#hale pack drabble

[celestialvoid-fanfiction]

Ground Rules

Derek is leaving town for three days. He has to lay down some rules for the pack. [AO3]

The pack were gathered in the sunken lounge room of the loft. Cora had claimed the only arm chair, sitting with her legs over one armrest. Erica, Lydia and Allison sat on the couch, Isaac sitting on the floor at their feet while Scott and Boyd stood, leaning against the back of the couch and talking quietly with the others. Stiles laid on the floor beside Cora’s armchair, his arms flailing as he talked.

“Alright, listen up,” Derek called out.

The pack straightened up and turned to their alpha, alert and attentive. Stiles stayed prone, but his arms stilled and fell to his sides, the only sign he was listening.

“I’m going to be out of town for three days,” Derek announced. “So, let’s go over the ground rules.”

There was a collective groan of protest from the group.

“If you didn’t break them, I wouldn’t have to repeat them every time.”

The room fell quiet as the pack reluctantly listened.

“No adding to the population, no subtracting from the population,” Derek said, shooting a glare at his sister to drive home his point. “Do not end up in the hospital, newspapers or jail. If you do end up in jail—”

“Assert dominance,” the pack said simultaneously.

“What? No!” Derek objected, his eyes wide with shock and horror.

The pack were quiet for a moment.

“You call me and I will send the money to bail you out,” Derek told them. He closed his eyes, letting out a heavy sigh before adding, “And don’t use your one phone call to order pizza.”

“Who would do that?” Boyd asked, his brow furrowed in confusion.

Hands shot up around the room.

“My dad’s the sheriff, he knows who to call to get us out of trouble,” Stiles argued. “Meanwhile, I was hungry.”

“And don’t even think about trying to repeat what you did last time,” Derek said through gritted teeth, shooting a fierce glare at Erica and Stiles—or at least at where Stiles laid on the floor—knowing it was their idea.

Isaac looked puzzled. “What happened last time?”

“We had a competition to see who could break the most rules the fastest,” Erica explained.

“It was stupid,” Boyd said. At the same time, Cora asked, “Who won?”

Stiles’ hand shot up as he very proudly declared, “I did!”

“That’s not something to be proud of,” Derek said, exasperated.

Derek let out a heavy sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Please, just this once, can you follow the rules?”

The pack mumbled in agreement.

“Thank you,” Derek sighed with relief, although there was a part of him that didn’t believe them. He threw the strap of his duffle bag over his shoulder. “I’ll see you in three days.”

[jade-bright]

Adding to my Sterek Queen Charlotte au (lowkey, more like Royalty au), because almost everytime I read a merthur fic that mentions Ygraine de Bois' Sigil i think of this...

After some time, when their marriage starts to be something more than an arranged marriage, Stiles starts to call Derek by terms of endearments and nicknames: love, dear, sourwolf, etc., and telling Derek that he loves him and kissing him outside of when it may be required of them to kiss.

And Derek returns his feelings of course! Anytime they kiss, Stiles has to be the one to separate them, because if it were up to Derek, he wouldn't end it for anything or anyone but Stiles.

So yes, Derek loves his husband very much, but at the same time, he hates that they're already married because although they actually like each other now and tell each other that they love the other, Derek doesn't feel like it's enough, he almost wishes they weren't married just so he could properly propose to Stiles.

Inspiration strikes one day. Derek goes to his mother and requests to have their family's sigil on a pendant to give to Stiles. Talia happily fulfills his request [cause I don't want to make her a meanie to Stiles like George's mom was to Charlotte]. Now there are two ways I think things could go once Derek is given the sigil:

He sets up a whole day just for him and Stiles, has his favorite breakfast made, has some quality cuddle time together (or whatever) takes him out to have a picnic and then gifts him the sigil explaining what it represents and what it means to everyone else, and what it'll mean to Derek if Stiles chooses to accept, orrr

Derek goes immediately running to find Stiles and once he does, doesn't explain, doesn't say anything else but, "Will you marry me?"

Obviously, in either scenario Stiles accepts, although he wants a little bit of an explanation afterwards in the second one. From then on, like with everything else Derek gives him *cough*hickeys*cough*, Stiles proudly wears the Hale's sigil everyday, which makes all the Hales, especially Derek, very happy to know and see.

[sapphireginger]

Pack Mama

AO3 Link

Stiles had always considered himself pack mom but one night, when everyone thanked Melissa for dinner, they called her Mama McCall. 

Stiles felt he had been doused with a bucket of ice water. He considered the pack his pups and Derek his mate, but they didn’t call him mom.

He quietly cleaned up after dinner, his heart heavy, his mind buzzing. The spark quickly dampened his emotions. He didn’t want anyone to know how hurt he was. It wasn’t a big deal anyway. He went to bed early and was sure no one suspected a thing. 

Someone must’ve caught onto how he was feeling despite his efforts. When Mother’s Day rolled around, there were four people who received cards and gifts, Melissa, Natalie, Talia and—“Happy Mother’s Day, Mama Stiles!” the pack cheered. 

Stiles opened his cards and gifts with happy tears in his eyes. He had always been a caregiver and nurturer. They all knew that and refused to let him think he wasn’t their pack mama just like Derek was their pack papa. 

“Love you, pups,” Stiles whispered. 

They all crowded around him, pulling him into a puppy pile, returning his love ten fold. “We love you too!”

[undercoverbastard]

Yea... I know

Everyone wordlessly glanced between one another. Derek was the only one to hold his gaze on Stiles. Not once had the boy seemed upset or fearful. He was confused when Peter first came in, anxious when they were trekking through the woods, but never upset or fearful. And Derek was hopeful that was a good sign.

“Us, my family, we’re…” Talia began, shifting a bit nervously. An introduction to the idea of werewolves never came out like this, it wasn’t shared in such a rushed fashion - even she, as alpha, was grappling a bit on how to best proceed.

“We’re werewolves,” Derek quietly finished once he realized his mother was a bit lost on how to direct the conversation.

OR: a fic that kinda got dragged out in some aspects, has no real plot points, features a semi-sorta magic!Stiles, a semi-off-brand Soulmate Thing going on, and mostly just gentle feels bc I thought we all deserved a reprieve from Depression Fests

Archive of Our Own Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42346869

“Settle down, settle down,” came the tired voice.

Derek leaned back into his seat, spreading his legs and getting as comfortable as one could in a school desk. It was his last period of the day and he was itching for it to be over. He wanted to get home and just run.

It had been one of those days. One of those days where he constantly felt on edge. One of those days where he felt like he struggled to keep his wolf at the back of his mind, constantly feeling it claw at his skin, begging to just give in and let go.

So all he could think of as Ms. Adams tiredly went through roll call was how he planned on getting home and running until the moon was high in the sky and his lungs were on the verge of collapsing. A promising afternoon, if you asked Derek.

“Alright, now that that’s out the way, let’s get down to business,” Ms. Adams said coolly, moving to sit on the edge of her desk and face her class.

“I’m sure some of you may have been warned by my other periods but I’m going to lay it all out so there’s no question. For the next three weeks, you all will be working on a partner project,” she began. And already, several people were groaning. Others seemed quite pleased at the prospect of working with friends or splitting their work, but the overall reactions were split.

“Oh come on! You all are in AP Art History! None of you had to be here and all of you knew that meant going the extra mile - I don’t want any complaints.” Ms. Adams's retort came with narrowed eyes and a sharpened tone at the end. Which, fair, AP Art History was a class only taken by those who enjoyed art, needed to bulk their GPA for college, or were in desperate need to fill their schedules (usually settling on regular art or trying to TA for a teacher was the first choice, but when those options ran thin students sought out the easiest class with the nicest teacher - enter Ms. Adams who somehow scrounged together enough students for three periods of AP Art History!).

While some students mumbled and chatted amongst themselves, Derek frowned quietly to himself and tried to focus on what his teacher said, mentally taking note of things she said and wrote on the board in between.

Overall, the assignment didn’t sound hard. The museum downtown was having an exhibit on display for the next couple of weeks centering around historic art forms which displayed a variety of different art - paintings, drawings, sculptures, 3D models - all of which talked about the beginning of art expression and how it evolved. Each major evolution offered insight into some of the most notable artists while in between those there were examples of smaller incremental developments.

Art was subjective, and as it grew, it becomes more difficult to chart a singular growth pattern. But this exhibit focused on the overall widespread evolution of artistic expression - an ideal topic for Art History. So when the exhibit happened to make a stop at Beacon Hills’ own museum for a short time, Ms. Adams couldn’t not take advantage of the opportunity.

“Okay! Simple enough, right? Nothing too terrible! And the only reason this is a three-week project is because one, that’s how long the exhibit will be here. Two, the majority of this project will have to be done outside of class for obvious reasons,” their teacher continued, “Now, here’s the part you all may hate me for - I’ll be assigning your partners.”

This properly upset the entire class, a chorus of groans and quiet pleas could be heard, all of which fell on deaf ears, of course.

“Alright, please listen for your names to be called. I will allow the rest of the period today for you all to get to know your partner, figure out a schedule of when will be best to meet, and look up the exhibit so you can get an idea of how you’d like to approach your projects!”

Derek had zoned out at this. He wasn’t all that concerned. While he had to work with someone else, they could more than likely visit the exhibit once or twice over the weekend and then figure out time after class a few days over the next couple of weeks. He was already planning out how to minimize time with whoever he was stuck with when his attention snapped back to the front.

“Thatcher and Brown… Cromwell and Langley… Hale and Stilinski…”

At this, Derek’s eyes snapped up, widening slightly. Oh god, anyone but-

“Hey, partner!” Stiles grinned, already sliding into the vacant seat next to Derek - which, huh, when did the girl next to him even move?

“Uh… hi,” Derek responded, giving a stiff nod. He could’ve dealt with anyone else. Anyone else but Stiles. The boy next to him had plagued him since the start of high school and Derek had made it his life’s mission to avoid the boy at all turns.

At first, he assumed it was just a little crush, an attraction to the pale boy with too long of limbs, too soft of lips, and beauty marks for days. But then the smell - dear god, the boy’s smell was intoxicating.

Derek had to avoid the boy to make sure he didn’t lose control. And the worst part was Derek didn’t even know why! Sure, the boy was cute, but this level of attraction was uncalled for. Thus, avoidance. Because why face your problems when you can hide from them in the locker room?

“Uh… so,” Stiles said, clearing his throat and breaking the silence which- shit, it had been quiet for too long hadn’t it? Fuck, Derek thought, already off to a bad start. “I have lacrosse practice Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays. And I know basketball usually does Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, right?”

Shit, Derek closed his eyes, so after school in the library was already off the table.

“So I was thinking we could just meet up after practice one day and then hit up the museum this weekend? I don’t have any games this weekend and I don’t remember seeing any on the calendar for basketball…” Stiles began mumbling, a blush rising to his cheeks.

“Uh, no… no games this weekend for me either,” Derek confirmed, his eyes now glued to the table in front of him. Maybe if he avoided Stiles’ eyes he could maintain his control… maybe.

“Great! So uh… how about Friday? We can meet up after my practice on Friday since we can go a bit later and not worry about, ya know, homework and… uh, school. And then meet up Saturday for the museum!” Stiles offered, offering Derek a small grin. He looked so eager to get Derek’s approval and even though Derek could smell the hesitancy rolling off the boy in waves, he couldn’t help but melt just a bit at his eagerness.

“Yea, yea, that sounds good,” Derek nodded. Dear lord, this is going to be a disaster…

+ . + . +

The rest of the week flew by. AP Art History continued as normal, a couple of days were split to allow for students to pair off and work out plans, project outlines, and so on, but it all seemed low-level and passed in a blur.

So when Stiles didn’t move after the last bell rang, eyebrows raised in question, Derek was at a loss. He wasn’t sure what the boy asked and was stumped by what was going on. Which must have shown.

“Your.. address? So I can come by later?” Stiles asked, a bit hesitantly. “I would offer to do it at my place but my dad’s off work tonight and he’s got this case and… yea, he hasn’t looked away from it in three days, the dining table is covered, and it’s just kind of crazy. We’d either get our heads bit off for making too much noise or we’d get no work done because my old man would try to distract himself by asking about the project and just… yea, it’d be easier to not do it at my place,” Stiles rambled, his hands splaying out and moving a bit frantically as he tried to explain himself.

Derek frowned slightly, not too keen on having Stiles at his house. His parents were already fairly hesitant about people coming over at times but Derek also couldn’t deny the bright-eyed boy next to him. Not only did it sound like his house was hectic as fuck currently but it was also the least Derek could offer after Stiles had spearheaded their entire project, laying everything out to the point all Derek had to do was get a few decent pictures and fill in the blanks.

Derek hadn’t purposefully neglected his share of the planning, but Stiles was so energetic and excited by his own ideas and Derek was never good at interjecting… or talking… in general.

“Oh, uh, yea! No, yea, that’s… fine,” Derek stammered, nodding as he grabbed a pen. “Here, this is my address.” With that, Derek quickly scribbled out his address on a blank Post-It he had inside his notebook, passing it off to Stiles.

“Awesome! So uh, 7? That okay? Practice ends at 5:30, I should shower after so you don’t have to deal with all… that! And then some cushion for drive time?” Stiles asked, a bright smile taking up his face as he confirmed.

Derek barely got a nod out before Stiles was scrambling out of his desk, giving a hurried excuse of practice and a rushed farewell before he was racing out of the classroom. And all Derek could do was sigh and tip his head back, staring at the ceiling for a minute. This project might just kill him.

+.+.+

Derek was sitting at the dining table, flicking through the outline for their project, a gallery of photos featuring the art exhibit on his laptop next to him. He was trying to plan out which pieces he wanted to get photos of and making notes of what pieces and artists they should look up later.

While Derek’s mom wasn’t too pleased with the idea of someone essentially unknown coming into their home, she gave into her motherly side after hearing about Stiles’ dad. She assured Derek it was fine and made her son promise to have him and his friend join them for dinner before working on their project.

Just before 7 o’clock, Derek could hear the tell-tale sound of crunching gravel and the grumble of a slightly too old engine approaching the house. Within a few minutes, a knock was ringing out and Derek was opening the door to see a still dripping, flushed Stiles - crooked grin widespread on his face.

“Hey, man! Sorry, it took so long, I tried to rush through a shower but Coach decided we didn’t suffer enough today and made us run suicides before leaving,” Stiles apologized, his fingers carding through his hair to try and push it into place and ring out some of the excess water. “He also had us do a ‘Bonding Excerisze’ and we had to compliment each other while doing suicides which… was harder than the suicides. Seriously, who has anything good to say about Jackson?”

Stiles grimaced and shook his head, stepping inside while he rambled. Derek couldn’t help but let his lips quirk up at the mention of Jackson. He was a piece of work, Derek couldn’t argue with that.

“It’s fine,” Derek assured, closing the door and leading Stiles inside, “And uh, I hope you don’t mind, but my mom said she wanted you to join us for dinner before we got to work.” Derek blushed ever so slightly at this, ducking his head. Stiles simply smiled and nodded his assent. “Yeah, dude, that sounds great! I can always eat.”

With that, the two boys went into the dining room, joining the rest of the Hale family as they bustled around. Derek put away his work for the time being, grabbing plates to set the table with Cora.

Soon, dinner was in full swing, Stiles seemingly melding into the chaos seamlessly. Cora and Laura had teased him about his shirt and memories of stunts in school, their dad had asked him about school and his classes, and their mom insisted on him having seconds - it was all easy and comfortable, Stiles’ laughter mixing with Derek’s family’s laughter and the conversation seemingly constant and easy going. Derek stayed mostly quiet, trying to remind himself not to lean in too close, or stare too long, forcing away his desires to just stare and gape and simmer in all that was Stiles.

Almost too soon, the activities ended, Talia - Derek’s mom - and Jonathan - Derek’s dad - were grabbing leftovers and clearing the table. “Oh, I can help with the dishes! It’s only fair since you cooked and dealt with me all night,” Stiles quickly offered, moving to stand and reach out to take the dishes from Talia, a small smile on his lips.

“You really don’t have to-” Derek quickly interjected, but Stiles waved him away.

“Nah, really, I don’t mind! I wasn’t raised by wolves, it’s the least I can do and my dad would kill me if he knew I didn’t lend a hand,” Stiles joked, moving to take the dishes to the sink. Everyone seemed to minutely freeze at his comment, eyes darting around, before awkwardly pressing forward.

However quick the pause was, it was still noticeable. An air of nerves and embarrassment came rolling off Stiles as he spluttered momentarily. “Oh, I uh, I didn’t mean- I’m sorry, that was rude- I was just-” Stiles stuttered out, a blush rising to his cheeks and down his neck.

Talia quickly waved it off, shaking her head. “No, no - you’re just being polite, sweetheart. And it’s appreciated. You can go ahead and rinse those off and just put them in the dishwasher,” she soothed him, smiling reassuringly. Derek couldn’t help but soften at the interaction, enjoying the compassion and love his alpha was showing Stiles. Talia’s hand gently cupped Stiles’ shoulder and Stiles’ smile seemed to be one of shock and appreciation, his eyes darting to the hand on his shoulder almost fondly.

It was almost too much for Derek. 

But of course, all good things must come to an end. And in Derek’s case, they came to a horrifyingly abrupt, painful end.

It was within a split second that the easy, playful conversation between his family and Stiles that everyone seemed to tense, senses on edge. Derek had been so wrapped up in the moment that he almost didn’t understand why the room was suddenly filled with a sense of dread, that is until he caught a whiff of his uncle. And then sight of him.

Peter Hale came barreling into the house through the back door, eyes shining gold, fangs out, claws out, and reeking of desperation and fear. Before Talia or anyone else could start to question him or harp him for coming into the house in such a state, his words were rushed out.

“It- It’s Luna, we can’t find her! We went for a run before coming back and-” Peter started, a frenzied look taking over his face. At this, everyone seemed to launch into motion.

“Where did you last see her?” Talia asked, abandoning the leftovers on the counter and already moving to step outside. Peter began explaining where they last were in the preserve before he lost sight of his daughter. Derek and the others were so caught up in the commotion and the dread of a pack member being in trouble that no one spared a second thought to Stiles who stood a bit shocked at the sink, unsure what to do.

Without another thought, Talia and Peter took off into the woods. Jonathan turned to his children, pausing for a moment before launching into directives. “Laura, go check the creek - if she fell in it could be why Peter had so much trouble finding her scent. Cora, check the end of the drive and the tree line, if Luna did get lost she would probably try to find her way out of the woods first. And Derek-” Jonathan paused, eyes bugging out slightly as he caught sight of Stiles, the gangly boy hesitantly stepping through the back door and peering at the gathered family.

“Derek, keep an eye on Stiles until your mother gets back,” Jonathan finished a bit wearily. The realization of what just hit all four of the Hales, all of their eyes snapping to Stiles instantly.

With nods and murmurs of acknowledgment, they all parted. Derek turned to Stiles, hesitant and unsure of what to say. His apprehension for the boy became 10x more intense, afraid of what the boy would say or do. To his surprise, Stiles was the first to speak - and it wasn’t at all what he thought he’d open with.

“Luna? Is that... Is that your uh, cousin or something? Should we help them?” Stiles asked hesitantly, his eyes darting around to look around the treeline, assessing the situation.

Derek looked at the boy in front of him a bit dumbly, unsure how to respond.

“Did anyone go to the cover near your driveway? I know your dad mentioned a creek, but I remember there being a couple of coves in the hill where your driveway is - there’s a small creek thing there. It would be the perfect place for someone to hide, or get swept up in,” he continued, nodding towards one end of the tree line.

All Derek could do was slowly nod, jerking his head to the side to lead Stiles to the exact place he was talking about.

In a bit of desperation to find his cousin mixed with a continuous thrum of anxiety about Stiles’ reaction, Derek darted off towards the rocky hillside with the covers. Stiles was barely keeping up, stumbling a bit as they ran over tree roots and fallen branches.

When they approached the beginning of the small creek feeding into the mouth of the first cover, Derek slowed, lifting his nose to scent the air. But it was so muddled. He could smell faint traces of all his pack members throughout the woods, he could smell the numerous scents of the animals that passed through the creek and had at one point made the coves their own home. He could smell Luna but it was so muddled and muted he couldn’t tell if it was new or fading.

Stiles opened his mouth to say something, but Derek put a hand up, hearing a whine and a sniffle. “Wait... I think I hear Luna,” Derek mumbled. The two boys inched closer to the cove, peering in, but they saw nothing. Derek slightly deflated, but then there was another whine, a broken cry.

Moving deeper into the carved-out cove of rock, Derek tried to hone in on the sound. The rush of water around his feet and the echoing of sounds in the space made it difficult, but he realized the sound was coming from a back corner of the space, hidden behind clusters of rocks. “Luna,” Derek tentatively called.

“Der… Derek,” came a quiet, pitiful response. Luna’s voice sounded tight, her voice thin and quiet as if she was physically unable to speak any louder without falling apart. Derek darted down, kneeling in front of a small opening at the base of two rocks that leaned against the side of the cover. The rocks seemed as if they had previously been a part of the top of the cover, having fallen and covered a small hollowed-out section in the back of the cove.

Derek tried to squeeze in, his arms getting caught and refusing movement past a foot. He groaned, determined to make himself collapse into the space to get to his cousin.

“Derek, let me,” Stiles soothed, pulling gently at the larger boy’s shoulder. Derek pulled back, eyeing Stiles wearily before nodding slowly, moving away to let him in. Stiles, in all his sharp-angled, narrow-shaped glory, slid himself into the opening, shimmying his legs and hips as he squirmed half on his left arm and with his hip as he disappeared out of sight.

Derek strained to listen, making sure they both weren’t stuck now.

“Hi, Luna. I’m Stiles. Are you stuck?” 

“...ye-yes. I was chasing a- A-” the small voice quivered, on the verge of breaking apart once more.

“Hey, hey. That’s not important now. Just tell me where you’re caught,” Stiles said softly. Derek leaned into the hole, wanting desperately to get closer, to help. His nerves were off the chart knowing not only Luna was in pain and stuck but that Stiles could also now be hurt and or stuck.

���My leg. I slipped on the water. There was another hole but when I slipped I got caught and the rock was too heavy to move and I couldn't-” Luna broke off once more, a sob spilling from her lips.

“We’ll get you out in no time!” Stiles assured gently.

Derek pressed into the opening, trying to catch sight of either Stiles or Luna, but only catching glimpses of Stiles' feet, still sideways as he laid on his side in the opening. He finally backed up, trying to allow Stiles room to move if needed, but kept his eyes as tuned in as possible to the two just a few feet away.

Several minutes passed, soft cries from Luna and the shifting of rock, and gentle reassurances from Stiles were the only sounds Derek could hear. Soon after the sliding and grinding of rock was heard, Derek watched Stiles wiggle his legs back out of the entrance. Derek grabbed at his leg, gently pulling it and helping guide him out.

When Stiles appeared again, he had a small girl wrapped around his torso tightly. Luna had his arms clung around the boy’s neck, her head tucked tightly under his chin, her one leg wrapped around Stiles’ hip and stomach while the other - still bloody and cut up from the rock - stuck out as straight as possible, following the line of Stiles’ body.

Stiles had one arm tightly wrapped around the girl, the other was pinned between his side and the ground, his hand tried to prop up Luna’s hurt leg while he used his elbow and forearm to push their bodies along the floor and out the hole. Stiles had attempted to make the two of them as small as possible, making the squeeze through the opening even harder than the first time. But he did it with a level of grace Derek had never seen the younger boy possess. And sure, Stiles came out with a few scrapes of his own along his arms, hands, and cheek, but it was still one of the most graceful actions Derek witnessed of anyone.

“Got her,” Stiles breathed as he shifted to his back just outside of the opening. Luna stayed clinging to Stiles and Stiles closed his eyes for a second as he heaved in a deep breath. “Oh god, let’s get back to your house, I’m freezing,” Stiles suddenly hissed, shifting up to a proper sitting position as quickly as he could. Both the boys seemed to just now realize that the water from the creek filled up the first few inches of the cove’s floor and Stiles was now properly soaked from crawling around on the ground.

Derek helped Stiles stand and tried to remove Luna, who whimpered pitifully and only tightened her grip on the gangly boy instead. Stiles gasped gently, casting a smile towards Derek that was both apologetic and bordering on a slight grimace. “For the sake of my ribs and lungs, I think we should let her stay where she is for now, dude.”

The trio made the trek back to the house. As they came into sight, Derek caught sight of Laura and Cora who immediately latched onto the three moving towards them, running up to inspect the scene.

“Oh thank god!” Laura exclaimed, her hands gently ghosting over Luna, eyes tracing over the girl as if to confirm it was indeed her there and not another lost child from the woods. “Get them inside,” Laura ushered, pushing Stiles and Luna towards the house, eyes staying on Derek as she spoke.

Once Derek got Stiles and Luna inside and closed the door, he heard Laura’s call into the woods, her howl was quiet and subdued, not one of warning or distress but instead one of calling. Cora had disappeared down the hall, presumably to look for towels.

“Thank you,” Derek quietly whispered, his hand coming up to cup the back of Stiles’ neck, meeting the other boy’s eyes. Derek hoped the other could understand the sincerity and openness he tried to convey in that one look. The deep appreciation. Stiles simply nodded, a shiver running down his spine as he offered an awkward half-smile.

The moment was quickly broken as the back door slammed open, the rest of the Hale family spilling in. Peter Hale and his wife - Gloria Hale - zeroed in on the wet, shaking mass in Stiles’ arms. Talia, Jonathan, and Laura lingered at the sides, taking in the scene.

“Luna!” Peter croaked, lurching forward. Luna looked up from Stiles’ neck, her wide eyes filled with tears and a small sob falling from her lips. She loosely detached herself from Stiles and allowed herself to be pulled into an embrace by her father.

The next few minutes were filled with consoling and half-asked questions. Peter and Gloria checked over their child, fretting over the blood and (healing) cuts on her leg. Talia moved forward only to cup the back of Luna’s neck and offer a gentle squeeze before moving back once more, the need to comfort the girl and ensure she was okay being filled by the small action enough.

It wasn’t until Peter and Gloria finished fretting over Luna and Cora had reemerged with towels that everyone turned their attention back to Stiles. The boy smiled at them all nervously, shivering as he tightened his grip on the towel.

“We need to have a... Talk, Stiles,” Talia started, gently guiding the boy into the living room. Derek trailed closely behind, immediately grabbing the first available blanket to wrap around Stiles’ shoulders as he took a seat on a couch. Stiles threw the dark-haired boy a grateful smile as he pulled the blanket around him snuggly.

“First, we want to thank you for helping find Luna. We cannot thank you enough or repay you for your kindness,” Talia began, exhaling afterward. “Second, I think you deserve an explanation of all that happened tonight.”

Everyone wordlessly glanced between one another. Derek was the only one to hold his gaze on Stiles. Not once had the boy seemed upset or fearful. He was confused when Peter first came in, anxious when they were trekking through the woods, but never upset or fearful. And Derek was hopeful that was a good sign.

“Us, my family, we’re…” Talia began, shifting a bit nervously. An introduction to the idea of werewolves never came out like this, it wasn’t shared in such a rushed fashion - even she, as alpha, was grappling a bit on how to best proceed.

“We’re werewolves,” Derek quietly finished once he realized his mother was a bit lost on how to direct the conversation. Talia snapped her eyes at him, a moment of surprise that her son spoke up, but nodded.

Stiles shifted beside Derek, a frown gracing his features as he looked up at Derek. A confused look crossed his eyes as he gently shook his head.

“Yea… I know,” Stiles spoke slowly. At this, the boy turned his gaze to look across the others spread across the living room. “I… have known. I thought you guys realized that? I thought that’s why my 'raised by wolves' comment was taken so badly - foot-in-mouth moment and all..?”

Everyone, once again, froze up. Clearly, no one was aware of Stiles’ in on this topic.

“You.. knew?” Derek asked weakly, his brows drawing in. Stiles simply nodded, shrugging.

“I mean, your wolves are kind of a part of you. It’s hard to ignore them wrapping around you,” Stiles shrugged as if that was obvious.

“Our wolves? What… What are you talking about?” Derek asked, his eyebrows drawing further in. Nothing the amber-eyed boy was saying made a lick of sense. Had he seen them all shifted before? But he said wrapped around… that’s… that’s not right.

Derek focused his gaze to look Stiles head-on, hoping to find some sort of answer. Instead, Derek saw Stiles’ eyes - his once warm, dark amber eyes - shining a bright silver-y color that ebbed at emeralds throughout. It was like a light in the dark, a spotlight that Derek was stuck in.

“What are you?” Talia asked cautiously, causing Stiles to snap his eyes towards her and offer an apologetic smile, the light from his eyes dimming and flickering out until the warm amber irises returned once more.

“Think of me as a messenger of the woods. I’m fae - connected to the earth,” Stiles explained. At this, Luna finally lifted her head, her mouth twitching into a small smile. “He moved the rock, daddy, he moved it just by touching it,” she offered, tugging gently at Peter’s shirt. Stiles smiled at her, offering a small nod.

“And you’ve known about us all this time?” Jonathan quipped, leaning forward in curiosity

At this, Stiles laughed. “I’m connected to you - all of you. I can feel all of the supernatural here. I thought you guys knew,” Stiles nodded, “it’s why I thought you avoided me.” The last part was murmured quietly, directed at Derek.

At this Derek blushed, ducking his head down low. “Uh, no… no that’s not why,” he muttered.

“Ah, well, we should give you two some time to talk. And I’ll go find you both some new clothes, you both look like you went for an evening swim,” Talia huffed, quickly ushering the others out of the room with her. She could sense the need for a deep talk and she for one did not want to be a part of that awkward engagement (she knew her son well enough to know it would be painful to some degree).

As the others cleared out, Derek grabbed Stilles’ hand, directing him to the porch. Hopefully, his family couldn’t hear everything they said (or they would at least pretend to not hear it, he hoped).

Before Derek could begin to (painfully) explain why he had been avoiding Stiles, the other boy rushed out, “I’m sorry.” At this, Derek quirked an eyebrow.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t… I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I thought you knew and I thought you were weirded out because of, uh… of the connection. But now I realize you were uncomfortable because you could just sense my uh... Attraction, to you, and since you don’t know me, that was probably really weird and-”

“Stiles… Stiles, wait - no, that’s not it,” Derek interrupted, shaking his head. “Wait, connection?” he backtracked, squinting at the other.

Stiles blushed, ducking his head. “Yea, I’m fae. And us - fae - we have these things called kindred spirits. Which, yea, I know, is a saying or whatever, but it came from us, ya know? And… essentially, it means that we recognize a part of ourselves in another. It’s not like… a soulmate thing - I mean, it could be! But it essentially is just when two people share a part of their souls - a part of themselves. It attracts us to specific people and it can… develop into different things,” Stiles licked his lips, chancing a glance at Derek before continuing. “I noticed a kindred spirit in you, and I really wanted to get that connection, ya know? To see how we- if we could fit together. But god, dude, you’re like… a greek god, Jesus Christ, you don’t even seem real. How could I not be attracted to you? And you had a kindred spirit? It was just-” Stiles exhaled.

“I’m sorry,” he said, again, quietly.

Derek slowly broke out into a grin, shaking his head. “No, don’t be. I uh, I was actually avoiding you for… similar reasons,” Derek offered. Stiles snapped his eyes up, gaping at the other boy.

“I avoided you because your scent… it was so intense. And every time I knew you were near, I had trouble controlling myself. You smell… you smell like home. Like comfort and happiness. I just wanted to wrap myself around you but we didn’t know each other so…” Derek elaborated, trailing off. He didn’t know how else to describe it, but if Stiles could bare himself so easily to Derek then it was only fair Derek offered him the same. Or, as much the same as he could muster.

At this, Stiles grinned. His hand snaked out from his bundle of towel and blanket, lacing his fingers between Derek’s. “You felt the spirit,” he murmured, “it would have felt different for you and… and you felt it.”

“Yea, I did,” Derek agreed, leaning closer to the boy.

They both sat there, staring at one another, letting silence wrap around them. The silence was comfortable, a statement of their understanding of one another and the moment they were sharing. It was oddly intense but also relaxing - a feeling Derek had never experienced.

“Can I…” Derek asked, raising a hand to Stiles’ cheek, leaning in ever so slightly more. This only got him a wide, cheeky grin. Stiles leaned in, tilting his head ever so slightly, and met Derek halfway, their lips melding together.

Derek caressed Stiles’ cheek, his other hand moving to rest between where the other boy’s hips and thigh met. Stiles allowed his hands to reach out and pull Derek closer, one hand gripping his bicep with the other curled around the side of Derek’s neck.

As the kiss deepened, lips working in tandem, tongues taking turns to trace the other’s tips, a jolt ran through each boy. Stiles felt a hum resonate throughout his body while Derek felt an overdrive in his sense. He could suddenly only smell Stiles, and everywhere the boy touched him felt numbingly hot, his heartbeat was suddenly a tempo in the back of Derek’s mind.

Once they parted, foreheads lent against each other, the hum in Stiles’ veins quieted and Derek’s haze of sensory overload dulled.

Stiles opened his eyes, an easy grin spreading across his face. “We fit together,” he mumbled, a lilt to his voice that showed just how excited he was.

“Yea, I know,” Derek responded, an easy smile making its way onto his lips as he leaned forward again, chasing another kiss from the boy in front of him.

[infiniteeight8]

Please Steter with werefox Stiles and alive Hale family? Also i love your little drabbles, they are charming🧡🧡🧡

Thanks so much! 🧡

My brain decided that in this version of reality, Peter also has a full shift. 😀 

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Peter darted through the underbrush, following the fox’s scent. A slight rustle warned him just in time and he dodged to the side, the fox’s sneak attack narrowly missing. The fox leaped away, yipping in amusement, and Peter lunged after him. He wasn’t running all that hard, and Peter soon bowled the two of them over into a play-fight, tussling for a few minutes before the fox wiggled free again. It was getting to be that time, so Peter wasn’t really surprised when the fox gave a low, regretful whine. Peter responded with a bark and a quick nuzzle, and then the fox was off into the depths of the forest.

Heading home, Peter barely made it a dozen strides before Talia melted out of the trees. Damn it. He ignored her and she fell in next to him, the two of them trotting through the late afternoon forest. It might have been nice, if not for the questions Peter knew were coming.

Peter shifted in the house’s mudroom and pulled on a robe. “I don’t want to talk about it,” he said.

“Peter,” Talia said, tying her own robe shut. “Did you think I’d be upset? I don’t care that he’s not a wolf, or that I didn’t find him for you, or that this could complicate future pack negotiations, or whatever else you came up with to convince yourself you had to keep him secret. I want you to be happy.”

“It’s not any of that,” Peter sighed. “He’s… he’s Cora’s age.”

Talia blinked. “Cora’s twenty.”

Peter looked away. “Exactly.”

Talia took Peter’s arm and turned him towards her. “Peter. Cora is twenty. I know you think of the younger pack members as needing protection—you’ve had a lot of practice at that—but she’s an adult now, not a child. So is that young man. Granted, his family will probably have concerns they wouldn’t have if you were closer to his age, but that doesn’t mean it’s impossible, just complicated.”

Peter felt a moment of gratitude that Talia was his alpha. “You really think I could court him? Properly?”

“I really do.” Talia linked her arm with Peter’s and drew him into the house. “Now. Tell me all about this fox of yours.”

[little-diable]

Isle Esme - Jasper Hale (smut)

Just a quick drabble I needed to get out of my system. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Jasper goes down on the reader after taking her to Isle Esme for the first time.

Warnings: 18+, smut, oral (f), pwp

Pairing: Jasper Hale x fem!reader

“Where are you taking me?” Her excited giggles echoed through the night, a giddy smile shot at Jasper. He was steering the small boat with a smirk tugging on his lips, eyes focused ahead on the calm waves. 

The two had left Forks about two days ago, a surprise trip (y/n) had no information about. Jasper had packed her bags for her, mouth kept shut as she tried to ask more questions, desperately trying to figure out where he was taking her.

“We’re almost there, you’ll have to endure it for a few more minutes, darlin’.” Jasper was wearing a thin dress shirt, showing off his muscles, perfectly shaped over the past decades. His cold hand found hers, interlacing their fingers as an island came into view, dark like the night, barely standing out from the surrounding fog. 

“Whose island is that?” Awe dripped from her voice, pupils reflecting the flames of the torches alighting a small way up to what appeared to be a house. Jasper pulled her against his side, lips meeting her temple.

„Carlisle once gifted it to Esme, it’s been in the family for a while.“ Jasper slowed the boat down, parking it for the two of them to make it onto the island. He didn’t let go of (y/n)‘s hand, guiding her up the trail with their bags hanging off his shoulders. 

„It’s so pretty.“ He squeezed her hand, watching her take in their surroundings as they stepped into the house. The bags found their way to the ground and moments later, (y/n) was pulled into Jasper’s arms, giggling into the crook of his neck as he picked her up. “Stop, I want to explore, Jas’.” 

Her words were swallowed by the kiss he pressed against her lips, successfully shutting her up. She felt Jasper move them through the house, mind no longer able to focus on the rooms she had wanted to take in, wondering how long this place has been owned by the Cullens. “We have enough time to explore, I promise.”

(Y/n) was placed on a comfortable mattress, staring at Jasper with an excited glint swimming in her pupils. Another kiss was shared between the two, hands working on their clothes, desperate to free one another from the fabrics clinging to their frames. Her heart was racing, thumping in her chest, a sound Jasper found himself obsessed with, ringing in his ears like the softest tune known to humankind. 

“I love you.” He murmured the words against her lips, staring down on her barely dressed frame. Her heat flushed through her, forcing (y/n) to tighten her grip on his neck, moaning his name as his lips found her throat, kissing their way down to her chest. The loving three words rolled off her tongue moments later, allowing a smile to widen on his lips as he cupped her breasts, squeezing her hardening nubs. “Want to taste you, can I?” 

A breathy “Please” left (y/n), eyes rolling back into her head as he pressed a kiss to the soaked through fabric of her panties, pulling the fabric down her legs moments later. His cold tongue found her heat, brushing through her folds to taste her arousal, addicted to the taste. She felt sweat pearl on her skin, because of the heat lingering in the room – sticking to the walls even though the sun had set hours ago – perhaps because of the long travels her body wasn’t used to, but perhaps it was simply because of the way Jasper was touching her so carefully, yet fuelled by his desire for her. 

Two of his fingers were pushed into her tightness, making (y/n) choke on her gasps, back threatening to arch off the mattress, unable to hold back. Fuck, he knew how to make her see stars within moments, one with his movements, the fire he alighted deep inside of her. 

“Mhm look at you, dripping for me, bet you could take me just like that.” She couldn’t reply, could only cry out his name as he sucked on her bundle of nerves, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. No longer did she manage to keep on breathing, holding her breath with her eyes squeezed shut and her hands searching for his golden roots, needing to find something to hold onto. 

“Fuck, Jas, ‘m so close.” (Y/n)’s words were slurred, not properly pronounced, and yet he still seemed to pick up on them perfectly, smirking against her skin. She’d cum any moment now, ready to let go with his name rolling off her tongue and her nails threatening to pierce through his cold skin, a sight Jasper never wanted to forget. 

He curled his fingers, pushing her over the edge with a raspy groan rumbling through the man, making the sound vibrate on her folds. His name left her, spoken into the warm night with tears welling up in her eyes, desperate for everything he’d be able to offer her. Jasper kept fucking her with his fingers, pushing her through her high over and over again, only letting go as she relaxed with a heavy sigh leaving her. 

“I don’t think we’ll do much exploring.” (Y/n) whispered the words, giggling as he squeezed her side, moving up her body to pull her in for a kiss.

[sugareey-makes-stuff]

xv. To Build a Home

Written for @sterekdrabbles - using the prompt set face, righteous, create. General | WC: 100 | Tags: Developing relationship, pack bonding, pack feels, Architect Derek, beginnings __

Stiles gawks at the stunning colonial standing before them. He can’t believe this place is finished. Derek had come up with the righteous idea of building a house. Creating the perfect abode the Pack can live in. It’s not quite like the Hale House, but that’s probably a good thing. Change meant moving on. Opening new doors, seizing opportunities, and all that jazz. Now, this is a place they can call theirs. Derek nudges Stiles gently. "So, what do you think?" Stiles blinks. Licks his lips. Smiles. "It's amazing. You're amazing." The grin that lights up Derek’s face is priceless.

You can also read on AO3, or check out the full Sterek drabble series under #darkness was before the light.

[outtoshatter]

Inspired (and enabled) by @raisesomehale and her awesome masterlist!

Completed Fics:

Be a Witness [104k, M] Witch!Stiles, Shifter!Derek, magical college, murder mystery No Mercy [64k, M] Royalty AU, King Stiles, Prince Derek, berserker Stiles Fractured Starlight [64k, M] witch!Stiles, amnesia fic, magical town Shifted [48k, M] werewolf Stiles, Hale pack, werewolf violence

Series:

Strange Young World [4 fics, complete, 350k total] magi-nuclear apocalypse au These Ain't Your Momma's Paperbacks [5 unrelated fics, incomplete, 319k total] romance novel based fics, the relationship is the main focus despite other plots within Whereabouts Unknown [2 fics, incomplete, 6k] monster of the week style fics where Derek and Stiles travel around hunting monsters after leaving Beacon Hills

Drabbles:

Sea || 100 words, witch Stiles Pyre || 100 words, werewolf Derek Breath || 100 words, raising the dead Troubled Waters || 100 words, monster of the week Casual [triple drabble] || 300 words, fluff

Event Fics:

Are You Ready? [135k, E] werewolf Derek, vampire hunter!Stiles, vampires are known au Well Traveled [62k, T] faerie shenanigans The Next Chapter [105k, M] bookstore AU, human, alive Hale family The Bright Side of Disaster [5k, T] witch Stiles, magic & werewolves are known, magical farmers market Pulling Strings [53k, M to be safe] horror comedy, BAMF Stiles

One Shots:

A Light for the Dark [3k, T] fairy tale theme Moon Trance [2k, T] monster of the week, pre relationship The Pumpkin King [4k, T] autumn theme, fluff, humor, pumpkin carving Love Don't Lie [2k, T] fake dating, established relationship Keep Moving [10k, T] post Hale fire, Derek & Sheriff friendship

Now with Podfic!:

Cold as Ice [10k, T] witch!Stiles, alive Hale family podfic here! On my Way [17k, T] fluff, snowed in podfic here! Art here! Brave Enough [6k, G] fluff, 5+1 Things, Derek deserves nice things podfic here! Forward Motion [9k, T] witches are known, magic shop, meet cute podfic here! Figure it Out [5k, T] cursed Derek, humor podfic here!

Originals:

A World on its Knees [1k, T] soft and quiet, apocalypse, witches, fantasy Alone They Fought the Devil [3k, T] demonic entities, fantasy world, magic, witches!

all of these are also on my ao3 page, plus the ones I couldn't fit on the list!

[mysticalmallard]

Hello!!! I have been reading your SOA stories for a little while and I love them!

I wanted to request a Drabble

Fluff

David Hale

#3 “whatever your about to ask the awnser is no”

Thank you so much!!

🦆:Thankyou!! I'm so glad you've like my drabbles!! I'm really happy you asked for David he doesn't get enough love on here ❤️

SoA Taglist: @arkytiorlecter @aimkatsz @ravennaortiz @darqchilddaydreamz @mischiefnevermanaged89-blog

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David sat at his desk, buried in paperwork when he noticed a soft knock on his office door. "Yes, come in," he called without looking up, assuming it was just another rookie officer with a stupid question.

"Whatever you are going to ask, the answer is no" he sighed out.

But when he looked up and saw his girlfriend standing there with a small smile and a bag in her hand, he broke into a grin. "Hey, what are you doing here?" he said, rising from his desk to greet her.

"I figured you might have forgotten to pack lunch again, so I brought you something," she replied, holding out the bag with his favorite sandwich from the local deli.

David chuckled. "You know me too well," he said, taking the bag and leaning in to give her a quick kiss.

They sat down on the small couch in his office, and he unwrapped the sandwich, taking a bite. "This is exactly what I needed, thanks."

She smiled warmly, watching him eat. "I knew you had a packed day today. Thought it might help if you got at least one meal in."

"You have no idea" he said, shaking his head. "I've got a budget meeting, a press conference, and an interview with HR, all before 2pm. It's going to be a long day."

She placed a hand on his leg, giving it a comforting squeeze. "You'll get through it. You always do."

He smiled at her words of reassurance, feeling his stress melt away just a bit. "I don't know what I'd do without you," he said softly.

"Probably live on nothing but coffee and stale donuts," she joked, poking him in the side.

He laughed and swatted at her, playful. "Hey now, I do eat healthy sometimes."

She raised an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? When was the last time you had a vegetable?"He thought for a moment, racking his brain trying to remember. "Umm... does french fries count?"

She rolled her eyes, but couldn't help but laugh. "You're hopeless, you know that?"

He feigned a look of hurt. "Hey, I'll have you know I am a catch. You're lucky to have me."

She leaned in and gave him a quick kiss. "Yeah, yeah. I guess you're alright."

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[ao3feed-peterstiles]

Slowly

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/57905683 by Jadezdominion Peter likes his boy bratty, mouthy, and subby. Most of all, he likes to take his time with him. Still, did the Pack need to know? Of COURSE they did, particularly Derek. Words: 136, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 19 of Teen Wolf Drabbles & More Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M, Multi Characters: Peter Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale Relationships: Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: Originally Posted on Tumblr, Cross-Posted on Tumblr, Drabble Collection, Drabble, Implied Relationships, Sassy Peter Hale, Brat Stiles Stilinski, Jealous Derek Hale, Animated GIFs Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/57905683

[colethewolf]

Which NEW drabble would you guys want to read first? 🤔

[oldfangirl81]

Ask Game questions

I cheated and chose two, but you can ignore one of them if you'd like.

for sterek!

12. 💘 and 20. 💖

12. A fic you couldn't stop reading once you started: This was hard so I'm doing two. The first is crossover with Marvel that I love that fucks with canon so much in creative ways starting with making Stiles the younger sibling to Tony Stark.

And this one Laura is still alpha and Derek has a daughter. Derek and daughter move next door when they come back to Beacon Hills. I love kid fics and this grabbed me quickly.

Into The Open Air: Acherona, trulywicked (Link will work if logged in)

20. a drabble that made you want 100k more words: I tend to rarely read short fics, that's only changed some in the last year. But this was a little under 6000 words but never fails to make me giggle and want more puppy vs pack adventures.

Or this one is under 4,000 and has Stiles having dinner with the Hales. I cackled every time I read it.

[teencopandthesourwolf]

Teen Wolf movie 2

Do you think Tyler Hoechlin will be willing to return if a sequel is somehow greenlit? because it is my headcanon that since there was no physical body that Derek survives, and the fix it fics have been amazing because I think Sterek is almost canon; fans just have to bring him back from the dead and have Derek confess his feelings.

i honestly cannot imagine a Teen Wolf Movie 2 being greenlit at this point—although, as stated in a previous recent ask, i am absolutely not any sort of authority when it comes to this.

as for hoechlin, i really don't know? i honestly don't read that much about the actors lives. like, i take my kids to cons and listen to the panels bc it's fun, and i enjoy saying hi at the signing tables etc (although that's becoming more of a rarity as many of the handlers have stopped letting you, unless you're paying for signatures/selfies etc, which i don't) but beyond that, i only really know what i see on here tbh. like, i don't necessarily seek stuff out, y'know? other than what projects they're working on next (but that's mostly dylan tbh!). so, i don't really know if he's talked about it or not?

but hey, who knows?

MAYBE DEREK WILL COME BACK FROM SUPERHELL JUST TO STOP THE MADNESS THAT IS HIS SON BEING PACKED OFF TO LIVE WITH FUCKING SCOOTT MCCALL AND HIS FUCKING ZOMBIE WIFE ALLISON ARGENT INSTEAD OF ANOTHER SURVIVING HALE OR, Y'KNOW, THE SHERIFF WHO WAS LITERALLY HIS PROXY GRANDAD FOR 16 FUCKING YEARS BECAUSE WTAF IS THAT BULLSHIT ALL ABOUT?!

lol i might still be a little sore about this.

and yeah it's funny, but—for all his sins—jeff davis did kind of end up giving us canon sterek, in his own queer-yet-weird-ass-queerbaity way, didn't he? ever true to form, i guess; at least he's predicable!

as for the fix-it-fics, omg you are so right @scrumptiousbirdgardener, they are so wonderful!! ppl are so bloody talented, right? i've not (yet?) written one myself. i only tend to write oneshots—longer fic being my kryptonite—and i feel it would benefit from something a bit longer, imho, as there is SO much to fix. but maybe i'll try and expand on this wee drabble one day...

thanks for the ask!

cassidy xp

[adeceasedtulip]

Just wrote a drabble about Derek Hale and Cowboy hats. Praying this gets me out of my writing slump.

Go read it!!

Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy by aDeceacedTulip

Someone put Derek in a cowboy hat. Stiles doesn't know how or who but it may be causing him to have a crisis. No, it definitely is. It was supposed to be a chill pack barbecue and someone (Stiles suspects issac, that guy lives to make his like just that bit harder.) It's a diabolical plan and he's got to give it to the guy, whatever he's trying to achieve is going to work with Stiles so distracted.

[fallingrealms16]

Sterek Fic Recs PART 2 <3

okay so back in january i did a lil sterek fic rec post and since then i have read MANY new ones that are old but new to me, so, in honour of easter weekend coming up and honestly, JUST BECAUSE, here are some more of my fav fics! There will be lots in this list so keep reading after the first one!

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

25.9K words // Chapters: 1/1 // Hits: 548K // COMPLETED

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

2. Ready to Stay by adara

61.3K words // Chapters: 17/17 // Hits: 17.9K // COMPLETED

//Not Rated// In which Stiles is not doing great post-S4. Derek returns to Beacon Hills to pick up the pieces and redefine a new normal. A series of what was meant to be loosely tied together drabbles but actually ended up being 17 chapters of slowburn angst, some scattered supernaturals, and an eventual happy ending with all the Sterek.

3. The Scent of Love by Zero_Nemad

64.1K words // Chapters 27/27 // Hits: 9.8K // COMPLETED

//Explicit//

It's been years since Derek and Stiles saw each other. In this slow build romance story, they meet again in Europe and spent the summer together. They start building a new friendship out of a difficult past they both want to leave behind. It'll be weeks of unspoken attraction and emotional reluctance.

4. What I Did On My Summer Vacation by grimm

118.7K words // Chapters: 4/4 // HIts: 481.7K // COMPLETED

//Explicit// There's something weird about Beacon Hills that Stiles can't quite put his finger on. The way everyone in town knows his name the day he arrives. The way they insist the melancholic howling that echoes through the forest every night is just a dog. The way his dad denies getting a dog, even though Stiles comes home to find one sprawled across his bed, some big black thing whose eyes gleam red in the right light. The way that massive oak tree out in the woods vibrates under his touch, pulsing with sickly life. There's something weird going on in this town, and Stiles is determined to get to the bottom of it.

5. Home by TheTypewriterGirl

167.1K words // Chapters: 18/18 // Hits: 885.1K // COMPLETED

//Teen and Up//

January seventh. Seven days since the start of 2015, and seven days since his father’s death. The bastard, he thinks bitterly. The past year Derek Hale had made it blatantly obvious that he hated his scrawny guts, taking every given opportunity to shove him up against a wall, growl threats in his ears and roll his eyes whenever he stepped into the room, muttering some snide comment about how spastic or idiotic he was. So why did he fucking volunteer to take him in?

anyways, this is all for now <3 sadly i had more but i forgot to save them to my browser tab folders so ill have to go scouring through my search history and make another post later. its currently 5:16am..writing and reading does not sleep AND NEITHER DO I

[sterek-ao3feed]

Come back to House (to find a surprise)

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/59353207

by Meelopee

Isaac, Erica and Boyd race to be the first to arrive home. Derek must be home. Which means there's a surprise.

Words: 486, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Drabbles Sterek & Teen Wolf translated into English French at Mee.

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen, M/M

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Isaac Lahey, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd

Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Additional Tags: Pack Alpha Derek Hale, Omegaverse Omega Stiles Stilinski, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Mating Rituals, Erica Ships Sterek, Mpreg

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59353207