#little!derek hale

[fine-illwriteitmyself]

[onceindece]

Every day, I'm thinking about teen!Sterek... I can't help myself; I am lost to society as a person. Like, THESE GUYS—

And it's an Alive Hale family au, and Peter is cool, sassy uncle, and Cora and Laura are annoying sisters, and Talia and Papa Hale is lovable parents, and there are other Hale relatives, and it's still a werewolves universe-

I. Need. Every. Fic. With. This.

It's like a drug to me like my own personal brand of heroin-

[shitpostingsterek]

[casually-eat-my-soul]

Derek asks to win a bet, nothing more, nothing less. His own curiosity was secondary. So he asks, as his eyes bore down into Stiles.

“So, what is your favourite colour then?”

Stiles’ breath hitches before he answers. “Green”

Derek contemplates, confused, as he had heard Stiles answer the same question two night ago. He could have sworn Stiles had said red.

[celestialvoid-fanfiction]

Little Handprints

There are little handprints on the walls. Eli has little hands. Case solved.

Based on the incorrect quote

Read it on AO3, here

Stiles leant against the kitchen counter, dragging his hand down his face as he let out a heavy sigh. A heavy case load and late nights were starting to wear him thin. And even when he wasn’t working late, his mind ran rampant, making sleep near impossible.

He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose as he tried to wake himself more.

The sound of plastic clattering caught his attention. Stiles turned to look where Eli sat in his booster seat at the table. The food tray on his seat was splattered with toast and jam.

“You okay there, Trouble?” Stiles asked.

Eli giggled as he snatched up one of the pieces of jam-covered toast that he had knocked over and took a bite out of it.

“Yeah,” he chirped through a mouthful of mushed toast.

The nickname that had come from Eli’s comedic timing; Stiles’ dad said something about trouble following wherever Stiles and Derek go, and Eli toddled in after them at that moment, prompting the

Sheriff to say, “And here’s trouble!”

The name stuck. And it proved to be fitting on several occasions.

Stiles slid the coffee pot from the percolator and poured the dark liquid into his mug, heaping in spoonfuls of sugar before walking around the corner of the bench and into the dining room.

“Yummy?” Stiles asked as he walked over to the table and sat down next to Eli’s booster seat.

“Yummy,” Eli replied around another mouthful.

Stiles gave him a soft smile before resting his elbows on the table and letting his heady fall, heavy, into his hands.

“You okay?” Eli asked, his sweet voice coiled with worry.

“I’m okay, bud,” Stiles replied, unable to lift his head. “Just tired.”

He felt something tap his cheek. He lifted his head and turned to see what was poking him.

Eli held out a half-eaten piece of toast for him.

Stiles couldn’t help but smile.

“Thanks, bud,” he said softly, taking the piece of toast offered to him. He ate the toast, dusting the crumbs off his hand before laying his head back in his hands and watching his son eat his breakfast.

He let his mind drift, the world blurring into swirls of colour and movement. His eyes grew heavy as the seductive embrace of sleep crept into the back of his mind. His heavy eyes drifted shut and he sank into the darkness.

“Stiles?” Derek called from the hallway, starling Stiles.

“Hmm?” Stiles hummed questioningly—the most he could muster up.

“Why are there little handprints on the walls?” Derek asked, peering around the open doorframe of the dining room.

Stiles blinked a few times, his mind rattling through the mess of thoughts for an answer. He lifted his head slightly and turned to look at Eli in his high chair.

“Why are there little handprints on the walls?” he whispered.

“Because I have little hands,” Eli answered, holding up his jam-and-crumb-covered hands to show him.

Stiles turned his head to look at Derek.

“Because he has little hands,” he repeated.

Derek let out a soft chuckle, turning back towards the hallway to hide his smile.

It took a moment for Stiles’ brain to catch up with what he said, realisation stirring him enough for him to sit up and drag his hand down his face.

“What is it this time?”

“Markers,” Derek answered. “Thankfully, it’s the washable ones that Lydia got him.”

“I’ll clean it,” he volunteered, pushing back his chair as he tried to summon what little energy he had left.

“No,” Derek said softly. “Trouble and I will clean it after we finish breakfast.”

“I’m Trouble!” Eli said excitedly, perking up at his nickname.

Stiles and Derek couldn’t help but laugh.

“Yes, you are,” Stiles said softly, smiling lovingly as he reached out and gently tousled Eli’s hair.

[julikobold]

Stiles to Derek: „This is my house. You can’t just climb in through the window.“

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Melissa to Stiles: „Why are you climbing through Scott’s window, Stiles?“

Stiles: „Because you wouldn’t let me in otherwise. Duh.“

[alocalband]

(Don't) Stay Sterek, 17.6k, Teen Summary: Stiles goes away to college, and Derek suddenly falls ill. Obviously, the two things are completely unrelated. And, obviously, Stiles doesn't make the drive back to Beacon Hills at every available opportunity, to the detriment of his academic career, because he's secretly in love with the guy. That would be ridiculous.

“Derek’s sick.”

It’s not what Stiles was expecting Scott to open the conversation with, but at this point in his life he’s used to handling curveballs. “Derek’s a werewolf,” he responds. Because duh, it’s not as if the guy needs to worry about flu season.

“No, I mean really sick.” Stiles’ grip on his cell phone tightens as Scott’s voice then pitches lower, like he’s trying not to be overheard. “Supernatural sick.”

Supernatural anything, in Stiles’ experience, does not bode well for his immediate future. A headache and a couple of all-nighters at best; horror, bloodshed, and nightmare fodder at... Well, at medium. He tries not to think about what “at worst” entails.

“What, did he get shot up with wolfsbane again?” Stiles tries to make light, but it comes out sounding strained and half-hearted. He licks his lips and ignores the pit in his gut.

“He won’t tell me.”

“Jesus, Scott, you have eyes. And other very effective werewolf-y skills. Are there any bullet holes in him? Any suspicious purple flowers lying around the loft?”

“He’s not at the loft.”

“Then where the hell is he?”

There’s a long enough pause in response that Stiles somehow guesses the answer before Scott finally speaks it. He has no idea how he guesses it, because the very idea is absurd and kind of comical, but his own thoughts land on the very words Scott reluctantly admits right before he hears them.

“He’s at your place.”

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[fine-illwriteitmyself]

Headcanon of the week:

Derek loves to be held. Bridal style, piggyback, on the hip, while cuddling, it doesn't matter. He absolutely loves it.

[jade-bright]

og @stereksimp ...I did my best

Later, at the basketball game...

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Crowd: Defence! clap! clap! Defence! clap! clap!

Lydia: So what's the deal with you and Hale?

Stiles: What do you mean?

Crowd: Ahhhhhhhhh.. [58 - 57]

Basketball coach: Positions! Hale! Stay on your man next time!

Lydia: I mean, why the sudden interest in you? I didn't even think he knew your name before

Stiles: (muttering) ignoring the underhanded insults, (clears throat) I'm fairly certain he still doesn't know my name

Coach: Hale! Get your head in the game!

Lydia: So why the sudden interest?

Stiles: (sighs) I don't know Lyds, I bumped into him once, insulted him right afterwards and suddenly he's everywhere! The library,-

Crowd: Let's go Cy-clones!-

Stiles: the locker rooms before and after lacrosse practice,-

Crowd: Let's go! Clap! clap! clap-clap-clap!

Stiles: always close to where I park my jeep

Crowd: Let's go-

Stiles: And I'm pretty sure I saw him and some older looking dude staring at me during lunch one time

Crowd: Aw- Defence!-

Lydia: hmm, so Derek Hale

Crowd: Defence!

Lydia: star basketball player

Crowd: clap! clap!

Lydia: who likely receives nothing but praise by everyone

Crowd: Defence!

Lydia: suddenly gets put in his place by you

Crowd: clap! clap!

Lydia: and now seems to have a great interest in you...

Crowd: Defence! clap! clap!

Lydia: I think, he has a crush on you

Ref: (whistle) Number 31! Technical foul! Two shots! [60 - 59]

Both turn, and like most of the crowd, are slightly shocked since this is Derek's first technical foul. Looks to see there's less than a minute left of the game...

Stiles: Lyds...when was the last time we lost a game

Lydia: The year before Derek joined the team...

Other team makes their first shot [60 - 60]

Stiles: (looks over at Derek on the court, thinks about all the odd occurrences that have happened... thinks back to what Lydia said...goes a little pink) ...how sure are you?

Lydia: Completely

Stiles: Okay... okay

[60 - 61]

Stiles: (to himself) let's see what you're all about. let's see what you got Derek Hale

Ref: (puts his arm straight up into the air, three fingers up)

...

Ref: (puts his other arm up, holding three fingers up)

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[imagine-sterek]

Saw this video of a little girl getting chased by a coyote and thought this would be Eli running to stiles while Malia is chasing him in full shift. Derek would be inside laughing.

tiktok.com/t/ZTFxmx4Ku/

(lol the little girl was calm when alerting her dad)

That's just how Aunty Malia plays with Eli.

Stiles freaked out the first time, until he realised it was Malia.

[caccry]

I've got Teen Wolf brain disease and blacked out for two hours and when I snapped back to reality they were on my screen........... little guys that I like

[casually-eat-my-soul]

Kinda Dark/thriller, sterek au??

Corrupt deputy Derek hale and Genius Sheriff’s son Stiles Stilinski.

Stiles keeps trying to convince his dad that a bunch of random crimes are connected. His dad wants to believe him but there isn’t a lot of evidence that suggests Stiles theory. And no “gut feeling” doesn’t count.

Storming out of his father office after another argument over the series of crimes which stiles believes has ramped up and has a higher body count. He gets to his jeep and it just won’t start, stiles is frustrated and tearing up. It’s late and starting to rain and stiles really doesn’t want to go back in and ask his dad for a ride but also doesn’t want to walk home.

When one of his father deputies, Derek Hale offers him a ride. Stiles hesitates to agree, he’s never really spoken to Derek— no matter how much he’s wanted to. Stiles has definitely noticed the tall, dark, and handsome deputy even since he’s started working at the station— he feels like prey under Derek’s eyes. In the end he agrees due to the heavy rain. He calls a tow trunk and climbs into Derek’s Camaro. They end up stopping at a diner and stiles unloads his connected crime theory onto Derek. He knows something is up with these crimes but he just doesn’t have the last price of the puzzle. Derek looks smugly pleased with himself.

Derek drives stiles home and insists on walking him to his door. Derek warns Stiles to be careful and that he will personally look into Stiles theory. Just as derek gets back into his car to leave he asked to see stiles again. So they exchange numbers.

They text back and forth for awhile, before Derek informs stiles that he thinks he caught the prep behind the crimes. Stiles heads down to the station that night, pretending to just drop dinner off with his dad. As he leaves Derek gestures to a criminal in lock up. Theo Raeken.

He was originally one of Stiles suspects but after looking further into the crimes and his rap sheet, Stiles ended up crossing him off the list. Stiles ignores the sinking feeling in his stomach and heads over to talk to him. But the moment stiles makes eye contact with Theo, he goes insane. Throwing himself at the bars separating them, screaming his name and other profanities.

A few officers attempt to stop him, while Derek and his dad pull stiles out of the station. His dad checks in with him to make sure everything is okay before asking Derek to drive him home.

Stiles ‘subtly’ asks Derek on how he was lead to Theo and why he arrested him. Derek just says that he didn’t have anything concrete on Theo and wanted to interrogate him. Stiles pointed out why he crossed Theo out of his suspect list, derek gives a small hum, and tells stiles he just wanted to double check. They end up talking the entire ride home and when they arrive, Derek asks for a date and stiles agrees.

The next morning when his father shifts ends they meet up for breakfast. His dad ends up telling Stiles that Theo escaped custody sometime last night, and to be extra careful becuase Theo seemed fixated on him. Stiles brushes him off.

Later that day stiles gets texts from a random number.

This behaviour amps up over the following weeks, including gifts being left in stiles apartment, pictures of him being found and so on. His dad believes that it’s Theo stalking him but Stiles isn’t sure. Stiles begins to spend more time with deputy Derek as a result. He ends up falling fast and hard for Derek. Feeling completely safe with him during this hard times.

I’m not really sure how to end it but I’m thinking that stiles end up finding Theos body at one point, or maybe his phone at Derek’s house. They end up going in a date and back to Derek house for a little dessert, and a few hours later stiles wakes up and finds that last piece of the puzzle. The one connecting the all the crimes and the perp. Coming to the realization that it was Derek all along, while Derek is standing behind him. Derek let out a small chuckle, cooing at stiles shaking form. Holding stiles chin between his fingers and leaning down for a kiss. Telling stiles that he never gotten away with it without his help.

I also can’t decide if this is mafia hale family and spy on the inside Derek, or serial killer Derek or killer werewolf hale family and spy on the inside Derek. Or if he is still a werewolf in this au. I’m leaning towards werewolf because it just gives it that extra horror/ predator vibes.

Also up to you guys if stiles car wouldn’t start because of coincidence or because of Derek.

[stereksimp]

Imagine newly turned werefox Stiles training with Derek. Masters all his senses amazingly fast and transformation. Maybe going as far as figuring out full shift as well. (I love the idea of Stiles just fully accepting his fox that he can full shift.)

However, stealth training does not go well. He doesn't understand how he is still making so much noise or how he still flails and falls with his 'super reflexes'.

Derek's patience is running thin. He can't figure out how to get Stiles to get it right.

Then Scott decides to help a little after Stiles complains to him a few too many times. He goes to Derek to tell him that Stiles needs a reason and incentive to figure stealth out. The senses came easy because they were overwhelming him, and he needed it to stop, but what does he really need stealth for. He didn't need it before as a human fighting the big bad, so why does he need it now.

Now, there are a few ways Derek could go about this, but my personal favorite is Derek sneaks into Stiles' room and lands the perfect stealth kiss. It is their first kiss, and Stiles is left stunned for a few minutes. (His scent gives him away.) When he comes back, Derek is already gone, and there is a sticky note on his forehead that says, "If you want another kiss, I can't see you coming."

Challenge accepted. Something clicks in his brain after obsessing the rest of the night on all Derek's lessons. He needs to get this because he will kiss Derek.

(Stiles is a little shit and loves to fuck with people.)

Derek expects the attempts to start at the latest the next day, and they do sort of. The first time he realizes is when at the end of their pact meeting, he puts his hands in his jacket pockets and finds a chocolate kiss and doesn't know when he put it in his pocket during the meeting. The next morning, he finds a single red rose on his nightstand and a fresh fruit salad in his fridge.

As the week goes on he gets more little presents without ever catching Stiles, and he begins to think he may have made a monster but all the little presents are so cute (he'll never admit it though). The next pack meeting is when he breaks.

Stiles walks in right on time and just tosses him a chocolate kiss. Derek growls and prowls towards him while Stiles just stands there with a smirk on his face, and everyone else is just staring. He grabs him by the face and slams their lips together in a biting kiss.

[achillean-heartbeat]

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[arcane-vagabond]

Fathoms Below Masterlist

Pairing: Derek Hale x Reader

Summary: It was bad enough you were a princess. It was bad enough that you were the heir apparent to the throne. It was bad enough that your parents had died tragically in a storm, leaving you to mourn with an entire country looking to you for guidance. Now your advisors were pressuring you to marry, insisting that a union would strengthen your kingdom. It all comes to a head when your own ship is caught in a storm, nearly killing you in the process. Weeks later, a handsome stranger shows up, turning your world upside down and somehow making it right all at the same time. Who is he? And why does he seem so familiar? (Little Mermaid!AU)

Series Content Warning: Mermaids, Monarchy, Magic, Death of parents, Near death experiences, Pressure to marry, Kind of a historical AU?, Yearning, Loosely based off of Disney's version of the Little Mermaid, Eventual smut maybe, Angst, Fluff. Individual chapters will have their own warnings.

All posts related to this series will be tagged with "FB," "Fathoms Below," and "Mermaid!Derek".

A/N: For my writing challenge - Fairy Tale Writing Challenge. My prompts were The Little Mermaid and Desiderium.

Desiderium: An ardent desire or longing; especially a feeling of loss or grief for something lost.

Series;

Prologue (Coming Soon)

Drabbles;

Nothing to see here yet...

Headcanons;

Nothing to see here yet...

[noyzinerd]

Stiles: Mmmm! It's my favorite part of every fast-food, ice cream cone: the little dab of glue they use for the wrapper that managed to bleed onto the cone! Yum!

Derek: I...I can't tell if you're being your trademark, overly sarcastic self or your trademark, overly eccentric self and it's, honestly, getting very concerning.