#werewolf Stiles Stilinski

[myulalie]

Both Scott and Stiles get bitten on that fateful night in the preserve, and their choices differ from then on (read on AO3).

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Chapters: 1/11

Words: 48k

Rating: Teen

Archive Warning: None

Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski ; Peter Hale & Stiles Stilinski ; Erica Reyes & Stiles Stilinski ; Jackson Whittemore & Stiles Stilinski ; Scott McCall & Stiles Stilinski ; Background Vernon Boyd/Erica Reyes

Characters: Stiles Stilinski ; Derek Hale ; Peter Hale ; Jackson Whittemore ; Scott McCall ; Erica Reyes ; Vernon Boyd ; Isaac Lahey ; Allison Argent ; Chris Argent ; Kate Argent ; Gerard Argent ; Sheriff Stilinski

Additional tags: AU - Canon Divergence ; Season 1 Rewrite ; Alpha Peter ; Werewolf Stiles ; Beta Derek ; Pack Bonds/Dynamic ; Pack Building ; Found Family ; Canon Typical Violence ; Minor Character Deaths ; Morally Grey Stiles ; Dubious Morality ; Bad Friend Scott McCall

Notes: This work is part of Fandom Trumps Hate 2024 and specifically a gift to panicbutton in thanks for your donation to a nonprofit: Coral Restoration Foundation.

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[gatorbites-imagines]

I recently started reading about werewolf stiles and I was wondering if you could do a werewolf stiles x male reader, please and thank you

Werewolf Stiles Stilinski x male reader

Headcanon

Ive never read too many werewolf Stiles fics, as I mainly read Spark Stiles stuff, but its an interesting idea, so I hope you enjoy this.

It’s been a while since I watched the show, so there might be parts about werewolf culture I forgot.

There are many ways Stiles could have been bitten, but lets assume its later on after everything with the Nogitsune and the chimeras. Its most likely Scott that bites him to save his life or something like that.

Because he killed people as the Nogitsune, and maybe other times I can’t remember, he would have blue eyes instead of yellow. Since he has so much experience with other people being bitten, he’s probably more on top of his own transformation.

If it was in the show, there would probably be a whole plot about Stiles becoming something else when he was bitten, because its Stiles, why wouldn’t he. But let’s just say the transformation went as it was meant to go.

Hes still is loud sassy self, but with a lot more wolf and dog jokes. You have to expect to hear the joke about you putting him in a collar at least once a week, or making him sleep in the doghouse.

Stiles struggles with his new urges and senses for a while, especially how much how loves your scent and can’t seem to get enough of you. Even before his bite, Stiles was a clingy lover, but afterwards it gets even worse.

He doesn’t even seem to notice he does it. Stiles will hang out at your place and splay across your bed, burying his face into your sheets and pillow and roll around. Or you go to his place, where he absentmindedly makes you wear his clothes to get his scent on you.

Stiles notices how he wants you provide for you more, it starts out small like bringing you small snacks or letting you borrow his jacket, but it becomes bringing you a whole ass deer after a full moon, much to the pack’s entertainment.

You are his person, if that makes sense. If he’s losing himself during a shift, he thinks about you to get himself back under control. Just the idea of hurting you makes his entire body and soul ache, and it’s the last thing he would ever want to do.

That might also result in Stiles hiding away from you the days before a full moon, just in case, as his needs and urges get stronger and stronger. Let’s just say he’s had to buy a lot of new pants as his claws keep tearing holes in his usual ones, as he has to grip his thigh from doing anything.

Has caught himself almost biting you on multiple occasions, like if you guys are cuddling or getting a little more intimate and Stiles finds himself scraping his teeth across your neck. His instincts howl for him to bite and mark you, but he’s so terrified of the idea that he almost falls out of the bed.

Stiles being Stiles would bury himself in research to try and understand why his urges are so God damn strong, as other wolves he’s met haven’t been so bad when it comes to their lover.

He ends up having to tuck his tail between his legs and go to other members of the pack with more experience, most likely Derek, or Peter, as his research doesn’t end up with much.

Peter would have a good laugh at his situation, and Derek would just raise a brow with a small “huh, makes sense” much to Stiles’s annoyance.  He ends up getting the werewolf version of the birds and the bees, and the whole talk about true mates, and he ends up sitting in his car just thinking this all sounds like one of those trashy werewolf romance books.

Assuming you are an average human, it would take a bit for Stiles to tell you, and you probably have to force it out of him cuz he’s avoiding you. Stiles again being Stiles, would feel like he doesn’t deserve you or that you can do so much better, so he doesn’t wanna force a bond on you.

He needs reassurance that you still love him, especially after he’s become a werewolf. After a long talk, Stiles returns to his lovable clingy self, but he won’t allow himself to bond you until you guys get older, even though he truly wants too.

I can imagine it gets so bad that he wears something like a tooth guard so he can’t accidentally bite your neck in the heat of the moment, cuz he wants you both to build your careers or educations before you get “wolf married” as he calls it.

During a full moon, he also always finds himself by your place, be it crawling in through your window or just hovering in the shadows nearby. You gets used to the feeling of him watching you when he’s wolfed out, and you’ll easily find his glowing blue eyes when you learn where to look.

Like I said earlier, a scent beast. You’ll cat him snuffling and sniffing you on the regular, and it probably reaches the point he can smell the changes in your hormones, so if you ever feel a little hot under the collar you just know he’s gonna smell it too.

After being bitten he also gets more comfortable with his body and appearance, since running around during the full moon ends with him naked more times than he doesn’t. The bite also made him muscle up, at least somewhat, which he appreciates too.

When his old flannels don’t fit on him anymore cuz of the sudden growth spurt, he gives them all to you to wear or do with as you please. If they fit, that’s the easiest way to make him buckle for you.

All in all, he’s still as much of a sweetheart as if he wasn’t a werewolf, now he just has a lot of new urges and instincts that catch him off guard every now and then. Stiles would always carry some guilt for mixing you deeper into the supernatural world, even if you were already part of it, but he also can’t ever imagine living without you.

So, make sure to reassure him that you love him and will stay by his side. If you end up some kind of supernatural being too, the guilt lessens, but its Stiles were talking about, he’s always got some kind of thing going on.

[jocollins]

Chapters: 4/4 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale & Stiles Stilinski Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale Additional Tags: Post-Nogitsune Stiles Stilinski, Post-Nogitsune Arc (Teen Wolf), Werewolves, Werewolf Stiles Stilinski, Losing Control, feral werewolf, Feral Stiles Stilinski, Made For Each Other, finding each other, Healing, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Coping, Full Shift Werewolves, Forests, Full Moon, Established Relationship, Established Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Getting Together, Falling In Love, Idiots in Love, finding anchor, Derek Hale is Stiles Stilinski's Anchor, Stiles Stilinski is Derek Hale's Anchor, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending Summary:

Stiles is trying to escape his past but gets bitten instead. Derek finds him and together they learn to navigate the new life.

[eevylynn]

Tiny Spark, Mighty Flame

Sterek || eventual Alpha Werewolf Stiles [ao3]

Among born werewolves, it was common knowledge that the prime age for a human to endure the bite of an Alpha and survive was typically during their teenage or young adult years. In fact, the youngest recorded case of a bite resulting in a transformation and not death was previously eleven years old, so imagine the Hale pack’s astonishment when they learned of a small seven year old who was bitten and miraculously survived, challenging the known boundaries of possibility.

Chapter 2 - Perception Ignited

The late afternoon sun broke through the thick canopy of trees on the long, winding road through the dense preserve casting dappled patterns of light and shadow on Roscoe. The lush green leaves danced in the gentle breeze, creating a picturesque scene of nature's vibrant beauty. The summer heat wrapped itself around the vehicle, adding a sense of warmth and anticipation to the air.

Seated in the backseat, Stiles' imagination soared amidst the seemingly surreal surroundings. His young mind, now awakened to the existence of supernatural beings, conjured images of mythical creatures running alongside the car. Perhaps a majestic unicorn with a gleaming horn or a fierce griffin soaring through the sky? Stiles yearned to encounter these fantastical beings, unsure of which ones were mere legends and which ones held the truth. Now that he knew werewolves were real and that he himself had become one, his entire world, his very perception of reality had forever shifted. Anything seemed possible, and the boundaries between the ordinary and the extraordinary blurred in his mind.

Stiles marveled at the fact that he had been discharged from the hospital yesterday after being there for only a day. He’s still amazed at his own healing. He pulled his sleeve up to look at his arm where the giant werewolf had bitten him and still found it astounding that there wasn’t a single trace of injury.

When they had arrived at Beacon Hills Medical Center two days ago, Melissa McCall happened to be on duty, a stroke of luck that would prove crucial. It was Ms. McCall who first noticed something extraordinary about Stiles' injuries - they were healing at an astonishing rate. The sight both relieved and alarmed the Stilinski family and the medical staff, leaving them bewildered.

Unbeknownst to them, Alpha Talia Hale had cultivated connections within the medical center staff, ensuring that she would be promptly informed of any supernatural occurrences. As soon as she received word of Stiles' condition, she wasted no time and made her way swiftly to the hospital. Talia sought out the bewildered parents, Noah and Claudia Stilinski, to deliver the astonishing truth: their son had been turned into a werewolf.

With utmost care and compassion, Talia explained the physical implications that Stiles would now face, including the transformations, the influence of the full moon, and his heightened senses. She also shed some light on the intricate dynamics of werewolf packs and the profound impact they have on the mental and emotional well-being of their members. Overwhelmed and nervous, the Stilinski family found themselves grappling with the magnitude of the revelation. Noah especially struggled to accept this new reality unfolding before him.

Being a parent herself, with three children of her own, Talia could relate to the stress and uncertainty that accompanied such circumstances. She provided them with her personal contact information and assured them that she would be available whenever they needed assistance, guidance, or simply a compassionate ear to listen or a shoulder to lean on.

As the jeep came to a halt in front of the imposing Hale house, Stiles glanced up and caught sight of a boy not much older than himself standing at one of the upstairs windows. His black hair framed his face, and thick eyebrows added intensity to his piercing green eyes. Though Stiles couldn't comprehend the significance of the moment, he felt an inexplicable pull toward this mysterious boy. With a friendly wave, the stranger acknowledged Stiles' arrival as the younger boy climbed out of the old jeep. Stiles grinned and waved back.

“Mischief,” Claudia called softly, gaining the boy’s attention, and he joined his parents as they headed to the large covered porch.

By the time they reached the stairs, Talia had already opened the red door, ready to greet them with a tall teenager standing at her right that had the same long dark hair and dark eyes as her mother.

“Welcome to our home!” the Alpha said regally. “This is my eldest, Laura,” Talia added, gesturing to the girl next to her. “She has recently started her training to take over as Alpha after myself, so she wanted to join us. Laura, this is Deputy Noah Stilinski and his wife Claudia.”

Talia paused before crouching down to be level with Stiles as she continued, “And this little one here is our newest pack member, Mieczysław.” 

Stiles blinked and raised his eyebrows over at his parents at the correct pronunciation of his name. No one outside of their family had ever been able to say it correctly before.

“Nice to meet you all,” Laura said kindly, “especially you, Meechslav.”

Noah smiled at Laura’s stumbling, “You can call him ‘Stiles’ if you want.”

“I am so sorry!” Laura looked horrified, like she had offended them or something, “I’ve been trying to practice saying it. Everyone has the right to have their name pronounced properly.”

Claudia put a calming hand on the girl’s shoulder, and replied, “Sweetie, we appreciate it. Honestly!” She added, seeing Laura about to interrupt. “Mieczysław was my father’s name. They were first generation immigrants from Poland, and, trust me, as a native speaker of the language, I completely understand that most Americans would have issues pronouncing it. Even my little Mischief here has problems saying his own name at times.” Claudia smiled down at Stiles, running her fingers through his shaggy hair. “For the longest time, he pronounced it ‘Mischief’, which is both adorable and, admittedly, accurate,” Claudia laughed lightly and everyone joined in.

“Stiles was originally my own father’s nickname,” Noah added, “so in a way, he’s named after both of his grandparents. We won’t be offended which you choose to call him by. You’re good. I swear.”

Talia smiled at Stiles, still crouched next to him. “What would you prefer, pup?” she inquired softly.

Stiles fidgeted as all eyes turned towards him. He shrugged, “Stiles is what everyone at school calls me.”

“Stiles it is!” Talia said cheerfully before she stood up, clapped her hands once and motioned for everyone to head inside. “How about we show you guys around real quick while Elijah finishes up lunch.”

[continue reading on ao3]

[takaraphoenix]

Last Line Tag Game

I got tagged for this again, this time by @superfluffycam-blog and @kymera219 - thanks, guys <3

Since I got tagged twice, I'm cheating and posting the last two lines I wrote ;P

Chris’ wolf needed to calm down so they could help Stiles, they could still scent-mark and mark and claim later, but right now, his Alpha was right, he needed to calm down. He didn’t get a chance to calm down, because the moment Peter flashed his Alpha eyes at Chris, Stiles’ eyes flashed on instinct – a bright Beta blue, like a werewolf.

Tagging anyone who wants to do it <3

[sapphireginger]

Summary:

Stiles had always complained about being the middle child. It didn’t matter that it was only two years between him and his older brother and less than four years between him and his younger brother. He did not like it. However, he wouldn’t trade his brothers for anything.

Peter was his older brother and a complete asshole. Theo was his younger brother and…also a complete asshole. Still, they were family and like Oma always said, Family is like chocolate, sweet with a few nuts. He wondered how their mother felt knowing she got all the nuts. 

Stiles had always complained about being the middle child. It didn't matter that it was only two years between him and his older brother and less than four years between him and his younger brother. He did not like it. However, he wouldn't trade his brothers for anything.

Peter was his older brother and a complete asshole. Theo was his younger brother and...also a complete asshole. Still, they were family and like Oma always said, Family is like chocolate, sweet with a few nuts. He wondered how their mother felt knowing she got all the nuts.

"Come on squirt!" Peter hollered. "We gotta go!"

"Calm your tits!" Stiles hollered back. "I'm coming when I'm good and ready to."

Peter popped his head into the room, startling Stiles despite his were hearing. "Doesn't look like you're cumming at all."

Stiles glared at his older brother, getting the middle finger in response along with a smug smirk. Did he mention that his older brother was an asshole? So, of course, Stiles gave a completely reasonable and totally mature response. He stuck his tongue out.

Fifteen minutes later, the two brothers left the room with rapidly healing bruises and satisfied grins on their faces. Theo was already in the car, eyeing them with a huff of faux annoyance. He rolled his eyes at his older brothers as they got in and then they were off to school.

Theo got dropped off at the middle school since he was a fifth grade. His older brothers went to the high school, Peter a junior and Stiles a freshman. Stiles sure loved his brothers and that would never change, no matter how many times they acted like assholes. After all, Stiles was an asshole too.

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"Peter?"

Peter was barely breathing. His body was weak, despite wolf healing and Stiles just knew he was going to die. His eyes burned with unshed tears as he cradled his older brother's head in his lap. His wolf was whining but he began to softly sing uncaring of the way it cracked and shook. Peter's eyes closed and his chest stopped moving. For a moment, it was silent and then Stiles's eyes snapped open, and he lunged.

Ruby eyes were never supposed to be in his future, let alone in his reflection but as Stiles stared in the mirror of his bathroom, he guessed it was his future now. The glowing rubies stared back him, his mind taking pleasure in taunting him as if to say, 'You got us, but you couldn't save him. You couldn't save your own brother. You're not fit to be an alpha.'

Quickly, Stiles shook the thoughts away. He had to accept that he was an alpha now and Peter was dead. Peter. He choked back a sob, hanging his head as his arms braced against the counter. His knuckles were white, and he could hear the groan of the marble counter as his strength sought to bend it or perhaps crack it.

A week.

That was all the time that had passed since the rogue alpha attacked. She had been a lover of Peter's that, when rejected, went feral. Stiles knew his brother was seeing someone, they had in fact found out not long ago. He and Theo had often teased their older brother about it. Stiles had not known however who it was. Kali was her name.

She had plans of grandeur, plans to kill their mother and take over the territory to impress her father Alpha Deucalion Adolphus. He was the alpha of a territory to the south of Hale Territory and had been coveting their land for years. Slowly, Kali had been turning Peter toward her side and if not for breaking things off when he met his mate—a woman named Anyla—she would've had him and she would have succeeded with her plan. Yeah, so, Peter met his mate and then he died.

So, Stiles was minus one brother, and he was now an alpha. His mother hadn't been happy nor had his father, but he knew it was because they were worried. Stiles didn't blame them. It was like they were all missing a limb or a vital organ. Losing a pack mate, not to mention a brother was agony. Without their eldest son, Stiles would be groomed to take over as the alpha of the pack. He didn't want the mantle, but Theo wasn't ever meant to be alpha either.

"Theo?"

Theo hadn't come out of his room in over a week. They hadn't spoken since their fight right after Peter died. Oh, and Stiles won the fight but of course that meant Theo submitted. Theo submitting to Stiles meant that on top of all the other shit, Stiles was now a brand new alpha with a beta.

Theo was not only his first beta but his younger brother. Stiles could feel their bond, but it was slightly muted on Theo's end. Stiles hated this limbo state they were in. It was like their wolves were restless, pacing in anticipation. It was as if their instincts knew something Stiles and Theo didn't.

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"Peter?"

Peter was alive? Stiles's wolf was frantic to get to him and that was the only thing that mattered. He and Theo arrived at the same time, colliding harshly as they got to the clearing. Stiles had to fight his instincts demanding he show the pup, his brother, who was in charge. He settled for flashing his eyes instead. Theo whined and growled but still bared his neck and flashed his eyes in return. Satisfied, Stiles turned away from his younger brother and scanned the area. Right now, Peter was what mattered. The beta was fully shifted and watched them approach. He flashed electric blue eyes at them, and Stiles frowned. When did Peter's eyes turn blue?

"Omega," Stiles whispered.

Peter growled, a whimper lining the sound and looked away. It startled Stiles as his older brother never showed any signs of submission or omegahood. He rumbled in his chest and let his wolf guide him forward.

Two betas.

Stiles now had two betas and it was both strange and not strange how easy it was. Of course, Peter came back—somehow—changed. He was no less snarky, but all traces of Kali's manipulation were gone. Stiles felt like a fool for not seeing the change in his brother before he died. Their parents were hovering, their mother always in the same room as her children, fussing over them except for at night and their father's eyes were often glistening with unshed tears. Stiles wasn't bothered by it and of course he didn't blame them. He knew they needed to be near their son just as badly as Stiles needed to be near his older brother.

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"Theo?!"

Theo was missing and nothing Stiles attempted was helping the alpha find him. When he finally caught the scent of his little brother, he was one second too late. He skidded to a stop just as the hole his blue eyed baby brother had slipped into closed up. The last thing he had seen was terror in normally mischievous eyes.

Peter had to pull Stiles back from the edge as the loss of his younger brother was driving him feral. It was happening again. First Peter, and then Theo. Why not Stiles? Was it because of his alpha spark? If that was it, they could have it. He would give anything to get Theo back home safely. He tore out the throat of the dark kitsune whose sword was used to open a portal to hell or rather to purgatory.

Obviously—though Stiles thought it was speciest—weres don't get to go to hell or fucking heaven. No. They all ended up in purgatory, a place, a plane of existence made specifically for "monsters". Wasn't that just lovely?

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"Theo?"

Theo was back? The ground shook and Stiles had to grab Peter's scruff in his jaws to keep his older brother from being flattened by a tree. They had been training in their full shift forms both holding their own. Then, right after Peter had gotten the alpha pinned, there was a loud booming crack that echoed throughout the trees. A to their right tree started to split in half and Stiles acted on instinct, saving his older brother.

They raced to the origin of the earthquake and—"Theo!" Stiles cried out as he tore across the grass to pull his little brother into his arms. The beta was shaking, sniffling and whimpering. With a soft cooing sound, Stiles comforted his brother. The alpha growled and scented his beta, his little brother, tears falling down both of their cheeks. It was even worse losing Theo than it had been losing Peter. Said wolf whimpers and Stiles slings an arm around his older brother too, drawing him into the embrace. The three of them stayed huddled together for hours.

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"Stiles?"

Stiles had no idea why, but both of his brothers had been reset in a way. Peter was calmer and more settled now. He met up with Anyla and had several date nights, several coffee dates and several midnight runs under the light of the moon. Stiles wouldn't be surprised if she ended up joining their pack. At least she was from Satomi's pack and not Deucalion's.

Theo was less settled and calm but had more peace at his core. He made his first best friend, a boy named Liam. He came out to Stiles and after being assured it didn't matter to the alpha, Theo asked Liam over to play video games. Their parents told Theo that he could maybe date once he was a freshman.

As for Stiles? Well, he didn't really have time to date or make friends. He spent most of his time training with his father on his role as an alpha. His mother would look at him with a sadness in her eyes as if she knew it was necessary but hated that he was so isolated. Stiles was anchored and centered, at ease with himself and his place in not only his life but in his pack as well.

It made no sense to the alpha why he wasn't like his brothers. He was an asshole like them but then again, his core had always been that of their mother's...magic in origin. He wondered if that had kept him from the kind of fate his brothers had faced.

Peter had died. Peter came back.

Theo had died. Theo came back.

Stiles hadn't died. Stiles never left.

There was always tomorrow. Perhaps one day, Stiles too would face death, but for now, he wouldn't worry about it. Before he could get lost in what ifs—"Alpha come on!" Peter called out. "We're gonna be late and you promised!"

Stiles chuckled and zipped his bag closed. He grabbed the passport and stuck it in his carry on bag. For a moment, he thought about what he had promised. The three brothers were headed to London to see their twin cousins, Malia and Jackson, Erica and Isaac. they would be spending some time with their aunt, Celia and uncle, Thaddeus's pack there. It would be good for them and hopefully they would be able to relax.

"Alpha!" Theo called out. "You coming?!"

"Right behind ya!" Stiles called back.

"Suuuuuuuure!!" Peter and Theo called back teasingly.

A low growl sounded, and three sets of pounding footsteps echoed as the two betas ran from their alpha. All three of them were laughing, feeling weightless and carefree in a way they hadn't been in a long time.

"Stiles?"

Stiles no longer minded being the middle child nor did he mind being the alpha. He would never resent either again. It meant he would always be able to protect his pack, his family and most of all Peter and Theo, Theo and Peter, his asshole brothers who he loved so fiercely and always would. 

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Note: The packs and characters are below to help clarify any confusion. In this fic: Malia, Jackson, Erica and Isaac are Stiles, Peter and Theo's cousins. Rosemary Hale and Celia Thatcher are sisters.

Hale Pack

Carson Hale [Alpha] Rosemary Hale [Alpha Mate] Stiles Stilinski [Alpha Heir/Alpha] Peter Hale [Beta] Theo Raeken [Beta] Anyla (OC) [Beta] Liam Dunbar [Beta]

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Thatcher Pack: [Rosemary's Former Pack]

Celia Thatcher [Alpha] Thaddeus Thatcher [Alpha Mate] Erica Reyes [Alpha Heir] Isaac Lahey [Beta] Malia Tate [Beta] Jackson Whittemore [Beta]

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Adolphus Pack:

Deucalion Adolphus [Alpha] Kali Adolphus [Alpha Heir]

[lamlelywriter]

Peter has been hunting Stiles for months now when Scott has come up empty in all ways possible, to absolutely no one's surprise. It takes time and expenses and desperation, but Peter does find the human. Except that the boy is no longer human. Peter has a decision to make.

Main Pairing: Peter Hale & Stiles Stilinski POV: Third Person - Peter Hale Rating: Teen for implied violence and sexual assault (non-graphic or detailed) Key Features: Stiles Stilinski Gets Bit Against His Will, Alpha Stiles Stilinski, Beta Peter Hale, Lost & Found, Moral & Ethical Questions

[casually-eat-my-soul]

Okay so like stick with me but young Derek, alive hale fam au.

So like the Hale family finds out that Derek has a crush on Sheriff Stilinski’s delinquent son, and has mixed reactions. Talia is torn between amusement, worry and wanting to dislike stiles. Papa hale is very protective but thinks it funny that him and his son have the same tastes.

Peter is ecstatic, Stiles once beat him in chess when running from the cops. (stiles was running and sat down in the park around people for cover, turns out he interrupted a chess tournament. Peter challenged him to a game if stiles lost, Peter would turn him over to the police. If he won, stiles could use him as an alibi)

The rest of his siblings don’t really have an opinion other than using Derek’s crush to make fun of him EXPECT for Laura. Laura is in a one sided rivalry with stiles.

As the sheriff right hand deputy she was tasked with keeping an eye out for stiles and she constantly loses him. Which shouldn’t be possible because she’s a werewolf. She can never connect him to a crime he’s committed and can never prove anything. Can’t go to a judge a say “oh he left a scent trail which I followed because I’m a werewolf.”

Derek brings him home to dinner after they start dating. Unfortunately, the day that Derek brings him over, is also the day that Laura had to run around town taking reports of his crimes. She is fuming. Stiles looks her dead in her twitching eye and asked her how her day went.

The only crime she can connect him to is when he commit aggravated assault against a few of Derek’s teammates went to far with hazing. (Derek refused to fight back as not to hurt them) she lets him off.

[suis0u]

[myulalie]

Both Scott and Stiles get bitten on that fateful night in the preserve, and their choices differ from then on (read on AO3).

Chapters: 11/11

Words: 48k

Rating: Teen

Archive Warning: None

Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski ; Peter Hale & Stiles Stilinski ; Erica Reyes & Stiles Stilinski ; Jackson Whittemore & Stiles Stilinski ; Scott McCall & Stiles Stilinski ; Background Vernon Boyd/Erica Reyes

Characters: Stiles Stilinski ; Derek Hale ; Peter Hale ; Jackson Whittemore ; Scott McCall ; Erica Reyes ; Vernon Boyd ; Isaac Lahey ; Allison Argent ; Chris Argent ; Kate Argent ; Gerard Argent ; Sheriff Stilinski

Additional tags: AU - Canon Divergence ; Season 1 Rewrite ; Alpha Peter ; Werewolf Stiles ; Beta Derek ; Pack Bonds/Dynamic ; Pack Building ; Found Family ; Canon Typical Violence ; Minor Character Deaths ; Morally Grey Stiles ; Dubious Morality ; Bad Friend Scott McCall

Notes: This work is part of Fandom Trumps Hate 2024 and specifically a gift to panicbutton in thanks for your donation to a nonprofit: Coral Restoration Foundation.

[gabbodelaparra]

Rumor has it.

[jade-bright]

Possible version of my au, where both Derek and Stiles get de-aged:

Scott: How old were you guys when you found out Santa wasn't real? De-aged Derek, whispering to de-aged Stiles: How old am I? Stiles: 16, babe Derek, sadly: I was 16.

[eevylynn]

Tiny Spark, Mighty Flame

Sterek || eventual Alpha Werewolf Stiles [ao3]

Among born werewolves, it was common knowledge that the prime age for a human to endure the bite of an Alpha and survive was typically during their teenage or young adult years. In fact, the youngest recorded case of a bite resulting in a transformation and not death was previously eleven years old, so imagine the Hale pack’s astonishment when they learned of a small seven year old who was bitten and miraculously survived, challenging the known boundaries of possibility.

Chapter 3 - Friction's Inferno

The table was laden with sizzling meats and a medley of fresh ingredients. The savory scents of beef, chicken, and shrimp mingled with the aroma of grilled bell peppers and  onions, promising the delectable flavors of the homemade fajitas Elijah whipped up with Cora’s assistance.

As Claudia and Elijah set about helping Stiles and Cora serve their plates, Noah turned to greet Dr. Deaton who had arrived while they were upstairs. “I take it you’re a werewolf, too?” he asked with a resigned look on his face.

“Oh, no,” Deaton replied quietly. “I am as human as you are.”

Noah’s face scrunched up in confusion.

“Alan is our pack’s emissary,” Talia told them from the head of the table.

“Emissary?” Claudia asked. “Like, a pack ambassador or something?”

Deaton smiled mysteriously, “Of sorts.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Noah blurted out. He already felt out of his depths, which is something Noah does NOT like to feel, especially when it comes to his family. As this little boy’s dad, Noah was supposed to have all the answers and make him feel safe, but Noah hasn’t been able to provide that ever since his son was bitten by a real life werewolf , which shouldn’t even be a real thing. This little meeting was supposed to be for answering the questions he and his family had about this whole situation they suddenly found themselves in, and now this, apparently human, vet decided this was the time to be vague and mysterious? Fuck that.

Claudia, sensing his rising tension, reached over to put a hand on his.

“What he means,” Talia said, giving Deaton a swift look before making firm eye contact with Noah, “is that as pack emissary, yes, he is an ambassador for the pack with other werewolf packs and acts as our link to the human world. He helps to smooth over any issues the pack might have to deal with, and he works to keep the supernatural secret from the majority of humans.”

“Why does the supernatural world have to stay a secret from humans?” Claudia asked.

Noah didn’t like the looks Talia, Elijah, and Deaton exchanged with each other.

Elijah put his hands together under his chin and sighed, “People don’t always trust what they don’t understand.”

Talia put a hand on his shoulder, rubbing the back of his neck as the pair exchanged commiserating smiles. “There’s already an unfortunate number of people out there who already know that we exist and hate us simply for existing.”

“Hunters,” Laura muttered.

Noah’s heart clenched at the thought as he looked over at his son’s wide brown eyes. Claudia’s hand tightened in his grasp.

“Like, werewolf hunters?” Stiles’s little voice piped up. “That’s a real thing?”

“Unfortunately, yes,” Talia said gently. “However, they live by a code,” she continued. “They are to only hunt those that cause harm to innocents.”

As a man of the law, that didn’t sit right with Noah.

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Peter's Vows

When Derek is born, there is an earthquake. Beacon Hills is many things, but it is not a place of earthquakes. This is an anomaly, this sudden shaking of the land, and Peter watches Talia go through the pain of birthing a cub, and he makes note of how her cries resonate with the moving earth. As the baby is brought to the world of the living, the earth shakes more; giddy, Peter thinks of the land. Giddy at this baby's birth. That's what it is.

The town reels with the destruction, however minimal it seems to be. It is the strangeness of the earthquake that has the people in a panic, and it takes two days of Mayor Yukimura calling for council meetings and community barbecues that they begin to somehwat calm down.

The baby is named Derek on the first day itself, born underneath the Nemeton, his pale blue eyes reflecting the moonlight in silver hues. Talia sobs with relief, Nathan beside her, stroking her hair. Laura is back at the pack house, safely tucked in the bed, the rest of the pack members keeping watch. Talia had wanted to bring her with them, fearing the worst of the anomaly, but their mom had convinced her to not do it. The birth of the Alpha's cub is a big deal, but it is also private: only the Mate, Emissary and Left Hand are allowed to be present, for comfort, safety, and protection, respectively.

It has been tradition since ages, and Talia is the last person to break it.

Derek is a calm baby. Sleeps through the night, doesn't cry for attention. Only does it for feeding, his survival instinct as strong as his lungs. Peter adores him, even if he may never admit it to anyone.

He is also curious about the boy. Why an earthquake? It cannot be a coincidence. Truly, he wonders how some people can be so dumb. Calling it a coincidence is insulting to the Powers That Be, which must have called upon such a natural reaction of the land for a reason. Derek is a special boy, and Peter vows to find out how.

Besides his incredibly compassionate heart, that is.

It is in his eyes, which have slowly turned into a kaleidoscope of colors, the kindness of him. Derek's trust is not so easily earned, but once it is, it is extremely difficult to dislodge it.

Derek is a boy destined to become a kind man, one that will be an Alpha with mercy in his heart but cunning in his mind. Peter sees the makings of it right from the beginning, the way the boy will procure solutions to his own problems as well as those he deems important to him. Laura is the first born and thus has the claim to being the next Hale Alpha, however Peter knows, somehow, perhaps instinctually, that Derek will be the Alpha.

Another piece of the puzzle falls in place when their emissary falls pregnant. She's an amazing woman, Claudia. Peter likes her wit and humor, and he enjoys the perspective of her husband, the deputy, and if luck is on his side, soon-to-be Sheriff of Beacon Hills. Peter is happy for the couple.

He is, also, astonished to see an almost five-year-old Derek climb onto Claudia's lap one morning, his small fists rubbing against his eyes, and his nose scrunching determinedly to find a scent.

Peter remembers the conversation well.

"Derek, honey? What are you trying to find?"

"Mine," is what Derek growls in reply to Claudia, and shoves his nose against her barely-showing belly.

Peter's laughing figure is shot out of the end of the couch and onto the floor by Claudia's impeccable throw of one of the decorative pillows from said couch.

Thereafter, it was peculiar but not unseemly to find Derek following beside Claudia, his whole little being focused on the life forming inside her. And when the night came, Peter wasn't at all surprised to witness the thunderstorm.

Claudia had plans of giving birth in the hospital, but due to miscalculated steps, or simply because of reasons not privy to them, the best possible option left for her seemed to be below the Nemeton.

John had lost his damn mind at the prospect. "It's raining! Heavily!"

"Talia gave birth in an earthquake," Claudia says through gritted teeth, "And the baby doesn't care, nor do I, John. It is—"

Her words are cut off by another scream, and she is right, of course. It is time.

Talia, John, and Peter are the only ones who should go with her, but Derek, the little sneaky wolf that he seems to have become, follows them. It isn't until halfway through that John, the human, realizes his presence first.

They move forward with the determined little boy, who is all sopping wet in his wolf onesie, and really, this is no laughing matter. Except it is.

Claudia is brought below the Nemeton, and the tree, big and branching and beautiful, hums in their presence. The canopy of it sheds them some, but not completely.

And so, under hard rain and sharp thunderstorms, Mieczysław Stilinski is born, his little body almost white under the moonlight, and his eyes, when they open, a shock of topaz, like a glinting jewel; a fallen angel, Peter thinks.

Derek carefully wraps the baby in the blanket Talia removes from the packed bag, her movements locked onto her son's and the baby's, while John tends to his wife.

Peter watches. He notes the way the baby is calmest in Derek's arms, the way Derek is mesmerized.

This is more than just being True Mates.

True Mates itself are the rarest of occurrences, but something tells him this is more than that. The earthquake, and this sudden rain, in April of all things, simply cannot be coincidence. There must be a reason, one that Peter must uncover.

In the coming years, he dedicates his time to the quest, and finds that, oh, this is something unique indeed.

Unique to the point of legend.

Of course, he gathers facts before telling anyone. Derek's control goes onto the list, as does his ability to switch between his shift as easy as breathing. Having such control at the age of seven is almost impossible, but he has it without the growing ego that would have inflated anyone else's with the amount of praise he gets.

Stiles, as Derek had nicknamed Mieczysław almost immediately post his arrival in the world, is no human. His mother's line has some pretty strong magical abilities, but the kind of power that this boy exudes surpasses imagination. Nobody notices at first, not even Peter, until Stiles is a couple of months past his third birthday. It truly isn't until Derek, almost nine, comes down from his room one day into the kitchen, says, "Which packet, Stiles?" that they realize it.

"Honey, he isn't a wolf. He cannot hear you," Nathan tells him, but Derek just shrugs.

"He is for today."

Peter hears the, "Blue one! Blue one! Blue is sooo pretty, Derek!" from Stiles, who is definitely sitting in Derek's room, upstairs.

Derek grabs the blue packet and goes upstairs, and Peter follows, followed by Talia and Nathan, who beckon Claudia as well.

Stiles sitting on the floor, a myriad of toys around him, while the packets of chips sit beside him, torn open, evidently by Derek's claws, who himself is playing with Stiles.

And they're both being fed flying chips.

The three wolves turn to Claudia as one. Her shaking head and awed face is enough to clue them in, and really, Peter thinks, this is fucking incredible.

Powers don't manifest as early as this in magic wielders. They're more of the puberty package, tied to emotions at the beginning rather than will.

This is... defying it.

Peter loves to see when the next piece of the puzzle will fall.

And it does oh so enticingly.

Years later, when Derek is fourteen and Stiles is almost nine, comes the first trial. The Alpha Summit & The Argent Treaty.

Peter doesn't believe Gerard's words to do no harm, so he sets up precautions in place. It pays off, because during the summit, he almost ends up blinding Deaucalion — something that could have turned super bad if left unchecked.

Gerard's attack is met with swift retaliation, but somehow, only his goons end up dead. Gerard himself remains free, and through sheer will, maybe, the old man manages to kidnap Laura.

By the time the adults sniff out their cub, they're too late.

Not in the sense of Laura being hurt, but in the terms of missing the action, somewhat.

When they enter the warehouse, they are faced with Gerard being held down by a black wolf, fangs around his neck, the eyes of the creature a deep, ruby red. Deeper than Talia's. At first, they all assume it to be one of the visiting Alphas, but then they realize Stiles' presence, too, and it clicks.

Stiles frees Laura from the painful looking electric rod, and comes back to Derek, coaxes him back to his human form as Peter and Nathan take care of the psychopath.

Laura lets Talia mother her, and then says, "We'll have two Alphas."

Talia looks at the now human Derek, and eyes shining with pride, she nods. "Come here, both of you," she beckons, and the boys run, Stiles' chattering a comforting sound for all of them.

A few weeks later, Derek admits to everyone he has a new friend, and talks about her often. Paige this, Paige that. Laura teases him, restrained in her words, trying not to upset Derek's control. Even Cora pulls back. Stiles, though, is almost worse.

He riles Derek to the point of him using his Alpha voice to shut up, and the whole Pack silences itself, even Talia. Stiles, though — an exception to all things sane — doesn't back down. The voice doesn't work on him, and Derek isn't phased by it. However, the smell of guilt filters through their home, and Stiles' sigh is followed by comforting words. There is no apologizing though.

Soon, they'll learn from Derek himself that he hates that everyone is walking on eggshells. That is why he kept bringing up Paige, so that someone would tease him, uncle Peter, Laura, Cora. Or that Stiles would rile him up.

"Why would he, though? He should be happy for you. I am." Cora's words are met with a laugh from Derek, and a groan of embarrassement from Stiles.

"He's weirdly possessive — don't push me, you know you are."

"Alright," Stiles sighs, "I am."

"And Paige is a great friend, but I don't nearly think about her as much as I might have let you all believe."

And that is when Peter sees it. The blink-and-you-will-miss-it purple flash of Stiles' eyes. Peter doesn't put thought into why now; he simply focuses on completing the puzzle.

And he does. True Alpha and Purple Eyes? That's easy.

That's legend.

Set in stone as the first Alpha and the first Emissary as well as Spark, who, arguably, also set in stone the sword of Excalibur.

That part of the legend has questionable sources, though. Sure, Merlin Emrys is, as per theories, the most powerful sorcerer of all time, and Arthur Pendragon the greatest ruler, the once and future king, but it doesn't have as much merit.

What Peter is sure about is that somehow, the Powers That Be decided that this is the pack to send these two to.

He watches Stiles argue about the best type of pasta with Derek, and thinks, suddenly, that perhaps this is their happy ending. What legends end happy? None. So this must be their time to be happy.

Peter vows another quest, then. To always protect Derek and Stiles.

[artisticbeings]

You cannot tell me that if Stiles woke up to this he wouldn't scream and flail himself out of the bed.

All before he even realizes that it's just Derek.

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Summary:

As they walked away, Stiles heard Allison call out to them once more. “Add more of that preening in, Mr. Gajos. It’s adorable.”

Stiles grinned, his cheeks flushing bright red, and resolutely ignored his daughter’s smug face as they drove home.

Allison was a second grade teacher and she loved teaching her second grade class. She was in her fifth year of teaching. This year, they were putting on a production of Little Red Riding Hood. One of her particularly sweet girls, who was also one of the brightest students in Allison’s class, got the lead. Rebekah, who preferred to be called Reba, would be playing Little Red but she kept saying she wasn’t scared enough of any of the other kids to make her fear believable. 

So, before leaving school on a Friday afternoon, she asked Miss Allison if her daddy could play the wolf. Reba glanced around to make sure everyone else was gone and then whispered, “He’s a at-ual wolf, Miss Allison.” 

Allison’s eyes widened in surprise. She too glanced around and then knelt down to be on the same level as Reba. “Do you mean a werewolf?” she whispered.

Reba’s eyes went wide, her lip trembling slightly. “Yes, ma’am.”

“That’s so cool. I think he’d be perfect to play our big bad wolf then, wouldn't he?”

“Really?”

Allison nodded. “Really. Do you think he’d want to be our big bad wolf?”

Reba nodded with a grin on her face, brushing away a couple stray tears. “Oh definitely.” She tilted her head, chewing her lip in thought and then softly said, “He’s not a bad man or a bad wolf, Miss Allison. He’s very good. He’s the best.”

With a soft and understanding smile, Allison offered her student a tissue. She waited until Reba was looking at her and gently squeezed the girl’s hand. “I understand. I won’t tell anyone. I promise.”

At those words, Reba hugged her teacher tightly and released all the tension in her body. “Thank you,” she whispered. She smiled when Allison hugged her back. Reba couldn't help but think to herself, ‘My daddy would really like you. I hope you really like my daddy.’

Allison of course decided to reach out to Mr. Gajos. She had him come to the school and revealed what Reba had told her. She watched him tense up at the information, but it was so subtle she almost missed it. However, when she made the same promise to him and gave him a reassuring smile, Stiles found himself relaxing. You could bever be too careful these days, but her heartbeat didn’t stutter when she made her promise. So, although he was surprised by her request, after a bit of convincing, he agreed. 

✶ 🎭 ✶

The rehearsals were a blast, but Allison spent a lot of time giving Stiles extra instructions. The kids watched the two adults, Reba alternating between giggling in amusement and crossing her arms in all the annoyance a seven year old could convey. Her daddy was so silly. 

After another growl left Stiles’s mouth, Allison held a hand up. “Nope! You don’t growl at that part.”

When he jumped out from behind the tree set piece and snarled, Allison sighed and came on stage. “Mr. Gajos! Stop with the ‘grrr�� face.”

Finally, when Reba teared up at his scary face, Allison marched up to him and cleared her throat. “Sir! Could you try to sound less scary?”

✶ 🎭 ✶

After rehearsal, Stiles snapped at her that he was the wolf, not Allison and he would growl if he damn well pleased. “Am I or am I not supposed to be a wolf?”

“You are but even your daughter was scared and–”

“No, I wasn’t, Miss Allison.” Reba peeks out from the tree set piece. “Daddy is just really good at being a wolf.” She giggled when Stiles’s chest puffed out in pride, preening. 

It made Allison smile as well and she threw her hands up in the air in defeat. “All right. We need a wolf and you’re passable.”

Stiles’s jaw dropped. “Passable?!” he exclaimed.

“Mhm. Keep coming to rehearsals and we’ll have you stage ready in no time.”

Still gaping, Stiles looked between his laughing daughter and the teasing smile on the teacher’s face. He crossed his arms and huffed. Before he could say anything, Reba had his hand and was urging him off stage. “Come on, Daddy. Time to go home.”

As they walked away, Stiles heard Allison call out to them once more. “Add more of that preening in, Mr. Gajos. It’s adorable.”

Stiles grinned, his cheeks flushing bright red, and resolutely ignored his daughter’s smug face as they drove home.

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The banter between the two adults continued but became more playful after their discussion. The kids loved it and everyone looked forward to the performance coming up just before Thanksgiving break.

Allison showed up the night of the performance in a wine red button up long sleeve blouse, a knee length black skirt, and black stilettos. When Stiles caught sight of her, he had to remind himself to breathe normally. 

The play went off without a hitch and the audience cheered until Little Red, Reba Gajos, dragged Allison out and handed her daddy the flowers to give to her teacher. 

Stiles passed the bouquet to his daughter’s teacher and Allison buried her smile in the flowers, loving them and finding Stiles’s shyness adorable. All his shyness was worth it though to Stiles for the smile that Allison gave him. 

✶ 🎭 ✶

After everyone left, Ava took Reba home, both his sister and his daughter wishing Stiles good luck and snickering when they told him to break a leg. 

With a deep breath to steel himself and a thick swallow, Stiles went to find Allison. He found her tidying up in her classroom, looking at the flowers with a soft smile on her face. For a moment, he just leaned against the door jam, watching her with admiration. Her reaction to the flowers had hope blooming in his chest. 

As she retrieved her jacket, Stiles finally spoke up. “Miss Argent?” 

Allison perked up and glanced over at him with a shy smile as she tucked her hair behind her ear. “Oh hello, Mr. Gajos.” She glanced behind him and then met his amber eyed gaze once more. “Where’s our Little Red?” 

“She’s with my sister.” His stare was intense, his focus solely on her as he stepped further into the room. 

Allison tilted her head, confused about his purpose in being here without his daughter but then swallowed thickly with understanding when Stiles closed the door. For a minute, he leaned against the door and then started to walk across the classroom, coming to a stop right in front of her.

“Whatcha doing there, Mr. Gajos?” Allison asked in a breathy tone, her heart racing with anticipation. She had felt something building between them and wondered if they’d finally address it tonight. 

Stiles gave her a smile that was both sweet and downright sexy. When his smile became a wolfish grin, heat pooled in Allison’s stomach, desire bursting like water from a damn. She couldn’t hold back anymore but she waited for his reply. 

“Why, I’m catching my prey, Miss Argent.”

“P-Prey?” she breathed.

Stiles nodded and slowly cupped her cheek. “Mhm. You. Do you have any objections?”

Allison shook her head and when he leaned closer, her eyes fluttered closed. She felt him laugh softly against her lips as he whispered, “Good.” 

Then their lips met. Allison gasped softly, humming, pleased at the softness he started out with. This was her moment to be Little Red and she was so looking forward to being devoured by the big bad wolf.