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[welshwoman1988]

Your Blood In My Veins - Just a taste...

Yay! A title!

The second part of @acollectionofsterek (aka @unelore aka Une!)‘s birthday gift! First part here!

Derek’s eyes narrowed at the pair in front of him, of the pain that he could practically taste in the air around them, Peter’s injury a faint undertone that he chooses to ignore for the time being…

The male’s offhand remark, complete with a smile that had barely any time to form before he was wincing in pain, had his companion shaking her head even as her body leaned closer to his and she barely flinched when Cora came up behind her on not-as-silent-as-they-could-be paws.

The man’s breath rattled in his lungs as he no doubt was going to launch into a long-winded explanation of why he and his companion were in their territory, but Derek interrupted him before he could get a word out with a brisk, “Do you need medical attention?”

Brown eyes blinked slowly at him before the man oh-so-eloquently muttered, “What?”

Derek frowns, not liking the time that elapsed between him asking the question and the answer he received. Yes, he could tell that the pair were supernatural, but not everything had the healing capacity that he and his kind did, and there were ways of keeping even their kind from healing fully.

Derek was well aware of the ways to draw out pain and the love of torture certain Hunters had, even though he was wary of whether these two would spell trouble for his pack later…

��You’re barely standing, even though there has been ample time for you to heal since we drove off the Hunters chasing you. Do you need any assistance purging your systems from whatever it was that is keeping you from healing?”

In response to his question, he gets a pair of incredulous stares pointed at him and uneasy rumblings from the rest of his pack. Granted, he is offering aid to unknown entities – one of which had already attacked one of them (then again, it was Peter, so she got a bit of a pass on that) – but something in his gut told him that these two needed his protection.

Needed him.

“No, we don’t need anything taken out… that’s part of the funny part…” The girl makes some sort of noise, a signal for her pair to stop stalling because the next thing Derek knows is that he’s now looking to a pair of red eyes – a slightly different shade than his own – and a pair of sharp fangs grinning at him.

“You’re vampires.”

His statement causes another rumble to travel through his pack, even as the woman glares at him and snaps, “Yes, and you’re all werewolves. Now that we’ve established our supernatural affiliations, can we get to the part where you tell us whether you’re going to rip our heads off or not?”

The male’s soft, “Lydia…” is almost lost to the answering snarls her demand stirs up, Cora being suspiciously silent behind her, and it takes Derek growling out a short, “Enough!” to get everyone to calm down.

“You have yet to tell me why you were being chased by Hunters. That will be the deciding factor on whether or not there will be any head ripping.”

There’s a snort behind him, probably from Erica, even as the male shakes his head and meets Derek’s gaze, teeth gone back to their human shape.

“It’s like you said, Alpha. We’re vampires. They didn’t need another reason.”

Derek frowns, eyes catching the way that the man in front of him seems to be swaying a little. “The Hunters in these parts have a Code-”

The female – Lydia – huffs at that, her white-knuckled grip on her companion the only thing that seems to be keeping her upright. “Yes, a Code that says to torture and maim all supernaturals, no matter if they haven’t done anything wrong, the disgusting, worthless-”

This time, it’s Scott that cuts her off, with an angry growl and a move like he’s going to attack her before Derek cuts him off with a harsh snap of his teeth. It doesn’t stop Lydia from crouching into a defensive stance, amber eyes glowing and fangs dropped as she snarls back, though.

Unfortunately, this has the side effect of her pair losing whatever it was that was keeping him upright, something that he makes known with a muttered, “Oh shit.” as he pitches forward.

“Stiles!”

Lydia makes to catch him, but her weakness makes itself known in the way that she stumbles and is too slow to halt her pair’s descent.

Derek, however, is not.

He isn’t even really thinking as he reaches out and catches Stiles – trying to ignore the part of him that is grateful the strange word that Lydia muttered when he showed up had been a name and not a curse - ending up with his arms around the man’s shoulders and Stiles’ face pressed into his neck.

There is a sudden inhalation from almost the entirety of those in the clearing and then a swift, shuddering silence.

Stiles doesn’t seem to notice how tense it has become around him, or the fact that his fingers have clawed into Derek’s back almost as soon as he caught him. All he seems to be interested in rubbing his nose along the column of the neck in front of him and whispering, “You… you smell really good…”

Derek chances a quick look at Lydia, his grip reflexively tightening when he sees the despair in her eyes and the way she looks as if she wants to rip Stiles from Derek’s grasp. It’s a little surprising to also see that she has a hand gripped in Cora’s coat, but he doubts either of them are really in a state to notice right now…

“Stiles-”

“It’s been ages, hasn’t it, Lydia?” Stiles’ words are muffled, pressed into Derek’s skin with little licks and open-mouthed kisses, something that would be much more intimate in a different situation. “They used to tease us, offering an arm or a cut palm, just to see us writhe and scream…”

“This is another trick, Stiles.” Lydia’s voice is firm, and Derek would be pissed at what she’s insinuating if he couldn’t feel the graze of fangs against his neck at the next pass that Stiles takes. “You do this, and we’re both dead.”

“But he smells so good, Lyds. Like… like…”

“Please.” Derek startles a little when it becomes apparent that Lydia is talking to him now. “He was captured for longer than I was, he was protecting me, he doesn’t… please.”

It takes a moment to realize what she’s asking, but when he does, Derek has to fight off a shudder that he tells himself is revulsion, not anything else.

“I am not a meal to be handed out-”

“No, you don’t understand what this is at all!” Lydia’s gaze is furious, and it soothes something in Derek that this isn’t something to be taken lightly, or that Stiles was reacting like this because Derek just reminded him of a particularly juicy steak. “Think for a moment. Think if you had been cut off from the moon for days, months, even! Think of how you would feel to go from a darkened, bricked up dungeon room and then suddenly be thrown into a wide-open forest with a clear sky! What would you do?!?”

Derek swallows as Stiles’ actions are thrown into terrifying clarity for him, but he still pushes the man’s face away from his neck despite his protests.

That spot is too intimate, too much after a single meeting. He can’t allow that now, but he still needs to figure out who these two really are and what happened that drove them onto his land.

And if what they were saying about the Hunters was true, well…

It’s been a while since Derek himself really hunted anything.

Derek had pushed Stiles’ face away from him by pressing his hand against it, given how the other man had yet to release him, and he’s not sure which of them he surprises more when he says, “Bite me.” at the first tentative touch of Stiles’ tongue to his palm.

There is a sharp hiss somewhere as Stiles freezes, no doubt reminded of the times that he spoke of, of how this was a constant game with the Hunters that had them, but Derek hopes that it is different enough that he doesn’t refuse… although, a part of him is screaming that Stiles should refuse, that what he’s doing is crazy, that they don’t even know these people…

Derek mentally tells that part of himself to take a hike as Stiles finally releases him, only to grab ahold of Derek’s hand like he’s afraid Derek is going to rip it away from him and bring it up to his lips.

Just before he’s about to bite down, Stiles stops himself, body starting to tremble as he mutters, “Don’t hurt her. If... if this is a trick, it’s my fault. You- you can’t hurt her…”

Lydia makes a pained noise and tries to move forward again, only to completely lose her balance and practically collapse onto Cora’s form, his sister making a slight woof of discomfort before shifting her weight so that she’s completely supporting the other girl.

Taking a quick look around the clearing, Derek can see that most of his pack is still on the defensive, but not looking like they’re about to just up and attack the two of them anymore… Although Peter is managing to convey how he thinks that this is a stupid idea, even in wolf form.

Derek decides to just ignore him for now.

Shifting so that Stiles is practically cradled in his arms, Derek tries to ignore the conflicting feelings that this is evoking in him as he whispers, “No one is going to hurt either of you. This isn’t a trick. You’re safe, I promise.”

Stiles looks up at him at that, eyes a swirling mixture of gold and ember as he seems to search Derek’s face for something – a lie, the truth, something that could give him a clue one way or the other – and Derek tries to stay as still as he can as the minutes tick by.

Finally, after an indeterminate amount of time, Stiles nods once and bites down hard.

[whitewolvesandtulips]

Elves Secret Santa Master List 2017

Okay, I had a heck of a month so I turned in one secret santa on the 24th of December, and the other on Christmas at 25 (and she got a back up present but my present was a fanfiction.)

SO. Because of the confusion of all this, here is my masterlist.

For @herewegohappiness of SterekSecretSanta

```` The Return HERE ON AO3 

For @acollectionofsterek of EternalSterekSecretSanta

``` Quit Dragon Me Around HERE ON AO3

[nogitsunelichen]

@acollectionofsterek you just made my fucking day, seriously your comments make me sooooooo happy!!!! I mean honestly it makes me want to write more and pushes me to to better which is honestly the best. You’re the best. 100% the bestest of the best. Just ugh you do guys see these? They’re amazing! Go follow their blog for amazing Sterek shenanigans. Thanks so much love. :) ♥

[dent-de-l1on]

This just SCREAMS Stepping Off the Razor’s Edge by MissAnnThropic. Read it on AO3!!!

Roadtrip AU in which everyone knows Derek sucks at taking pictures except accidentally he kinda doesn’t and also their car breaks down in the middle of nowhere and they have to wait for it to get repaired, because I need more practice with everything and to learn to put up more stuff?

[thisdiscontentedwinter]

is it true that hoechline apologized for posey's sterek is weird comment?

Not exactly. He said he’s sorry fans were hurt, but he doesn’t apologise for what Posey said. And why should he? Poesy should have. 

Here’s the video: 

http://jonjokeat.tumblr.com/post/165941950926/acollectionofsterek-nivahlpassions

[sterekdrabbles]

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[eternalstereksecretsanta]

Quit Dragon Me Down

@acollectionofsterek​ - Happy Christmas!

Stiles squeezed his eyes shut as the carriage faded from view, but he could not stop the tears from leaking out and flooding down his face. Another couple, taken, and their only sin was love. In the eyes of Human law, however, “love” was another word for “heretic” when the bond was between two of the same sex.

Another couple from his clan he could not save. Another couple from his kingdom as a whole who would perish because mortals were foolish. And because he was not king, he could not do a thing about it.

And the king would not listen to this voice of his only son.

Stiles would know, because he had tried relentless. Maybe that was the reason for the steep curve of his shoulders, this weight that would cause him to crumble if he had to bear it much longer. The guilt. Too many friends, too many Clanmates, too many of his People. All because his father, the king, was too scared to oppose the Human’s council, for fear that if he made a stand, the secrets of the Dragons would be released and royal family or no, a massacre might ensue not only against the royal house, but even single Dragon in the Clan. Because the humans had no idea their royal family was comprised of dragons, or even that dragons existed. Although, why the secret of Dragons should be in danger if his father took a stand, Stiles could not figure out. Maybe his father figured it would slip out during the explanation of why same-sex love was not a crime, or bad, or disgusting, or derogatory.

Because Humans could not fucking comprehend the ability to love anyone with the same genitals. Or anyone at all, with the amount of slaughtering they did. Senselessly. Shamelessly. At great cost.

Because humans could be more monstrous, destructive, deadly, than any fictional story they had ever created for themselves to read at night.

Doyle. Doyle and Finn. Both 17, a mere 4 years younger than he. Two sweet dragons, childhood Bondmates, who got Reported. Fucking traitors. Fucking cads. Fucking scoundrels!

Stiles squeezed his fists white, because as the prince that was as much anger in his stages of grief that he was allowed to show. Maybe not even pressed fists, but concessions must be made. He was losing it. Good men and woman, disappearing. For what? Because they couldn’t reproduce? Because they “harmed” people who would rather sentence lives to death than look away?

Doyle and Finn.

Trish and Anya.

Fairchild and Alazar.

Hans and Fynnegan.

Tonya and Michelle.

Tony and Michel.

Lorna and Francie.

And [i]that [/i] was the Report toll in the last fortnight for god’s sake! At this rate, no one would be left because the population was being culled faster than could be reproduced. And his father would do nothing. He would stand by and watch his People die.

This was not the greater good, no matter what his dad tried to convince him. This was pain. This was sorrow. This was an ache.

And the worst part was that Stiles was forbidden to have his Bonded, because his Bonded was also a man. 5 years, Stiles has had to watch his beloved from the shadows. At least if he wanted to openly oogle. In close quarters, he had to act unnatural. For natural would be ravishing his mate and relishing in their bond, starting the process that would give his human mate the same long life span as his dragon mate. But no. Humans and their pea sized brains restricted him from his only. Except for Derek. Derek did not have a pea sized brain. Derek was perfect. Derek was the sun, and the moon, and quite possibly his northern star. Stars were important to dragons. Derek was definitely his northern star. Fuck it, his whole damn universe.

Which is really damn tragic because he was clumsy as hell and probably made bad impressions on the love of his life daily. But the love of his life mostly looked bemused with him and not offended or horrified so it was okay.

And it’s not like it was either or their faults that Stiles’ world revolved around Derek more steadfast than his duty to his kingdom, that’s just how the bond worked; instantly and intensely. But neither the bond nor being a prince cure him of being an awkward, hyper young man.

But what can cure him of being awkward and hyper? This shit. This shit brought out his dragon, and his dragon was a lot more composed and a lot deadlier, even when Stiles managed to restrain his dragon within his human form.

Hell hath no fury like a man forced to watch his beloved remain unclaimed and watch people he cared about die.

A hand landed on his shoulder, and jerked him out of his stare down with the long-empty gravel road.

“Your highness, we must go. It is not proper for you to be seen here.” His royal guard urged.

“Right. Let us go.” Stiles looked down at the puddle he had created and crushed the moist dirt with his boot.

The dust has settled but his rage had not.

——-

Derek paused from where his mallet hit steel and wiped his arm across his brow. He was hot, his shirt was soaked through with sweat, the drops of moisture sliding from his face sizzled as they hit hot metal, but he felt the cool pinpricks of hair standing up on the back of his neck. He was being watched, the same constant feeling he had had for the last 5 years. He knew better than to look, because the feeling-his watcher-simply went away and he never gained any answers.

The only thing he knew was that he felt The Pull. Whoever was watching him was his mate, was aware they were mates for why else would they stalk him for 5 years, and would not reveal themselves to Derek. This was either because they thought Derek was human and humans did not know about shifters, or they were a man. Both options sucked.

And Derek had no clue who his mate was because The Pull was constant, but it was also unchanging, meaning he couldn’t gauge a shift in The Pull based on physical location. Lord, that would help. But, no. It was a constant, baseline hum. And he was going mad.

Daily, he’d get female admirers-they would come in, watch him work, stroke his arm to feel his “muscles”, giggle. He’d even get males who would watch him out of the corners of their eyes. But none would initiate the bonding process. So if his mate was interacting with him, they were keeping their hormones or mental control or whatever the hell kick-started a matebond, dormant. Unaccessed. Abandoned.

That’s how Derek felt, abandoned.

Not by his family. They were always there, always noisy, always loving on him, even on his grumpiest days. But his mate did not want him for whatever reason, refused to claim him, and until a werewolf was Claimed, they could not shift. Being stuck in his human form was a slap to Derek’s pride and a prison sentence to his wolf.

He had better hearing, better smell, even claws and fangs on occasion. But no wolf could fully shift until their wolf was Released by a claim. For a werewolf, it was part of their bonding ceremony. But a good number of werewolves would always be trapped in a sole-human form, because they could no longer mate without risking their lives. Derek hoped his mate wasn’t a man, because he did not want to spend a life alone, but he also did not want a woman.

He used to, but he had been taken in by the lowest of the low and put under her spell. His mate had saved him with a warning. His mate, always watchful but never forthcoming. Rejected and yet protected. Conflicted. This was why Derek had to pause with a groan of frustration, a rumble in his chest that reached up and scratched his dry throat, as he had to toss yet another mostly-finished piece of craftsmanship away. As soothing as being a blacksmith was, it also let his demons catch up to him. And, unfortunately, his demons always decided to destress instead of appreciate his hard work.

Chucking the ruined scraps of metal into the water bucket and then a growing pile in the corner, he pulled out a new sheet of metal and started again.

Stubbornly, he ignored Boyd on the other side of the furnace, shaking his head at Derek in pity.

——-

Hauling heavy things was no problem for Derek, because he was strong. Hauling his work to the castle gave him a cold sweat because Prince Stiles lived there. Prince Stiles was an annoying younger man who made Derek feel funny. Prince Stiles tied up Derek’s tongue, much to his chagrin and Stiles’ delight.

Sure enough, as he passed through the gates with his commissioned work, just in front of the castle on the stone walls around the garden, sat Stiles, leaning back on a bricked curve, chewing an apple, reading a book, and swinging his hanging leg like there was nothing better in the world he could possibly be doing.

Except maybe annoying the stuffing out of Derek.

Derek moved past Prince Stiles, ready to do his best to ignore him, but then he caught a whiff of agony. And the smallest traces of salt. The prince had been crying. Maybe not at the moment, but recently. The wolf inside Derek made him stop, grew restless.

“Prince Stiles,” Derek announced, but it came out louder than he intended and the prince startled, yelped, and promptly fell off the side of the border wall.

He came back up rubbing his flank as he rose, a hiss clacking through his teeth. It took him a few seconds to open his eyes, trying to soothe the pain before figuring out who the blazes had the audacity to cause him injury, to find his beloved. Instantly his annoyance changed to warm, fuzzy feelings, his ire forgotten, his booboos better. For how could they not be, when he got to be this close to his Bonded.

“Are you alright?” Derek asked, stepping near him.

“Oh yes, I’m okay! Thank you Mr. Hale. Quite well, actually. My bum only hurt for a moment, no big deal!” he hurried to assure him. Derek pinked up adorably.

“Oh, well that’s good! Indeed, I’m glad to hear it. But I was referring to the tear tracks on your face. Just there.” Derek reached out and gently swiped his thumb over Stiles’ cheek, compassion in his eyes. Stiles couldn’t even find it in himself to be embarrassed (or indignant that Derek saw) that he was doing something so unmanly as cry, because he was being touched by an angel.

His eyes slid shut, and he embraced the feeling for mere moments before he abruptly stepped back. Derek must have realized the danger too, because the move was simultaneous.

“Yes, that. I’m okay, Mr. Hale.” Stiles pressed his lips together and looked at the ground, trying to keep from blubbering anew. Patient silence followed, giving Stiles the strength to speak further. “It’s just….you remember Doyle? From the bakery? And his sweet parents?” Stiles bit his lip, losing the battle, his voice squeaking, his tears releasing. Crying was to be therapeutic, but so far it wasn’t. It just wasn’t.

Derek dropped the metal he was hauling and pulled the man to him, and then for proprieties sake, dragged him, chest to chest, inside the high walls of the garden and away from the opening. Here, he could hold the man that drove him crazy but also grounded him. The man that was now breaking down and trusting Derek to see him like this. “Shhh, yes. I remember.”

His hand went up to stroke the princes head, gently, trying to soothe. Stiles’ hands came up and grasped Derek’s tunic in a death grip. “They took him!” he wailed. “He’s gone, and so is his lover. They were my friends. I don’t have many of those. And now they’re both gone and my father will do nothing.”

Derek’s heart clenched. Not only could he not ease Stiles’ pain, but those men were good men. They were part of Stiles’ clan, if Derek was not mistaken. Both red dragons. Both childhood sweethearts, having felt their bond early in life. And now they were being punished for it.

Doyle, who had eyes only for Finn, which was more than Derek could say about most married men. And Finn, who worked opposite shifts at the Blacksmith. A real stand-up guy who Derek shared his noon meal with when Finn could not provide his own. Equally devoted to his mate Doyle.

Gone.

Derek said nothing, just clung to the weeping man in his arms that much tighter, his delivery forgotten and soiled on the ground.

And Derek felt confused, because this felt a little like love.

(read the rest on AO3 soon)

[pfudorqueen]

Tagged by @chroniquedesseves and it’s been a while since I answered a tag (SORRYYYYYYy) so let’s do this *cracks knuckles*

Rules: Answer eight questions and tag eight people.

▪️last movie I watched: Ever After (saw a gifset on tumblr and went LET’S REWATCH IT!). Side note: It was still awesome. ▪️last song I listened to: HOLD ME TIGHT OR DON’T - FAB (and I started singing and dancing on my couch like I was in a nightclub, this song is DOOOOPE) ▪️last book I read: Marie Kondo’s The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up: The Japanese Art of Decluttering and Organizing which, tbh, is changing my life. ▪️last thing I ate: Breakfast! Homemade applesauce and a couple of bread slices with jam on it. ▪️where would you want to time travel to?: That’s a hard one. Mmm. Probably ancient Greece or Middle Ages, because I LOVE those times. Or maybe the Cold War. Love me some spy games. ▪️fictional character I would hang out with for a day: Though one. Mmm. Artemis Fowl? Hermione Granger? Violet Baudelaire? Smart people <3 I have a huge thing for smart people. ▪️If I could be anywhere right now, where would I be? On a plane, travelling to god knows where. ▪️Current fandom obsession? The Good Place, Sterek (4EVAAA)

Tagging: @froggydarren @halftheday @acollectionofsterek @nothingtoseeherejustmovealong @anefan @kiti-the-warrior-poet @hepzheba��@aredblush and whoever wants to do it!

[welshwoman1988]

Happy birthday, Une!!!

This is a slightly belated birthday present for my darling @acollectionofsterek, also known as @unelore, AKA Une! Sorry, this is late, sweetie!

(Also, this is only the first chapter, because as always, I can’t write a short story to save my life!)

On we go!

Stiles grits his teeth against the pain throbbing in his leg, Lydia’s grasp on his shoulder the only thing keeping him in the here and now as she pushes him forward despite the fact that her own legs are weak and barely supporting her...

He doesn’t know how long they had been imprisoned, how long they had been tortured and played with, but he knows that if either of them goes down now, they aren’t getting back up.

Behind them, Stiles can make out the crowing of the Hunters as a flash of light skips over them before swinging back like the light on a magician at the crest of his latest trick.

Shit, shit, shit, shit!

Stiles echoes Lydia’s grip, pulling her toward him as they stumble through the undergrowth, the sudden snow making their feet slip and slide as they tumble down on embarkment after the other. It’s just another sign of how weak they are that they’re even making tracks this way, and it’s only a matter of time before the Hunters-

Stiles shakes his head and cuts off that thought before it can take root. They’re going to be fine, they only have to stay ahead of them for a few more miles and then they’ll be forced to ask the local law enforcement to play on their land.

And that’s if these are the ones that follow the rules, the Code... The fact that they were imprisoned and tortured despite having done nothing wrong doesn’t really fill Stiles with hope, though. They’ll probably just drive right past the border with nary a care in the world, finished with the little ‘hunt’ they decided on since everything else was so boring now...

Lydia slips, almost drops, and Stiles pulls himself from the morbid turn that his thoughts have taken to steady and support her. It also helps him get his head on straight; he can’t let himself fall into despair now. He needs to help her, strengthen and assist her.

His blood-sister and last bit of family he has left.

Just a few more miles, just a few more...

A sudden howl cuts through the night, making Stiles chuckle darkly at the thought that if the Hunters don't get them, they'll be too weak to keep from being torn apart from feral dogs.

"Stiles!" Lydia hisses, letting him know that his thoughts have pulled him away for too long. "Stiles, listen."

Another howl floats through the air and Stiles makes to ask what, exactly, Lydia wanted him to hear when the sudden silence answers that question for him:

The Hunters have stopped.

Laughing, moving, even the light that was highlighting where Stiles and Lydia were going is gone.

Like it never was to begin with...

Lydia's hands are like talons in his arm now, her breathing harsh and sharp in his ear as one howl suddenly transforms into two, to three, to a symphony...

Only to cease, an unnatural quiet falling over the woods as the creatures that were making the howls step forward to reveal themselves.

Wolves. Big, beautiful, majestic wolves. With a shine to their eyes that let Stiles know these are just simple beasts...

They slip from the trees like shadows, floating over the ground in a way that Stiles remembers and envies, even as he tries not to give any of them his back... A feat that requires quite a bit of skill as their number seems to multiply each time he turns around.

Fuck.

After a while, one of them apparently decides that it doesn’t want to wait for whatever signal that they’re all waiting for and darts for Lydia, teeth bared in a false mockery of a smile.

Stiles barely has time to move, but Lydia has one last bit of strength in her and claws across the wolf’s snout before it even comes close, making it hit the ground with a yelp.

The rest of the wolves make rumbling noises at this, whether they are laughing at the wolf or gearing up to follow it’s lead, Stiles doesn’t know; he’s too busy watching as Lydia looks at the blood on her fingertips consideringly, stick one in her mouth to suck the blood off before making a face and spitting it out.

Stiles is once more in awe of her, both at the insult and the power of will it took to do that. Even now, he fights the urge to lick up the traces of viscera she’s wiping off in the snow...

His attention is captured by a low rumble echoing through the clearing; this, apparently, is the signal the wolves were waiting for, as they all tense up as soon as they hear it and one last form emerges from the treeline.

It’s another wolf, of course, a midnight black that almost swallows him up in the darkness. If not for their advanced eyesight, Stiles was sure that they wouldn’t see it, and can only stare at it prowling past the other wolves like a king in a court.

A pair of glowing red eyes a moment later shows that this is these wolves’ king. Their Alpha, at least.

Stiles tries not to react when, between one step and the other, the wolf transforms into a man with ebony hair as dark as his fur and the same lean body, steam seems to rise from his body with every step he takes.

The sharp “Stiles!” that Lydia hisses in his ear tells him that he wasn’t very successful and he also mentally shakes his head sharply in an effort to get his thoughts in order. Now really isn’t the best time to be appreciative of the other man’s form...

A man who is either uncaring or unconcerned with the cold as he comes to a stop before them and snaps, “I am Derek Hale, Alpha of these lands. Who are you and why have you brought Hunters to my door?”

Stiles swallows hard, fighting down the need to feed for a little while longer as he tries on his most winning smile.

“Actually, that’s a bit of a funny story...”

[dent-de-l1on]

Derek: DON'T. SAY. A WORD.

Stiles:

Stiles: fergalicious

Derek: I SAID NO WORDS Stiles!

Stiles: oh i see. two weeks ago playing scrabble its not a word and now suddenly it is a word because its convenient for you

[sterek]

Hey, seeing as you're, like, the big authority on all things Sterek (love it that finally a fellow Sterek shipper has the URL), I wanted to ask if you have some recommendations on some blogs on hand. I've been out of the fandom for a while now, but I got sucked into it by fic and wanted to fill my thirst again, but I don't know which blogs are suited for that. So, if you know some, or if you've seen a recommendation list, I'd be super nice if you could hit me up with that? THANKS

Oh gosh, I am definitely not a big authority on anything, but I can rec you some blogs! Most of them aren’t exclusively sterek, but they’re all lovely people that will for sure fill your dash with sterek goodness :) 

(Note for my mutuals: I’m only listing people that are mostly sterek - grossly based on who I see the most on my tl and reblog from - so I’m sorry if I don’t mention you

@pale-silver-comb @scruffysterek @stilesandderek @demisexualhale @halekingsourwolf @haletostilinski @nothingbutsterek @blamethewolf @derekandstiles @sterek-stories @ryvetted4 @tl-hoechlin @redhoodedwolf @doctortay @sterekballs @oksanayork @ritarmandi @detectivesterek @thesparkandthewolf @thepsychicclam @stileshale @thesparkandtheking @appreciatederek @strictly-chaotic @snarkysourwolf @halesstiles ​@matildajones @chez-nana @dontgobrienmyheart @homemadesterekpie @acollectionofsterek @drgrlfriend @fandomslash @alphahel @thealphasspark @derekhles @howlingderek @dylan-robrien (who’s mostly hobrien but!)

I probably forgot a lot of people because that’s me for you, but I hope this is a good start? :)

[acollectionofsterek]

Happy Anniversary To Me

Today, 29th of July, (we are totally disregarding I have yet gone to bed and I am still kinda having Friday) it’s the TWO years since I posted the first time here on Acollectionofsterek!

Where did the time go?

So much has happened since then, not just with me and my life but in this fandom.

I’ve met so many lovely people. I have gained some amazing friends. And all the while reading, seeing and generally enjoying any and everything Sterek I could get my hands on.

Thanks guys for keeping me going and for still wanting me to post, to write and share.

Cheers for these two years and for all the time we will keep this fandom living #ETERNALSTEREK

With love

Sam

[dent-de-l1on]

@alyseofwonderland look at this, this is unacceptable!!!!

Do you ever cry because Tyler Hoechlin?

because I do

like a lot,

I don’t think it’s healthy,

but c’mon

HE’S A PUPPY

filled with awkward dance moves,

cute little things he does with his face,

and the way he always loses control of his neck when he laughs,

but then, he switches to Derek Hale…

and he becomes instant sex god in .02 seconds

also, he can tell a story with just his eyebrows

and I can’t take this man

you. are. not. allowed. to. be. this. adorable.

DON’T even get me started on the thumb hole sweater

he just leaves me like

[1x20]

i was tagged (again jfc how many friends do you have) by @clotpolesonly to do this!!! so here we goooo

Rules: Choose any three fandoms (in random order) and answer the questions. Then tag some friends

I choose: 

Teen Wolf

BBC Merlin

Ace Attorney

First Character You Loved:

Teen Wolf: uuuh not gonna lie that was probably stiles? but after that i quickly fell in love with derek. but yeah no i just loved stiles’ sense of humor and his dedication to things he cared about

BBC Merlin: ARTHUR MY BOY see i have a thing for Assholes Who Are Secretly Nice With A Tragic Childhood and arthur fits right into that. also the Bants were amazing and he’s such an arrogant asshole and ugh. i just love him

Ace Attorney: MILES MILES MILES MILES *gasp* MILES MILES MILES seriously this boy is SO STRONG and he’s been through so much (his father’s death, emotional abuse, the betrayal of his adopted father) and just. i love him. also he’s a pretty boy

The character you never expected to love so much:

Teen Wolf: i don’t think i have any for this? sorry

BBC Merlin: ???? also none for bbc merlin i am very clear about who i like and don’t like

Ace Attorney: fran!!!! i thought she was really rude when she was first introduced, constantly blaming phoenix for shit he hadn’t done, but in the third game i really grew to love her

The character you relate to the most:

Teen Wolf: stiles again. mostly because i am also a flaily loser with no friends and no filter, seriously i once had a really loud conversation in a restaurant about bdsm

BBC Merlin: mmm gwaine probably? not because i am Promiscuous and Adventurous, but i like to pretend i’m okay when i’m not and do stuff that makes me seem like i’m happy? also i love innuendos

Ace Attorney: phoenix because he is the Dad Friend and so am i

The Character You’d Slap:

Teen Wolf: KATE MOTHERFUCKING ARGENT

BBC Merlin: kilgarrah because he always talks in riddles. maybe also merlin because even though i love him he’s so fucking naive sometimes

Ace Attorney: MANFRED VON KARMA CAN SUCK MY NON EXISTENT PENIS I FUCKING HATE HIM SO MUCH

Three Favorite Characters:

Teen Wolf: derek, stiles, cora

BBC Merlin: merlin, arthur, gwen

Ace Attorney: phoenix, miles, fran

A character you liked at first, but not so much anymore:

Teen Wolf: again, none

BBC Merlin: also none

Ace Attorney: ????

A character you did not like at first, but they’ve grown on you:

haven’t we already had this question?

OTPs: 

Teen Wolf: sterek

BBC Merlin: merthur

Ace Attorney: narumitsu

I’m tagging: @procrastinationpowers - @halesheart - @ladydrace - @acollectionofsterek - @rieraclaelin

[halekingsourwolf]

Tumblr question:

For real though, can someone explain to me why there are some people I simply can’t @ -tag here on Tumblr? What I’m thinking is that some people have an option selected so that only people who are following them can @ -tag them, or maybe only mutuals can?

Because I made a post on my network blog yesterday where I tagged a zillion people, couldn’t tag about a quarter of them, and then when I came to this blog to test it, I still couldn’t tag any of the people except for the ones I happen to be following on this blog (btw @stilesinwonderland & @acollectionofsterek, go to the @sterekwritingroom blog to get your group assignments!! @accordingtomel you work over here too and not from that blog, but you already filled out the contact form <3 )

And I suppose that could be intentional, but a lot of people tend to seem surprised when they’re not tagged in things, so I doubt everyone knows about it. So could anyone confirm/deny that’s what’s going on, ‘cause it’s driving me crazy.

Thanks, guys <3

[apinkducky]

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…being amazing! A - G @acollectionofsterek @ajeepandleather @alphalaurahale @always-the-little-spoon @ apinkducky  @appreciatederek @bae-baethang-sterek @benaya-trash @bhadpodcast @bibliosexxual @bistiles @blamethewolf @bleep0bleep @brogitsune @captain-snark @captaintinymite @celestialvoid-fanfiction @christinesficrecs @clarz @colethewolf @coyotequeens @derekhale-ismyking @derekhalesmate @derekhles @dontgobrienmyheart @dude-its-stars-hollow @dylansneck @dylnsobrien @fannishthings @finduilasclln @foreverblue-navy @gayglitterbabe @goodoceangonewrong @greenbergsays H - P @haleandlightwood @halekingsourwolf @halelacious @halesheart @halesstiles @haletostilinski @hoechlinteeth @hoechlinth @hysteric-for-sterek @homemadesterekpie @howlingderek @imagine-sterek @incorrectsterekquotes @jadorehale @kedreeva @kingmieczyslaw @leeeeeex @maybehonestly @mermaid-reyes @metamewrong @mieczyslawstilinski @midnightisquiet @nerdderek @nerdysterek @nevergiveupsterek @nogitsunelichen @nothingbutsterek @not-the-alpha @originfire @pale-silver-combQ -…

aaaaaawwwwww <3 Thank you, Jenny ^^