#derek hale

[anonazure]

I haven't drawn for myself in weeks, so here I am attempting to get back to it.

Here's a sketch of basically Derek 'attempting' to introduce Eli to Stiles but like all the Hales, Eli is already attached to Stiles.

[soleillov]

I literally cried.

:D

[stickyfox4]

derek: where’s stiles? shouldn’t he be coming with us?

scott: stiles broke his arm so he can’t come with us

derek: WHO?WHAT?WHEN?WHY?WHERE?!!!!

[shrimpfriednuts]

There are so many layers to these two- it’s insane.

Stiles pretends to be fine whether he’s in physical or emotional pain, but he hurts. He hurts and he cares so, so much for the people closest to him. In fact, he cares so much that he doesn’t tell people when he’s in pain out of fear of hurting them. There are times he uses sarcasm to deflect what he’s truly feeling and times where he claims not to care about someone- but oh, yes he does. He’d jump head-first into danger if it meant saving someone he cares about. And he quite literally has.

And then there’s Derek… oh that poor, sweet man. Trapped in a place that requires him to be in the middle of danger; to fight, to maim, to kill. People taking advantage of his loneliness to get close to him, only to hurt him in the end. Which is why he puts up these walls, because he’s been hurt so much that he can’t afford to have it happen again. But it still does. Being perceived as someone who’s rough around the edges- as someone who’s tough and unfeeling. But he’s not. He’d sacrifice himself every time because he has nothing to lose anymore. That’s why he’s so “rough.” Because he doesn’t have a true home- because he lost his family- lost everything dear to him. He’s not something to be feared, he’s something to be loved.

And that’s why they need each other. Whether you ship them or not. But I really, really do. Both of them hurt. Neither of them trust easily. Neither of them like being vulnerable because of their own fears. But they could be vulnerable together, they can trust each other. The pain may never go away, but at least they can be in pain together and not alone like usual.

[hedwig221b]

sterek twilight au fic recs

Requested by @emmmna and @fannondreamer 🖤🐺❤

Werewolves at Twilight by Renmackree

About three things he was absolutely positive. First, Derek Hale was a werewolf. Second, there was a part of him – and Stiles didn’t know how potent that part might be – that desired Stiles as a mate. And third, he was unconditionally and irrevocably turned on by him. or Twilight but Teen Wolf

Waning Crescent by Dexterous_Sinistrous

Derek’s scent was a heady warmth that enveloped Stiles’ senses. It was like the first strike of rain in a dried forest. A crisp smokiness to the tickle of petrichor. It lit up an unfamiliar spark in Stiles’ gut. And for the first time in a couple hundred years, his fangs ached.

in this twilight (i can't see shit) by Anniely

About three things Stiles is sure: First, the people in Beacon Hills are supernaturally gorgeous and he has no idea why he was allowed in. Second, if he hears 'mountain lion' one more time, he's going to do some serious maiming. And third, Derek Hale looks at him like he wants to eat him. And Stiles might just let him.

Honey moon from hell by Smolsized

Where Stiles and Derek's honeymoon doesn't go as planned. - Or the Sterek Twilight au literally no one asked for.

Twilight: the kinda sterek version no one asked for by skargasm

When Stiles Stilinski returns to Beacon Hills to live with his father, he meets the mysterious Derek Hale, to whom he finds himself drawn. Later, he discovers things about Derek and his family that may well put his very life in danger….

Other fic recs: pack mom!Stiles | angsty fics | historical AU | baby/mpreg | outsider POV | possessive Derek | smut | hurt/comfort | magical Stiles | mafia | Stiles gets kicked out of the pack | BAMF!Stiles | omegaverse

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[mereblogs]

I'm literally like

during ovulation week i gotta chain myself to a tree like a werewolf under a full moon

[jade-bright]

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

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

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

[twpromptsillneverwrite]

Stiles: There's nothing that I wouldn't do for $20.

Scott: What if I gave you $20 to have sex with Derek?

Stiles: Then you'd owe me $40.

[twdxtrevor]

You guys these manips are getting too good . .

[kitchenisking]

November Fic Rec

Don't Be Cocky by Spindiver - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 14,570, sterek)

For reasons, Derek wants to get a Prince Albert piercing. The only shop in town belongs to Stiles Stilinski. Who knew that Derek's life of lonely isolation was about to get a proper shake-up?

“Hey”, he says, in greeting, “what can I help you with, this morning?”

Given the man’s size and somewhat surly demeanour, Stiles is not expecting the voice of the giant to be so measured and polite.

“My name’s Derek Hale, I have an appointment booked for 11 o’clock.”

“Right”, says Stiles, coming out from behind the counter, he gestures towards his workspace, one of three rooms off the lobby of the shop.

“Come on through, my name’s Stiles, I run this place. I have to confess, the appointment book didn’t say what you were after.” He raises an eyebrow at the man, now sitting gingerly on the padded worktable in the middle of the room. He’s starting to look ever so slightly uncomfortable.

“Oh, I um…I’m looking to get a Prince Albert”, he mumbles

In from the Cold by frek, sova  - (Rating: T, Words: 1,279, sterek)

He's soaked to the bone and there are things he wants to say.

breakfast in bed by Winchesterek - (Rating: G, Words: 846, sterek)

Stiles stretched in bed, sighing softly as his muscles relaxed and his bones cracked like an ancient mummy moving for the first time in centuries.

He smiled as he smelled the delicious scent of bacon wafting in from the kitchen, hearing the constant chatter of Elijah talking away about nothing and everything at the same time, Derek’s soft tones assuring their son that he was listening when Elijah asked if he was paying attention.

breakfast in bed by Winchesterek - (Rating: G, Words: 2,119, sterek)

…the one where Derek confessed his feelings for Stiles.

The Happiest of All by Hedwig221b - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 32,580, sterek)

“It’s every wolf’s dream. To find a perfect mate, to procreate. It’s a necessity, it’s healthy. It’s in our blood; akin to the moon in the sky, a wolf belongs to their mate. And humans don’t have the capacity to become a mate.”

“But I love him,” Stiles whispered, begged.

Talia stayed silent for a couple of minutes.

“That’s why you should understand it’s not healthy for him to be with you,” her words were simple and clear, like a piece of glass, but sharp all the same. “He will not find true happiness with you. You’re wasting his time. Preventing him from having a future he deserves.”

You're My Sanctuary by lilmissdaydreamer - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 33,467, sterek)

The Argent Wolf Sanctuary. It’s been Stiles’ dream since he was five years old to work with the wolves, ever since his mother took him up there to see the magnificent creatures on one of their ‘full moon runs’ that the Sanctuary does once a month. The wolves are beautiful and much larger than Stiles would’ve thought, or at least, the newest wolf is. The owner had said he’s a special breed. 

Stiles just didn’t realize quite how special he is.

Keep You Tonight by TheRomantics - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 2,469, sterek)

“I don’t think you really want me to get off of you.”

“What makes you think that?”

“Because you’re holding onto me, dumbass.”

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Derek needs to go to work, but it’s hard to do with a grumpy little human in his lap.

No Brainer by youtwomakeagoodpair - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 12,641, sterek)

So it just is a no fucking brainer, of course this thing where Derek hides out in his room will lead to… embarrassing revelations about Stiles. Cause Derek is a snoopy snooper. Or maybe Stiles just made him try on shirts in front of Danny and didn’t think about the things he was hiding in his clothes drawers. Like the bottom drawer, and it’s lacy and silky contents. Which Derek fucking Hale was bound to see when looking through Stiles’ clothing. And Stiles being the scatterbrain he is, did not think about it in the moment. When Derek is out of his room later and Stiles goes over to clean up the clothes, he sees the lingerie drawer fully open and a pair of pink lacy panties lying on top of it all.

Choice by lizlybear - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 2,931, sterek)

Derek makes a choice, Stiles doesn't agree.

The One That Got Away by alikatastic - (Rating: T, Words: 9,261, sterek)

Derek didn’t get the memo about kids purposely doing things to spite their parents. The first time Eli put on a plaid shirt over a graphic tee and Derek got a constipated look on his face and tried to convince him to choose a different shirt, Eli went out and bought a heap more and exclusively wore plaid from then on. Every time Derek told him a story from his past and Eli remarked on how Stiles was “badass” and “the main hero”, Derek tried to emphasize how annoying Stiles actually was and to NOT pull any stunts like that, Eli started getting in trouble at school for pulling stunts just like them. Derek tried really hard not to overreact the first time Eli stole the jeep but… his son was wearing plaid, saying ‘dude’ and recklessly driving the goddamn jeep, for gods sake! Derek did NOT need all these reminders of “the one that got away”.

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Hi! I’ve been looking for this fic and I just can’t find it - the only specific scene I remember is Derek and (magical?) Stiles are driving around the werewolf side of town and Stiles keeps asking Derek to slow down, and eventually stop, right before a car crashes into where they would have been. Does that sound at all familiar?

Hi @lone-chicken! You found your own fic. Thank you for letting me know.

My, What Big Shoulders You Have (The Better to Help You Carry the Weight) by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

(14/14 I 285,568 I Mature I Sterek)

“Talia was just telling me an interesting story,” his dad informed him. Stiles didn’t have the nerve to glance over at him, because he knew no matter how much he argued, the proof was all there. The wolves had found him, Parrish had picked him up on the side of the road, he had a fucking picture on his phone. He was screwed. No point in arguing, all it’d do is piss his father off even more.

“You don’t say,” Stiles offered slowly. “What uh—you know, I like stories. Is it a uh, good one?”

“It seems to be a matter of opinion,” Talia said with another kind smile. “I hear you had quite the night last night.”

Okay, time to cut his losses. He was already fucked, all he could do was apologize and hope she didn’t press for him to get fined and arrested. Given he was her husband’s friend’s son, he had high hopes.

“I’m really sorry,” Stiles blurted out. “It was stupid and-and irresponsible and just—I am so sorry. I shouldn’t have crossed into your territory. I should’ve known better, I do know better! It was a complete lapse in judgement and I am just—I am so sorry.”

[achillean-heartbeat]

Guess who's crying at 10pm

“Just let me talk to you for a second…”

[stickyfox4]

derek:stiles, truth or dare

stiles:truth

derek:how much have you slept this week

stiles:i’m switching to dare

derek:go to sleep

stiles:i hate you and this game

[headcanonthings]

*One New Text Message* Unknown number: STOP FUCKING SHIT UP AND ACT LIKE AN ADULT! Derek: I think you have the wrong number but you're right.

[hedwig221b]

Got tagged by wonderful people @patolemus, @demonicfaerie and @teencopandthesourwolf to share a wip, so here is a piece of my sterek twilight au (I'm going insane)

Stiles opened the door and was about to step out, when Derek called him.

“Stiles?”

He turned his head back, only to realize that Derek was very very close.

Stiles’ breath caught, his heart frozen in the sugar coating of trembling anticipation.

The sharp point of Derek’s nose touched his cheek, lighter than the wind. He inhaled deeply, taking the greedy lungfuls of Stiles’ scent into his body. Stiles fought the shiver at the thought of it seeping into Derek’s lungs, traveling with his blood, making Derek think of him, staying with him even when they were apart. It was a feral thought, new but so strong and lustful that it made his head spin from how pleasant it was.

Derek’s eyes fluttered open. His pupils were huge, with the thinnest thread of red wrapped gently around them.

“Sleep well.” His voice was a murmuring thunder.

Stiles swallowed against a dry throat, nodded, and got out of the car.

He walked in a daze to his house, his heart left in that damn Camaro. He stuttered through a weak explanation about his bruise to his Dad (he had to tell Lydia and Allison that he defended them from bad guys just so they knew), and stumbled upstairs.

The room was dark as he walked in. The soft light of the full moon lit the square on the carpet just below the window.

Stiles took a couple of minutes to glance over his makeshift board. With his lips set and his heart thundering in his ears, he tore it all away, leaving scraps of tape stuck to the wall. He then took a fresh sheet of paper, glued it to the wall, and wrote one word in bold black letters.

Werewolf

Stiles stared at it. The word glared back at him, standing out harshly against the white.

He capped the marker, tossed it onto the table, and took off his clothes. Thoughts swarmed his head the entire time, all at once, different and scary. The life and the death, the moon and the ocean, the secrets and their reveal. The thread of red wrapped lovingly around the black depths.

Derek.

Stiles thought about him the most. Something told him that it wouldn't be the last time, far from it. He thought about Derek's softness and his open desire to kill. Stiles’ hands remembered the heat of his hands. His neck longed to feel the coating warmth of Derek’s breath. His lips burned from the kiss that never happened.

Everything was so fucking complicated.

Except one thing.

It was the only clear thought in his head. The one that made his stomach clench from fear, his heart stutter from hope, and his lips stretch in a smile.

He was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with Derek.

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