone.

"I know I am, it's my best quality. Dude you just pay me like anyone else credit, debit, cash, I even take Paypal."

"Debit is fine." Derek took out his wallet as Stiles stepped behind the counter. He punched a few things and Derek swiped his card. Before putting it back he hesitated before speaking, "You really don't feel bad about this? Charging people to help them?"

Stiles shrugged. "I gotta eat. Do you feel bad asking poor suckers betting their mortgage payment, black or red?"

"Yes." Derek confessed.

"Then of the two of us the one out of balance with their life isn't me. Would you like your receipt?"

A laugh shocked him as it made it's way out. Derek agreed. "Maybe you're right. No thanks."

"I hope you find them." Stiles said earnestly.

"Don't you already know?" Derek asked walking to the door.

"Not how it works. But I do have a feeling you will." Derek seemed the determined type to Stiles.

"Do I have to pay extra for feelings?" Derek's hand rested on the doorknob, but he waited for Stiles' reply.

"Nah, I'll give those to you on the house." Stiles smirked at him.

Derek heard the bell chime and wondered if Stiles had enchanted it. Things long dormant in him fluttered to the surface as he left.

He would find his friends. Maybe afterwards he could come back to the shop to thank Stiles for his help. Maybe.

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Stiles juggled some of the grocery bags to the other hand to knock. It was a long day, a taxing one with the Hale's visit. He was glad it was over. It had been strange having such a personal vision in the middle of a reading. It had thrown off the rest of his day till he decided to close up early and hit the grocery store. Seeing his mom's face filled with such joy had been like a balm on a wound long closed. It didn't heal anything, but it helped the scar stretch. He missed her so much he wished he could revisit that moment when he wanted to, but it was a vision not a mercy.

The door finally opened and the dagger struck his heart like it always did. A woman with warm whiskey eyes and chestnut hair opened the door surprised. "Stiles, what are you doing here?"

Stiles took a deep breath in for when his throat inevitability caught. "Hey Ms. Gajos."

She smiled. "I told you, you can call me Claudia."

Stiles forced a smile and pushed on. "I really can't, you know that."

She took some of the bags from him. "Ever the respectful young man. The sheriff sure raised you right. And I told you you don't have to keep bringing me groceries. You and your father have been like mother hens since I fell doing the gutters. It wasn't even that bad and it was months ago." Claudia gestured wildly as she spoke.

Stiles turned away from her and placed them on the counter. "My mother did a really good job too." Stiles' eyes went glossy but he willed down his emotions.

He turned back after a moment and she looked lost in thought. "Right of course I'm sure." She looked around confused. "Were we having dinner? You brought over stuff for meatloaf? Are we having meatloaf?"

Stiles pulled himself together. "No Ms. Gajos. I should go. I'm sorry." Stiles felt the familiar spiral of pain, indulgence, and then finally guilt.

She looked so upset. "No no, you can stay. I just can't remember. I can't remember something?" She looked at him with lost pleading eyes. "Are we supposed to eat together? Just let me remember what I-what I... Stiles I'm forgetting."

Stiles started to panic. He grabbed her glasses. "Here. Calm down Ms. Gajos. You're just forgetting your glasses." He held them out hoping he hadn't sent his mom into a spiral.

Her face got wiped of concern and panic and she smiled. "You're such a sweet boy. You better head home. How silly of me and I'm not even sixty yet. Forgetting my glasses what an old lady thing. I thought I'd be all old and wrinkly and covered in baby powder by that time you know." She snorted.

"No you're not old. Everybody forgets little things every now and again." He reasoned.

She turned and cupped his cheek and smiled. "It's good I have a little mischief maker like you around to help me remember."

"Yeah." His voice croaked. "Bye." He turned and walked to the door without looking back.

"Drive safe. That jeep is a death trap!"

Stiles only waved behind.

He made it to the jeep and threw it into reverse as the tears fell. Seeing her was always hard, but today he'd pushed too much. He wished he could stop visiting, it only upset her. But how do you greive someone who's still there? Neither of them could let her go. The town and doctors thought it was just a bad case of amnesia, but his dad and him both knew. They knew this was a curse. A nasty one, one that Stiles had been trying to figure out for over a decade.

The curse had made her forget, but the real curse was that they remembered. Knowing didn't make it easier, in fact he so often wished he was the one that forgot. But that wouldn't piece their family together.

He couldn't help that right now. He could pour over tomes like he did every night, but right now his mind pulled to Derek. That was a unique reading. He didn't feel as in control as he normally did. He wasn't guiding Derek though the cards, the cards guided both of them. Thinking about the strange gruff man brought a smile to his face. He had liked him a lot more than he expected. Derek was as unique as his tarot cards were. Something about him was magnetic and repelling in equal measures. Although he was pretty sure he was rude on purpose.

Tomorrow was a new day. He could worry about curses and cute boys when he wasn't so exhausted.

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Tin's Favorite Sterek Fics (Part 16)

Hi there, and welcome back to Tin's Favorite Sterek Fics! I'm sorry it's been so long between installments this time. I started a new job last Wednesday which I absolutely love and am so grateful for, but it's got me working more and longer days (but with much higher pay), so I have been exhausted. Just a heads up, I'm probably only going to manage these on a weekly basis for the foreseeable future unless my workload suddenly lessens for some reason (which I have been assured that it will not).

Thank you all so much for your continued support of this series. It means the world to me. As always, I hope you're all having a good a day as you can, if not a great one.

Smoochies and squeezies, my darlings!

List and links to previous/next part(s) below the cut.

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DISCLAIMER: This is me warning you all that some of the fics I've included in this list may cover explicit, dark, and/or "taboo" subject matters. I cannot express enough how little I care what anyone thinks about any of that; all I want is for you to use caution when reading anything I've listed here and to please review and heed whatever tags the authors have provided in order to keep yourselves safe. Your experience from this point on is your own responsibility, not mine and not the authors'.

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Que Dis-Tu? by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella) (G | 1/1 | 2,594)

“What, are you gonna tell me you know Russian next?!” Stiles demanded, flailing one arm, other hand still closed around the spine of his book.

“I do know Russian,” Derek confirmed, still looking confused.

Stiles dropped the book so he could flail both arms in the air. “Of course you do! Why wouldn’t you know Russian?!”

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Your Royal Assholeness by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella) (T | 1/1 | 3,327)

The second he walked in, Derek growled loudly and was beside him in an instant, reaching out to lightly touch his neck.

“Who did this?”

“What the hell is going on?” Stiles hissed in response.

“Your majesty.”

Stiles turned when the woman spoke, positive he’d misheard, but she was on one knee with her head bowed, and the wolves who’d all followed had done the same.

“Your what?” Stiles demanded, shocked, turning back to Derek.

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You Have Reached... by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella) (G | 1/1 | 5,074)

“Why did you listen to the voicemails?”

“I like hearing you talk,” Derek said.

There were many things Stiles had been expecting after asking that question. That answer hadn’t been one of them.

“Any time we ever spoke before, it was always about what next problem we were facing and needed to solve. The voicemails are just you... talking.”

“Oh.” Stiles had never considered that.

(SNYE - January 10th - Long Distance)

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In meeting his is born, In absence he has grown by lookingforatardis (T | 1/1 | 6,191)

The witch’s voice turned dark, powerful. Her head fell back as she chanted:

So it is written, so it becomes A debt for a debt A life for life, In the darkest of times With a mate by thy side In meeting he is born, in absence he has grown A son for a son, for the Highest Power, Her goddess the Moon draws balance once more With a love that endures. And so has been, and so it is, and so it will be.

- Or, A witch gives Derek a toddler after Stiles leaves Beacon Hills, and Derek definitely does not freak out about it and beg the Sheriff to call Stiles for help because he's his anchor (he definitely does)

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Choice by Omni (T | 1/1 | 8,613)

Derek knows what it feels like to not really have a choice, what it's like to be manipulated. He'd never take away someone's right to choose freely. The fear of even accidentally doing so is enough to hold him back from acting on his own feelings.

Stiles has never had a problem making his own choices, and fuck anyone who would try to tell him he can't.

(Or: Stiles gets bitten by a different alpha, but of course would prefer to have Derek as his alpha. And also just, you know, have Derek.)

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Wake Up Call by SylvieW (M | 3/3 | 10,084)

Derek has nightmares and now that Laura is gone there's no one to wake him up and comfort him.

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Yes is a World by jezziejay (M | 1/1 | 10,207)

When the nemeton casts a protection spell over Beacon Hills, Stiles can finally go to college. Derek thinks this might be a good thing.

In which Stiles falls in love and Derek learns a lot.

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Five Times Derek Heard Something He Wished He Hadn't, and the One Time He Did by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella) (T | 1/1 | 14,841)

“This place is hell,” Derek decided. “This place is absolutely hell.”

How was it possible he’d gone so many years of his life without hearing anything nearly as over the top as he had just visiting Stiles at school? This had to be some kind of record for the most disgusting things he’d ever overheard.

(I mean really, the title says it all lol)

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Sigh No More series by elementalv (3 works | T-M | 16,472)

1. Sigh No More (M | 1/1 | 5,532) Scott respects Stiles’ decision not to take the bite right up until the day he doesn’t. That night, with the help of his father, Stiles leaves Beacon Hills for good. Warnings: See the Notes section at the end for warnings and possible triggers. The AO3 options don't quite cover what I need. 2. The Cave (T | 1/1 | 6,415) Chris has no idea how to salvage what was intended to be a diplomatic mission with an unknown alpha. 3. Winter Winds (T | 1/1 | 4,525) He hadn’t taken any particular pleasure in killing Peter for once and for all, though he was glad he’d thought to ask Deaton about what to do to make sure Peter couldn’t come back. Lydia wasn’t exactly thrilled with the countermeasures, but since it meant she wouldn’t have to raise him from the dead ever again, she dealt with it by making Scott pay in small ways and large. He accepts her treatment of him without comment, knowing that a lot of the mess the town is in could have been avoided if he hadn’t been such a dickhead all those years ago. And really, he thinks, as he’s patrolling near the Nemeton, dickhead doesn’t even cover what he did to Stiles.

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The Sound of Silence by Asterekmess (Livinginfictions) (E | 6/6 | 17,279)

Everyone is so sure Derek is dead, but Stiles can't accept it. Not when there are so many loose ends.

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doesn't weigh me down at all by kellifer_fic (T | 2/2 | 17,657)

"Your brother is cool. What happened to you?"

"Har, har, hilarious," Stiles says as Scott grabs him in a head lock and rubs the top of his head. "He's going to hold this one over me for ages," Stiles sighs after a few minutes of the sounds of just their feet shuffling through the undergrowth.

"Could've been worse," Scott says.

"I guess so."

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Children of the Wild Ones by bellefire (M | 2/2 | 18,081)

One turned corner was all it took—a single split second decision. A death. Stiles could never decide if that turn had been a wrong one or a right one.

In which Stiles is turned, gets a pack and takes a roadtrip to Mexico with people he used to not even like but are now somehow family, but first: murder.

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discretion's not what i need to sell series by marinbel (3 works | T | 18,492)

Told in three parts, in three perspectives.

1. discretion's not what i need to sell (T | 1/1 | 2,024) Stiles raises an eyebrow. “So am I not correct then that I saw you leaving Allison’s place this morning? From her bedroom window?” His eyes give Scott a once-over. “I’m sure the healthy flush is just from the run, and no other activities. And- oh, hey, is that hickey on your throat also from the run? I didn’t know that could happen.” Scott’s jaw locks. Fuck. Stiles shoves his hands into his pockets, rocking back and forth on his heels. “Sorry, just curious. Since I thought you and Kira were still a thing, and all.” 2. one more confession (T | 1/1 | 7,395) He’s talking to someone on the phone. She hears him. “We’ll think of something. Don’t- hey, don’t worry about it. We’ll work it out. Okay? Okay. See you tomorrow, Babe.” The crack of light expands, Scott opening the door. He stops in his tracks when he catches Kira’s eyes blinking back at him. “Hey,” he says. “Hey,” Kira says back. “Who’s Babe?” “Hmm?” Scott goes, flipping the light off and coming back to bed, crawling under the covers and looping an arm around her waist. “You were on the phone with someone,” Kira says, like maybe saying it out loud will remind him of what he was just doing. “You said Babe. Who’s Babe?” . Alternatively, Kira finds out. 3. keep those tired eyes closed (T | 1/1 | 9,073) “You gotta let him go.” Derek watches him from the peripheral, dejected. He sees it just beyond his eyes, the ruminating and mind whirring and Derek says, “Hey. With me, breathe in.” He breathes in and Stiles follows along. “Breathe out,” they do so together, Derek saying on the exhale, “now let him go.” Stiles’ exhale is shakier but he gets through it. “I’m letting him go.” . Alternatively, Derek's trying his very best at being a supportive boyfriend.

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Falling Up by PalenDrome (nerherderette) (E | 1/1 | 18,522)

Of all the things Stiles imagined could happen, he never thought he’d end up packless.

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Derek picks up his coffee and drains it slowly. "My place is a twenty-minute drive from here. I could show you, if you'd like," he says once he finishes. His tone is studiedly casual, but Stiles knows what a big deal it is. It's an offer to re-establish a connection with a former pack member. To invite Stiles into the new sanctuary Derek created for himself.

Stiles looks at his empty cup. He thinks of the miles he's driven. Of the motels and hotels and cheap campsites he's crashed at, and tries to keep his desperation to have something familiar, of not feeling so goddamn lonely, from his voice.

"Yeah. I'd really like that," he says, and if his heartbeat does a little swoop, Derek's too polite to mention it.

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To Find You Again by nightlight9 (E | 1/1 | 23,788)

The man standing on his porch waiting for him is unmistakable even after six years. Though his hair has grown out longer and there’s a scraggly beard covering his once bare chin, the unexpected guest is undoubtably Stiles.

Derek swallows and tries to subtly catch a whiff of his scent. Then he swallows again when he smells nothing but the Colorado trees.

“Stiles?” His mouth is dry. "What are you doing here?”

Despite the bags under his eyes, Stiles’ smile is bright. “Hey, Derek. I-. It’s been a long time. Can I come in?”

That's all it takes. Derek opens the door.

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If These Ears Could Talk series by HappyJuicyfruit (11 works | G-M | 39,686)

Stiles is hard of hearing, that doesn’t stop him from running with wolves. Doesn’t stop him from dating one either.

1. Clueless (G | 1/1 | 4,748) After everything they’ve been through together, all Derek wants is for his pack to be connected with strong, thriving, pack bonds. And for the most part, its working. The pack is growing, healing, happy. He just needs to figure out why Stiles hates him so much. 2. Pack is Pack, No Matter How Far (T | 1/1 | 9,927) Derek tries to deal with his pack moving away for college. Stiles helps (a lot). 3. Come Light A Candle With Me (G | 1/1 | 1,804) Derek celebrates Hanukkah with Stiles. 4. Worrywolf (M | 1/1 | 5,470) After a few worrying text messages, Derek decides to go check on his boyfriend during midterm week. 5. Memories From You and From Me (G | 1/1 | 3,070) On the anniversary of his family's death, Derek tries to distance himself from the pack. Stiles doesn't let him. 6. It's My Party, I Can Yell If I Want To (G | 1/1 | 5,496) Derek has made a lot of mistakes in his life, and he has a lot of regrets. Currently, his biggest regret is forgetting his boyfriends birthday. 7. I Can Help With That (M | 1/1 | 3,277) “You can’t be the only hard of hearing person on the campus.” Stiles shrugged, “so?” “So, why don’t you make a club or something? You don’t really know anyone else hard of hearing, it could be really good.” “Did Derek Hale seriously just tell me to make a club?” 8. I Do, I Do, I Do, I Do (G | 1/1 | 2,340) 8 years. Degrees, Master degrees, vet school, law school... It took 8 years, but finally, the Hale pack was together again in Beacon Hills. 9. As The Years Go By (I Just Love You More) (G | 1/1 | 1,811) It started with Becca, but it did not end with her. Or, how Derek and Stiles end up with a house full of kids. 10. Baby, I Was Born This Way (G | 1/1 | 1,051) He knew Stiles like the back of his hand. He knew that this silence wasn’t him. This stillness was unnatural. He’d been married to the man for twenty years. He had 8 kids with him. Stiles was a force of pure energy, he was a fighter to his core. It couldn’t end like this. 11. Oh, To Grow Old With You (G | 1/1 | 692) Derek yawned, looking out at his bird feeder as he waited for the kettle to boil. He would go out and refill it after breakfast. Do a morning walk around their territory. It would be a while before Stiles woke up, insomnia kept him up late most nights. And Derek’s bad back woke him up early. Werewolf healing didn’t fix everything, when you were old. Or, a very fluffy retirement.

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No Time Like the Future by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella) (T | 1/1 | 40,590)

It wasn’t until he was ten that the full explanation came to him, because every year when a group of kids turned ten, schools had a one-day course specifically about soulmates, what they meant, and why everyone had weird writing on their arms.

Derek remembered sitting in that all-day class, completely horrified, and absolutely devastated. The course leader made it sound like a good thing. Soulmates were the other half of your own being, they were the person you were supposed to love and cherish, who would understand every part of you, and all that other garbage nonsense. He was not here for this.

It wasn’t that Derek had any understanding of love—not romantic love, and certainly not at ten years old—but he read a lot of books and watched some shows and movies with his family, and love looked like something different in those environments. Love looked like a choice, like the meeting of people, and the getting to know them, and actively falling in love with a person because they were amazing and nice and just fit.

Soulmates didn’t sound like that.

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Nature Red In Tooth and Claw series by HaleHathNoFury (My_Trex_has_fleas) (4 works | T-E | 47,930)

1. Mockingbird Smile (E | 1/1 | 3,554) Kate has come to Beacon Hills to seduce Derek Hale and kill the Hale pack. Maybe she should have done some more research first. 2. Dirty Paws (T | 3/3 | 6,309) Every fairytale starts with a beginning. 3. In Our Town Of Halloween (E | 6/6 | 28,168) It's Halloween, the one night of the year the Hale wolves and their pack get to let it all hang out. Unfortunately for them, someone is on their trail and looking for revenge. What happens next will change everything. 4. Silver Bullet, Silver Arrow (E | 3/3 | 9,899) The Argents have come for vengeance. They're about to get what's coming for them.

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It Was a Wednesday by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella) (M | 2/2 | 80,129)

“What happened? Where are you? What’s that sound?”

Derek jumped, having momentarily forgotten Scott was on the phone with him because Stiles had started moving. He’d stalked over to the other side of the cave, still eying Derek warily and growling, then settled protectively over a mass of clothes, leaves and animal innards. It was probably where he was sleeping.

Lovely. No wonder he smelled like death.

“Stiles,” Derek said, answering Scott’s question. Or, one of them, at least.

“Stiles? What do you—Stiles is making that noise?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“How fast do you think you can make it to the south lot of the Preserve?”

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Pretty Little Wolf series by ItsMe_Basil (3 works | T-E | 88,628)

1. Pretty Little Wolf (E | 35/35 | 82,164 ) Derek has heard stories about the Spark -the kind of stories that would have his younger self cowering under the blankets. The kind of stories that had Derek stick close to the pack. But when Derek is in trouble, and the pack isnt around, Derek finds himself in the care of said Spark, and he finds out fairly quickly that he's not all he seems to be. Stiles, he finds out, isn't a villain at all. Derek's only heard one side of the story for four years, and now it's time for him to hear the other side from his mate. *-* "Pretty little wolf," he hummed, stepping closer and kneeling beside Derek. Even in his death fogged brain, he recognized the words spoken. The words that were tattooed along his hip bone. The man reached a hand out, long bony fingers brushing against Derek's jaw. That's when recognition dawned on him. He knew this boy -not personally, but he'd seen pictures. This was the Spark. The one Scott had warned him about since Derek had returned to Beacon Hills four years ago. His mate. "Fuck me," Derek gasped out, dropping his head on the step. "Let's get you better, first, shall we, Puppy?" The Spark hummed. 2. Pretty Little Wedding (M | 1/1| | 3,650) Its been two years since the Hale pack moved to Hood River, and Derek couldn't be happier with his life now. He has Stiles, his family, and a town that treats them like family. Its everything he could ever hope to have. Almost everything at least. 3. Pretty Little Niece (T | 1/1 | 2,814) Cora and Lydia have a baby, Stiles and Derek fight about having children of their own, and Stiles slowly warms up to being an uncle! Part 3 of the Pretty Little Wolf series! If you haven't read thd first I recommend you do so!! These are just little snippets into the Hale packs life after they leave Beacon Hills!

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jade-bright · 4 months ago

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Star Wars!Sterek pt.3

Derek, after putting his armor and helmet back on, carried Stiles back to the Lycan and checked him for any visible injuries. Assuming the younger man was gonna be out for a while, he went about checking and fixing parts of the ship's vitals/mechanics he deemed necessary until he ultimately went to just watch over Stiles. Some hours later, sat across the cot Derek watched as he finally awoke...

Stiles: (stretching) Ughhh, (turns his head and jumps when he sees Derek) Ahh! Oh my Maker

Derek: (slightly amused but doesn't move or say anything) ...

Stiles: ... (waits a bit to see if he'll say anything) Are you okay? I didn't mess anything up did I?

Derek: ...

Derek: You're a jetii

Stiles: ...

Stiles: No. I'm force sensitive. (looks down at his hands and starts to fidget with them) My mom taught me, just like her dad taught her. He was the one who became a jedi, but he left to be with my grandmother

Derek: (a bit confused) ...How aren't you a jedi?

Stiles: (huffs a little laugh) For one? (gestures to his entire being) I don't have a lightsaber and I don't follow the traditional jedi mantra

Derek: What do you follow?

Stiles: (Shrugs) The same mantra my grandfather decided to follow after he married my grandmother, "Emotion, yet peace. Ignorance, yet knowledge. Passion, yet serenity. Chaos, yet harmony. Death, yet the Force."

Derek: What does it mean?

Stiles: For me and my family? Freedom. We get to live and make choices same as any "ordinary" being, practice the ways of both the light and dark side... (squints and purses his lips) well... within reason, and you know (blushes), love and marry whoever we want...

Derek: (blushes under his helmet remembering that they are indeed married now) ...

Stiles: I know our getting together was veryyy... of convenience? Since, you know, you were dying and you've told me how important your Creed is and how much of a disgrace it is for a Mandalorian to break the Creed and I didn't mean to force your hand in this or in-

Derek: (abruptly takes off his helmet and puts it to the side)...

Stiles: -uhhhhh

Derek: (gulps what little saliva he has, takes a deep breath and stands) I willingly gave you my name, and have now willingly shown you my face, because you are clan, and if you'd be willing to continue the riduurok, I wish to at least give you the symbol of my family

Stiles: (a bit surprised and blinking, then smiles his mischief in his eyes) Okay, (stands) I'll follow through in our marriage, (takes a small step closer) on two conditions

Derek: Anything

Stiles: (smile widening) After this bounty, (takes another small step forward) we will return to Naboo and we'll have a small wedding that my dad will be able to attend

Derek: (smiles and laughs a little) Okay, and?

Stiles: (takes one last step towards Derek) I want several kisses from my husband, whenever I want

Derek: (eyes wrinkling from how much he's smiling and walks to finally close the distance between them, and wrap his hands around his waist to pull him flush against himself) Is that all cyar'ika?

Stiles: (pleased, raising his arms to place over his shoulders and rest his hands behind his neck) Mhmm~

*Stiles just taking his time and getting his fill on finally being able to stare into his partners eyes and take note of his other features like his thick brows and seemingly soft hair. Meanwhile, Derek's also enjoying being able to fully explore the depths of brown and gold in his riduur's eyes, but is mostly loving how he gets to finally hold him in such a loving manner.*

Stiles: Derek?

Derek: Hmm

Stiles: I want a kiss

Derek: As you wish cyar'ika

*The End*

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

#sterek #derek hale #stiles stilinski #eternal sterek #stiles x derek #derek x stiles #teen wolf #sterek au #teen wolf au #sterek drabble #sterek fandom #sterek fic #sterek star wars au #mandalorian derek hale #force sensitive stiles stilinski

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wheredidhiseyebrowsgo · 1 year ago

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Any fic recs where Stiles is like a badass Navy SEAL or ex-Marine or some kind of sniper. I'm craving badass military/Stiles. Preferably Sterek but doesn't have to be. Thanks!

Yeah!

I'll make an alpha out of you by ElisAttack

(2/3 I 6,873 I Mature I Sterek)

"Did they send me omegas, when I asked for men!" Peter Hale shouts.

Stiles clenches his fists in anger. The scar tissue along his side where he burnt away his omega mark itches. Stiles may be pretending to be an alpha, but he knows deep down what he really is. Once an omega, always an omega.

Or the one where Stiles takes his father's place in a war he doesn't believe in.

they never tell you that bullets bite back by snickiebear

(1/1 I 7,442 I Mature)

When he’s pinned down and the light at the end of the tunnel flickers, he thinks about his Dad, about Derek, and about his goddaughter he’ll probably never get to meet.

He survives every time. Still hasn’t met her. She’s seven now.

or, stiles leaves and finds a new war to fight

bone deep by localsharkbait (nemonight)

(1/1 I 9,153 I Not Rated)

Stiles really could not have known that joining the military would have lead to him meeting Iron Man and getting a boyfriend.

Staring into the muzzle blast by ElisAttack

(2/3 I 13,586 I Mature)

"The hairs rise on the back of Stiles' neck when he glances out the porthole and gets a real close look at the asteroid’s surface. It’s covered in cable lines and electronics, too small and sparse to be seen from anywhere but the surface. They flow towards a series of boulders and what appears to be a heavyweight airlock. Someone built a base here and nobody knew about it. Not Earth, not Mars, not the Belt.

Stiles grips his rifle tighter."

Or the one where Stiles is an Earther marine, sent to the Belt to help investigate a distress beacon. What he finds brings to light a conspiracy that has the power to shake the Solar System to its very core, and change everything he’s ever known.

Specialized Technical Intelligence and Logistics for Earth and Space (S.T.I.L.E.S) by Yiichi

(10/10 I 73,419 I Not Rated I Sterek)

“What the hell kind of a name is Stiles?” he asked.

“You know, a series of sounds spoken in a particular sequence that represent my identity, primarily, referring to me?“ the AI – Stiles – answered cheekily, crossing his own arms in front of his chest, mirroring Derek’s position.

“Ooh, this one’s feisty,” Peter smirked.

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #bamf!stiles

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eevylynn · 2 months ago

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WolfTok

Sterek || E|| Booktoker AU || 2518 wc (2/3)

Stiles is shocked to discover that Derek moonlights as a Booktoker. What he finds even more shocking is the discovery that Derek uses it to promote his smutty books it writes under a pseudonym.

Yeah, we’re just going to continue to pretend that TikTok was a thing during Teen Wolf time. Don’t think too hard about this.

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Ch 2

A little over a week later, most of the pack was gathered to discuss their latest problem: a siren lurking in the river that ran through Beacon Hills. It had already kidnapped a few people, and they needed to figure out how to stop it before more went missing. Nearly everyone was talking over one another, tossing out theories and plans of action.

Jackson, arms crossed, was adamant that they call Lydia for advice. “She’s the smartest one in the pack. She’ll know what to do,” he said, as if that settled the matter.

“We should at least try talking to the siren,” Scott argued. “Maybe there’s a way to reason with it. Violence isn’t always the answer.”

Rolling her eyes at Scott’s suggestion, Erica shot back. “Yeah, because talking to a creature that lures people to their deaths with magic songs is totally going to work.” Isaac nodded in agreement.

"Killing it does seem like the fastest solution," Boyd grunted outed, throwing a shoulder over his girlfriend’s shoulders in solidarity.

Stiles, seated near the edge of the group, was only half listening. His attention kept wandering over to Derek, who stood quietly in the corner, texting Peter who was over at the location of the latest kidnapping point, supposedly sniffing out a lead.

Once again, he just couldn’t help but have Derek’s “Samuel Blackwolf” voice narrating the scene, imagining Derek’s soft voice turning sensuous and velvety:

Away from the arguing beta wolves, Derek stood apart, the low light of the room casting soft shadows over his impressive physique. His back, broad and muscular, stretched beneath the fabric of his shirt, each movement a fluid testament to the raw strength that lay hidden beneath the surface. The simple gray t-shirt he wore clung to his body, highlighting the powerful lines of his shoulders, the subtle flex of his biceps as he typed on his phone. The shirt strained against the contours of his chest, taut enough to make Stiles’s breath hitch. And those jeans—oh, those jeans. They were tight in all the right places, hugging his thighs, the outline of his strong calves just barely visible beneath the fabric. His posture was casual, but the sheer size and strength of him made it impossible for Stiles to look away. Every inch of Derek seemed designed to command attention, effortlessly exuding the kind of confidence that made the heart race and the pulse quicken.

Stiles shifted in his seat, trying to force his mind back to the meeting, but it was hard when Derek was just so... Derek. Every subtle movement—the flex of his arm as he adjusted his phone, the way his jeans hugged his round ass so nicely, the stretch of his neck as he looked down at his screen—sent a rush of heat through Stiles’s body.

Derek’s soft voice broke through his betas’ rising voices. “Peter found signs of a disturbance near the riverbank—ripples in the water, maybe something moving upstream. He thinks it could be heading toward the woods.”

Before Stiles could even process that, his phone went off loudly, the notification tone echoing in the room. He winced, realizing too late that he had forgotten to silence it after doing homework earlier. Everyone turned to look at him, including Derek, whose thick eyebrows were raised, silently asking if Stiles was going to check that.

Flustered, Stiles fumbled for his phone, hoping and praying that it wasn’t what he thought it was.

It was exactly what he thought it was.

His face burned red as he saw the notification that Derek had just posted a new TikTok.

Stiles blinked at the screen, heart racing. Now? Here? How?

Wait.

Derek had uploaded a TikTok right in the middle of a pack meeting, while everyone was here.

While Stiles was here.

How did Derek find the time to do this? When did he film it? Did he do it just before they showed up? Maybe he’d filmed a bunch a while back and was just getting around to posting now? Was he even texting Peter earlier? His mind raced as he continued to stare at his phone, wondering if Derek had ever filmed any while the pack was around.

As his brain spiraled into a thousand questions, Stiles suddenly felt Derek’s gaze on him, heavier than before.

“Is everything okay?” Derek asked softly.

[continue reading on ao3]

#my writing #mywriting #sterek #sterek fanfiction #eternalsterek #booktoker derek hale #stiles stilinski #derek hale #teen wolf #tiktok au #fanfiction

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hotgirlstiles · 11 months ago

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thinking about HER….. (sterek werewolves are known Cowboy Derek, ranch farmer’s son stiles fic) (stiles is rich and spoiled and pretty btw and ‘helps’ in tje farm hy watching derek haul hay and chop wood) (he hangs out at the lake nearby naked and reading his french books and angling his neck because he knows derek is watching) (he wears derek’s cowboy hat)

#txt #AND ANOTHER THING!

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nezmar13 · 1 year ago

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UNTOUCHABLE

One more little fanart dedicated to the masterful Hedwig221b and her Sterek fanfic "Untouchable." I personally have a deep love for A/B/O aus, but the thing I loved the most about this story was the fact it was predominantly written from other characters´ points of view. This scene was for instance Issac´ pov of seeing Derek and Stiles in deep embrace before Stiles´s dorm room and I really loved the idea of them being so deeply lost in one another, Derek´s leather jacket wrapped around Stiles´s shoulders and pulling Stiles as closely as possible, peppering his face and neck with kisses. No care in the world for anything or anyone else.

Truly well written and fully recommended, so go and enjoy to the link down below

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45663343?view_adult=true

#sterek #sterek fanfic #sterek fanart #sterek fandom #sterek recs #sterek au #derek hale #derek x stiles #teen wolf fanart #teen wolf #fluff #hedwig221b #fanart #my artwrok #stiles stilinski #omega stiles #alpha derek hale #omegaverse

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randomficrecss · 2 years ago

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Hi!! Can you recommend some of your favourite sterek fics?

sorry it’s taken so long but yes absolutely!! one of my favorite ships to read about :) lmk if you’ve read all of these already

Sterek Fic Rec

first of all i would recommend reading anything by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

We've Written Volumes (in Blood and Scars and Ink) by notthequiettype

E | 25.9k | 1/1 | hurt/comfort, injuries, sexual content

Stiles is on his back on hard-packed dirt. He's cold and there are leaves stuck to his neck and there's a four inch gash in his side that he thinks he can feel his ribs through. There's so much blood around him he feels like he's floating on a pond and everything is so much dimmer above him than it was a minute ago, which is saying something because he's in the dark center of the forest in the middle of the night. And the worst of it is that he's alone, totally alone with the smell of his own blood drowning him and the soft side of him run through by a tree.

As his eyes slip shut, the last thing he thinks is, "This is going to kill my dad."

Illuminated by ZainClaw

T | 5k | 1/1 | hurt/comfort, love confessions, first kiss, fluff

"Because I'm falling in love with you and it's scaring the hell out of me.”

Hallowed Grounds by damnfancyscotch

M | 109.5k | 16/16 | full shift werewolves, hurt stiles, slow burn, alive laura hale, magical stiles, BAMF stiles

Everything in Beacon Hills is the same when Stiles comes home from college.

Well, except for the fact that he's a published author now, Scott is halfway across the world with a travelling circus, Erica's epilepsy has been cured, her boss offers him a job too, and there's this weird black dog that seems to be following him around just to judge him.

Oh, and the murders, of course.

But other than that stuff... totally the same old BH.

Suspicious Minds by HaleHole (SweetFanfics)

E | 40.1k | 1/1 | wolf derek, single parent stiles, alive laura hale

“Don’t feed Balto your pizza,” Stiles mildly warns his daughter.

“Derek.”

Stiles pauses, mouth open and cheese sliding off the pizza as he parrots, “Derek? Who’s Derek?”

His daughter rolls her eyes, like Stiles has just asked her the dumbest question ever. “The wolf, Daddy!”

“You changed his name?” Stiles asks in surprise. Usually she’s pretty set about naming things. Her doll’s name was decided two seconds after receiving it, the car has been Alonzo for three years now, and the toaster ‘Pop’ for the last six months.

Meg nods, prodding the sliding cheese back on top of her slice. “Yeah. He told me his name is Derek. And that he doesn’t really like Balto.”

“Is that right?” he asks, eyeing the wolf who seems far too interested in watching a pair of animated moose arguing. It’s official. This wolf is weird. This whole situation is weird.

Separated from Laura after being cornered by some hunters, an injured Derek finds himself being rescued by Stiles and his young daughter. In more than one way.

After The Storm by matildajones

M | 41.3k | 4/4 | kid fic, werewolf reveal, slow build, police officer stiles, hurt/comfort

Derek's mind flits to Stiles’ face. It’s a hard face to forget and for some reason Stiles is one of the only things Derek can think about without feeling like he’s lost something.

Erica grins. “When are you going to see him next?”

“He’s a cop,” Derek says gruffly.

“So?”

Derek remembers being at the station, he remembers all those fucking people who thought he had killed his own sister. Laura. He hates all of them, and says as much aloud.

Erica hums. “Sounded like you didn’t hate him.”

Dealing with the death of his sister, Derek spends most of his time helping out his family. He meets Stiles and as soon as Derek's willing to admit his attraction towards him, he discovers that Stiles is dealing with his own problems at work. He needs help - help that Derek's all too willing to give. There's something about Derek with his strange, glowing eyes and quick ability to heal that makes Stiles trust him when maybe he shouldn't.

#sterek #sterek fics #fanfic #fanfic rec #derek hale x stiles stilinski #derek hale #stiles stilinski #teen wolf fic rec #teen wolf #fanfiction

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violetfairydust · 8 months ago

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WIP Wednesday

I was tagged by the amazing @renmackree! Thank you!

Here we have my yet to be titled one-sided Sterek from Stiles' POV. Unfortunately for everyone, Erica has been misinformed, so this is going to be a roller coaster for Stiles.

Stiles set the pen on the desk. As he ripped off his sweater, the sleeve whipped the pen a few desks away. He groaned and got out of the chair. Going around the back row, he stopped as the hot girl who usually sat in the front row picked it up with her pink painted nails. The gold necklace around her neck shimmered. It reminded him her name was Erica. She smiled as she handed it back to him.

“Thanks.” He moved back to his seat and she followed. He looked up at her as she sat on his desk.

“Stiles, right?”

His jaw fell. No words came out, so he nodded a few times. She knew his name?

“Do you have a date to the prom?”

“Uh, no.” There was no way she would ask him to prom, she was too hot and he was pretty sure her boyfriend wouldn’t like that.

She smiled as she leaned closer to him. “A friend of mine has a crush on you and he’s too nervous to ask you to prom, so I’m helping him out. Do you want to go with him?”

Stiles sighed and lost all amazement. He peered around her to check the time. Three minutes until class. He rested against the metal bar connecting the chair and the desk. “Listen, I can appreciate you helping your friend, but I’m not getting set up on some awkward date just because I’m the last person available.”

“No, he actually wants to go with you. I think he’s just a little shy.”

Stiles rolled his eyes. “That’s what they said about Greenberg and then we were left at the end-of-the-year lacrosse picnic and I was reaching for the mustard and he thought I was trying to kiss him. I don’t do date set-ups.” He bit the end of the pen anxiously.

“What if I told you it was Derek Hale?”

The pen fell onto Stiles’ lap. “Derek Hale? The Derek Hale has a crush on me?”

She smiled and crossed her legs. “Straight from the horse’s mouth.” The bell rang and she hopped off his desk. “Should I tell him you said yes?”

He was practically drawing their wedding invitation as she danced to her seat. “You’re not joking?”

She scoffed lightly. “I’ll tell him during English.”

Stiles leaned back and tapped his pen on the desk. Derek Hale wanted to go out with him. Him of all people! He beamed at the table. It had been a long four years of hoping and praying the captain of the basketball team would so much as glance at him, but he had a crush on him. And he was shy about it! What could be better than that? He felt he owed her for telling him. On the back of the graded test Ms. Fleming handed back, Stiles doodled the wedding program. Sorry, Scott, but Erica is going to be his new best man.

I softly tag: @thotpuppy @endwersed @eevylynn

@hellorhighwater21

#sterek #stiles stilinski #erica reyes #my writing #snippets

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paperyowl · 4 months ago

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Gentlemen Don't Kiss and Tell (Sterek Ficlet)

So, I think I'm still telling myself that my current obsession isn't Teen Wolf, of all things. I might be delusional.

Can be read on ao3 here.

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Scott made Isaac go with him for the refill of drinks and snacks. Derek took one look at their retreating backs, slipped out from behind Stiles, and got up without much of a comment. Lydia shrugged and called a toilet break.

That left Allison and Stiles as the only two - coincidentally human - pack members holding up the fort, which was rather fitting because the sheer number of pillows and blankets on the floor of Derek's loft could certainly make up a pillow fort. Stiles was half tempted to make the suggestion, or even just a joke about it, just to see Derek's face.

But then again, Derek had agreed to half them all come over for a pack night, and that had taken quite a bit of convincing. Maybe Stiles shouldn't tease him too much, at least for tonight. He took a last sip of his non-alcoholic-Derek-it's-fine drink and settled into the warmth that the sourwolf had left behind.

"So, uhm," Allison said in silence, and when Stiles looked over at her, it almost seemed like she was blushing. Well, this would be interesting. Or terrifying. Those tended to overlap a lot these days, seriously.

"I'm worried where this is going," Stiles told her, and when she gave him a stern look, he added: "Go on, go on."

Stiles certainly could not point any fingers regarding the broaching of odd or embarrassing topics. His brain-to-mouth filter was not actually as nonexistent as he liked to pretend it was, but it was far too funny to catch his friends off guard to stop.

"You and Derek," Allison eventually prompted. "You..."

She made a rather crude hand movement that had Stiles snort. So this was what her line of questioning was about. Oh, well.

"We fuck, yes," he said candidly. "But listen. If this is a sex question, you really shouldn't ask me. Especially because I don't want to know what you and Scott are up to."

Stiles made an exaggerated gagging noise and snatched another pillow to settle in more comfortably against the rather hard edge of the couch table they had pushed back a little. Ow. What was taking them all so long?

Allison raised her eyebrows at him, clearly unimpressed with his attitude.

"Thanks," she said a little sourly.

"You're most welcome," Stiles told her. "And now, quickly ask whatever you're about to ask before I change my mind."

She didn't quite huff at that comment and appeared to choose her words very carefully before she spoke again.

"Does werewolf anatomy... change things?" Allison asked, and for a long moment, Stiles's mind blanked because he didn't even understand the question entirely. His mind latched onto something else instead.

"Wait, does that mean you haven't-"

"I thought you didn't want to know?"

"Not in specific terms!"

"We haven't. You guys have, now, back to my question," Allison quickly summarized the whole situation. Her patience was running thin.

It was then that Stiles caught up.

"Are you asking me if Derek has a knot ?"

Allison blushed a furious red and spluttered. It was so unlike her that Stiles couldn't help the gasping laughter that had him struggle to breathe. It was perhaps a little mean, but he honestly didn't mean to.

"Oh god," he hiccuped and really wanted to stop laughing, but he really couldn't.

"What so funny?" Scott asked with a curious look as he reappeared behind Allison. To her credit, she didn't even jump at his sudden appearance. It took a while to get used to these werewolves, but you eventually just did.

"Nothing really," Allison said, delivering it with enough of an eye roll to be believable. As they settled back down, Stiles slowly calmed himself. It helped that Derek finally grabbed him by the back of his neck when Stiles drew in a few breaths rather painfully, dragged him into his chest, and told him, "Breath, you're making yourself sick."

There was more laughter for the rest of the night, but eventually, it got so late that Derek didn't even have to play the 'I might not be the alpha, but I can definitely still throw you out' card.

After their friends had left and Stiles had taken a quick shower, he settled on the bed and scrolled through a few notifications on his phone. The bed dipped when Derek joined him, seemingly satisfied with the state of the loft.

"So," Derek prompted when Stiles looked up. "What was that about earlier?"

Stiles grinned and then leaned in close for a kiss that Derek quickly yielded for. They kept trading kisses that weren't really meant to led anywhere. It was kind of sweet to just cosy up together like this.

Derek let himself be manoeuvred to sit more firmly on the bed when Stiles pushed a little at him and finally straddled his thighs. After they parted, Derek gave him a considering look. And an eyebrow, of course, there was that raised eyebrow.

"Was it that kind of question then?" he asked, and Stiles couldn't help but run a thumb over his blood-flushed lower lip. He almost started laughing again when he thought about Allison's face.

"She wanted to know if your dick has a knot," Stiles told him with a shrug and watched Derek's lips drag up in a grin. He shook his head a little.

"And what did you tell her?"

Stiles shrugged. "Well, you know, the literature says that it's not a concern for anyone who isn't born a wolf-"

Derek directed him back into a kiss with a hand at the side of his neck and shut Stiles up very effectively.

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #stiles x derek #not smutty exactly #fanfiction #fanfic

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hiiii!! if you’re still taking sterek prompts: set in college, sterek are finally together! boyd, erica, issac, and kira are so so happy for them and glad that derek has found love with stiles but they miss hanging out with their friend!! derek is spending all of his time with stiles and they really understand that but they miss derek, maybe stiles overhears them talking about it and feels guilty that he’s taking up derek’s time and tries to get derek to hang out with his friends more

“What did he say?” Kira chirped, looking up at Erica with lifted eyebrows.

Erica huffed and turned her phone to show her the screen. It was a bit too sad to see how quickly Kira’s hopeful smile dwindled down to a dejected pout. “‘No’. Again. Fucking dickhead.”

“Erica.”

“What?” She turned to Boyd, who was watching as the girls touched up their make up in front of the mirror. “Am I wrong? He ditched us! We’ve known him since fucking high school. And you,” she thrust her finger at Kira, ignoring her puppy eyes, “are basically his sister. The only one who’s sane. And he fucking—”

“Well, it’s kind of expected,” Isaac muttered, glaring at his phone where he had just lost a game. “He pined for Stilinski since fucking forever, so…”

“Listen, I’m happy he’s getting laid.” Erica swiveled towards him with a sarcastic smile and spread her arms. “I’ll be the first to buy him a fucking balloon set and a gift basket, but this is ridiculous.”

“You just can’t stand being ditched,” noticed Boyd.

“And you can? This is the third time!” She turned back to the mirror and smashed the top of her lipstick case closed with a bit too much force. “I fucking miss his stupid face.”

“Me, too,” Kira sighed.

All of them looked at each other.

“Let’s go get drunk,” Boyd grunted, standing up.

“What do you mean ‘No’?”

“Mmm.”

“Derek—” Stiles grabbed him by the hair and pushed him up, away from his neck. The sight of his half-lidded eyes and a soft smile made Stiles’ face burn and his heart tickle. Concentrate! “Why aren’t you going?”

Derek made an attempt to dive back to kissing Stiles’ neck and rolled his eyes when Stiles didn’t let him.

“Stiles…”

“Derek.”

“Well, what do you want me to say?” Derek huffed. “No, I don’t want to go out. I’ve only just got you, baby, I want to spend all my time with you.”

Stiles sighed and traced his fingers down Derek’s face and scruff. He understood Derek’s feelings, probably more than anyone else, because he, too, wanted to glue himself to the man and never fucking let go. Like, what do you mean Derek fucking Hale wants to date him? To look at Stiles, touch him, kiss, make love with him. The same Derek who Stiles was sighing over for so long?

Sometimes, Stiles stared at Derek’s possessive hand spread over his thigh and wonder how the hell did he get this? What brain disease made this Greek god, this insanely funny and sharp-witted confident man turn his attention onto Stiles?

“But… Don’t you miss your friends?”

Derek stared at him with narrowed eyes. He was lying on his front between Stiles’ spread thighs — the sight of heavenly dreams, yes, please; his fingers flexed on Stiles’ sides a bit, as if he wanted to pierce the claws into him.

“Did you get tired of me?” he asked out of the blue.

“Wh— No!”

“Do you want space? I know we moved too fast, but I just can’t fucking get enough of you—”

This man. Stiles was going to become insane.

“I don’t want space,” he tried to smooth out Derek’s frown with his thumbs. “If I could I’d become a leech and attach myself to you. Wait.” Stiles froze. “Is that weird?”

“It’s not.”

Stiles bit his lip to keep the smile in. “Would you love me if I was a wo—”

“Don’t.”

Stiles snorted. “What I mean is…” He sighed. “I know what it’s like to be a friend who’s ditched because of a partner.” His careful gaze met Derek’s intense one. “It’s not a good feeling. And I don’t want your friends to hate me.”

“I won’t let them.”

“Go then! Like, what if you break up with me tomorrow and go to them and— Ouch!” Stiles rubbed his left pec that Derek just sank his teeth in.

“Not tomorrow, not next month, and, guess what, not even next year.” Derek pierced him with his glare. He lifted himself up on the elbows, loomed over Stiles and kissed him hard. “Don’t even fucking think about it,” he bit out into Stiles’ lips, making his heart shiver from the possessiveness in his tone. “You’re not getting away from me.”

“Okay, big bad wolf, Little Red got the message.” Stiles murmured, patting Derek on the sides. Internally, he was squealing from joy. “You’ll chase after me and my pierogi until— Stop biting!”

Derek didn’t look sorry at all, just arched an eyebrow. Stiles sighed and put his hands around Derek’s massive shoulders to urge him to lay down again. “Let’s at least pretend not to be so toxic about each other, okay?”

“We’re not toxic.”

“You’re lucky I’m as obsessed with you as you are with me. Otherwise, you’d get a touch too familiar with my Dad’s intimidation tactics.”

“I want to meet your dad,” Derek frowned at him.

Stiles stared at him. “I can’t decide whether you are a figment of my salivating imagination or you’re simply insane.”

“He’s your dad.”

This. Man.

“You’ll get to experience my annoying clinginess, I promise you. But tonight we are going to pretend that we can exist without being in the immediate vicinity of each other; you are going to go to your friends, have fun and get shitfaced.”

“Baby…”

“Nuh-uh. I need to finish my conspectus anyway, and you’re distracting.”

Derek’s sigh was so deep, one would think Stiles forced him to go take an exam.

“As you wish, princess.” Derek smirked at the blush on Stiles’ face. “You won’t remember any of your notes anyway.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because I’m going to fuck your brains out when I come back.”

Stiles snorted, then fell apart in giggles, as Derek sucked a goodbye kiss on the base of his neck.

LOML: I love you

You: I love you too. having fun?

LOML: lvoe uou

Stiles’ heart did an excited screeching massive rollercoaster swerve. With a tight lodge in his throat, Stiles threw himself on the bed and stared at his too-bright screen in the darkness of his quiet room. And stared, and stared…

You: got it

LOML: Erica s yellin at Isaac

You: ?

LOML: she wants to bee my maid f honor at our weddinge

LOML: kiras crying bc she wants it tooo

LOML: can I have four poeple f honor? pls kitten

You: sure

LOML: I loooe yoi

You: love you too

#sterek #sterek fic #sterek fanfic #eternal sterek #stiles x derek #derek hale #stiles stilinski #derek x stiles #sterek prompt #fanfic prompt #my fics #anon asks #prompt fill #the fact that i managed to put in baby princess and kitten in this tiny thing #erica kira and stiles are going to be immediate best friends #and bring terror upon everybody

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Tin's Favorite Sterek Fics (Part 9)

Howdy, and welcome to part 9! As always, thank you all for you support of this series. I love you all and would kiss you all upon the lips if I could.

I hope you're all having/had/will have as good a day as you can.

List and links to previous/next part(s) below the cut.

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The Heart May Be A Lonely Hunter, But the Cat Isn't Anymore by BarlowGirl (T | 1/1 | 4,611)

“Kind of an ugly thing, isn’t it?” Stiles asks.

Derek turns a glare on him. “Why are you even here?”

Stiles grins. “Because you plus a kitten is hilarious, Danny Zuko,” he says, reaching over and scratching the kitten’s neck.

The thing takes a swipe at him and takes a chunk of his arm with it. Stiles jolts backwards, trips over his own feet, and ends up on his ass on the floor.

Derek looks back at Deaton. “How would I go about keeping her?”

Or: The one where Derek gets a kitten because of reasons.

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Structures series by elisera (2 works | T | 6,036)

1. Hale & Son (T | 1/1 | 3,499) Derek wakes up to the sound of bare feet hitting the hardwood floor and sighs. Rolling over to blink at the alarm clock, he listens to Ben shuffling down the hallway. It’s a bit after one a.m and Derek only went to bed about twenty minutes ago. He sighs again, shifts onto his back, tugs his t-shirt back down from where it has rucked itself up under his armpits and waits for the inevitable to happen. It’s always the same every time Stiles has to go away for a few days. 2. On This Path (T | 1/1 | 2,537) Derek is waiting for him when Ben sneaks in through the back door, whispering at the dog who’s whining and dancing around his legs, trying to soothe Bats. Ben’s got a backpack slung over one shoulder and smells like lake water and the forest, like a bonfire and beer and just a little of arousal.

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Melissa and Derek are Bros series by deerie (2 works | G-T | 7,145)

1. glad i didn't die before i met you (T | 1/1 | 6,039) Well, and two weeks into whatever it is they’re doing, Melissa McCall says, “I know that look in your eye, Derek.” Startled, Derek looks up from the muffin on his plate. The blueberry muffin is a trap. Melissa only gave it to him because she wants to talk about uncomfortable things. He really needs to stop accepting food from her. He looks down at the muffin, betrayed, and thinks, How could you do this to me? 2. with these things there's no telling (we just have to wait and see) (G | 1/1 | 1,106) This is a scene that didn't make it into "glad i didn't die before i met" you, set sometime between Stiles going to Derek's loft and Melissa's blind date. “I’m about to lay down some hard truths, Derek.” She moves her hand from his leg and gestures to the tea. “Drink.”

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How To Be a Normal Person by drunktuesdays (E | 1/1 | 8,344)

Instead he sits for a moment, looking at the empty search box, fingers on the home row the way his mother taught him. He thinks about that, and about the hole in the wall he’d lived with for so long, and the way Isaac had grinned at him last night when he’d finally gotten around to plugging the refrigerator in.

He finds himself typing in, “how to be a normal person.”

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Notches in Your Spine by whiskey_in_tea (E | 3/3 | 8,741)

Stiles is the one who finds them in the first place, Derek’s college applications.

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TeamHuman! series by halelujah (3 works | T-M | 9,321)

Just some one shots about Stiles, Allison and Lydia being a BAMF! Why? Because why the hell not?

1. If You Go In The Woods Today. (T | 1/1 | 1,661) He was also of high rank. Was Second to the Alpha, above all the wolves and humans in the Pack. 2. High Heeled Boots & Sharp Knives. (T | 1/1 | 1,879) "A pretty face like yours shouldn't be out this late," a male voice chuckled in her ear, a fingertip caressing her cheek. "Don't know what... Monsters might be out there." Lydia rolled her eyes, because that was original. Hand to God, Hunters were fucking stupid. 3. Protect Those Who Cannot Protect Themselves. (M | 1/1 | 5,781) The Huntress fires two rounds to the leg, one to her ankle and the other to her knee to stop either option. She crumples to the floor in a heap of agony. "Stay," Allison says, kicking a booted heel out and knocking her unconscious.

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Don't Judge a Book by PlotWitch (G | 1/1 | 12,643)

After a rough year Derek has decided that Stiles needs to learn how to defend himself. Of course, Derek, being Derek, doesn't always have the best ideas. The result is a pack wide mandate to prove that Stiles is a victim. And if there's one thing that Stiles isn't? It's a victim.

And he's going to show Derek just how much of one he's not.

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Shakes All Over Like a Jellyfish by CowgayKermit (T | 1/1 | 14,166)

When faeries threaten the pack, Derek has to ask a stranger named Stiles for help.

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Feline Persuasion by asmalltigercat (T | 1/1 | 15,033)

Derek doesn't need to worry about the cat living under the porch at his family's old house, it's just—Derek's just used to worrying about things.

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Fireman Derek's Crazy Pie [Cheeseburger Baby] by owlpostagain (T | 1/1 | 17,698)

“He can't blame me for the fact that I live in a building full of people united in the singular effort to ogle Hot Fireman as often as humanly possible."

Laura laughs, loud and echoing in the empty restaurant.

"Hot firemen can make a girl do crazy things," she agrees, nodding towards her brother's name on the menu. "Derek won't let me date anyone from his company, but that doesn't mean I can't appreciate the eye candy."

"Send them my way," Stiles suggests, finally loading up a forkful of pie. "Apparently I'm incompetent enough that I need to be babysat at all times, because it would be cheaper than dispatching a truck every time I try to use a kitchen appliance."

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Dragon Verse series by lupinus (3 works | G-T | 18,352)

1. When You Wish Upon a Dragon (T | 1/1 | 13,739) 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. 2. Teen Dragons Nunquam Titillandus (G | 1/1 | 4,091) “What!” Steve comes thundering down the stairs. Appropriate, since he is wearing a mutinous scowl and is apparently too mad this morning to use question marks. It occurs to Stiles right then that his son has turned into the Derek Hale Stiles first met all those years ago: broody, distrustful, and so, so angry. God, somehow, when Stiles wasn’t looking, his sweet baby boy turned into Derek Hale 2.0: now with more brood. 3. Here There Be Dragons (G | 1/1 | 522) Lydia shares some news, and Stiles and Derek make some decisions.

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Our Four-Stranded Braid series by apocryphal (2 works | G | 18,493)

1. Daddy Do's (G | 1/1 | 8,065) “Hi Mr. Stilinski!” Lydia said pertly. “My name’s Lydia, and this is my daddy. His name is Derek Andrew Hale and he watches all of your videos on YouTube a lot, but he still can’t braid.” [Stiles is a celebrity YouTube hairstylist. Derek may or may not have a crush. Lydia just wants a French braid for school picture day.] 2. Intermediate Braiding Skills (G | 1/1 | 10,428) In which Lydia assembles her Halloween costume, learns to make friends, and shamelessly exploits her father's crush on Stiles Stilinski.

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A (Sort of) Fairytale by briecheesie, daunt (M | 1/1 | 25,800)

The summer after senior year starts normally enough, with the gang spending their final months before college together at the Martin family's lake house. Then Jackson stumbles onto the burial ground of a witch's ex-husband, Stiles is magically turned into a fox, and things somehow manage to get worse from there. The gratuitous Princess Bride references are only of moderate help.

Art by Daunt. Story by Brie.

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The Well of Living Waters by kalpurna (E | 1/1 | 30,322)

King Derek takes a consort.

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I Love To Be The Underdog by CaptainnAustralia (E | 7/7 | 33,522)

One of these days Stiles was going to learn that having a death wish was a bad thing.

=OR=

Five times Stiles got into an argument on Derek's behalf, and the one time he didn't have to.

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John Hughes Did Not Direct My Life by nascentgalaxies (E | 3/3 | 48,666)

Stiles and Derek are childhood friends who drifted apart. When Stiles joins the lacrosse team against his will, the universe (with a little help from Laura and Lydia) chooses to push them back together.

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Bright Eyes by wearing_tearing (E | 8/8 | 81,142)

When Stiles told him he was a cabaret performer he certainly wasn't expecting this, and now Derek doesn't know what to do with himself.

Because Stiles is a drag queen and about the hottest person Derek has ever seen in his life.

Or; the one where Stiles is a drag queen cabaret performer and Derek somehow ends up being his makeup artist executive assistant.

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Prince Among Wolves by Wrennefer (Wrenegadeone) (E | 20/20 | 101,000)

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.

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Find It in Our Hearts 'verse series by Regann (2 works | T | 108,023)

1. Find It In Our Hearts (T | 17/17 | 103,833) Kate Argent had a lot of secrets, some of which she took to the grave. When one of them shows up on Chris Argent's doorstep in the form of Kate's five-year-old daughter, it's not long before more to come to light -- namely, that Kate's crimes against Derek Hale didn't begin and end with the murder of his family. It's no surprise that as soon as Derek learns about his daughter's existence, he decides that nothing will keep him from claiming the only family he still has in the world. Stiles finds himself firmly in the middle of the Hale-Argent family drama, slowly growing more certain of his feelings for Derek and ever more sure of the inevitable heartbreak they'll bring. 2. Keeps Growing Fonder (T | 1/1 | 4,190) There are some things you can always count on: Claire to be on time for her Skype date, Derek to freak out everyone he meets, and Stiles to probably be lying about his sexual exploits. Only two of these are actually true. A future time-stamp fic set after "Find it in Our Hearts."

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Knowing Me, Knowing You by matt4ffx (M | 21/21 | 124,672)

When Erica and Boyd mysteriously disappear, Derek recruits Scott, Isaac, and Stiles to assist in a rescue mission that reveals new enemies, new alliances, and new relationships that will change Derek and his pack forever.

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