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[boymeetswerewolf]

Sterek Week '18 // Alternate Canon

"And I miss your precious heart..."

After Allison's death, Stiles can't let go of the overwhelming guilt and the thought that he was responsible for what happened to her. With his friends all grieving over Allison in their own way, Stiles seeks out the one person he feels could possibly understand what he's going through: Derek.

[jmeelee]

Uh, Stiles?”

Stiles spins around in his desk chair to find Derek shirtless, smooth chest and narrow waist on display. From the corner of his eyes, he sees Danny do a double take. “Yes?”

Derek snaps a t-shirt between his hands; the seams scream in protest. “This? No fit.”

“Then try something else on.” Derek angrily pulls a hideous blue and orange striped shirt Stiles has owned since middle school over his head. It fits him like baloney skin, but Derek somehow still manages to look mouthwatering. “Hey! That one looks pretty good. What do you think, Danny?”

Danny’s eyes are glued to Derek’s pecs and abs, which are seconds away from bursting out of their cotton prison. “It’s… it’s not really his color.” Derek reaches behind him, whips off the shirt in a graceful maneuver that showcases every incredible inch of skin, and Stiles smirks as Danny turns red.

“You swing for a different team, but you still play ball, don’t you, Danny boy?”

Danny bares his teeth at Stiles. “You’re a horrible person. And while we’re making terrible baseball analogies, don’t think I don’t know you like to catch as much as you like to pitch. Don’t pretend that was solely for my benefit, Stilinski.”

It’s Stiles’ turn to blush, because with his werewolf hearing, there’s no way Derek missed that revelation.

He sneaks a glance over his shoulder, finds Derek, still shirtless, staring curiously at him. His breath catches and his heart rabbits in his chest, and he swears Derek starts to smile before he turns away to rummage through Stiles drawers some more. Jesus, the dude has back dimples. Stiles would pitch, catch, umpire, play shortstop, or do just about anything to slide into home with a dude like Derek Hale.

Yeah, Stiles is definitely bisexual.

Sterek Week 2018 • Day 4: Alternate Canon

[anefan]

bittersweet between my teeth

Rating: T

Words: 1.7k

Warnings: None!

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It was quiet when Stiles snuck back to the Hale house, the clearing hushed like even nocturnal birds and animals were respecting the crime scene. He wasn’t sure why Derek would still be here, but he had a hunch. The hunch was: Derek had nowhere else to go. Even after all the terrible things that had happened in this half-acre patch of burnt woods, Derek still thought of it as home. Maybe the fresh coat of tragedy and gunpowder would be enough to make the idea of sleeping here less appealing than hunting for an apartment—if Derek stayed in Beacon Hills at all. That thought had hit him like a ball of ice, had burned through his exhaustion and driven him back here, to the most recent setting of his future nightmares.

The creak of the porch steps made him freeze, skin taut over racing blood, even as he reminded himself that Derek would have heard him coming a mile away. He took another step, then two, past the gaping front door ragged with bullet holes.

Stiles cleared his throat, as if that could keep his voice from cracking. “Derek?”

Silence was his only answer, but it was a particular quality of silence, one that Stiles had become pretty well acquainted with. He waited for his eyes to adjust to the dark.

“Hey,” Stiles said to the stiff shadow above the stairs. The dull gleam of unearthly red slowly expanded from slits as the new alpha’s eyes opened just enough to glare at him.

“Go home,” Derek said.

“I went,” Stiles said. He’d changed, showered, picked up the spare key for the jeep, and made Jackson ferry him back to the parking garage where Peter had threatened and abandoned him, a lifetime ago. Jackson had been white-knuckled and silent the entire way; small mercies. That wouldn’t last. “Now, I’m back.”

The red eyes vanished, and Stiles heard a soft thump as Derek dropped his head back against the wall. “Why.”

“Um.” Stiles kind of wanted to step further in and close the door behind him, but he wasn’t sure normal house etiquette applied to half-torched, bloodstained, bullet-riddled husks. He shuffled in place. “So. You’re the alpha.”

Silence.

“How’s that… going,” he tried.

The silence somehow gave him the impression that if he had werewolf powers, he’d hear Derek grinding his teeth.

“I just ask because… well. The last guy who was the alpha, he was… how do I say this? Nuts. Totally nuts.”

“Stiles.”

“He was so nuts that the drive to make a pack had him immediately deciding that his number one priority was to bite literally the first asshole he ran into, which was Scott. And you saw how that turned out for him. Not to mention, the whole string of murders afterwards was murder on—on my dad.”

Silence.

“So you see where I’m going with this.”

The red eyes flared again, brighter. The upper floor creaked dangerously as Derek leaned forward. “Are you asking?”

“I—.” Despite the open door at his back and that half the house was ripped open to the woods, Stiles felt like the air had been sucked out of the room. He took a few deep breaths. Licked his lips. “What?”

“Are. You. Asking.”

“For—am I asking for the bite?”

“Yes, Stiles. Are you asking for the bite.”

“No!”

“Then why are you here?” The eyes rose gracefully as Derek stood up to loom harder, brightening as they caught more light, or Stiles’s eyes adjusted. Or maybe the glow burned hotter as Derek got pissed.

“I just came to check on you! God! I don’t want you to bite me, but I—”

“That’s a lie.”

Stiles felt his heart leap into his throat, shook his head against the memory of Peters teeth against his wrist. “You can listen to my heartbeat from all the way up there? That’s—ha. Freaky alpha hearing.” The sudden sweat on the back of his neck was clammy as he wiped it away.

“Stiles,” Derek snapped, and whatever it was that always drew Stiles’s attention no matter how scattered, like a magnet, like a lightning bolt, it was stronger now. It rang inside him, echoing, reverberating, so that one word had him reeling like a struck tuning fork, answering before he could catch his breath.

“I’m not—it’s not a lie. I mean, who doesn’t want superpowers, right? But I—You said it could kill me.” And so had Peter. “I can’t do that to my dad, Derek. I can’t leave him alone.”

The palpable cloud of menace slowly receded. The red vanished. “Okay,” Derek said, strangely subdued.

Stiles gaped into the darkness, thrown by the simple acceptance. But. Derek knew something about being left.

So Stiles barreled on, rather than let either of them dwell on it. “That’s a yes on the instincts, I guess. If you’re just handing out wolf bites to whoever drops by.”

“Laura fought it for years,” Derek said, and even from the upper story, it felt close. Confessional. “I’ll—I can control it.” From how he was struggling to even say it, Stiles was skeptical.

“She had a pack,” Stiles pointed out. “She had you.”

Silence.

Stiles licked his lips again, heart pounding. Closed his eyes. “I know you can have humans in a pack. I know—your family had humans. And I’ve been in Scott’s pack. Since. So far.” Derek made a dark, derisive noise, and Stiles hurried to finish before he got angry again, or laughed. “If it’s okay that I’m human—that I stay human, I could—I would—"

He barely registered the shriek of the bannister as Derek leapt over, or the displaced rush of air. The solid landing, on the weakened floorboards right in front of him, almost brought Stiles to his knees. “Whoa, hey—"

“Don’t joke about this,” Derek said, eyes like a banked fire, too close to look away from, close enough that Stiles could feel the raw heat of him, breathed in the animal musk and ash and—pond scum, weirdly, like he’d jumped in a lake. His palm was hot through Stiles’s thin t-shirt, shoving him back against the wall, splayed fingers digging in like he could pick Stiles up like a basketball, like he could tear out his heart, and maybe he could. “Don’t say it if you don’t mean it,” he said, but it sounded like he was the one torn open, bleeding out. This close, the darkness weak between them, Stiles could see the wildness, the fear, that his whole façade was made up of cracks, barely strung together. Stiles realized with a jolt that if he pushed him just right, dug his fingers into the sensitive places, he could make Derek shatter.

Somehow, that made it easier to rest his hand over Derek’s, to lightly press that trembling power even closer to his heart. “I mean it,” Stiles said, meeting his eyes, steady, strong. “I want to be in your pack.”

Derek’s fingers spasmed hard enough that Stiles was pretty sure he’d have bruises in the morning, and the air between them was full again of that pressure Derek had reeled in earlier, the weight of his power. The scarce inches separating them were charged with a turbulent potential that Stiles could almost feel like static on his skin. Slowly, carefully, eyes burning, Derek leaned closer.  Stiles had to bite his lip and try not to hyperventilate, couldn’t help but glance down at his mouth as it opened, and he couldn’t keep in a gasp when the edge of Derek’s teeth shone in reflected starlight. The fangs. The fangs. His heart kicked into higher gear and he struggled, on instinct, lashing out, but of course he was stuck, trapped, pinned like a bug, like an idiot—

“Ssh,” Derek murmured, gentle, around his huge fucking fangs. “You have to submit.”

Stiles threw his head back with a high, sharp laugh, because what did that even mean? and then his whole body was shuddering, beyond his control, because Derek’s fangs were on him, on his neck, the barest pressure around his pounding jugular. “Ssh,” Derek said again, and the soft brush of his lips sparked a different kind of shudder entirely, the adrenaline and the heat and the way his skin always leapt to Derek’s touch crashing against each other in a way that was consuming, and mortifying, and entirely not his fault.

“Okay,” Stiles said, sucking in a deep breath, willing it to be true. “Okay, we’re doing this now. This is happening.” He squeezed his eyes shut, unclenched his abused muscles one by one until he could slump against the wall, let Derek take his weight as his warm breath dampened Stiles’s neck. Derek, the bastard, only hummed, giving him yet another sensation to try not to react to. “Ugh.” Not sure what to do with his arms, he tried awkwardly setting one on Derek’s gently heaving shoulder, wrapping the other around in an uncomfortable kind of hug.

Eventually, teeth that had gone human-blunt pulled back entirely, and Derek kind of stiffened. Stiles magnanimously decided to ignore Derek’s embarrassment as he came back to himself.

“You are rank, dude. Did you go run through a swamp?” he said instead, and the tension in his shoulders slowly deflated.

“Lake,” Derek admitted. “Shut up.” He nuzzled into the curve of Stiles’s shoulder a little, like he could do it stealthily. “Pack members should respect the alpha.”

Stiles rolled his eyes. “Oh, yeah? Well, you’ve met me, so if that was a requirement, you shouldn’t have said yes.” He risked a condescending pat on the head, Derek’s hair thick under his fingers. “I don’t think I could respect anyone who smells this fucking terrible.” He ignored Derek’s grumble. “If we’re going to get anyone else to join this pack, you’ll have to shower. Like, regularly.”

The scrape of Derek’s stubble on the delicate skin of his neck sent shivers all the way to his toes, and he felt Derek’s toothy grin in response.

This was either the best or the worst idea he’d ever had.

[mute90]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: Pre-Slash, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Angry Stiles Stilinski, Young Derek Hale, stiles doesn't like change, Sterek Week 2018, sterekalternate Series: Part 4 of Sterek Week '18 Summary:

The problem with getting parents involved in supernatural shenanigans was that when you stuck a de-aged teenager in front of them, they said, “Well, he can’t just sit around all day. He needs to go back to school.”

[madness-of-void]

Title: Awakening  Rating: Teen Theme: Alternate Canon Word Count: 13997

Winston William Walters III. That was the name the visiting alpha gave in a tone that was equally as snooty as his damned name. And the way he held himself was arrogant. Like he was some aristocrat from the frickin' Victorian era. The three piece suit he wore almost every time he met up with the Hale pack certainly didn't help matters.

Stiles didn't like him.

Something didn't sit right with this guy. And not because of his snobby attitude. No...there was something off about him. Like, he had this wry grin that reminded Stiles of Peter, but like, a thousand of the dude. And his eyes glinted with some sick, malicious want. Made Stiles' skin crawl.

Thankfully, Stiles wasn't alone in his feelings.

Whenever his dad was in the same room with WWW, he eyed the wolf like he would with a suspect in the interrogation room. Kira, who usually like everyone and saw the good in everyone, always kept close to Allison or Stiles whenever WWW was visiting, still as a board and worrying at her lip till he left. Erica and Boyd wouldn't stay in the room for more than five minutes before they would just leave with sour expressions. Allison would be on pins and needles until he left, sometimes her fingers twitching towards one of her many hidden weapons. Isaac would glare until he would mutter something to Lydia, who would also be glaring, and they would leave the room together, which was weird all around.

Derek had the most...strong reaction.

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[halevetica]

Comforting

First Erica’s death and now Boyd’s. Derek’s pack only now consisted of Isaac. Cora was leaving, not that he could blame her. There was Peter as well, but Derek didn’t trust him.  

Scott didn’t trust Derek so he refused to be a part of his pack. He knew it wouldn’t take long for Isaac to join sides with Scott. Derek was basically alone, however, when Boyd had died by Derek’s own claws there had only been one person there to comfort him. Despite all the people in the room, the only one to even consider how Derek was feeling was Stiles. Stiles, the hyperactive spaz, the human mixed in with the supernatural.  

Derek wasn’t upset by the lack of concern for him, in fact he was used to it. He had actually been taken aback by the hand that had landed on his shoulder as he knelt on the floor of his loft by Boyd’s side. He hadn’t needed to look back to know whose hand that belonged to, he could feel that it was Stiles. Something about his presence was soothing to the alpha, and when he felt Stiles hand on his shoulder, it did more than Stiles even knew.

That was why he was currently pacing the loft, waiting for Stiles to show up. He wanted to let Stiles know that he appreciated the gesture. Stiles had always been there for Derek, but never like that. He had genuinely been concerned for Derek. And amongst all the alpha chaos, he needed that.  

The familiar sound of Stiles’ jeep reached Derek’s ears. Even that had become a soothing sound to Derek. The more he thought about it, the more he realized just how must he trusted Stiles. The idea was unsettling in Derek’s chest. He didn’t like to trust anyone, it was too dangerous. But Stiles had somehow wiggled his way into Derek’s life in a way that Derek couldn’t deny.

The door to the loft opened and Stiles poked his head in, “Hey Derek, I’m here,” Stiles called out, “Course you already knew that cause you could hear me a mile away,” Stiles muttered with a roll of his eyes.

Derek felt a tug at his lips, Stiles was kind of a disaster, yet Derek had grown to like that about the human. He was clumsy and loud, and obnoxious, but he was also loyal, and smart, and funny. Not that Derek would ever tell him that.

“You came alone,” Derek had asked him to, but he expected him to bring Scott anyway.

“You asked me to,” Stiles shrugged plopping down on the couch, “Figured there was a reason for it.”

“You’re not scared of me like you used to be,” It wasn’t posed as a question, but Stiles answered anyway.

“I figure if you wanted me dead, I’d be dead, plus I've saved your ass a couple times, so I like to think you wouldn’t kill me out of principle,” Stiles smiled with a half shrug.

Derek nodded slowly but didn’t respond. It was true, Stiles had saved him when he was dying of wolfsbane poisoning, and kept him from drowning when he got paralyzed. The two had never talked about it. Just like they hadn’t talked about Stiles comforting Derek that night.

It had been over a week at this point, but it was nagging at him. For one, he wanted to know why Stiles had even bothered, and two, he wanted Stiles to know how much it meant to him.

“So, was there a reason for you texting me at almost midnight last night asking me to come over today or...” Stiles paused waiting for Derek to speak.

“Boyd,” Derek blurted.

Stiles raised his brows and sat up attentively.  

Derek cleared his throat before trying again, “When he...” Derek sighed. He wasn’t good at this. He never talked about his feelings, or even expressed gratitude. He was too guarded for that.

“I had already lost Erica and then...” Derek started to pace. This was harder than he thought.

Stiles stayed silent as he watched Derek, giving him the time to get out what he was trying to say.

“I cared about them, they were my pack,” Derek said with a frown embedded between his eyes.

“It was hard to lose them, I never wanted that, ever,” Derek’s words felt heavy in his own mouth. He didn’t open up like this, not since the fire.

Derek turned to look at Stiles, expecting a judging frown or a teasing smile, but there wasn’t one. Stiles only nodded.

“That night, you...” Derek paused unsure of how to word his next sentence.

“I what?” Stiles asked with a tilt of his head, when Derek didn’t continue.

“You reached out to me, to comfort me,” Derek looked over at the human.

Stiles sat back in his seat, a frown now reaching his usually soft features.  

“Why?” Derek asked then.

Stiles’ frown deepened, “What?”

“Why did you do that? No one else did.”

“I, uh, just did,” Stiles shrugged dismissively.

“No, no there’s a reason, what is it?” Derek pressed. He knew Stiles was a guarded person and while he was a kind person, he didn’t just reach out to those he didn’t trust and he and Derek weren’t exactly friends.  

Stiles swallowed, his teeth burying into his bottom lip.

Derek waited patiently for Stiles to answer.

“I uh...” Stiles huffed, “Okay so like, I walked in and I saw you first right and then I saw Boyd. Cora rushed over to Boyd but I saw your face and...I saw...pain. You’ve lost so many people already, you shouldn’t have to keep going through that. I wanted you to feel like you were...not alone, and I know that you don’t like me and I’m not comforting or, a part of your pack or-”

“You are” Derek interrupted then.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Comforting. You are,” Derek clarified. Again, the words felt heavy and foreign.

“I am?” Stiles asked, his tone full of surprise and doubt.

“When you reached out...Your touch was...” Derek struggled to get the words out. He wasn’t used to talking like this with anyone.

“Comforting?” Stiles offered gently.

Derek nodded.

Stiles nodded, “Good.”

Derek could smell the relief Stiles was feeling.  

“I wasn’t going to say anything, but I wanted to thank you,” Derek glanced at the wood floor at his feet.  

“Your welcome,” Stiles said with a small smile.

“Anyway, that’s all,” Derek cleared his throat.

“Okay,” Stiles stood up and made his way to the door.  

Derek felt a twinge of sadness mixed with relief. He wanted to be alone again, but he didn’t want Stiles to leave just yet.

Stiles paused at the door and glanced over his shoulder, “If you ever need anything, don’t hesitate,” Stiles smiled before pushing open the door.

Derek let a smile spread across his lips as the door shut behind the human. His stomach flipped in a way that Derek had only ever felt once before, in a way it only had around one other person, Paige. That could only mean one thing...He was falling for Stiles.

[sterekweek-2024]

Hey everyone, guess what time it is? Time to announce our tags for Sterek Week 2018!!

Make sure all of your submissions are tagged correctly so that our rebloggers have an easy time finding them, if you don’t see your submission on the blog within 12 hours, please send us a link as it probably didn’t show up in the tags, heck, if you feel more comfortable submitting the link to us anyway, feel free to do that! Just remember to tag properly! <3

ALL Sterek Week submissions should be tagged with “sterekweek2018”

The corresponding theme tags are as follows:

Thursday October 25th: Scooby!Sterek - sterekscooby

Friday October 26th: Lyrics & Quotes - stereklyrics4

Saturday October 27th: Vampire - sterekvampire

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Monday October 29th: Scene Stealer - stereklscene4

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We’re only one week away now, and now that you have our themes AND our tags, it’s time to start on those submissions- if you haven’t already! As always, Admin Void and I will be here to answer any of your questions or comments whenever there’s a point in the inbox, and our official 7 day count down is starting tommorrow!!! But other than that, we’ll see you all on the 25th!!

[ao3feed-sterek]

Through Her Eyes (Traducción)

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2QIGBSB

by lbp98l

Un mundo donde el fuego en la casa Hale no pasó y Laura puede ver a Stiles y Derek acercarse, aunque con algunos baches.

Words: 1405, Chapters: 1/1, Language: Español

Series: Part 4 of Sterek Week '18

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Laura Hale

Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Additional Tags: POV Laura Hale, Alive Hale Family, Alternate Universe - No Hale Fire, Laura Hale & Stiles Stilinski Friendship, First Kiss, Fluff, Light Angst, Protective Siblings, Sterek Week 2018, sterekalternate

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2QIGBSB

[ao3-sterek]

Through Her Eyes (Traducción)

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2QIGBSB

by lbp98l

Un mundo donde el fuego en la casa Hale no pasó y Laura puede ver a Stiles y Derek acercarse, aunque con algunos baches.

Words: 1405, Chapters: 1/1, Language: Español

Series: Part 4 of Sterek Week '18

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Laura Hale

Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Additional Tags: POV Laura Hale, Alive Hale Family, Alternate Universe - No Hale Fire, Laura Hale & Stiles Stilinski Friendship, First Kiss, Fluff, Light Angst, Protective Siblings, Sterek Week 2018, sterekalternate

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2QIGBSB

[catasterisms]

Missing and Missed

Summary:  The rescue that never happened. (At the end of s2.) Just a little scene, basically what I wished would have happened.

Rating: T

Words: 661

Stiles hurt. Everywhere. Worse than the physical pain, though, was the emotional pain, mixed in with a cocktail of shame, humiliation and anger.

Gerard may be the Argent warlord, hunting werewolves all his long life, but it was still humiliating being beaten up by an old man.

Read on AO3

[asagi-s-garden]

Title: Carpe Diem Rating: T Theme: Alternate Canon Word Count: 1,377 Summary: Stiles has been gone for nearly a year now, but Derek still misses him, he can't help but wish, as he allows the magic of his current spell to wash over him, that the werewolf would return

His wish might just get granted

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16449233

[tabbytabbytabby]

Sterek Week Day 4: Alternate Canon - No Hale Fire

[thedaughterofkings]

Electric blue bright

Written for Day Four of @sterekweek-2018: Alternate Universe! In the case of this fic, it’s a “Peter never recovered, so Laura and Derek never returned to Beacon Hills, Stiles never learned about the supernatural and only accidentally meets the Hales after moving to New York for college” AU! Happy reading :D

Stiles’ dad had never been happy with him moving to New York.

It was right across the country, far too big and way too dangerous for the Sheriff’s peace of mind. While Stiles had stuck with his choice nevertheless, he has to admit that his dad had had a point. New York City is a big and loud and boisterous, truly the city that never sleeps, but it’s also very anonymous. Stiles hadn’t really had many friends his own age; it was really just Scott and some acquaintances, but he hadn’t ever felt alone in Beacon Hills. There had been all of the deputies and the grannies at the Sunday Bake Sale who always gave him extra large pieces of cake, and Stiles never expected to miss the whole town knowing him, but he does. Here everyone just does their own thing. He hasn’t even seen his roommate yet! The only evidence he even exists have been some very suspicious sounds in the middle of the night.

But at least Stiles hasn’t stumbled into a gang war yet either, like Scott assumed he would. He gave Stiles no more than a week, but he’s already been here a month and none of his fingers have been cut off yet, so take that Scott!

It’s quite possible that’s going to change today, though.

In Stiles’ defence, he’s a cop kid, through and through. His dad brought him up well, firmly installing that ‘help if you can’ mentality from a young age even just through leading by example. Being a small town cop kid in the big city isn’t the greatest combo, though, unfortunately. Case in point: he had thought he’d heard a dog whine in an alley on his way home from his last class and, momentarily forgetting where he was, he’d went to investigate.

Instead of a hurt dog, though, he’d found a woman with bright red eyes ripping out the throat of a bizarre creature, half wolf, half man, fully looking as though it had stepped out of a horror movie. A B rated one at that. Behind them, a guy sits slumped against the wall, bloody scratches covering his face and arms, chest rising and deflating rapidly as he drags in heavy breaths. Stiles’ heart stutters in his chest and the guy suddenly lifts his head, eyes bright, electric blue as they are staring at Stiles.

Taking one stumbling step back, Stiles readies himself to run, but before he can take another step, the woman slams into him. Stiles’ head knocks into the brickwall and there are bright lights dancing in his vision. Blinking only helps so much and it takes a worryingly long moment until the face in front of him comes into focus. Up close, there’s something strangely familiar about that woman, though Stiles is sure he’s never met anyone with glowing red eyes. The feeling that he knows her nevertheless has him wrack his brain for any explanation and he almost misses her snarling:

“What are you?”

And seriously what kind of question is that? What is Stiles supposed to be? The real question is what are they? And who are they? Though Stiles suddenly realises who she reminds him of.

“Laura Hale? And Derek Hale? It’s you, isn’t it?”

A low growl and then there’s suddenly additional pressure on his throat, five sharp points and Stiles remembers the way the monster’s throat had been ripped out in one vicious movement. When he gulps automatically, the pressure increases and Stiles’ breath quickens despite his best efforts to keep it calm and steady. His heartbeat is getting out of control, too, and his vision starts swimming again. Then the pressure around his throat disappears and he gasps in a desperate breath that still doesn’t bring enough air into his lungs.

It feels as though he’s swimming through fog, everything washed white and fuzzy, sound slightly delayed and almost echoing.

The guy has pulled back the woman, and Stiles actually is really sure that that’s Derek Hale, he remembers him, and is talking insistently to her.

“Laura, no wait! He smells familiar, can’t you scent it? Like someone from home, but not quite. Didn’t one of the deputies have a son a couple years younger than us? Bilinski or so?”

“Stilinski actually,” Stiles croaks, panic receding again somewhat. “And he’s the Sheriff now, and if any harm comes to me he’ll bring the police force of the whole country down on you.”

“Oh fuck,” Laura says and swipes a hand across her brow. It wipes away the half-dried blood on her forehead, but the skin underneath is unblemished. Perhaps it hadn’t been her blood, but Stiles is pretty sure she’d had some pretty wicked scratches there just a few minutes ago.

“Seriously, what are you guys?” he blurts. “And what was that?”

He gestures towards the lifeless lump at the end of the alley and Laura sighs and starts massaging her temple, which only serves to make her face even more of a bloody mess than it already is. Derek is the one who actually answers, stepping slightly closer to Stiles, though he’s obviously doing his best not to appear any more threatening. The guy has about a thousand pounds on Stiles, though, and eyebrows which scream ‘MURDER’ so that’s a lost case really. Fear is not the only reason Stiles’ heart speeds up again, though, admittedly. Derek wears leather biker gang chic very well, and it’s a vast improvement compared to the fuzzy image of bunny teeth and too big ears that Stiles remembers. Though in hindsight he was cute even then.

“We are werewolves,” Derek says and just as quickly as he went down it, Stiles is dragged off memory lane again. Werewolves?!

He must have said that out loud because Derek nods and holds up a hand with claws instead of fingernails.

“Werewolves.”

Huh, that must have been what Laura was holding against his throat earlier. They look rather sharp and Stiles is glad for the support of the brickwall he is still leaning against because his knees are suddenly feeling a little weak.

“And that?” he asks, gesturing again at the dead creature—whose throat Laura ripped out with her claws, claws she pressed against Stiles’ throat minutes later, a voice whispers in his head, and boy, Stiles really hopes she didn’t nick him, that cannot be hygienic.

“He was also a werewolf, but he was feral, out of control, a danger to himself and everyone around him. There was no way back for him and when he started attacking people, we had to stop him,” Derek explains and it actually seems as though he wants Stiles to believe him. Stiles would say he’s having trouble trusting Derek’s word, but honestly, werewolves is as good an explanation as any for the mess he stumbled into in the last half hour. It’s actually a pretty good explanation for almost everything that has happened since he went off the path to help a stray dog and met two werewolves instead. Does that make him Little Red Riding Hood?

“But why did you attack me, then?” he asks next, turning towards Laura. “I’m not a werewolf!”

“You were a threat,” Laura says and even manages to sound somewhat apologetic, though Stiles gets a feeling he should do his best to appear non threatening if he doesn’t want claws near his jugular again.

“Me?” he scoffs instead, because self preservation was never Stiles’ strongest suit. “I’m just 147 pounds of pale skin and fragile bone. Sarcasm is my only defence really. You guys are werewolves!”

“And you are a spark,” Laura replies, unruffled. “And that you seem to have no idea what that means doesn’t make you any less dangerous.”

It’s Stiles’ turn to sigh and drag a hand across his face.

“You’ve really lost me now,” he admits. “I’m a spark? What does that mean? What does being a werewolf mean, actually? And can we please answer all of those questions in a Starbucks or something? Away from the dead guy?!”

“He has a point,” Derek says and Stiles barely resists the urge to crow. “We shouldn’t dawdle here any more. Why don’t you take care of him—” For a second Stiles thinks Derek is talking about him and is getting ready to scream his heart out for help, but then he realises that he’s talking about the dead guy, dead feral werewolf in the corner and relaxes again, “—and take a shower and I’ll take—”

He hesitates and Stiles realises he never gave his name.

“Stiles,” he thus quickly interjects and Derek continues smoothly: “—Stiles here out for a coffee and answer his question, okay?”

Laura sighs again and suddenly looks very tired.

“That’s probably the best plan. Sorry about attacking you earlier; I promise I’m usually the one who asks questions first; we’ve just been on the look out for far too long, and I guess my nerves were frayed more than I realised. I’ll buy you a hot chocolate or something as an apology when I catch up with you guys later. Now get a move on, Derek was right, we shouldn’t linger any longer, and now that I’ve thought of it I can’t wait for a hot shower.”

Having a purpose seems to invigorate her somewhat, because she claps her hands and actually starts shooing Stiles and Derek back in the direction of the main street.

“Go on, go on, get a move on! I can deal with this by myself; go get yourselves to your date!”

Stiles stumbles in surprise and would have painfully faceplanted had Derek not caught him with lightning quick reflexes.

“It’s not a date, Laura,” he grumbles, but his ears, which are still slightly too big, Stiles is delighted to see, are turning red and that gives Stiles enough courage to say:

“It could be, though, if you wanted.”

“Yeah?” Derek asks, eyes wide and this close Stiles realises that they aren’t just green like he first thought, but a multitude of colours that seems to change whenever he has identified one. Electric blue is not one of them, though, and that’s definitely going to be one of his first questions. On their date!

“Yeah,” he replies and boldly grabs Derek’s hand to finally drag him out of the alley they’ve been in for far too long already, Laura’s laughter following them even as she remains behind to clean up the mess they left.

And as Derek intertwines their hands more firmly and leads him down the street, Stiles thinks that New York City suddenly doesn’t feel so anonymous anymore. He’s not sure whether his dad would like it any better now, with werewolves on the loose, but Stiles certainly feels that his future here has become much brighter.

Electric blue bright.

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I’ll Wear My Grease With Pride

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Derek ran a hand over his mouth, “I’m sorry. If I had known-”

“You couldn’t have done anything about it, Derek, it’s fine. That isn’t even the real problem, anyway, the real problem is we were already in debt. After my mom… we have a lot of medical bills to pay off. And a mortgage we couldn’t afford. My dad tried to get a new job, like right now he’s working security at Walmart, but nothing pays all that well, and nothing gives you benefits, not in the first few months, and I… I went and broke my arm.”

Derek closed his eyes.

[sterekweek-2024]

It’s midnight EST and you know what that means, Sterek Week has officially begun!!!

You can start posting as of NOW with Thursday’s theme, make sure all of your posts have the appropriate tags, sterekweek2018 and the appropriate day tag (listed below)

Thursday October 25th- Sterekscooby Friday October 26th- Stereklyrics4 Saturday October 27th- Sterekvampire Sunday October 28th- Sterekalternate Monday October 29th- Sterekscene4 Tuesday October 30th- Sterekwitchhunt Wendsday October 31st- SterekHalloween4

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Make sure you also use TRIGGER WARNINGS if your peice contains any triggers and that you tag for mature content and put any visual mature content under a READ MORE

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If you have any questions please check out the announcement page here http://sterekweek-2018.tumblr.com/tagged/announcement or feel free to send us a message!

With that all being said, let’s kick things off with a bang and start our week long celebration of one of the greatest pairings in history: Sterek <3

[ao3-sterek]

When We Were Young

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by mute90

The problem with getting parents involved in supernatural shenanigans was that when you stuck a de-aged teenager in front of them, they said, “Well, he can’t just sit around all day. He needs to go back to school.”

Words: 1479, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 4 of Sterek Week '18

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski

Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Additional Tags: Pre-Slash, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Angry Stiles Stilinski, Young Derek Hale, stiles doesn't like change, Sterek Week 2018, sterekalternate

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