#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!”

[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.”

[whimsicalmeerkat]

#17 - to distract (Sterek or Steter, your choice)

Thanks for asking! I somehow just accidentally wrote a perfect double drabble.

Send me a ship and a number!

"Oh god, please forgive me if we both survive this," Derek heard Stiles mutter.

"Wait, Stiles, don't—"

Derek is still trying to get Stiles to think through his plan when he realizes that Stiles' plan started with kissing him.

He realizes a few seconds later the question of them surviving it isn't entirely exaggerated in his case when he hears the distinct voice of Sheriff Stilinski saying, "Good evening, Mr. Hale."

"Get out of there, now," he hears Stiles whisper.

Derek very carefully unwraps Stiles' arms and steps back with his hands raised. Behind him he hears his pack scuttle out of hiding and race for the woods. In front of him, the sheriff stands with his arms crossed.

"I guess you can be gay dressed like that," he says dryly.

As Stiles begins to sputter something about hoodie bis and plaid bis, Derek wonders if they're going to get away with this. His phone buzzes and Derek hopes it means the pack is clear. Now he just has to get out of this other, possibly larger problem.

He decides to put off wondering if Stiled would be willing to kiss him again until after he stays out of jail.

[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.

[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 ❤️

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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.

[sterek-ao3feed]

Awesome

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/62152975

by Sivan325, SivanShemesh (Sivan325)

“Sheriff, arrest him!” Derek called.

January 6/2025: awesome, devilish, arrest

Words: 100, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 66 of Sterek Drabbles

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Sheriff Stilinski (Teen Wolf)

Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Additional Tags: Tumblr: sterekdrabbles, Pack Alpha Derek Hale, Hijinks & Shenanigans, Wordcount: 100, no beta we die like men

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62152975

[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

[fallingrealms16]

Sterek Fic Recs PART 2 <333

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!

MUAHAHA

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."

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.

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.

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.

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?

its currently 5:16am..writing and reading does not sleep AND NEITHER DO I

[sterek-ao3feed-archive]

Did you Just

https://archiveofourown.org/works/49181545 by GoldandSilks Pack movie night at Derek’s place. Except Stiles is more tired than usual and although, ok yeah Derek and Stiles have been a bit closer recently, it hadn’t quite reached cuddling on the sofa levels until tonight. So really Derek can’t be blamed for forgetting himself for a god damn second and opening his big mouth. Words: 1404, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Background & Cameo Characters Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: Accidental petnames, Sleepy Stiles Stilinski, POV Derek Hale, Derek Hale Deserves Nice Things, One Shot, Drabble, sterek, Cuddling & Snuggling, Feelings Realization, Top Derek Hale/Bottom Stiles Stilinski, Possessive Behavior, Pet Names, Derek Hale Calls Stiles Stilinski Pet Names, Derek Hale is a Softie, Allison Argent Lives, Dom/sub, Dom Derek Hale, Sub Stiles Stilinski read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/49181545

[whimsicalmeerkat]

Oooooo, I need to know more about "moon gave me permission recursive murder husbands" and "He's not a weregoat!" for the WIP List Ask Game!!!

OK, so there's this amazing fic by @dear-massacre called The Moon Gave Me Permission. I'm writing a recursive fic called crawl into my heart, take me apart based on it. A brief snippet from the unposted parts below.

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“You’ll need to take care of the wife too, dearie.”

Stiles looks up to see [name], the little old lady who seems to have a million grandchildren settle in the chair next to him. He’s noticed her, of course. He’s been people watching since they arrived in [resort], but he’d dismissed her as unconnected to the Calaveras. Apparently, that was a mistake?

“What?” he asks, determined to play dumb.

She settles a virulently pink cocktail on the table between them and adjusts the flowy caftan-thing she’s wearing around her legs. It looks like something straight out of Golden Girls. Suddenly he’s reminded of Sophia (sp?).

“You think I don’t know who that hunk you’re here with is? The Hale name means more to me than just that fitness nonsense that boy posts. I knew his grandmother.”

Stiles stares, despite his attempt not to. Completely unperturbed, she takes a sip of her drink, sighing happily. She leans back, adjusting her sunglasses and hat.

“The wife is in the same line of work as the husband. You’ll want to take care of her, too. Do let me know if your plan requires any distractions. My pack of grandchildren must be good for something.”

Stiles sits back and stares blindly across the pool. He can’t believe he’s been made by a werewolf murder grandma. Derek is gonna kill him.

~

He’s Not a Weregoat! is a drabble sequence fic where Eli Hale is the antichrist. A snort snippet below. From the posted part, since this one is very much one where I post immediately after writing.

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Eli smiled up at Stiles, trying to look innocent. Her daddy was immune to that look, but he might not be.

“Eli, you can’t just say that,” Daddy said.

“Stiles is ours. He has to know.”

“I didn’t tell you my name.”

“What do you mean he’s ours?”

“Smell him, Daddy.”

“It’s good I know about werewolves already.”