#my heart said stitch but i think sterek is good

[the-cookie-of-doom]

Season of the Witch AU

I just recently watched this movie, and today I started thinking that it could be some kind of fun au? 

Stiles would be the witch, obviously. 

Mitch is the criminal that gets freed on the condition that he acts as a guide. I think a thief and a mercenary. “I don’t believe in magic,” Mitch tells Stiles, when Stiles asks if Mitch is afraid of him. Of all of them, he’s the only one not afraid to get closest to Stiles’ cage. He’s just a weak child, what can he do? (A lot, he could kill them all if he wanted to. Lucky for them he doesn’t.) Stiles only smiles and asks, “Who is Katrina?” Mitch is perturbed, but chalks it up to Stiles overhearing him, or talking in his sleep. It’s not solid proof of magic. 

“Do you think they’ll give me a fair trial?” Stiles asks. Derek promised him one.  “Nothing about these people is fair,” Mitch responds. 

Derek and Peter are the ones sent to bring Stiles to justice. Former Templars who deserted when the gravity of what they were doing dawned on them. The best warriors in the army, no one dared try to stop them. Derek joined to repent for the loss of his family, which he blames himself for. Peter says he joined because the church promised to forgive all sins - and he has many - but really it was to make sure Derek didn’t foolishly get himself killed. He never cared for the religious side of things, but he does believe in magic. He’s seen things that can’t be explained. Stiles healed the phantom pain of his burns that have plagued him for ten years with only a touch. 

Scott is the well-meaning squire that follows after them, hoping to get knighted upon their return. He is a kind boy that is much too friendly towards Stiles. If he’s not careful, he’ll end up the witch’s next victim, Derek warns. Scott is kind and talkative and befriends Stiles-from a distance. Tells him things that no witch should ever be told, because it gives him too much power. 

As Mitch gets to know Stiles, he starts to second-guess sending him to his death. Because it doesn’t matter what Derek promised, Stiles will never see a fair trial for witchcraft. He will be hanged and drowned before this is over, or burned. (Even Peter flinches at that, it’s a fate he would wish on no one.) Guilt is not something Mitch has felt for a long time. It takes him a while to identify it now, Katrina would be disappointed him. 

One night Mitch decides to follow his instincts and free Stiles. It’s nothing to take the key off Peter, Mitch is a very good pickpocket. But rather than going with him, Stiles shouts for the others, says that Mitch tried to hurt him, that Mitch was going to kill him. And Mitch doesn’t know what Stiles is doing, he’s trying to save the fool! But Stiles doesn’t want to be saved. A fight ensues and everyone is yelling and it's chaos, and Mitch gets killed in the midst of it. The last thing he sees is Stiles smirking, hands wrapped around the bars of his prison and watching them all hungrily. It took barely any effort from him at all. 

They move on. It’s difficult without their guide, but they’ve made it through the worst of the journey. Everyone is tense, and not even Scott will talk to Stiles. He can still feel Mitch’s blood on his hands, was the one to kill him because he was afraid for Stiles. The first life he’s taken. 

“You saved me,” Stiles soothes, reaching out to him. Scott shies away.  “I don’t know what he would have done, but I could see the hate in his eyes. He blamed me for what happened to his lover. I didn’t even know her. There was no other way. You saved me, Scott.” Scott has to stop to be sick, rides ahead of the cart with Derek, leaving Peter to pull up the rear. 

Peter is not nearly as trusting as Scott, or as callous as Mitch. He is more cautious around Stiles, doesn’t know the full extent of his capabilities but knows he is more than he appears. Stiles only drops the act around him, because Peter never bought it for a second. 

“How did you get your burns?” Stiles asks. 

“You tell me, little witch.”

“I think it was something heroic. You tried to save someone, didn’t you?” Stiles presses up against the bars, his eyes searching. “Was it a witch? Your lover or your sister? Or was it your daughter?”

“It was my family. Someone tried to burn them all for being monsters.” 

Stiles tsks. “Poor Derek, he never did learn how to see past the mask to what’s hiding underneath. Not that you can blame him, a pretty face is enough o fool most men.” 

Peter, ever the schemer, knows how to recognize a plot. He knows that Stiles is up to something, is almost certain he was lying about what happened with Mitch. But there was too much going on, everything so unclear, to realize it at the time. Now he is suspicious, doesn’t want to continue on until he finds out what Stiles’ angle is. 

It’s nothing to begin Peter’s descent into madness. Ever since the fire he’s already been halfway there. All it takes is an illusion here and there to fully cement it. It’s delicious to watch Derek have to kill the last remaining member of his family. 

“It was mercy,” Stiles consoles after Derek buries his uncle’s body. “He was no longer the man you remembered. The real Peter wouldn’t have wanted to continue on like that.” 

“Shut up, witch, or I’ll kill you myself.” Stiles doesn’t believe the threat for a second. Derek is too noble, he wouldn’t kill a defenseless boy. Scott is afraid but unwilling to challenge either of them, still believes that Stiles can be saved. His soul, if not his body. It’s sickening how he believes that good will triumph over evil, despite all the evidence to the contrary. Just on this journey alone Stiles is leaving a trail of bodies. If the priests are to be believed, his death toll number in the hundreds of thousands, the source of the plague ravaging the country. If Derek won't kill him for all of them, he won’t kill Stiles for his uncle. 

They make it to the abby. All of the monks are dead, have been for weeks. It’s clear that something more is going on here. 

Scott and Derek find the book they came for, and attempt to perform the ritual that will end this curse, but it doesn’t work. It’s Scott who realizes that Stiles is no witch, he is something more. Something much worse. 

Derek fights the demon while Scott performs the exorcism to the best of his ability. Enraged at the audacity, tosses Derek aside like a ragdoll and goes for him. He doesn’t care about this humans, all he wants is that book. He has spent centuries destroying all copies of the one thing that can hurt him, and this is the last one. 

In the end, they scrape through by the skin of their teeth. The demonis exorcised and Stiles is left in it’s place, traumatized but alive. Derek and Scott are as well, barely. Stiles takes the book and they get far away from this place. Scott gives up any interest in knighthood, and Derek lays down his sword. Stiles just wants to find a home and peace, and that sounds like a great idea. They return the way they came, pay their respects to the dead. Guilt eats at Stiles, and there is nothing he can do to repent. 

Scott returns home to his mother to train instead as a physician, Derek and Stiles find a cottage in the countryside with a garden and some sheep and a few goats and chickens. Stiles dedicates his life to making as many copies of the holy text as he can so that if the demon ever comes back, it can be defeated again. Every major church in Europe is given one. 

[rafaelblackbird15]

Teen Wolf Fic Recs Part 4: Sterek

These are Sterek, Stiles Stilinski/Derek Hale fanfictions.

I really love these. They are some of my favourite Sterek stories, and ALL of these are absolutely beautiful. Without a doubt. Send the authors some love, because that's what they've given me and us right here. :)

If there is a problem with any of the links, let me know and I will fix them.

For appropriate reading check the hashtags on the actual fics.

I hope you enjoy these as much as I did.

And check out my other Steter fic recs [Part 1] and [Part 2] and Sterek fic recs [Part 3]

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God Brings The Wounded by CallieB on Archive of Our Own

Words: 4938

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

“Jesus,” Stiles says, when he sees Derek for the first time, and feels his face do that thing where it tries to smile. Derek, or the weirdly fresh-faced teenage version of Derek that he is now, doesn’t flinch at Stiles’ exclamation.

He’s too busy flinching at everything else.

 

Requested by the lovely nohomohomie, who asked for something angsty post-nogitsune.

Has got to be one of my favourite canon teenage/de-aged Derek fics, with beautiful, angsty Sterek, of course.

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You're Not You by CallieB on Archive of Our Own

Words: 5266

Chapters: 1/1

Part 9 of the Sterek Bingo 2017 series

Summary:

Stiles lifts his head slowly, meeting Derek’s gaze. His eyes… they’re always clever, bright, perceptive, but today there’s something in them that Derek doesn’t recognise. He’s pale, but not defeated. He looks stronger than Derek expected. And unexpectedly, he feels it flash through him in a bolt of absolute, though surprised, certainty.

That's not Stiles.

 

Written for the Dark!Stiles square on my Sterek Bingo card.

This story is possibly one of the best EVER Void!Stiles stories I have ever read. The idea is complex and fascinating and unique. After I read this for the first time I was left stunned and I kept coming back to it in my mind as well as to read because I couldn't get over the idea. It's beautiful.

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Yeah, Pass The Salt, Stiles by CallieB on Archive of Our Own

Words: 3609

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

Yeah, pass the salt, Stiles.

They're not particularly inspiring words. Not like the long stream of goo spilling over Scotty's arm. But somewhere, Stiles' soulmate is out there, waiting to say them to him.

If only he could stop thinking about the mysterious hot stranger he met in the woods...

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Author: CallieB

This author has 15 Teen Wolf works, most if not all are Sterek. Some of them in particular really hit somewhere special.

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Behind Locked Doors by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella) on Archive of Our Own

Words: 11128

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

Derek often showed up in his room—at least he used the fucking door now that he knew where the spare key was hidden—and he couldn’t escape people in general in the Jeep since they could see him through the window. His dad was home, and when he wasn’t, there was always the risk of other people showing up.

His bathroom, on the other hand? No, his bathroom was a small room with no window in the middle of the house with a lockable door and no judgement. He could sit in the bathroom for hours, and no one would question it. Was he watching porn on his phone and jerking off? Was he taking a massive dump? Did he have constipation? Was he stitching up the millionth injury of the month in private? Who knew? No one but Stiles!

The locked door at his back felt like a safety net for him sometimes. In the bathroom, he didn’t have to pretend. He didn’t have to smile and wave people’s words off, insist he was fine, laugh and act like everything was okay. In the bathroom, he was allowed to sit on the floor, his expression tight, and his body falling apart on him.

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Author: isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

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Should Have Looked on Craigslist by Akiruchan on Archive of Our Own

Words: 27217

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

Derek is rash and self-sacrificing, everything that will one day get him killed. Stiles doesn't want that. He's become too accustomed to a life with Derek Hale in it. To live without, well, it just doesn't seem to be an option.

or...

The five times Stiles' expectations fall short, and the one time he's glad they do.

This is an incredible, slow burn, build of the winding relationship between Stiles and Derek and the world they now live in, side by side. It's wonderful and blessedly long.

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Bless You by Ankiruchan on Archive of Our Own

Words: 3070

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

It all started with a sneeze...

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Lend Me Your Eyes, Give Me Your Heart by Ankiruchan on Archive of Our Own

Words: 3057

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

Stiles’ life sucks. He’s honest enough with himself to admit to at least that. More often than not he spends his free time running for his life, saving people from creatures who want to rip his face off, and all around having a distinct lack of self-preservation. It sort of comes with the territory. Not something he can avoid when his circle of friends happen to be werewolves.

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Nobody's Fault But Mine by Akiruchan on Archive of Our Own

Words: 26552

Chapters: 4/?

Summary:

Stiles has always been good at ignoring his problems. Preferring to wait them out until they are nothing but a distant memory. But when a midnight stroll leads to a nasty scratch to Stiles side, courtesy of Derek, Stiles finds that some things just can't be ignored, not that he doesn't try. Better hearing and improved eyesight, that is something he can ignore for now. The sudden urge to touch and smell Derek all the time? Not so much.

This is werewolf!Stiles, and it's one the of the laid back, kind, intense versions that I enjoy very much. Unfortunately, I think it's been discontinued, but I believe even so, these 4 chapters are worth the little heartbreak that comes with the knowledge it may not be finished.

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Author: Akiruchan

This author is responsible for some of the best slow build Sterek stories I've read.

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Lock All The Doors Behind You by entanglednow on Archive of Our Own

Words: 25960

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

He has no idea what you're supposed to say when you find one of your...werewolf acquaintances, completely out of their mind, growling like they're about to see what your insides taste like. There's no handbook for this. Stiles is thinking that if he survives he might write one.

I've come back to this so many times. The relationship is so vulnerable, down to earth and open and kind, extremely kind, which is something Derek really lacks in his life, someone to be kind to him. There's a feeling, somehow, that this is quite natural for them.

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In Case Of Emergency by entanglednow on Archive of Our Own

Words: 1826

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

Derek falls through Stiles's bedroom window at ten past midnight.

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By Any Other Name by entanglednow on Archive of Our Own

Words: 33090

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

He doesn't know his name, he doesn't know who he is, and neither does the werewolf he's on the run with. But he's pretty sure they hunt monsters, because they seem to be really good at it.

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I Could Find My Way Back by entanglednow on Archive of Our Own

Words: 6250

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

What's the worst that could happen?

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Author: entanglednow

This author is responsible for so many amazing fics out there. They have 55 Teen Wolf fics, all with really interesting ideas and takes on the characters and supernatural world.

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You want forgiveness (I'll give that to you) by dearericbittle (dutchmoxie) on Archive of Our Own

Words: 2806

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

Derek is running from the Alpha, suffering from wolfsbane poisoning and he’s clearly losing it. Why else would he be seeing his mother - and everyone else he might as well have killed himself. But Stiles can’t just let him get what he deserves. Stiles never leaves him behind, even when he should.

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(Fuck you they said) As they threw their threads from their wedding bed by dearericbittle (dutchmoxie) on Archive of Our Own

Words: 96199

Chapters: 9/9

Summary:

First Son Stiles Stilinski just accidentally caused an international incident. And apparently the only way to save human-werewolf relations is to marry him off to Prince Derek of Triskele. Stiles is going to need all of his acting skills to make the marriage look real, because the Prince is kind of a fucking asshole.

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Author: dearericbittle (dutchmoxie)

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fake empire by Poe on Archive of Our Own

Words: 3685

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

Stiles hadn’t meant for any of this to happen. He was going to tell Derek. The whole truth of it. He was halfway through when the phone rang. A half-finished sentence, left hanging in the air as his life crumbled around him.

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(or: Stiles gets so, so lost. But he finds himself again.)

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you all over me by Poe on Archive of Our Own

Words: 3705

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

The thing about Stiles is, Derek thinks, is that he has no idea how enthralling he truly is. He’s easy to overlook, right up until the point he isn’t, and at some stage, Derek started looking, and now, it’s all he can do.

(or: the one where the pack is happy, healthy and alive, and Stiles and Derek are sort of inevitable)

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Author: Poe

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For If Dreams Die by veritas_st on Archive of Our Own

Words: 24169

Chapters: 8/8

Summary:

“I had a dream about a boy last night,” Mischief says through a mouthful of pancakes. His dad points the spatula at him and he swallows before he says anything else. “His name was Derek. He called me Stiles. I want to be called that from now on.”

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Author: veritas_st

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About Today by rufflefeather on Archive of Our Own

Words: 8901

Chapters: 1/1

Part 1 of the inside these arms series

Summary:

Stiles is having the worst day of his life and it keeps happening.

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Until Tomorrow by rufflefeather on Archive of Our Own

Words: 9016

Chapters: 1/1

Part 2 of the inside these arms series

Summary:

Derek's worst nightmares didn't prepare him for this.

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Let it be me by rufflefeather on Archive of Our Own

Words: 1495

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

After everything that happened, Stiles goes to see Derek.

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Even the stars they burn by rufflefeather on Archive of Our Own

Words: 5770

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

Derek finds out quite by accident what makes Stiles shut up. If he reveals along the way that he didn't always carry this darkness around, then that's entirely Stiles' fault.

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Solstice. by rufflefeather on Archive of Our Own

Words: 4119

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

It's the first total lunar eclipse during winter solstice in three hundred and fifty years and Derek has no idea what's going to happen.

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Author: rufflefeather

This author has some intense, sometimes heartbreakingly endearing, and wonderful Teen Wolf fics.

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Hear The Wheels As They Roll by crossroadswrite on Archive of Our Own

Words: 44919

Chapters: 2/2

Summary:

“You can’t be here. This is private property,” someone calls out and for some reason that voice sounds painfully familiar.

When it hits him why, Stiles almost chokes with the realization, “Derek Hale,” he says, unbelievably happy because he remembers Derek when they were young.

Derek looks grumpier, sadder, angrier. Stiles can’t really fault him for that. He also looks surprised that Stiles knows who he is. He squint/glares suspiciously at him, his nostrils flare for a second before he widens his eyes almost dramatically.

“Stiles,” he says quietly, like he can’t really believe it.

Stiles beams, “Yeah, you remember me!”

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Author: crossroadswrite

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[when-they-write-stuff]

Can I pretty please get a 91 and/or 35 for sterek?

91. Where were you?

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When Derek arrived at the hospital, he should have expected the sight that awaited him.

He stood in the doorway of the hospital room for a long moment and tried to find his voice. But he wasn’t the one with the words right now. Leaning over the bed a few feet away, the Sheriff was murmuring something soft; things Derek could probably catch if he wanted to, but he didn’t try.

Stiles was asleep in the hospital bed in front of the man. But the Sheriff kept talking anyway, voice slightly strangled. 

Instead of listening to his words, Derek listened to Stiles’s calm heartbeats and tried to strangle the terror coiling in his chest. It didn’t do much good, though. Slowly, he stepped forward.

“Sheriff.”

The man startled and spun around. But the moment he saw Derek, his face tightened and he turned back away again, taking his son’s hand once more. Derek’s stomach twisted even further.

Slowly, he moved forward to stand next to the Sheriff’s side.

“Sir, I—”

“You don’t need to say anything, Hale.”

Derek closed his mouth and looked quietly at the boy. There were tubes attached to Stiles’s arms, one going up his nose, and his face was pale. But Derek knew he would be alright. The claws of the wendigo hadn’t met anything vital and Scott’s pack had managed to get the boy to the hospital before he could lose too much blood.

Derek knew he would be alright. He had no doubts the Sheriff knew that too. But he could still smell the anger and terror wafting off of the man. And he understood that feeling.

“He’ll be alright,” Derek said, despite everything. The Sheriff flinched.

The man was trembling slightly, Derek noticed. Reaching out, he laid a gentle hand on the man’s shoulder and just left it there. Not squeezing too hard, not saying a word. The Sheriff took a shaky breath and rested his forehead on his son’s hand.

“I always worry about him, Hale. But I always thought he would be alright. He’s my son, you know? He’s not allowed to die.”

Derek swallowed hard, nodding. “I know.”

“Where were you?”

Derek swallowed hard. “I… haven’t been in town for a few years, sir. When Scott called me, I caught the first flight out.”

The Sheriff looked over his shoulder with a tight expression and Derek resisted the urge to flinch, forcing himself to hold the man’s gaze. After a long second, the Sheriff’s face broke again. “He’s only human, Hale. He shouldn’t be running with wolves.”

“Sir—”

“You came back to Beacon Hills for him.”

Derek stayed quiet. But slowly, he nodded and the man turned his gaze back to the boy.

“Will you stay?”

“As long as it takes for him to heal—”

“After that, Hale.”

Derek closed his mouth and let himself look back at Stiles again. He hated seeing the pale skin of the boy’s face. The way his chest rose and fell shallowly and the tube that went up his nose. He looked smaller than usual. He looked fragile.

Derek knew Stiles. He knew the boy was the complete opposite of fragile. But seeing him lying in the hospital bed, Derek was still terrified.

“Hale?”

“I don’t know, sir.”

“If I could make you stay,” the man said. “I would.”

Derek looked at him in confusion. The Sheriff’s brown eyes never turned back to meet his own but Derek didn’t hear a single skip of his heart. The man’s words rang loud and true, but Derek didn’t know why. 

Because why would the Sheriff of Beacon Hills ever want him near his son?

Derek opened his mouth but before he could say a word, Stiles’s heartbeats changed. The boy stirred and Derek stepped back as his eyelashes fluttered. For a moment, he nearly fled the room.

When Stiles’s eyes opened, though, they didn’t immediately go to Derek. Instead, they focused on his father and Stiles looked started for a moment, before relaxing with a sigh.

Derek watched as Stiles’s hand turned over to take the Sheriff’s.

“Hey there, pops.”

The Sheriff laughed and brought his son’s hand up to his cheek. With a tight throat, Derek started to back even further away. But then Stiles’s gaze snapped to where he stood and the boy’s eyes widened.

Stiles tried to sit up and immediately made a noise of pain. Derek was moving before he could stop himself, one hand taking Stiles’s arm, the other gently pushing him down. Stiles breathed a sigh of relief as black lines began to trace up Derek’s arm and the Sheriff stepped back, glancing between the two of them.

But Derek didn’t even look over. His attention was on Stiles and the way the boy’s amber eyes searched his face, hand trembling a little as it reached up to touch his cheek.

“Derek, you’re here?”

“I’m here,” Derek said softly. Stiles’s throat bobbed as he swallowed.

“It’s been two years.”

“I know.”

“Why now?”

“Scott called me.”

Stiles’s face twisted and he yanked away like he’d been burned. Derek resisted the urge to flinch at that, but it still felt like he’d been punched in the gut. Stiles’s scent soured with anger. “So you came for Scott. That’s why you’re here.”

“I came for you,” Derek said. And he didn’t even think twice before the words spilled out.

Stiles blinked up at him.

The Sheriff suddenly cleared his throat and Derek jumped, remembering the man’s presence for the first time in the last five minutes. His face burned and he started to draw back, but then the man put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed gently.

“Stay for a little longer, son. I’m going to go see if I can find some coffee in this place.”

Derek looked at him, startled. But the Sheriff only smiled and then gave his son a look, reaching over and squeezing his arm too. “Behave, Stiles.”

“Behave? Me, behave?”

“Yes,” the man said. “You. And don’t move around too much or you’ll mess up your stitches.”

Stiles grumbled but relaxed further into his covers. Derek watched in silent shock as the man left the room and then looked back at Stiles, suddenly even more nervous than before.

The boy raised an eyebrow. “So, Sourwolf, when do you plan on leaving?”

“W-what?”

“Well,” Stiles said. “Clearly, I’m alive and well, so there’s nothing keeping you here anymore. You only came to make sure about that, didn’t you? So when are you leaving?”

Derek felt like he’d been punched. “Do you want me to leave?”

Stiles’s face tightened. For a long moment, the boy held his gaze, and then he turned away, facing the opposite wall. Derek swallowed hard, nodding, and moved a step back. 

“I can do that. I can go.”

Stiles didn’t move. Didn’t react. Derek clenched his jaw and forced himself to turn away. He never should’ve come back; he should’ve known better. Stiles was right, it had been two years and he’d only come back to make sure the boy was okay.

That is why he’d come back, right? 

“I’m sorry, Stiles.”

Stiles’s scent soured. He didn’t move until Derek’s hand was on the doorknob and then Derek heard him curse. “Don’t go.”

Derek froze. Slowly, he glanced back, but Stiles still hadn’t faced him.

“Don’t... go, Derek,” Stiles said softly. If Derek hadn’t had enhanced hearing, he might have even heard it. “Please don’t leave me again.”

Derek’s heart cracked. He moved back forward and sank into the chair that the Sheriff had been in previously. Stiles turned to face him again and Derek reached out, threading his fingers through the boy’s own. He heard Stiles’s heart skip a beat. The boy eyed him dubiously.

“You’ll stay?”

“I’ll stay.”

“For good this time,” Stiles said. “Tell me you won’t leave again.”

Derek’s breaths caught in his throat and for a moment, he just nodded. But then to Stiles’s pleading gaze, Derek licked his lips and cleared his throat. “I won’t leave, Stiles. I won’t leave again.”

“You won’t.”

“No.”

“Promise.”

“I promise, Stiles.”

“Then I swear to god,” Stiles said, eyes flashing. “If you ever do, I’ll hunt your little werewolfy ass down and drag you back here myself.”

Derek laughed suddenly; because he believed it. Bringing Stiles’s hand up to his lips, he pressed a soft kiss against the back of it and Stiles’s heart skipped a beat again. The boy’s eyes fluttered as he took a heavy breath.

“I’m glad you’re here, Derek.”

“I’m sorry I wasn’t earlier.”

“I know.”

“I should have been.”

Stiles nodded again, but then reached out, brushing his fingers over Derek’s cheek. Derek tried to hold back a small whine as he turned his face into it.

“Never again,” he said softly and if Stiles could’ve been able to hear it, he would’ve known Derek’s heart didn’t skip a beat. But maybe he could. Because once more, the boy nodded.

“I know.”

And all of that, Derek meant more than anything.

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Oh, the soft feels hit me so hard for this one. I’d already done 35 so I figured I’d give 91 a go and I had so much fun with it! Thank you for the prompt, my friend <3

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[biaswreckme-main]

save myself

@whumptober2019 prompt no. 8: stab wound

sterek – teen wolf

Stiles felt lightheaded getting home.

Another day in Beacon Hills, another confrontation with an even crazier creature than last time. This feeling was not any news to him, but this time it was laced with a twinge of pain.

To be honest, it wasn’t until much later that Stiles even noticed he had a small knife digging into his skin. It was all the adrenaline, he thought. That’s why I didn’t feel anything, he reassured himself, trying to stay away from the sad thought that he hadn’t felt anything because he was used to the wounds by now. Somehow, the priorities were always the werewolves – ok, he admitted, they were the priority because whenever they were hit by any kind of weapon it would most certainly be laced with wolfsbane, so they needed to act quickly. And apparently, the smell of human and werewolf blood in the midst of chaos wasn’t that much different.

And so he stuck to his usual routine after a particularly bloody night: he got home and took off his clothes to inspect the extent of the damage so he could think on a plan of action. The thing he learned fast with stab wounds was never to take the damn thing off his body unless he was ready to press on it and suture. Running with werewolves as close as he was used to meant he got an array of injuries: stabs, shots, scratches, and even a fricking arrow embedded into his shoulder. The sheriff was on another night shift, so he silently thanked whoever was out there for being able to conceal this from him one more time.

Summertime was going to be fun, trying to explain all his newly acquired scars from these past few months.

He put a belt between his teeth – the one he used for this sole purpose – and got out the first aid kit. He needed to refill it before the next time he decided to go out and fight, but for that night it would do.

Just as he was getting ready to pull the knife out of his arm, he heard a tap on his bedroom window. He didn’t think twice and went to check it, not minding what he was about to do.

Oh shit. Derek.

“What are you doing here?”

“What the hell, Stiles? You were hurt? Why didn’t you say so?” the older werewolf asked angrily and at the same time, worriedly.

“It’s nothing. But since you’re here come on in and help me, huh, the knife is in my good arm and I’m still not ambidextrous.”

Could werewolves get into shock? Derek said nothing as he got through the window and went to the bathroom to help him.

“Stiles…” his voice was laced with guilt.

Stiles said nothing. He knew what Derek was seeing. His body. Bruises, old and new scars.

“Will you help me or not, sourwolf?” Stiles tried to lighten the mood.

Derek nodded in agreement and silently helped, still not believing this had happened and no one noticed. He promised himself things would change from then on.

Each tiny stitch tugged on his own heart. And Derek knew, no matter how much pain he took away from this wound, there was already too much hurt and sadness under Stiles’ skin for him to even begin to comprehend.

But he guessed that was what happened when one ran with wolves.

[rieraclaelin]

This was for the square “Dragging Themselves Along the Ground” for my Bingo board, from @badthingshappenbingo .

I have never really written anything this angsty or violent for Sterek, before. Not that this is super violent, but there is some canon-typical violence, and lots of blood/injuries. So be warned! (and of course, because it’s me, a happy ending!)

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Also on AO3

The Attack

Derek stood at the edge of the clearing. Blood and fur and… other things that he’d rather not think about were splattered all around the ground and on his clothes.

The fight had been long and brutal, and Derek still had no idea what it even was they had been fighting. All he knew was that they had claws as sharp as his, and teeth twice as long with a bite that could probably have snapped his arm in two. Luckily, they didn’t seem to need anything special to die. At least, he hoped they didn’t need anything special, Derek thought as he eyed the bodies on the ground.

Derek cracked his neck, then winced at the pain that shot down his back. One of the creatures had managed to get a good bite in at the base of his neck, and another managed to dig its claws into his lower back deep enough that there was sure to be bone showing. He was healing, at least, and the creatures were all dead. Hopefully.

Derek glanced out to the clearing and watched as Stiles limped his way to where Scott was standing. Scott hadn’t arrived until most of the creatures were already dead, and it had been Derek and Stiles on their own. Not that that was uncommon for them anymore since the pack was gone off to college and Scott had himself a new girlfriend.

Derek watched as Scott clamped his hand down on Stiles’ shoulder and ignored Stiles’ wince. Derek wanted to growl, wanted to step up and smack Scott’s hand away, but Stiles had made it plenty clear that he could handle himself. Which he could, but still. Sometimes Derek just wanted to protect him. Not that Stiles needed protecting, actually, but… well, it was all very confusing in Derek’s mind. Much easier to just not think about it, or about how Stiles could make Derek’s heart speed up with just a look.

“That went well,” Scott said. Derek watched Stiles scowl as he shrugged Scott’s hand off his shoulder.

“‘Well’? How was any of that ‘well’? Derek’s spine was almost ripped out of his back, dude! What took you so long to get here?” Stiles said. Derek winced at the reminder, but honestly, the pain was mostly gone by now. A little tightness remained, but that was as easily ignored as the pain earlier.

Scott grinned at Stiles and shrugged. “Sorry, I was on the phone with Megan. Besides,” Scott said with a quick glance towards Derek. Derek tried, he really did, but he couldn’t get rid of the glare on his face. “Derek’s fine, he’s healing. Chill, dude.”

“He shouldn’t even have to be healing! If you would have just answered your phone the first five times we called, this,” Stiles yelled as he waved his arm around, “could have been avoided!”

“Look,” Scott said, “we are all fine. Let’s just-”

“Fine?” Stiles grit out. “How am I fine? My clothes are fucking ruined by all the rips and blood. Which, for the record, a lot of that is mine! My shoulder is already black and blue and probably will be useless for the next week.” This time Derek did growl, and Scott flinched slightly but didn’t look in his direction. “How is that fine? How would you feel if Megan got injured like this?”

Scott flinched harder. “That’s not going to happen, I won’t let her near any of this. She’s just a human.”

“And I’m not?” Stiles said lowly. Derek knew Stiles, knew by the way he was clenching his fists that he was barely hanging on to his anger. Derek was kind of surprised that Scott hadn’t picked up on it yet, but, well. Maybe he shouldn’t be surprised.

“You are different. You are in the know, you willingly put yourself into dangerous situations like this all the time.”

“Just… go home, Scott,” Stiles said. Now he just sounded tired, and Derek hated that almost as much as he hated when Stiles sounded in pain.

Scott opened his mouth, but Stiles just shook his head and turned his back to him. Turned to look at Derek. The anger melted off Stiles’ face, turned to concern in a second. Scott slumped his shoulders, darted a quick look in Derek’s direction, then turned and walked away from them both.

Stiles’ shoulders sank, and he sighed as he began walking over to Derek. He tried to give Stiles a reassuring smile, but judging by Stiles’ raised eyebrow, he didn’t succeed.

A low growl sounded from behind Derek, but before he could even brace himself, something sharp swiped across Derek’s back. Derek stumbled as he bit back a cry. Next thing he knew, he was falling towards a tree and Stiles was crying out in pain. Then everything went black.

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Derek groaned as he opened his eyes. He must not have been out long because his back was still on fire, and he could feel himself trying to heal. There was a ringing in his ears, and it took Derek a few seconds to realize that it wasn’t actually ringing, but Stiles’ cries. Derek jerked his head up to look at the clearing and had to shake the blood away as it dripped down to his eyes. There was a creature, one twice the size as what they fought earlier, straddled over Stiles. Stiles was struggling hard, obviously trying to shake it, but his cries were getting weaker, and Derek knew it was only a matter of time before the creature managed to get its claws or teeth into Stiles’ neck.

Derek tried to stand but crashed back down to the ground in pain. It must have been more than a scratch that he got. Judging by how crippling painful his entire back felt, he probably had a few broken bones, not to mention a lot of blood loss. That was an alarming puddle of blood underneath him.

Derek whimpered as he heard Stiles cry out Derek’s name. He pushed his arms in front of him, allowed his claws to come out, and shoved them into the dirt. Slowly he began crawling and dragging himself across the ground, trying to get to Stiles. Growls and whimpers left his mouth as he inched his way closer. Stiles’ cries had slowed down to grunts and whines, and the world around Derek became blurry as tears filled his eyes.

A snarling blur sped in front of Derek and tackled the creature off of Stiles. The snarls sounded familiar, but Derek was too focused on getting to Stiles to try and figure out who it was.

By the time he finally reached him, the snarls had stopped. Derek finally felt strong enough to get up on his hands and knees, and he cradled Stiles’ face. There was so much blood, and he was so, so still. But he was still breathing.

Derek slowly lowered himself into a sitting position and brought Stiles’ head into his lap. He stroked his fingers through Stiles’ hair but eventually had to stop because the blood was matted and he didn’t want to tug on his hair, cause any more pain than what he was already in. Speaking of pain, he really should try to take some from Stiles.

The world was starting to spin and his stomach was rolling when he was startled by a hand on his shoulder. He looked up to see Scott, his face filled with worry.

“Can you stand?” Scott asked Derek. Derek took a deep breath, shook off the dizziness, then took stock of himself. He was still in a lot of pain, but, nothing he wasn’t used to. He could move through the pain. Wasn’t the first time, and it definitely wouldn’t be the last.

Scott carefully picked Stiles up from the ground when Derek nodded, and Derek let out a growl. He wanted to be the one to carry Stiles, wanted to have him close to him so he could hear his heartbeat and feel his breaths. Scott gave him a weird, confused look but handed Stiles over to Derek.

Together they ran out of the woods with Stiles cradled against Derek’s chest, his head resting against Derek’s shoulder. He could hear each shallow breath Stiles took, and he focused on Stiles’ heartbeat as they got closer to the hospital.

“I’ll call mom, have her meet us outside,” Scott said, and Derek nodded. Stiles was starting to groan by the time they got to the hospital, and Melissa was waiting for them in the back. Derek carefully placed Stiles on the gurney, and Melissa lifted the railings.

“Go home and clean yourselves up before coming in. He’s in good hands. I’ll call John once Stiles is taken back. Go,” Melissa said, shooing them with her hands before rolling Stiles inside the hospital.

Thirty minutes later Derek was back at the hospital with John. He had hopped into the shower just long enough to wash the blood away, then put on fresh clothes and left. Scott was nowhere to be found.

Derek paced the waiting room and glanced at the clock every two minutes. Eventually, John called his name and made Derek sit down beside him. It didn’t stop him from watching the clock, but having John’s presence beside him helped ground him a little.

Finally, the doctor came out to see them. Stiles was being transferred to a room. No major broken bones or internal injuries, though he did lose a lot of blood. But he was in stable condition and could receive visitors once he was completely set up in his room.

John and Derek had to wait for another hour before they were finally allowed back to see Stiles. Derek braced himself before he walked in, but it didn’t help. Nothing could have prepared him for how pale and still Stiles looked in the hospital bed, with IVs attached and machines beeping all around him. He could see stitches on Stiles’ cheek and arms, and his neck was turning an ugly color of black and purple.

“We’ve already labeled this as a dog attack,” John said quietly, and Derek nodded. He took a deep breath, then let it out with a shudder when John placed his hand on Derek’s shoulder. “He’ll be fine,” John said, and Derek nodded again.

Derek pulled a chair up to the side of the bed and carefully pulled Stiles’ free hand into his own. He lost track of the amount of time he sat there, rubbing his thumb over and over the top of Stiles’ hand. He was just starting to let himself doze off when he felt a squeeze to his hand. He snapped his eyes open to see Stiles blearily looking at him.

Derek let out a shaky breath as he smiled at Stiles. Stiles gave a wobbly smile back and shifted in the bed, then winced hard. Derek immediately started pulling pain and Stiles sunk back into the bed with a sigh and a smile.

“Are you okay?” Stiles asked, voice hoarse. Derek huffed.

“You are asking me if I’m okay when you are the one in the hospital?”

“Yep.”

“I’m fine, Stiles,” Derek said as he shook his head. Stiles hummed as he looked over Derek, then nodded.

“Did you kill it?”  Stiles asked as he closed his eyes.

“No. I’m not sure if Scott did, or if he just drove it away.”

“Is he here?” Stiles asked, peeking an eye open to look at Derek. Derek shook his head and Stiles sighed and closed his eye again.

“Do you want me to go, let you get some sleep?” Derek asked quietly, and Stiles tightened his hand around Derek’s.

“No. Please stay?”

Derek squeezed Stiles’ hand back and settled deeper into the chair. Stiles’ breathing became steady and his hand twitched in Derek’s as he fell asleep. John walked in a moment later with coffee for both himself and Derek. Derek thanked him, took a sip of his coffee, then finally dozed off.

Derek woke up later to the feeling of Stiles’ thumb running over his hand, and he opened his eyes to see Stiles staring at him. He was more alert and had clearly been awake for a while.

“Hi,” Stiles said when Derek caught his eye.

“Hi,” Derek replied quietly. Stiles smiled softly at Derek, a smile that Derek had only seen a small amount of times, and he couldn’t help but smile back.

“So,” Stiles began, staring hard at Derek. “Being in the hospital fucking sucks, and being hurt sucks even more. But, it did make me realize something.”

“What?” Derek asked as his heart started pounding in his chest.

“I don’t know about you, but, I’m kind of tired of dancing around whatever we are,” Stiles said as he waved his other hand between the two of them.

“Yeah,” Derek said. Stiles gave him that small smile again, and Derek knew he’d become addicted to that smile, and quickly.

“Good,” Stiles said. “How do you feel about dinner and a movie?”

Derek huffed a quiet laugh. “As long as you are with me, I feel good about it.”

Stiles brought Derek’s hand up to his mouth and pressed a kiss against it. Derek opened his hand and cupped the side of Stiles’ face, and Stiles pressed deeper into Derek’s hand and sighed.

“Good,” Stiles said again, and yeah, Derek agreed. Good.

[stacinadia]

For @imyoursourwolf!  They requested Sterek and 26 (Tending an Injury) from the Sweet Affectionate Moments Meme .  You can still request a pairing, not just Teen Wolf or Sterek, and a prompt, and I’ll write a short fic, but I’ll have to do it after Christmas!

Title:  A Werewolf’s First Aid Kit

Rating:  T

Warnings:  Canon-typical injuries

Words:  1052

Summary:  Derek takes care of a wounded Stiles

Also at AO3.

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The door to the loft slowly slid open as Derek and Stiles trudged inside, each with an arm wrapped around the other.  Derek was pretty much the only thing keeping the human upright, who barely had the energy to put one foot in front of the other.  “Loft sweet loft,” Stiles murmured, one side of his mouth quirking up into a half-smile.

Derek couldn’t agree more with the sentiment.  The fight had drained a lot out of them, and they were both covered in blood.  He just wanted to get the two of them out of their dirty clothes and then collapse into bed together and sleep for at least half a day.  They would probably still do that, but only after Derek took care of something important first.  

While the blood on Derek’s shirt was mostly his own, his wounds had already closed up thanks to quick alpha healing.  Stiles’ shirt also had blood on it, mostly on his left side, but it seemed much more fresh than Derek’s blood, which worried the alpha.  Stiles was holding that side with his other hand while he limped along with Derek.

“Come on,” the werewolf coaxed, gently guiding Stiles through the loft.  “Do you think you can make it to the bathroom, or do you just want to sit on the couch?”

“Sitting sounds really good right now,” Stiles said quietly, closing his eyes.  “But I don’t want to ruin your furniture.”

Derek rolled his eyes.  His mate could be so ridiculous sometimes.  “Stiles, seriously, don’t worry about that.  Besides, Melissa taught me all kinds of tricks to get blood out of furniture and other stuff.”

The half-smile turned into a full smile.  “Well, if you insist, my wolfy friend,” Stiles drawled with a wink that Derek couldn’t help but chuckle at.  “Let’s get to that couch!”

Derek carefully helped Stiles sit on his plush couch, which would be comfortable enough for his human.  “I’ll be right back,” he promised, then quickly went to his bathroom and rummaged around for his first aid kit.

Werewolf first aid kits usually consisted of various strains of wolfsbane for burning in case one of them got injured by something imbued with the deadly plant and needles and string to stitch up large wounds to help them heal faster.  But ever since Stiles and the other humans had joined his pack, his first aid kit started to include things like antibiotic cream and bandages.

He brought the first aid kit over to Stiles and sat down beside him on the couch.  Stiles lifted his t-shirt so Derek could see his wound.  Derek gently touched it, and started draining his pain immediately with his other hand when Stiles winced.

Four slash marks clearly made by claws sat above his hip.  The marks were still bleeding sluggishly, though thankfully not as bad as they had been at first.  They weren’t too deep, which meant that Stiles probably wouldn’t need stitches, though they would likely leave scars on his side.

“That omega really hurt you,” he said, aiming for casualness as he carefully cleaned the wound with a cloth with one hand while the other remained in place on Stiles‘ stomach draining his pain.

“Hey, I hit him, too, you know,” Stiles protested.  “Right on the head with my bat!  It’s a tried-and-true method of subduing werewolves!”

Derek snorted.  “And how many werewolves have you tried that on by now?”

Stiles shot him a winning smile.  “I’ve lost track by now, to be honest.”

Now that the wound was clean, Derek took the antibacterial ointment and squeezed a decent amount onto his finger.  Then he dabbed it carefully onto the claw marks.  

Seeing those marks on Stiles‘ skin reminded him of how fragile his mate was, at least physically.  “I hate that you get hurt,” he said quietly.

Stiles stared at Derek, then his face softened.  “I know, Sourwolf,” he said, using his favorite nickname for the wolf.  “But I want to help you guys fight.  I need to help you.”

“I know,” Derek admitted, unwrapping some gauze.  “But I don’t know what I’d do if anything happened to you.”

“And I feel the same way about you,” Stiles said softly, looking over at Derek.

Derek looked up at Stiles, and the two of them just gazed into each other‘s eyes.  Derek was never that good with conversations, but nonverbal communication he was very good at.  Stiles had always loved to tease him about how expressive his eyebrows were.  And right now, he could feel all the love and care they each had for each other through their eyes.

“I’ll try to be more careful,” Stiles said, putting his hand on top of Derek’s, still sitting on Stiles’ stomach with black veins running up it from draining the human’s pain.  “But I’ll never stop fighting for you, or for the pack.”

Derek felt his heart swell with pride.  He had such a brave mate who was as loyal to him and his pack as any werewolf could ever be.  After the pain of his past, he couldn’t believe that he actually got to have this wonderful man.

He cut out a large bandage, then placed it on top of the gauze.  “There, all taken care of,” he proclaimed.

Stiles leaned over and kissed Derek on the cheek.  “You make an awesome nurse,” he teased.

Now that Stiles was taken care of, Derek got off the couch and scooped Stiles up into his arms, causing the human to squawk.  

“What are you doing, Derek?”  Stiles squeaked, wrapping his arms around him.

“Bedroom,”  He grinned down at Stiles, who looked like he was going to protest.  “For sleeping,” he added, making Stiles smile in relief.  “I’ll get our clothes off, and then we can rest.”

Stiles’ brown eyes sparkled.  “I am so ready for that!” he proclaimed, then pointed his finger in the direction of Derek’s bedroom.  “Onward, my noble steed!  To that amazingly soft bed of yours!  And I am gonna cuddle you so hard!”

Derek laughed as he carried Stiles off to the bedroom.  He and his mate had survived yet another battle, which thankfully weren‘t as frequent as they had been years ago.  And he was going to enjoy all the time he had with Stiles in the future.