#for overthetopobsessed

[kmoplq]

‘Is it really you..?’

Captain Price x ‘Hostage’ & FEM!Reader

(Special thanks to @overthetopobsessed for the idea!!!)

Warnings: HEAVY Angst, Mentions of kidnapping, Mentions of torture, Mentions of drugging, slight signs of insanity, but teeth rotting fluff as my apology with tears☹️☹️, also me being goofy in parentheses 🥳

WC: 2.1k

All you remember is spending time with your crush before anything.

You couldn’t even remember anything after that, the only thing stuck in your mind was John Price.

It was your senior year of high school. He had just told you that he was planning on going in the military.

You didn’t like the idea of him going out there. The Price you knew wasn’t always hard and demanding.

He was a average guy. He was the guy to enjoy a nice movie, nothing to scary, or boring. Just a nice comedy.

“Your really thinking about it, aren’t you?” He looked ashamed. It wasn’t a painfully obvious look, he tried hard to hide it but you’ve known him long enough.

“I just.. I don’t know! I know the risks and the training will be hard to take, but thats the whole point.

(Innit?) Isn’t it?”

You sighed. When John had something in his mind, he wouldn’t let it rest until he found out what to do with it.

“I just want you to be safe, I don’t wanna lose you, too.”

“Why? Do you think I’ll die that easily? Y/N, You know that if I died before I saw you again, I’d come back just to say goodbye.”

“Thats what im afraid of! I don’t want you to say goodbye! I don’t want to see your mother in tears on my porch!”

“Do not bring my mother into this.”

“Why? Is it because you know she’ll care? Honestly, isn’t it enough to know that you have actual family that will keep and touch with you and will actually sort things out?!”

“I know thing are hard for you right now-“

“No, you don’t get it. You don’t get it, not even in the slightest. I can barley have you come over without my parents yelling at each other over the phone or at me. Hell, my mom even whopped my ass in front of you! Is that not enough proof for you?”

At this point he was speechless. He didn’t know who to respond. So he left. Didn’t call, Didn’t show up at school, Didn’t even send a letter.

You trace 3 soft knocks at the light pale blue door in front of you. You had on John’s hoodie. You were giving it back, but you just wanted to make sure he was ok.

“Oh! Hello dear! Come in, come in!” You stepped in to see the dining table set up so perfectly. Nothing out of place or mismatched. All perfect.

“Uh, Ms.Price?” “Yes, dear?” “Where’s John?”

Her faced pulled a frown from her normally bright smile.

“He left, and I thought you’d be the first he’d tell. That stubborn boy.”

You looked like you had just witnessed the most gruesome thing imaginable.

“W-What do you mean ‘He left’?”

“To the military. Did he really not tell you, dear?”

Your heart dropped, you stopped breathing. Tears wound up on the edge of your eyes. You lost all feeling in your body and went limp.

This. This was all your fault. That stupid argument. That stupid comment. If you had kept you big ass mouth shut, you probably would have gotten a call.

You started weeping into Ms.Price. You didn’t understand why you were crying. Ms.Price should be in your place right now, seeking you for closure. Knowing that her son, her only child has left her.

“Its ok, dear. I get that it hurts, but at some point you gotta let them go.”

Letting go. Letting go sounded to sweet for your ears. You pulled away after some time, seeing that you had completely ruined Ms.Price’s shirt.

“Im sorry Ms. Price.”

“Please dear, call me Hazel.”

“Ok, Ms.Hazel.”

She let out a chuckle. So sweet and soft, almost lulling you to sleep.

“Dear, you don’t have to add the Ms, Its completely fine, I pinky promise.”

She held out her pinky, looking at you like you were her own child. You held out your pinky and intertwined them.

TIMESKIP!

It had been 19 years since that whole shit show. You barley remembered it.

You walk around your decent sized apartment, finding something to keep you busy with.

You still had John’s hoodie on. It still being to big for you.

Your cat, Mews, purrs against your leg. You look down to see a pretty orange-brown, coat of fur.

“Look at my little chaos baby. Alright, time to feed you.”

You had found Mews at a animal shelter that was obviously wasn’t in the right condition.

You and the feline had bonded instantly with the look of an eye. She was a very friendly cat in general, but she was especially cuddly with you.

And thats why you instantly got her.

You heard a knock at the door. Turning around from the window, you walked towards the door

You open the door, looking around before closing the door.

As you turn around, a man in all black takes hold of your mouth and throws you against the previously opened door.

Your muffled curses hitting the gloved palm of the shadowed man.

You think as fast and smart as you can. Coming up with a solution, you throw all your weight onto the man, sending you both tumbling to the ground.

I guess the martial arts class paid off after all. Maybe your mother was finally right. Sure, she wasn’t right about you being a whore, but that martial arts really did teach you something.

You get up quickly, getting into a fighting stance. The man groaned and massaged the back of his neck.

“And what are you going to do little girl? You don’t know anything.”

The heavy russian accent flows through the wind, the broken english made it even clearer somehow.

“Come here and I’ll show you?”

He pulled out a knife, which made you flinch a bit.

He came running towards you, knife at the ready to stab or slice some part of you.

You dodge and hit him in his throat and he falls to the floor. You thought he was the only one.

Hell maybe he was a robber. But you were mistaken when you felt a sharp pain in the side of your neck.

You left hand quickly held that spot the pain was erupting with. You turn around to see another masked man, holding a syringe with liquid in it.

You’ve been drugged. You cant do anything. Your visions goes blurry, colors flashing around and polkadots painting a picture in your vision.

Everything goes black quickly. Your woken up by a harsh slap. It definitely hurts more then it’s supposed to. You’d know.

Your voice hoarse, you try speaking but all that brings you is pain.

“What..What do you want?”

“You have information that can help us.”

You looked at them, almost laughing. It was a scary moment, but hell all you could do was laugh.

“Me? Having some sort of sensitive information? Your fucking crazy.”

“You know a ‘Price’ , yes?”

That made you shut up instantly. You almost wanted to blame Price for this, but you know that it can’t be helped.

“Whats it to you?”

“Thats none of your concern.”

“For fuck sake. How am I gonna give you information if your not even gonna tell me-“

Another harsh slap to face. But this time, instead of it hurting more than normal, It hurt like a fucking bitch.

It felt like someone had sliced your cheek open,

but it hit you. If you were slapped, just a normal slap to the face, it would sting. So why the hell is your face bleeding?

“Did you just slit my cheek?” “No, I kissed your cheek.” “Oh wow, you have jokes.”

The man pulled you by your collar, making you jerk forward.

“Listen, just give me the information about Price, and we can let you go.”

“Well kill me then cause im not giving you shit.”

“Didn’t think i’d have to do this the hard way. What a shame.”

He let go of your collar while walking over to a counter that held shit that you’d see in movies.

Your heart sunk to your stomach. You had thought this whole thing was just a fucking dream.

But your life is at stake here.

It had been weeks. You had started keeping track of the days, but had slowly lost count.

The stab wounds, scars, burns, and everything else had just became numb.

Is this where I die? I’m m not ready to die. I can’t t die. Please.

You cant feel anything. Not anymore. So is there even a point to cry anymore?

You feel yourself go crazy, seeing thoughts. Until you heard a loud bang. Your head shot up like you were just fighting sleep.

I mean, you’re not wrong, are you? You hear gunshots, you don’t know what else to do besides stare at the iron door.

Feeling absolutely nothing knowing that you’d be dead by time anybody got to you.

“Is there anybody in there?” You heard a all too familiar voice behind the door.

“Hello.” You barely even heard yourself and was even more surprised when that familiar voice came back to you.

“Step away from the door, Im coming in!”

You crawled away from the door, unfazed by the loud banging ans just stared into the dents being made into the cold metal.

Once there was a big enough hole, a tall man stepped through scanning the room before he landed on you.

Price. This bastard is Price.

You sat up on your knees looking up at the man. Admiring his physique and his bearded face.

‘Is it really you..?” You felt all the emotions flood back too fast and started letting out tears.

He thought you were delusional. He can’t blame you though since you’ve been trapped here for who knows how long.

“I’m sorry miss, but I’m not the one your looking for.”

Your heart broke into billions of fucking pieces.

“No, no no no no.. You have to remember me theres no godamn you can’t. John please.”

He was shocked when he heard his name come out of your mouth. He didn’t know how to react. He saw you eyes widen, your eyes behind him.

“What-“

“Get down!”

You pulled him to the ground with you and you heard a strangled cough right after.

(gunshot. gunshot to the head. he’s dead 🤯)

“Oh, um, thank you.”

“Your welcome, Sir.”

Now he was really fucking confused. First you were calling him by his name and now your calling him sir?

“We’ve swept the floor, Cap.”

“Alright, let’s head out then.”

He offers his hand for you to hold for support and you feel yourself fumbling over your feet.

“Woah, careful there.”

Then he notices the one thing he forgot. His hoodie.

You both began to walk as the new proclaimed man, Gaz, leaded you both outside. Checking every corner.

“Hey, I had the same hoodie in high school. Where’d you get yours?”

“Just a friend. What’s it to you?”

“When’d they give it to you?”

“2 days before he left for the army. We went out to the skating rink. The fucker didn’t know how to skate at all, had to help him regain his balance every time. He even fell on his ass, I think.”

You let a gruff giggle, but to him it sounded angelic.

Then he realized. He finally fucking realized.

“Y/N?”

You stopped admittedly, your breath hitched so hard you started coughing.

He started laughing and patted your back with the right amount of pressure.

Gaz noticed and stopped to turn around.

“Are you two seriously flirting? You guys just met like, 10 minutes ago.”

“Gaz, I’ve known her since birth.”

“WHAT.”

You started coughing more with the tiniest hint of laughter.

“His mom basically took me as her daughter.”

“Speaking on my mother, how is she?”

You glared at Price.

“I don’t know Price let me think… Oh wait, i’ve been locked up for weeks!”

You playfully hit his shoulder. He playfully hit you back.

“Your not supposed to hit a woman, Price.”

“But your not any woman, your my girlfriend.”

You looked at him, taking a second to register what he had just said.

“What did you just call me?”

“I don’t know what your talking about.”

“John.”

“Am I technically wrong though?”

“Yes!”

“How?”

“Because you didn’t let me say yes yet.”

“What-“

You cut Price off by pulling him into a passionate kiss.

“But yes, I am your girlfriend. For now at least.”

“Now what’s that mean?”

“You’ll know when I show you.”

“You guys suck at flirting and im going to throw u both off a cliff.”

“Gaz, your just mad you don’t have anybody.”

“I DO! I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND TOO(HINT HINT 🤭).”

“Whatever, loser.”

I actually don’t like this a wee bit ngl, but i hope u guys liked this ☹️🫶

[celestialvoid-fanfiction]

Secrets in the Moonlight

After the disappearance of his uncle, coming back to Hogwarts is harder than Derek could have imagined. Especially now that he has a secret.

 For @overthetopobsessed​

  “Mr Hale?”

Derek shook himself from his thoughts, straightening in his seat and looking up with wide, alert eyes.

Mr Harris stared at him with the same cold, unyielding glare he always wore, but his voice held a note of irritation—bordering anger.

“I’m sorry, sir,” Derek apologised quietly.

There was a quiet buzz of whispers around the room.

“Can you tell me the difference between a werewolf and an Animagus?” Harris repeated the question.

“No, sir,” Derek replied.

Mr Harris opened his mouth to lecture Derek when a voice called out from the back of the classroom, interrupting him.

“An Animagus is a witch or wizard who can take the form of an animal and return back to their human form at any time and of their won free will, whereas a werewolf – or any were-creature for that matter – changes form against their will based on the lunar cycle.”

Derek glanced over his shoulder at the boy who had answered.

Stiles Stilinski.

The boy met Harris’ gaze defiantly, a smug smile – a common trait among Slytherins – turning up the corners of his mouth. His dark brown irises glimmered with amusement at the professor’s stunned silence. His eyes shifted to Derek, his gaze softening and his smugness fading as a friendly smile played across his lips.

“Correct, Mr Stilinski,” Harris said, his voice tense—as if saying those words pained him. “Although, next time, I would appreciate it if you showed some degree of manners and respect and raised your hand before answering.”

“Sorry, sir,” Stiles replied, but his voice was dry and everyone knew he didn’t mean it.

Harris screwed up his face bitterly, drawing in a measured breath as he held his composure. “As for you, Mr Hale—”

Derek turned back around to look at the professor as Harris took a step closer and stood at the corner of Derek’s desk.

“—leave the day dreaming for outside my classroom and don’t come to class unprepared, understood?”

Derek swallowed hard against the lump in his throat and bowed his head guiltily.

“Yes, sir,” Derek answered meekly.

“Very good.” Harris let out a huff before turning sharply and strutting back to the front of the classroom and continuing the lesson.

Derek waited for a second before glancing over his shoulder.

Stiles met his gaze. Derek didn’t have to say ‘thank you’; Stiles could read it in his eyes and winked mischievously in response.

Derek turned back to face the front of the class, his heart skipping a beat and a soft rosy blush colouring his cheeks, but the feeling didn’t last long.

He looked down at the text book that lay on the desk before him, the pages open to the monstrous illustration of a werewolf. It didn’t look remotely human: its limbs were elongated and its body hunched over. It was covered in fur with the bony nubs of its spine sticking out rigidly. Its arms hung by its side, hands flexed to reveal its sharp claws. The face had been elongated into a snout, the creature snarling and bearing its jagged teeth. But what stood out the most was the bright red ink that had been used to colour in the creature’s irises, giving it the illusion of glowing red eyes that stared at Derek, making his heart fill with dread and terror.

Below the illustration, bold black letters spelt out ‘LYCANTROPY: WEREWOLF’.

Derek swallowed hard against the bile that rose into his throat, burning at his insides. A wave of anxiety and fear clutched his heart. Unease settled in his gut as he dropped his gaze—unable to look at the picture and not wanting to look up in case someone saw the fear in his eyes.

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 “What’s this I hear about you getting in trouble with Harris?” Laura asked as she caught up with her brother and walked alongside him through the crowded hallway.

Derek looked at her. She was as radiant as ever; her long brown hair cascading past her shoulder and the bold navy blue of her Ravenclaw tie bringing out the sparkle in her dark eyes.

They used to joke about needing a fourth sibling since the three Hale siblings were sorted into different houses: Laura into Ravenclaw, Derek into Hufflepuff, and Cora into Slytherin. All they needed was a Gryffindor and they had a full house.

“I wasn’t in trouble,” Derek replied. “I just didn’t hear him ask me the question.”

Laura tilted her head slightly as she looked at her brother sceptically. There was a glimmer of worry in her dark eyes.

“You know you can talk to me, right?” she said, trying to gently coax the truth from him.

“I know,” Derek replied, trying to reassure her.

It didn’t work.

She kept her gaze fixed on him.

“I’m fine,” Derek insisted.

“If you say so,” Laura said quietly, backing down; she still didn’t believe him, but she knew him better than to keep prying—Derek would only shut down if she did.

Derek drew in a deep breath.

“I’m fine,” he reassured her. “I’ll see you at the quidditch game.”

“Who are you cheering for?” Laura asked—calling after her brother as he began to walk away.

Ravenclaw vs. Hufflepuff.

And his big sister was Ravenclaw’s star player.

“You,” Derek answered. “Like I always do.”

Laura offered him a sweet smile, but it fell from her face as her brother turned his back and disappeared into the sea of people. The worry still lingered in her eyes as she watched him leave.

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 The library was a large space filled with towering shelves full of old hardcover books, leather bound journals and other books that looked like antiques, all bound in magnificent colours of scarlet, burgundy, deep green, gold, and grey. The spines of the books were decorated by gold or silver lettering that read the titles, adorned with small metal studs and a few were even fastened with small hinges that looked to be made of brass or silver.

The shelves covered all the walls, large ladders on casters were scattered about the room where the occupants had last left them. Higher up, there was a small platform that stretched around the room, a mezzanine that allowed them to access another storey of bookshelves that the ladders couldn't reach. High above everything was a dome-like sky light, the slightly misted glass allowing the golden light of day to drift into the large library and illuminate the shadowed space.

Several books moved on their own, returning to the shelves and sorting themselves into the right places.

On the far side of the room was a small fireplace with a marble mantelpiece. Atop the mantelpiece sat a few of the sturdier-looking books, some candles and a vase of flowers that never seemed to wilt—probably because the librarian hexed them. Before the fireplace sat two arm chairs and a larger couch, each made of beige fabric that were covered in a faded floral pattern. Two Gryffindor students sat on the rug before the fireplace with their books sprawled out in front of them as they talked quietly.

Derek sat on his own among the rows of tables and chairs set up for students to study.

The library was quiet, which was both a blessing and a curse: it was a place where Derek could get away from all the noise and chaos, but it also meant he was left alone with his thoughts.

He tried to drown them out, focusing on his homework.

A stack of textbooks were piled up beside him, several more lying open on the desk before him as his quill scratched at the paper of his notebooks, leaving elegant scrawls of ink in its wake.

“This seat taken?” a familiar voice asked.

Derek glanced up, his aventurine eyes meeting the smoky quarts depths.

“Uh, no,” Derek stammered. He gestured to the seat. “Please.”

Stiles set his books down on the table and pulled out the chair across from Derek. He sat down and opened up his books.

Derek bowed his head and glanced up through his eyelashes, watching as Stiles’ dark eyes danced across the pages as he read the lines of text.

“I didn’t get the chance to say thank you for this morning,” Derek said.

“No need. Harris is an ass and you didn’t deserve that.”

Stiles glanced up at Derek, offering him a friendly smile.

Derek smiled in return.

He wasn’t like the other Slytherins that Derek knew—he wasn’t obnoxious, prideful, arrogant or snarky. Maybe that was because he wasn’t a pureblood like most of the others; his mother was a witch, but his father was a muggle—a police officer, apparently. Stiles had grown up in the muggle world, far away from magic. He tried to make up for it—working twice as hard to prove he had what it took to be there, but he didn’t need to; he was smarter and more powerful than any other student. His only weakness was he was powerful, but he had no idea how to control it.

The hiss of whispers reached his ears. Derek turned his head slightly to see two students glance at him before turning away and gossiping.

“Ignore them,” Stiles said softly.

Derek turned back to his text book, feeling his chest tighten and his heart hammer against his ribs.

“They’re talking about my uncle, aren’t they?” Derek asked.

“Most likely,” Stiles replied.

Peter Hale was well known in the wizarding world, but he disappeared the week before Derek and his sisters went on break. No Aurors had been able to track him down and many believed he was dead. When the Hale siblings returned to Hogwarts, everyone looked the other way or talked behind their backs. The whispers followed Derek everywhere.

Derek looked up at Stiles. “Thank you.”

Stiles lifted his head, his brow furrowed slightly in confusion. “What for?”

“For not treating me different.”

The corner of Stiles’ lips turned up in a kind smile.

Derek bowed his head, trying to focus on his homework, but his mind kept going back to the monstrous illustration.

“You know a lot about werewolves,” Derek remarked, unsure of how to start the conversation.

“I guess so,” Stiles said modestly. “I tend to take in a whole lot of information—most of it is useless.”

“Is it possible for a werewolf to become an Animagus?”

Stiles sat back in his seat, thinking it over for a second. “I don’t know for sure, but I did read something about a werewolf gaining control of their shifts by defying their alpha. But that either means defeating them or finding an anchor strong enough to keep your humanity in control of you psyche.”

“An anchor?”

“An anchor is something meaningful to you; you bind yourself to it to keep your human side in control,” Stiles explained.  “It can be a memory, a person, a place or an object—it just has to mean something to you. At least that’s what I read about Animagi Transfiguration, so I guess it would be something similar in the case of a werewolf controlling their transformation.”

Derek nodded thoughtfully.

“A werewolf becoming an Animagus is extremely rare and probably very difficult,” Stiles continued. “But I don’t think it’s impossible.”

Derek felt the tension in his gut ease, letting out a sigh of relief as hope found its way back into his heart.

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He felt the burn of power flow through his veins, setting his nerves on fire as the lure of the moon hummed ignited his senses.

He made his way out of the castle, sneaking out through the passage his uncle had told him about back in his first year—the one Peter had found during his time at Hogwarts. The cool night air met him, offering little relief to the searing heat that flooded his veins.

Beads of sweat gathered on his brow, soaking through his shirt and making the fabric cling to his skin.

His breathing grew heavy as he staggered towards the shelter of the forest that bordered the school.

A piercing howl rang out through the night, making Derek’s heart leap in his chest.

There was a sharp rush of air as a figure appeared before him. His dark hair a tousled mess and his clothing dishevelled. He clutched his fir wand, the pale wood standing out against the darkness.

“Stiles?” Derek rasped, feeling fear clutch his heart. “You shouldn’t be here.”

“I know,” Stiles replied. “I nearly got caught sneaking out of the dorms. I was trying to get to the Gryffindor dorms; seems like I missed the mark.”

Stiles froze, his eyes widening as he looked at Derek.

“Are you alright?” he asked, his voice edged with worry. “You don’t look too good.”

“It’s not safe out here.”

“What are you talking about?” Stiles asked, his voice catching in his throat as hesitation and anxiety filled his chest.

“You have to go.”

“Derek, you’re starting to scare me.”

Derek opened his mouth to say something but his words caught in his throat as a low growl echoed from the shadows.

Stiles wheeled around, his eyes wide and his heart hammering in his chest.

The bushes rustled, clumps of leaves and low hanging branches crackling, shaking and breaking as a big black shadow slinked into the open, broad feet thumping the ground. Their claws dug into the mud, upturning the dirt and releasing the sweet earthy scent.

A pair of glowing red eyes emerged from the shadows, the thin veil of moonlight illuminating the creature’s figure as it stalked forward. The creature rose up onto its hind feet. Its large form was unhuman; standing tall on curved, slender legs. The bright red eyes were set above an elongated snout. Long arms hung at its side, disfigured hands – hairy like a wolf’s paws – stretched, thick, curved claws lit by the bleeding streams of moonlight.

Stiles froze, eyes wide.

It snarled, baring its ivory teeth as it focused its glare on Stiles.

Stiles staggered back slightly, his mind screaming at him to run but he couldn’t move; his body was frozen in place.

“Derek?” he rasped, glancing over his shoulder.

The clouds parted, exposing the moon.

Derek winced, doubling over in pain.

“Derek?” Stiles called, alarmed.

Derek’s eyes flew open, his pale adventuring irises glowing crimson.

“Run,” he growled.

Stiles flailed about, stumbling backwards. His feet pedalled beneath him. He lost his footing on the uneven ground, falling against the damp earth. He turned, using a hand to steady himself as he leapt to his feet and tore into the darkness.

He ran along the tree line, glancing over his shoulder as he saw a dark figure charge towards him.

He sprinted through the dense forest, weaving his way through the labyrinth of thick tree trunks. He sprung over the fallen trees, broken branches and thick shrubs, his nimble legs and spring-locked ankles projecting him over the large logs. The thick undergrowth and claw-like twigs dragged at his feet. He tried to keep himself upright, struggling not to stumble or trip as he sprinted away from the massacre.

The sounds of low growls and spine-chilling howls drained away, disappearing behind him as he ran further and further into the dense forest.

He took a sharp turn, heading back towards the castle grounds. He broke through the tree line, slowing his pace as he neared the Whomping Willow. He turned, running on the spot as he looked back at the forest—checking to see if anyone – or anything – had followed him.

He let out a sigh of relief, letting his nerves calm. He drew in heavy breaths, trying to slow his breathing.

Stiles was tackled to the ground, letting out a pained wheeze as the air was knocked from his lungs. His eyes flew open wide, looking up at the glowing red irises of the werewolf.

He thrashed about, letting out a vicious animalistic cry as he tried to fight the creature off.

The werewolf pinned him to the ground, sharp rocks tearing open Stiles’ pale skin as the werewolf pushed them against the ground. Stiles felt a sharp wave of pain flood his arms, his bones near breaking.

Then, all of a sudden, the weight was gone.

There was a rush of air as the second werewolf tacked the alpha off of him, knocking him to the ground and fighting him.

Stiles rolled onto his side, scrambling to his feet and sprinting towards the swaying branches of the Whomping Willow. He dodged past the branches that swung at him, the thick wood hitting the earth with a heavy crash that snapped off twigs, shook the earth, and sent dirt flying through the air.

Stiles dove towards the trunk, something catching his eye. Among the twisted aged wood of the tree was an ancient door.

Stiles pulled open the small door that was built into the base of the tree. He pulled the ricket wooden door shut behind himself, staring at it for a second before slowly backing up.

He made his way down the flight of rickety stairs, following them into a large room. The windows were all boarded up, the moonlight bleeding through the thin gaps enough for Stiles to see.

He drew in steady breaths, calming himself as he looked around. The wind that blew past the windows echoed like screams as it rattled the glass and a draught blew through the warped wooden walls.

“Shrieking Shack,” Stiles muttered.

The wooden panelling of the doors were broken in, some doors lying off their hinges. The walls had patches of plaster missing, exposing the wooden framing beneath. The decorative wallpaper was peeling off the walls, the wooden floorboards warped, worn down with time and covered in stains. Every piece of furniture was moth-eaten and broken—as though someone has smashed it in a fit of rage.

There was a thin layer of dust over everything.

He stepped through one of the other doors, looking down the old staircase and into the foyer of the Shack. There was an old chair that had one of its legs ripped off.

He stepped back into the room. Beside him was an old four post bed, the wooden base snapped in half and the frame that had once held up the canopy had fallen down.

He edged over to the bed, lowering himself into the shadows that dwelled in the corner where the bed met the wall. He shrunk down into the darkness, pulling his knees up to his chest.

He waited.

Adrenaline coursed through his veins, stopping him from falling asleep, but his eyes grew heavy as he stared at the warped hardwood floors.

The light of dawn began to creep through the cracks in the boarded-up windows.

There was a loud crash as someone came sprinting down the stairs that lead up to the Whomping Willow.

Stiles’ heart leapt into his chest. He shifted, crouching behind the bed as he readied himself to run.

“Stiles?” a familiar voice called out.

Derek stumbled into the room, his shoulders heaving with heavy breaths as he frantically looked around the dark, decrepit interior of the Shrieking Shack.

Stiles shifted slightly, rising to his feet and stepping out from behind the bed.

Derek let out a sigh of relief. “Are you okay?”

Stiles tightened his grip on his wand, swallowing hard against the lump in his throat. His voice was quiet and raspy, but firm as he said, “Explain. Now.”

Derek dropped his gaze. “When my uncle went missing a few weeks ago, I stupidly thought I was the only person who could find him. I ran away from home to go look for him. A few hours after walking through the woods behind my family’s estate, I was attacked. It was a rogue werewolf.”

“One that holds its shape,” Stiles confirmed.

Derek nodded.

He fell silent for a minute, feeling his chest tighten and his gut twist in knots.

“It bit me,” he admitted.

“You’re a werewolf,” Stiles said. A thought struck him, a look of realisation washing over his face. “That’s why you asked whether a werewolf could become an Animagus.”

Derek nodded.

“And the, uh—the other werewolf. Was that the rogue that bit you?”

Derek nodded again.

“I’m so sorry… I never meant to put you in danger,” Derek said, his voice breaking and full of pain.

“You didn’t put me in danger,” Stiles replied. “I just have a tendency to stumble right into it.”

“Are you hurt?” Derek asked, his voice full of concern.

Stiles looked down at himself, his pale flesh was caked in mud and covered in bloody welts where sticks and stones had scratched open his skin.

“Just a few bumps and bruises,” Stiles said dismissively. “Nothing too bad. How about you?”

Derek seemed taken back by the question.

“I—I’m fine,” he said. He glanced down at his arms, the tan flesh marred by dark bruises and faint pink lines where thick gashes were stitching themselves back together. “Werewolves heal quickly.”

Derek glanced back over his shoulder, up the stairs at the door that lead back outside.

“We should gat back,” he said. “Everyone will be waking up soon.”

Stiles nodded, slowly edging towards Derek.

Derek took no offence to Stiles’ hesitation; he was surprised that he trusted him at all. He led the way up the stairs and pushed open the rickety door at the base of the Whomping Willow. He squinted slightly as he stepped out of the cool shadows and into the world lit by the golden glow of the morning light. He looked up at the thrashing branches, feeling his chest tighten anxiously.

Stiles stepped up to Derek’s side, both of them keeping their back pressed against the thick tree trunk. He held his wand out.

“Immobulus.”

The branches stilled, frozen mid-action.

Stiles drew in a measured breath and took a step forward, and then another, making his way across the divots and dirt holes that covered the ground beneath the Willow.

He and Derek made their way back across the open field and up to the gates of Hogwarts, where Mr Harris stood, his arms crossed over his chest and his cold eyes staring down at the boys. Beside him stood Coach Finstock, his dark unkempt hair sticking up at all angles.

“Mr Stilinski, I expect this kind of behaviour from you, but Mr Hale – I must admit – I am surprised to see you,” Harris said, his voice cold.

“Everyone’s looking for the two of you,” Coach added. “I hope you have a good explanation for this.”

Derek bowed his head, his stomach twisting in knots as a sickening wave of bile rose into his throat. This was it; he’d be exposed and sent to Azkaban.

“I was helping Derek study,” Stiles lied. “We nearly got caught outside of the dorms after lights out and we panicked, so we apparated and ended up outside where we were attacked by a werewolf.”

Derek blinked in surprise, glancing out the corner of his eye at Stiles.

Harris looked at him, his face deadpan with disbelief. “A werewolf?”

Stiles met his gaze defiantly.

“A werewolf,” he said firmly. “We were chased into the Shrieking Shack and hid there until the sun came up.”

“That’s quite the fanciful story, Mr Stilinski.”

“It’s the truth,” Stiles insisted.

Harris opened his mouth to say something but Coach Finstock held up his hand, interrupting them.

“We’ll decide what to do with the two of you later, for now go back to your dorm rooms and clean yourselves up,” Coach instructed. He turned to Mr Harris. “Why don’t you go tell the others that we’ve found them.”

Harris let out a measured breath and turned sharply, storming off down the hall.

Stiles and Derek turned the other way and began to head down the hall.

“Mr Hale, a moment,” Coach called after him.

Derek stopped, glancing at Stiles before turning back to Coach.

Coach lowered his voice. “I know things have been tough for you since your uncle went missing, but that doesn’t give you an excuse to start acting recklessly and breaking the rules. It’s not going to change anything.”

Derek bowed his head.

“Your sisters were worried sick when they found out you were missing,” Coach continued. “I know things are hard for you, but you’re not alone; think about them.”

Derek nodded.

“I’m sorry, sir,” he said quietly.

“I know,” Coach said. He gently patted Derek on the shoulder “Now, go get yourself cleaned up.”

Derek nodded again, turning and making his way down the halls. He made his way to the shifting staircases, the buzz of chatter reaching his ears. He glanced up to see crowds of students gathered on the stairs and the landings, staring at the walls and talking quietly.

Among the crowd he spotted a familiar face.

“Cora,” he called out, hurrying over to his sister’s side.

“Where the hell have you been?” Cora growled.

“It’s a long story,” Derek dismissed. “What’s going on?”

“The paintings,” Cora said.

The crowd parted and Derek saw what she meant. The paintings that hung on the walls were destroyed—the canvases were slashed, the frames broken or hanging crooked, and the living portraits injured and cowering in fear.

“What happened?”

“The paintings say some kind of wolf tore through the castle,” Cora replied.

Derek’s heart sank into his gut.

“A wolf?” Derek repeated, his voice catching in his throat.

His eyes followed the trail of destruction, a path winding around the walls and leading up to the higher flights of stairs—to the Slytherin dorms.

“Stiles.”

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 Stiles dragged his feet across the smooth wooden floorboards of the dorm room. His eyes were heavy and his movements slow and lethargic as he shrugged off the mod-stained hoodie that he wore. He tossed it over the end of his bed, stepping over to his trunk and pulling out his uniform.

The sound of footsteps reached his ears. His brow furrowed slightly in confusion; no one else should be in the dorms.

He turned slightly, glancing over his shoulder to see who was there. His heart dropped.

He barely caught a glimpse of the alpha’s glowing red eyes before he lunged at Stiles.

Stiles dove aside, reaching for his wand, but the werewolf tackled him to the ground. He thrashed around, his elbow colliding with the creature’s jaw as he tried to fight back or break free.

The werewolf pinned him to the floor, pressing their weight against the teen’s wrists until his frail bones threatened to break. The alpha’s jagged talons tore through the pale skin of Stiles’ arm. The bitter metallic smell filled Stiles’ nose as streams of blood coursed across his skin, the searing pain igniting every nerve in his body and flooding his veins.

Stiles cried out in pain.

The alpha let out a low growl, his teeth bared in a vicious snarl as he leant in closer.

Stiles felt the heat of the creature’s breath against his skin, squeezing his eyes shut as tears fell from his eyes.

He let out a broken sob.

There was another growl, one more fierce than the alpha’s low, threatening rumble.

Stiles hesitantly opened his eyes to see the alpha tackled off of him. He turned his head to see Derek thrown back.

Derek let out a stifled grunt as he hit the solid wooden frame of one of the beds. He bared his teeth in a vicious snarl, his eyes burning with rage as he charged at the alpha.

He slashed at him blocking his bows and fighting back as he put himself between the alpha and Stiles; protecting him.

The alpha snapped and snarled, his claws tearing at Derek’s clothes and clawing open his skin.

Streams of red stained Derek’s skin, but he didn’t seem to notice.

He fought back, but the alpha was too strong for him.

The alpha threw Derek back against the far wall. His head slammed against the rough bricks, bursts of light and colour blinding him as he dropped to his hands and knees.

The alpha grabbed him by the throat, lifting him off his feet.

Derek let out a strangled breath, kicking out as he tried to free himself.

The alpha’s grip didn’t waver.

The crimson glow of the creature’s eyes was full of bloodlust as he raised his arm, flexing his claws; ready to kill Derek.

The alpha froze, his body stiffening.

His grip weakened.

Derek fell to the floor, coughing, sputtering, and gasping for breath.

The alpha collapsed, hitting the ground with a solid thud.

Derek looked across the room to see Stiles, half slouched against his bed with his other arm outstretched and his wand in his hand.

Stiles slowly lowered his wand, his shoulder rising and falling with heavy breaths.

There was a thundering crash as the door to the dorms was thrown open.

Harris and Coach rushed into the room, skidding to a halt as they looked around the room.

Harris’ eyes fell on the werewolf, growing wide.

“Quite the fanciful story, huh?” Stiles said bitterly between broken breaths.

Harris shook himself from his stupor, straightening as he looked between the two boys. “Let’s get you two to the infirmary.”

Derek sluggishly pushed himself upright, bracing himself on the wall and he rose to his feet. He staggered across the dorm room, holding his hand out to Stiles and helping him to his feet.

A crowd od students gathered behind Harris, craning their necks to look in through the doorway.

A small figure shoved her way through the crowd, pushing past Harris and into the room despite his objections. She rushed across the room, throwing herself into her brother’s arms.

Derek let out a small sigh, wrapping his arms around Cora’s narrow shoulders and holding her tight.

“It’s okay,” he whispered. “I’m okay.”

“Oh my God,” Coach uttered, his quiet voice catching their attention.

Cora stepped back. Derek and Stiles turned, following Coach’s gaze to where the alpha lay on the floor, shifting back to his human form.

Coach grabbed a blanket from one of the beds, draping it across the man’s body.

Derek couldn’t take his eyes of the man.

The slender body lay bare on the ground, his fair skin covered in pale white scars. His chest slowly rose and fell with even breaths. Black ink stood out on the underside of his forearm, the Slytherin crest tattooed into his skin and a bold black triskelion on his wrist. His light brown hair was streaked with grey and longer than Derek remembered, but the man’s weary face was the same as always.

Derek’s heart stopped.

“Peter.”

[nannygifs]

I absolutely love the Nanny waiting for it to be available on Netflix and your blog is helping the wait. I heart this blog. Tysm for all u do.

Thank you for this lovely message ❤

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

it's been years since first son!stiles has been updates ahuhu

It’s because there aren’t that many fics with this tag out there, but I wish there were.

(P.S. If all you writers out there couldn’t catch that, I want some more :)) -Letta

protect what you love by haleofStilesheart

(1/1 | 804 | Teen | Sterek)

A scream wakes Derek up in the middle of the night. So goes the life of a Secret Service agent.

For the ❄ prompt: 66. “I had a nightmare.”

Not a Boy You Can Change (nor Should You Want To) by HDHale

(1/1 | 1,422 | Mature | Steter)

“Stiles.” Peter said it kindly, giving him the sort of look that made Stiles notice the lines on his face. Not weary, but his concern notable, while still entirely fond of the young man. After years he knew Stiles wasn’t someone whose will he could change, nor did he have any desire to.

Jealousy, Turning Saints into the Sea by Irresponsible_Bear

(1/1 | 1,552 | NR | Sterek)

The first son goes missing. Derek finds him.

My Date (?) with the President’s Son by braedens

(1/1 | 1,682 | NR | Skittles)

Day 7: president’s child and secret service agent + sciles

Peace and Quiet by mmmdraco

(1/1 2,216 | Explicit | Sterek)

Just because there’s an organization in town that would supposedly like nothing better than to kidnap President Stilinski’s son, doesn’t mean Stiles actually needs his bodyguard, his unfairly attractive bodyguard, to destroy all of his fun.

To Serve and Protect by alisvolatpropiis

(1/1 | 3,177 | Explicit | Sterek)

Love is a many splendored thing by Hedwig_Dordt

(1/1 | 3,334 | Teen | Sterek)

Prince Derek - of obscure European royalty, has been studying and working in the US for about a decade now -has been strong armed by his family to attend the state visit to the newly elected President Stilinski. He tries to hide on the edge of the party and meets an interesting young man.

Stiles Stilinski has been feeling a little adrift since his father was elected. He is under firm instructions from his father and his best friend to keep his face and/or ass out of the tabloids. He just needs something to do! But for now he’s just hiding from their European guests.

As always, they find each other

reGuardless by raisesomehale

(1/1 | 3,470 | Mature | Sterek)

The president had been to the point when he explained to Derek the rules of the job.

Stiles was in the room while these rules were recited: Never take your eyes off of him in public. That’s how he liked to dodge his last bodyguards. No more than an arm’s length apart. He’s more slippery than you’d think. Escort him to and from appearances. Intervene in any situation that might tarnish the Stilinski image…

The list went on and on. As did the games of chicken Stiles initiated to test Derek with these rules.

Heart’s on Fire by julietangel 

(1/1 | 6,696 | Explicit | Sterek)

Stiles should have known it was him, but he blames the games for distracting him from his soulmate.

Of Lifelines and Breaking Borders by CabbageOriley

(8/8 | 9,309 | Teen | Sterek)

“Hello!” he shouts. “Kidnapped! I’m being kidnapped!” If his hands were free he would be waving them wildly about. His plan to prevent anyone from knowing he’s inadvertently shoplifting is working, because everyone in the store is looking at him like he’s insane. The “Insanity Diversion”, works every time. “Does anyone see what’s going on here?! Not using my FREE WILL!” Stiles jerks his legs in a “look what I can do” fashion and almost succeeds in knocking camo man to the floor.

-Or the one where Stiles is secretly the President’s son and there’s a war going on between Humans and Weres and there’s a secret agency known as XenoSworn.-Also, Accidental Kidnapping is totally a tag. haha

Five Years and a Handful of Bullets by crimsonmuzzle, eeyore9990

(4/4 | 11,356 | Mature | Sterek)

“What happens when we graduate?”

Erica’s quiet for a minute, and Derek can feel her pity-gaze from hundreds of miles away. “Then you make a clean break. You know how hard this life is on relationships. They barely survive as it is; you definitely can’t keep one up long-distance. Have fun with your boy, but don’t get attached.”

Derek stares out the window of the little dorm room he shares with Stiles at Quantico, not seeing anything beyond his own troubled expression. “It might be too late for that.”

Or, the First Son FBI Agent Stiles/FBI Agent Derek AU you didn’t know you needed in your life.

This Kind of Luxe by sugarybowl, weathervaanes, wishingonalightningbolt

(1/1 | 15,113 | Explicit | Sterek)

As they have for almost every US President since the 1910s, the Prime Minister and the royal head of their country pay a visit to the United States after inauguration. Which is why, when President Jonathan Stilinski is elected into office, Queen Talia Hale of Norland plans their trip.

-0-

Prince Derek and First Son Stiles. Gooey, ridiculous romance ensues.

Bite Down Hard by KuriKuri

(1/1 | 25,730 | Explicit | Sterek)

For a moment, Derek can’t breathe.

Because moles aren’t the only thing marring the pale skin of Stiles’ neck. Oh no, that’s –

– that’s a bond bite. A bond bite which Stiles definitely did not have yesterday, and which appears to have roughly the same dimensions as Derek’s own mouth.

Shit.

(Or: In which Secret Service Agent Derek Hale accidentally gets bonded to First Son Stiles Stilinski. Oops.)

First Son, Last Chance by elephantfootprints

(12/12 | 60,390 | Mature | Sterek)

When First Son Stiles Stilinski, beloved public figure and the bane of his private security team, goes missing without a trace, ex-security officer Derek Hale finds himself tangled up in the world of Argent Security, a world he was forced out of when rumours abounded that he was sleeping with his charges.

There’s no leads, no time and no way Derek is going to rest until Stiles has been brought home safely.

[hoechloin]

Do you have any favourite fics for MPREG stiles?

YES i love mpreg!!! these are v popular so you may have already came across them? but they’re popular bc they’re just So Good

The Second Coming (of Werewolf Jesus) - there’s magic babies and Feelings and #drama and it’s all 10/10. first mpreg i read and there was no turning back

Tiny House - angst. so much delicious angst. my fave mpreg story out there!!

a mountain to climb - you’re seventeen you’re in the woods you have sex with a semi-stranger what’s the worst that can happen oh wait A BABY

monday i can fall apart but by friday i’m in love - stiles is single and pregnant and has a hot neighbour spoiler it’s derek spoiler they fall in love

lots more recommendations here but above are my faves :D

[honestgrins]

Smut prompt! Caroline is flirting/teasing Klaus so much and he’s having none of it so he gets hella aggressive and just takes her.

She leaned back, letting her ass brush against his stomach as he growled. “For a guy who likes to take control, you’re being very patient.” Caroline dragged her fingernails down his neck to trace the small love bite left by her fangs.

Arms tense, Klaus only just resisted pulling at the spelled restraints. “Sweetheart,” he said through gritted teeth, “I’m also quite generous with the rewards. Enough teasing.”

Caroline froze with her finger hovering over his lips. “What was that?”

The little flash of gold in his eyes probably shouldn’t have become such a turn-on over the decades, but it definitely fizzled down her spine. For Klaus to have let her tie him up, trying to submit as best he could despite his better instincts - it was even hotter. “Love,” she sang in warning, “I asked you a question.”

His tongue slipped along his bottom lip, his eyes unblinking as he considered his options. She enjoyed the flutter of his lashes when she scraped through his stubble. When he managed to speak, his voice was tight. “Please.”

Her head tilted to the side. “Hmmm,” she hummed. “I don’t think so.” She lifted her leg to move off of him, but the bed shifted as Klaus pulled the restraints through the posts, breaking off the left side entirely with the silk falling off his wrist. Before she could decide whether to laugh or yell, Caroline found herself on her back with his hands stroking everywhere he could. “Irresistible, am I?”

Klaus kissed her deeply, too long denied a taste of her during their game. “I’m a fool for you, love,” he answered fondly, the dumb, little smile on his face making her fall in love all over again. “And I’ll prove it with my hands that you’ve so cruelly withheld.”

Though she could point out the number of times he enjoyed tying her up, Caroline greatly enjoyed the determination with which said hands were gliding down her skin. “Bring it on, then.”

[iamwallpaperz]

request by @overthetopobsessed! lilith from warrior nun

[exhuastedpigeon]

Hey, Hannah! I've been looking everywhere but I cannot find any stripper!stiles fics huhuhu. Do you have any suggestions?

You bet I do :) I’m 100% sure there are more out there, but these are some of my favorites

I'm gonna be naked (and you're wasted) by MarishnaTeenWords: 1,590"Who are you?" Derek asked, his voice sounding foreign to him. He cleared his throat lightly and grimaced at the scratchy feeling, as if he'd been yelling a lot the night before.

"I thought you might not remember." He stood up and offered his hand to Derek who took it automatically. "I'm Stiles. The stripper."

Irresistible by InellExplicit Words: 4,462Stiles has spent three years pining for Derek to no avail. When he finally decides to just give up and move on, Derek realizes it’s time to stop resisting.

the panty thief by bleep0bleepExplicitWords: 2,725Stiles undulates, slowly unzipping the leather crop top, teasing the crowd with a peek at his nipples, and finally he shrugs out of it, glancing coquettishly over his shoulder.He falters and misses a step.What? Why is Derek sitting in the audience? In the front row, too?Stiles recovers quickly, getting right back into the dance. Fine. Derek wants to be a customer? Stiles can play.

you can leave your hat on by forponyExplicit Words: 4,864“You have got to be kidding me,” Derek mutters, closing his eyes and pinching his nose in frustration. “Laura!” He yells.

“Oh, is the stripper here!?” Laura thumps over from the party area as she’s dubbed it, and skids to a stop next to Derek, throwing an arm around his shoulders. “Heeeey, Stilinski. Looking good, kid.”

“Uh,” Stiles, the Sheriff’s son, blushes. “Laura, you said this was for a friend of yours.”

Little talks by VendelinMature Words: 5,387“Your favourite is here,” Danny says, smirking. “I tried to steal him away by giving him some extra attention, but he just looked uncomfortable.” 

Stiles snorts, though he’s secretly pleased by his regular rejecting Danny. “He always looks a bit uncomfortable. I bet he’s married with a kid and a permanent guilty conscience when he’s here.”

It had been quite the surprise for Stiles to realize that he had a regular. A pretty young, hot regular, on top of that.

Touch Me, Set Fire to My Mind by orphan_accountExplicitWords: 11,163When Erica drags Derek to a strip club, he never expects to fall in love with one of the strippers, so of course that's exactly what happens.

[theofficialstereklibrary]

Hi there! I'm sorry if you think I don't check your tag! I do, but it this particular ask "Thank you guys for all you do! Y'all a hero to us all! I was really craving for fics where stiles and Derek are getting married and saying vows to each other." the last update for getting married tag was 8 months ago. I'm really so so sorry that I wasn't clearer about having an update. :(

oh shit dude sorry but we only actually update if the ask includes the person asking for an update of the tag. no worries though here’s an update :))

The Way We Love Each Other by cloudyskiesandcurlyfries (1/1 | 844 | G)

All the ways Stiles and Derek love each other

D-Day by yogini (1/1 | 1,786 | PG13)

Today’s the day when Stiles and Derek are finally joined together in holy mat(e)rimony…

What could possibly go wrong?

A Wedding, a Bed, and a Bath by GingerSpice (1/1 | 1,608 | NC17)

Derek and Stiles are getting married, and the Hale House has been renovated by a very generous Lydia (and Pack). A huge bed and bath means all the happiness in the world (and very, very good sex).

The Awkward Wedding by yakka (2/7 | 5,333 | NC17)

Stiles is marrying her soulmate. Problems arise before the wedding and Derek finds himself unable to stay away from Stiles. With the wedding just hours away can they make it to the alter or will the disasters prove to much for Stiles?

Sometimes Love is Just Crayons by augopher (2/2 | 10,404 | PG13)

With their wedding only days away, Stiles helps Derek get a lot off his chest. The wedding turns out perfect, and Stiles gets a heartfelt gift from Derek.

[oldcharminghq]

Congratulations SAM! You have been accepted as PERDITA CONAN with a(n) PRIYANKA CHOPRA FC. You have 24 hours to send in your character’s account. We look forward to seeing you on the dash! @overthetopobsessed

[ishenwulf]

can i ask for a gif about caroline being the light in klaus' darkness haha idk it might need to be a gif set.

https://ishenwulf.tumblr.com/post/171317575116/youre-strong-youre-beautiful-youre-full-of There you go :D I hope it’s roughly what you pictured lol

[celestialvoid-fanfiction]

I Want to Marry Your Son

Derek’s very non-traditional, but there is one thing that he is traditional about: he has to get the Sheriff’s blessing to marry Stiles.

  For @overthetopobsessed​

insp: ‘Marry Your Daughter’ by Brian McKnight

(AO3)

 Derek drew in a deep breath, feeling his chest tighten as his heart hammered against his ribs. He sat on the old plastic chair out the front of the Sheriff’s office, his leg bouncing impatiently. He held onto a black crushed velvet box, turning it over in his hand and brushing the ball of his thumb across soft fabric.

“Derek?”

The Sheriff’s voice jolted him out of his thoughts. He turned to look at the man.

Sheriff Stilinski nodded towards his office.

Derek rose to his feet and made his way in.

The Sheriff shut the door behind him before stepping over to his desk and sitting down. “You wanted to see me?”

“Yes, sir,” Derek said, swallowing hard as he tried to calm his nerves. “I promise not to take up too much of your time and I’m still not really sure what I’m going to say, but…”

He set the black ring box down on the Sheriff’s desk.

The Sheriff leant forward and picked up the box. He opened the box, looking down at the silver ring—the band twisted into a Celtic pattern similar to triskeles and trinity knots.

The Sheriff arched his brow, looking down at the ring sceptically.

“It’s for Stiles,” Derek explained. “I’ve come to ask for your blessing. I want to marry your son.”

The Sheriff blinked in surprise but didn’t say anything.

Derek swallowed hard.

“I love him,” he continued. “He’s the only person that I have ever truly loved and I promise to love him for the rest of my life. He’s my whole world—he’s everything to me—and I want nothing more than to spend every day of the rest of eternity with him.”

The Sheriff didn’t say anything; he just sat there, taking in everything Derek was saying.

“The other day I was writing a letter to him and I realised, half way through writing it, that I was writing my vows. We’ve been together for a while now and I don’t want to lose him, I don’t ever want to let him go. I love your son, and I want to marry him.”

The Sheriff nodded slowly.

“You do realise, that Stiles would marry you with or without my blessing, right?” the Sheriff asked.

“I know,” Derek said with a breathless laugh. “But it would mean a lot to me to know that you approve of Stiles and I being together.”

“You’ve been together for three years now,” the Sheriff pointed out. “If I didn’t approve of you two being together, don’t you think I would have said something by now?”

Derek felt his cheeks burn with embarrassment.

A small smile turned up the corner of the Sheriff’s lips as he looked down at the ring.

“For better and for worse?” he asked.

“For better and for worse,” Derek promised.

The Sheriff nodded, shutting the ring box and handing it back to Derek. He opened his mouth to say something when Stiles came barrelling through the door.

Derek quickly shoved the box into his jacket pocket.

“What’s going on?” Stiles asked. He looked from Derek’s alarmed face to his dad. “He’s not in trouble, is he?”

“Not yet, he isn’t,” the Sheriff said.

Stiles let out a relieved sigh.

“Oh good.” He turned to Derek. “We should get going if we’re going to be home before the others come over for dinner.”

“Alright,” Derek said.

“Bye, Dad!” Stiles farewelled as he left the office.

“Bye, Stiles,” The Sheriff called after him. “Derek?”

“Yes?”

“Are you sure this is what you want?” he asked.

“More than anything,” Derek answered.

“Then my answer is yes,” the Sheriff said.

Derek felt a wave of relief wash over him. He let out a measured breath as a smile played across his lips. “Thank you.”

He turned back to Stiles, wrapping his arm around his boyfriend’s shoulders.

“What was that about?” Stiles asked.

“I’ll explain later.”

[celestialvoid-fanfiction]

The Sun and the Moon

Derek is the sun, Stiles is the moon; Derek is forever chasing his love, but is scared of what might happen if they collide.

  For @overthetopobsessed

 insp: ‘Send me The Moon’ by Sara Bareilles

 (You can also read it on AO3, here)

 His mother used to tell him that falling in love was like watching shooting stars fly across the night sky; beautiful, breath-taking, and so fast that if you blink or look away, you’ll miss it. She’d tell him that it’s a brief moment that can last forever if you seize the chance and watch the star, but if you miss your chance, it’s gone forever. His mum would say that love is like the night sky, it’s full of millions of stars, and you’re waiting to find the one that will take your breath away.

But he didn’t want a star, he wanted the moon. He wanted someone who was always there, someone who could light up the night and chase away the darkness.

But in a sea of millions and millions of stars, there was only one moon.

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  Derek stood on the porch of the old Hale House, the building lying in ruins behind him, the cinder, ashes, and charred woods disappearing into the darkness of the night.

He looked up at the sky, watching as the sparkling stars filled the onyx-black abyss. The full moon hung high above him, the silvery glow of its light illuminating his world. It called to him, its power filling his veins with a familiar warmth that soared through his body.

He drew in a deep breath, letting the cool night air fill his lungs.

He had long forgotten his mother’s stories about falling in love. He’d come to the conclusion that he was the sun, forever chasing his love through the sky.

That was until he met Stiles.

The morning after the full moon, he was there.

He and Scott were walking back and forth through the forest, searching the forest floor that was covered in a blanket of fallen leaves, colouring the woods with shades of orange, red, gold, burgundy and yellow. The decaying skeletal husks crackled under their feet as they bickered about finding Scott’s inhaler.

Derek lingered back, watching them from among the trees.

Stiles glanced up, something in his peripheral vision catching his eye. He turned to see a man standing among the twisted skeletons of the trees.

He tapped Scott’s shoulder, getting his attention.

Scott bolted upright, turning to look at Derek.

Derek stepped forward, his boots stirring the dry leaves as he walked over to them. But he couldn’t take his eyes off Stiles.

He was as beautiful, breath-taking and mysterious as the moon. Moles charted constellations across his skin like stars across the night sky.

Stiles bowed his head and looked away.

“What are you doing here?” Derek demanded, prying his eyes away from Stiles and looking at Scott. “This is private property.”

“I’m sorry, man,” Stiles replied. “We didn’t know.”

“We were just looking for something, but…” Scott ventured, his voice trailing off.

Derek raised his brow.

“Never mind,” Scott said. “We’ll just go.”

Derek pulled his hand out of his pocket, tossing something to Scott.

Scott caught it, blinking in surprise as he glanced down at his hand, unfurling his fingers and looking down at the inhaler.

Derek shoved his hand back into the pocket of his jacket, glancing one more time at Stiles before he turned and walked away. As he did, his mother’s words came back to him: if you miss your chance, it’s gone forever.

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  Derek was sure he’d lost Stiles after that day, but their paths kept crossing, time and time again.

Derek found himself closer and closer to Stiles.

He would have him pinned back against his bedroom door, his face inches from Stiles’ and yet, he froze. His eyes would glance from Stiles’ citrine eyes to his rosy lips, but he was scared to touch him; scared that if he came to close he’d hurt him—destroy him. He was scared Stiles’ light would fade. So he’d pull away.

Or he’s find himself pulled out of the dark abyss of unconsciousness, looking up at Stiles as a look of relief passed over the young man’s face.

Time and time again.

Stiles was there; he was always there. But Derek was always the first to pull away.

He lingered in the background of Stiles’ life like a ghost, getting close to him but never close enough to touch.

And time and time again, they would go their separate ways, and Derek would think, There goes my chance.

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  They stood out in the parking lot, the darkness of the night surrounding them and the cool air sending shivers up their spines. The streetlight hung over them, the dull glow of the old lamp fighting off the shadows of the night.

Adrenaline was slowly wearing off, their racing hearts calming as they realised their latest fight was over.

Stiles stood nearby, bathed in the silvery light of the moon. A mischievous smile lit up his face, making his dark eyes sparkle. He raked his fingers through the tousled mess of his hair, pushing it back from his face.

He looked so different from the boy Derek had seen standing in the woods all those years ago, and yet, he was just as beautiful.

The others had left; it was just the two of them in the parking lot.

“You okay?” Derek asked.

“Yeah,” Stiles replied. “You?”

Derek nodded.

“I should get going,” Stiles said, straightening himself. “My dad’s probably wondering where I am.”

Derek nodded again.

“See ya,” Stiles farewelled.

Derek turned slightly, taking a step towards his car.

He stopped, his pace faltering as his mother’s voice filled his mind: ‘If you miss your chance, it’s gone forever.’

Derek shook his head.

I can’t, he thought. I can’t let his go this time.

It was now or never.

He turned around.

“Stiles,” he called out as he stepped over to the young man’s side.

Stiles turned to face him.

Derek took Stiles’ face in his hands and brought their lips together.

Stiles tensed for a moment and Derek expected Stiles to shove him away, but he didn’t.

Stiles’ shoulders dropped as he melted into the kiss, his eyes fluttering shut and his arms looping around Derek’s shoulders and pulling him closer.

They stayed that way until their lungs burnt for air.

Derek slowly drew back from his kiss, breathless.

He drew in a deep breath, and for the first time in forever he felt like he could actually breathe. He drew in a few measured breaths, trying to calm his racing heart as he slowly opened his eyes and looked deep into Stiles’ eyes.

Stiles met his gaze, the dark brown pools of his eyes reflected the twinkling stars above them as he looked up at Derek lovingly.

“I…um, I…” Derek struggled to find his voice, to string words together.

“I like you too,” Stiles whispered, smiling as he closed the distance between them and brought their lips together again.

Stiles was his moon; his constant, his light among the darkness.

Stiles was his.

[celestialvoid-fanfiction]

The Rules: tag five or more people that you’re thankful for in your 2020, that you’re thankful exists in a world that’s hard to live in. whether that be through random reblogs on your posts, or people you have had full blown conversations with. whether it’s just seeing them on your dash, or interacting with them!

i was tagged by @evanesdust. Thank you. Consider yourself tagged back, darling, because you have been a rock for me in the mess that was my 2020.

I know everyone has had their own experiences this year and for me it’s been one of the hardest years: I lost a lot of people this year and faced many challenges that I would not have been able to get through if it weren’t for the community that you’ve all built online, both for this blog and my other blog - @imagine-sterek.

I don’t know how to pick five of you, but if you don’t see your names, just know that you still mean more to me than words can describe.

@loveyprophet, @kirjastorotta, @benaya-trash, @bilesandthesourwolf, @ajeepandleather,  @s-is-for-stiles, @mtlyfe, @overthetopobsessed​, and so many more of you.

I wish you all the very best for 2021 and thank you for helping me get through 2020--I’m not kidding when I say I wouldn’t have made it without you all.

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

I hope you're not annoyed with meeee but I just need more sterek in my life and I really love the full shift fox!stiles and full shift werewolf!derek stories and they're together too ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ may I ask for some?

AND

Heelllooo I love your page! I've read basically every fox!stiles story in your tags. Can you update the list. I prefer sterek over steter but both are good

You are definitely not bothering us @overthetopobsessed! Here’s fox!sties with full shift!Derek and all sterek. - Anastasia

packfamilymatelove by Saraste

(1/1 I 916 I Not Rated)

Stiles knew something wasn’t right after the Nogitsune was killed. He still didn’t feel human. When he wakes up later with glowing eyes and a tail, he flees, not wanting to still be possessed and with a desire to show who is in control. Months pass while the pack search for him. Stiles is losing his humanity and needs someone to save him. Will anyone get there in time?

“Stiles?” The dark haired wolf with the glowing red eyes says. Stiles knows his name, but he doesn’t know who this wolf is or why he knows his name.

He runs.

Pup & Kit by redhoodedwolf

(1/1 I 1.074 I General)

Can I get some fox!Stiles and wolf!Derek playing around together

Hide me from the world by promisingahurricane

(1/1 I 1,693 I General)

On a tour to check out a college the human of course got himself involved involuntarily in some supernatural showdown, while he was actually just trying to see how many creatures of the night lived there and if they would endanger him. They did. And voila: Fox Stiles with the ability to fully shift.

The Mysterious Story of Mieczyslaw Stilinski and His Sourwolf by SabArtFan

(2/? I 2,226 I Teen)

Mieczyslaw looked back into the rainbows eyes of Derek and a soft smile surfaced on his tiny features, followed by delighted giggles and stretched arms begging to be held. Derek felt his core melt and gave the delicate baby a rare smile, cheeks flushing with happiness. When he finally held the baby to his chest, after following the careful yet wary instructions from both mothers, he felt complete like he never had before. His worrying personality easing into peaceful contentment.

—–

Or the fic where Sterek are blissful mates since infancy, Stiles is a multi-shifter, Derek is adorable and still emotionally constipated and everything should be fine but then obviously drama happens.

Don’t Leave Me by Mr_Carrot

(2/? I 2,723 I Mature I Rape)

The Stilinskis’ were on an airplane to Beacon Hills to visit Stiles’ grandparents on his 8th birthday, but he was the only person out of the entire plane who made it. He was taken in by his grandparents, but they died when he was 10. That was six years ago. He is now sixteen years old, adopted by the “not so kind” Theo Raeken. When he finally escapes, he finds his knight in shining armour.

The Alpha’s Fox by orphan_account

(2/? I 2,832 I Explicit)

The leaves were muted and lifeless when the fox was given to him. It was tradition, he knew, for the coming of age Alpha to get a foxling from the rest of the forest—as a thank you for the protection the Alpha would surely give the rest of the forest from humans and other threats.

Or the one where werefox!Stiles is given to Derek for protection.

Seamless by iamfrenchy

(1/1 I 4,201 I General)

It feels odd, my bones when I’m away from him. It feels like my anxiety and ADHD gets worse when he isn’t close by and I can’t seem to understand why he makes me feel calm until I can feel him.

Or the one that sterek are mates and they love each other on top of all of the crazy that happens.

You Made Your Choice by AsYourFleshBurns

(3/? I 9,541 I Mature I Girl!Stiles)

The choice should’ve been obvious. It was either some girl he’d just met a day earlier or the girl who’s been his best friend for over 10 years. A hunter who’d end up getting him killed, or Stiles-who’d been helping him with his transformation since day one and risked getting killed to help him. It was a simple choice. Yet he still made the wrong one.

Call of the wild by Fox_Pause

(16/? I 20,553 I Not Rated I MCD)

Running through the dense forest had been Stiles’ favorite thing to do ever since he was turned some time ago. He loves the way the wind rushes through his fur and he loves the feeling of his paws scraping against the ground. He just didn’t enjoy it so much when the hunters are hot on his tail.

The Fox & The Wolf by Dexterous_Sinistrous

(10/10 I 79,151 I Explicit)

The war between the fox and wolf clans has raged for centuries, ignited in a time before anyone can remember. Now both clans—tired of the bloodshed and hate—are searching for a way to end the war.

Crowned prince Stiles Stilinski—heir to the fox clan—has agreed with his father to meet with the Hales, the ruling royal family over the wolf clan. Under the counseling of the Druids, both clans are presented with a solution to the war: unite the Stilinski and Hale clans through marriage. To quell their people’s anger, both Stiles and Derek—eldest living Hale Alpha—are urged to accept the other as an equal; as their mate.

For the sake of their people, both houses make the ultimate sacrifice by choosing duty over love. But, out of what was first assumed to be compromised, quickly turns to be a better match than either could have hoped for. But not all is easy for either clan, as some members refuse to believe that the war could end so easily.

Do Not Go Gentle by MojoFlower

(29/? I 108,021 I Explicit I Rape)

Derek Hale, Beacon Hills Alpha, is thrown into a dark cell which already contains another captive. Someone quite young. Someone who’s clearly been badly treated. Someone who cannot speak and who has a cruel collar around his neck.

Derek is both a Dom and an Alpha. What do you think he’ll do?

[exhuastedpigeon]

Hey again, Hannah! I don't mean to bother you, but I know your a big sterek fan and I really wouldn't wanna ask anyone else but what are you absolute FAVOURITE Derek POV fics cause most fics are written in Stiles' POV and I know you have great taste in fics!!! P.S hope you don't hate me for asking again!!

Sorry this one took a little longer because I have a few of Derek POV bookmarked but not all my favorites.

i don’t believe in fairy tales (but i believe in you and me) by callunavulgariExplicitWords: 3,411Derek scrolls to the next picture. Stops. Blinks.

For a moment, they just freeze. He can see Stiles’ hand hesitating just next to his out of the corner of his eye, stopped mid-air, like he was reaching to take the phone back. Stiles’ heart is loud — so fucking loud — in the quiet of the loft, drowning out Derek’s own heartbeat and the many varied sounds coming in through the cracked window.

“So,” Stiles says, voice wobbly and pitched high in what’s probably mortification. “That’s my penis.”

Like James Dean, Only Sadder by 42hrbTeen Words: 3,809The star of the Beacon Hills High School baseball team and Beacon Hills resident bad boy probably have nothing in common, right?

Relationship Status: It’s complicated by kellifer_fic MutualWords: 4,010Okay, I know this is a huge stretch for you, but can you please pretend you’re like, into me?

Stumble, Tumble, Fall by keskasiTeenWords: 7,449Stiles and Parrish are friends. And then Derek and Parrish are friends, and Derek is buying furniture from IKEA and calling the Sheriff John, and that’s even more confusing.

A Love Like Religion by alisvolatpropiis Explicit Words: 10,696 “Derek, my man, you missed an epic party on Saturday. Seriously, dude, I know morning Mass is like, your thing, but come on. You’re missing on out so much life has to offer, bro.”

Big hands land on shoulders with a thump and a squeeze while Derek stands at his locker, loading his gigantic calculus book into his backpack. He gives his best friend a practiced sidelong glare, which of course just encourages him. “You’ll change your mind when I tell you who sucked me off in Lydia Martin’s bedroom,” Stiles snickers into his ear. 

Despite himself, Derek is curious. He tries to hide it by focusing on his books, but he knows the heat in his cheeks betrays him. “Who,” he asks, giving in, knowing he will eventually.

Maybe Someday (I’ll Be Home For Next Year) by ofherlionheartTeenWords: 16,364AKA, the Grandma Stilinski fic. Derek Hale meets a Mabel Stilinski while living in New York. He learns that she has a grandson. There are miscommunications, scarves, stealth-matchmaking plans, and cookies. Many, many cookies.

Not Quite Lost (Not Quite Found) by alocalbandExplicitWords: 25,025A year after the nogitsune is defeated, Derek is living a quiet life in the mountains above a small town in Colorado.Then Stiles shows up.

Your Lifelong Membership is Free by minusonedayExplicitWords: 28,544Uncle Peter’s spent years regaling Derek with tales of his time as President of the Alphas. Derek’s paid close attention, because Peter’s stint as President is a pretty comprehensive guide on ‘How to Successfully Run a Fraternity into the Ground,’ so Derek plans to do the opposite of what Peter did.

***A Derek POV to There is a Brotherhood. In which Derek’s life is hard

Tore a Line in the Sun by stilinskiTeenWords: 44,929  "If you’re watching this, you’re probably some kind of sentient life form responding to my distress call – well, it’s not really an official distress call because, well, the hardware for that is kind of crushed, but I’m definitely in distress, so that should probably count for something.“  

The young man on the screen sighs and rubs his face, jerking his hand away with a hiss. He’s bleeding, Derek realises: there’s a gash across his brow and the knuckles of both hands are bruised and bloody, and that’s only what he can make out between the cracks in the glass and the frame of the camera.

tide pulls from the moon by paintedrecsMatureWords: 45,258When Derek left Beacon Hills, finally ripping the tether free and remembering how to breathe, how to live again, it was Stiles who came after him. Stiles, who showed up at his door with blazing eyes, looking like he wanted to punch him in the face, but wrapping his arms around him instead, making him grunt in surprise at the raw strength of his embrace.

“You asshole,” Stiles said, slapping him heartily on the back as he extricated himself, his voice rough under his bright smile. “You couldn’t have made yourself harder to find, could you?”

WIPs (because @leslieknopeismyspiritanimal​ is a treasure and this fic is too good to not put on here)The Payoff Pitch by Leslie_KnopeExplicitCurrent Word Count: 34,994 Chapters: 5/12Derek is on the cusp of his second season with the LA Dodgers, and as the reigning runner-up Rookie of the Year, the pressure’s on him to become the team’s star pitcher and lead them to the playoffs for the first time in five years. He’s trying to deal with the burden of expectations and really has zero desire to spend any extra time or energy on anything that isn’t baseball.

But then he meets Stiles.