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My head exploded and I wanna cry cus I've been thinking of the same fic idea for the past few days and I'm going FERAL at the angst potential...

Anyway cue idea:

Fic diverges after season 3a of canon, aside from a few fix-its, like Erica and boyd being alive, jackson still being in Beacon Hills, and Derek still being an alpha, etc..

After 3a happens Derek, Cora, and Peter decide to take a break and go to Brazil to meet the pack that raised Cora. They try to go by themselves but Isaac, Erica, and Boyd, insist on going with them.

(I read in a fic once that Erica's parents ignore her and try to distance themselves from her due to the chance that they could lose her at any moment and I have adopted that headcanon.

I also read in a few fics that Boyds family also ignores him and that he's treated invisible, so I headcanon that too.)

When Jackson hears about this he wants to go too, which drags Lydia with him as well.

(Ever since the kanima stuff Jacksons parents have wanted him to leave anyway so they're fine with this. And also with Lydia slowly losing it her parents are also very okay with sending her away.)

And the Argents also leave to go to Paris.

They all go and end up staying for the school year wherever they are and don't go back to Beacon Hills until the summer before senior year.

While they were gone all the crazy shit that happens throughout seasons 3b, 4, and 5a move up the timeline and all happen within this one year.(Minus Monroe cus fuck that bitch)(Also minus some events like Kate and the whole mexico arc)

By the time they come back Kira, Theo, and the other kids are a part of Scotts Pack, as well as Stiles obvi.

The pack is mostly established but after all the craziness that was their year Scott is very adamant that the pack will be in a peaceful era. Aka, ignoring all supernatural business until it is directly in their faces.

Good thing the pack come back at the beginning of the summer before anything supernatural actually happens. The Argents and the Hales have a longstanding alliance at this point and the Argents are practically considered pack.

Derek and Scott make a deal/alliance so that they can both co-exist as alphas in the same town. The deal basically boils down to, Derek will let Scott stay on hale land so long as Scott doesn't interfere with the pack and will offer his own packs assistance should Derek need them. Scott counter argues that him and his pack don't want to fight but will help in whatever other way they can and Derek agrees.

The two packs don't interact much at first. When any supernatural stuff starts going down, the hale pack handles it themselves. The first time they actually interact is when the hale pack come across weird hunters that they can't seem to figure out. They first try to do their own research but after three weeks of nothing they go to Scott.

Scott says his pack will look into it and that he's hosting a pack meeting that weekend so they can come by the meeting and talk about what they find.

The hale pack agree and continue their own research. By the time the weekend rolls around they still haven't found much and don't think that Scotts pack has found anything either cus he hasn't contacted them or said anything. On their way to the meeting they're mostly preparing themselves for disappointment.

When they get to Stiles' house and see that almost Scotts entire pack is just lounging around playing video games and making jokes they basically give up all hope of getting any info from them.

Scott greets them and tries to pull them into the fun but they're tired from research and kinda annoyed with him and so they simply tell him that they just came for information and not to hang out.

Scotts kinda taken aback but just shrugs and says that Stiles has what they need upstairs.

They all head upstairs and find Stiles in, what looks like, a war room. There's a big table with a map of Beacon Hills on it in the middle of the room, a crime board on the left wall, a few maps of the U.S that seem to be tracking things on the right wall, a big file cabinet and and bookshelf right next to the door, and a computer set up in front of the window on the opposite wall that has its black-out curtains pulled open to light up the space.

Stiles is stood at the crime board with a frustrated look on his face, obviously trying to solve something and failing. Erica is the first one to talk and mentions something about being glad to see that he hasn't changed. They all notice how hard he flinches at her voice and whips around to face them.

They exchange friendly greetings but Stiles is a lot more subdued than usual, and gets straight to the research. He dumps a pile of files on the table and explains how he printed out all the research for them.

He explains that the first file are the hunter's attack patterns and weaknesses they might have, and all the research he's done to corroborate that. The second file is all the individual hunters personal information that he could find, including their medical history, criminal record, credit card statements, and any real estate purchases. The third file is filled with plans of attack, all set up to look like lacrosse plays, and all set up in the few areas around town that he thinks matches the hunters history of bases.

Obviously the pack is in awe and shocked at the amount of info he's managed to gather in the past week. Stiles takes their silence to mean that they're displeased by his attack plans and apologizes for overstepping. They are quick to respond by showering him with compliments and thanking him for his help.

He gets kinda awkward about all the praise and kinda just ignores all their clamoring. He changes the subject and instead tells them that he has attached a sticky note on the inside of the last file with Deaton, Melissa, and the Sheriffs phone numbers.

He mentions that his dad has agreed to help them if they need it, and that Deaton and Melissa both have their cars and houses fully stocked and ready to go in case anyone gets injured. He also hands them a flash drive with all the info on the hunters that he found. It's all organized and goes into better detail about some things.

They thank him again for his help. They are a lot more energized now than they were before and start talking to him about strategy and things when Chris mentions the crime board and whether it relates to them or not.

Stiles tells them about the murders that have been happening for the past week and how he thinks they're all connected and done with magic. He mentions that he thinks he knows who's behind it but has no evidence and so he can't take it to his dad and Scott won't do anything about it unless he has to. It's obvious from the way he speaks that he's endlessly frustrated.

They start asking questions and he answers to his best ability. Eventually Derek speaks up and says that they'll look into it. Stiles is stunned because he has no actual evidence other than his gut feeling and tells them so.

Jackson is the one who responds and says that he's never been wrong before about things like this and he needs to speak up more.

Theo walks into the room directly after he says that and starts making fun of Stiles and his paranoia. The pack are annoyed and have no problem showing it. They cut Theo off mid-insult and ask Stiles if he could come with them back to the loft to help them strategize.

Stiles almost says yes before Theo cuts him off and mentions how Stiles has some bad memories there and can't go with them. Stiles quietens and thinks back to everything with the nogitsune.

Issac asks what he's talking about and Theo starts taunting Stiles about if he should tell them or not and that if they knew they wouldn't want anything to do with him. The pack is immediately defensive and start digging into Theo before Stiles stops them and declines their invitation.

Theo drags Stiles downstairs and the pack leave. They do end up needing the sheriff when they defeat the hunters and after the battle they ask him about what went on while they were gone. He tells them about all of it and they're all shocked and dismayed.

They try to get in touch with Stiles and talk to Scott about everything but Stiles won't respond and Scott keeps blowing them off or not responding. The pack start using enemies as an excuse to see them and ask for help with research a lot more often.

After a battle a few weeks later the Sheriff mentions how he wishes Stiles was in their pack instead. He elaborates that Stiles' nightmares seem to be getting worse and that the instability of Scotts pack and Scotts own 'peaceful' ignorance is likely contributing to that. He thinks that if Stiles was in a more well established pack, that maybe he'd feel safer and his mental health would reflect that.

The pack say that they would love for Stiles to be a part of their pack but they weren't sure if he would be open to it and the conversation ends there.

A week later Stiles gets kidnapped by the with that he suspected at the start and is almost used as a sacrifice. The hale pack get him out and take him to the hospital. Scotts pack shows up at the hospital and Derek chews him out for choosing to be ignorant to the situation.

The hale pack also feel guilty for slacking off. They had looked into it but hadn't found anything and decided to just add the suspects house to their patrol. Due to all the enemies they've had in the past few weeks, they forgot about it completely.

Scott and Derek get into an argument that the Sheriff breaks up and eventually they all just sit in silence waiting for news on Stiles.

Stiles lives and heals and slowly gets closer to the hale pack every day while drifting farther and farther apart from Scott's pack. After a while the hale pack realize that Stiles is basically a part of their pack now but they still want to invite him officially.

One day when Stiles is supposed to come by, they wait for him to get there and formally invite him to the pack. Derek does a big speech about how much they value him and want him in their pack.

Stiles says no and gets super pissed. He tells Derek to go fuck himself and storms out of the pack house. The pack are obviously shocked and dismayed at the whole ordeal because they had already considered stiles pack and thought that them asking was more of a formality than anything.

Stiles avoids them for a while and rejoins Scott's pack. Eventually a new big bad comes into town and both packs end up needing to work together. They start having strategy/research meetings every other day at the loft.

At first, none of them talk about it and kind of leave it as the elephant in the room. Sometimes different members of the hale pack will try to bring it up to Stiles but he steadfastly ignores them each time.

After a month of these meetings, Stiles ends up being the first of Scott's pack to show up one day and he gets cornered by Derek to try to get him to talk about it.

Stiles tries to ignore him at first but gets too frustrated and crashes out.

He yells about how pissed he was at them for leaving him. How after all the times he saved their lives or at least helped to save their lives, he thought he deserved at least a fucking goodbye text from them or a heads up but they couldn't even grace him with that.

He tells them that he didn't even know they were gone until a month later when he brought it up to Scott that he hadn't seen them in a while and had to hear from him that they had left.

He yells at Derek about his irresponsibility for leaving a newly turned alpha, one who didn't even want to be a werewolf, alone with no anchor or pack. He yells about the scars he has from helping Scott figure out his control, for the second time by the time, and how hard it was for Scott, who had barely learned to control his wolf as a beta, and who now had the power of an alpha with no anchor and no other wolves around to help him when his control inevitably slipped.

He just shouts about all the bullshit that happened after the pack left. All the horrible things he and Scott had to witness and deal with. Both the mental and physical scars that they now have to live with.

He yells and yells until he's sobbing on the floor choking on all his emotions.

At some point during his tirade, Scott and the rest of his pack had gotten there and so Scott ran over to him and cradled him to his chest with his own tears falling from his eyes.

After a while Scott gets up and tugs Stiles with him and they leave. A couple days later they end up having a long talk about their own relationship and where Stiles' place was between the two packs. Scott thinks that Stiles' place is with the hale pack and pushes Stiles to talk to them and clear the air before he joins them.

Stiles stalls talking to them and the big bad they were all dealing with is taken care of. A week after the big battle Stiles visits the loft and he sits down with the hale pack to talk it out.

He basically says that he thought he was part of the hale pack before they left and that after they left he felt abandoned. Then with all the stuff that started happening afterwards, he started to resent them.

He tells them how conflicted he was when they came back, that all the anger he felt toward them during their absence started to well up again but he was also relieved that he and Scott weren't alone anymore.

When he first heard they were back he had wanted to join them but was wary that they would leave again and he didn't think he could handle being abandoned so he stayed with Scott instead.

After all the drama with the witch, he was starting to trust them more but when they asked him to be pack and gave that speech about how valuable he was as a pack member he got offended. He was upset that it took them that long to ask him when he had been helping them from the beginning. He thought that they were undermining all of his past helpfulness and only asking him to be pack for convenience.

The pack apologize and do their best to explain and express their gratitude for all his hard work from the beginning.

They work it out and Stiles agrees to be pack. He and Scott are still best friends/brothers, the two packs co-exist peacefully and eventually Sterek start dating.

Scott gives Derek the shovel talk while the sheriff just stands in the background drinking coffee and congratulates them.

Happy ending all around. Eli does in fact grow up with two packs protecting him and is very badly influenced by both of them.

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So it starts with the pack in medieval times, the castle is surrounded by hunters and they know that there is no making it out of this. Stiles is determined to use every last bit of his magic protecting his loved ones and simply lets it flow through each person while curating a plan in his head.

The people all around him slowly start to drift into unconsciousness. As everyone lays on the floor asleep he steps over to his mate, the only one still awake, and gets to his knees so he can comb his fingers through his loves hair one last time.

"My love, I must go. I am the only one who can fix this. My magic flows through every one of our pack, putting them into a hibernate state. While in this state no harm will come to you," he pauses as he reads his mates eyes, pleading with him to stay.

"I will take care of the hunters for now and ensure that no one will find you. I will return one day and when I do, only then will you wake."

He smiles down at his husband's face for a moment before getting up and heading toward the big doors that protect them from the assault outside. As he opens the doors he turns back one last time and looks into his lover's beautiful eyes. "Until we meet again, moja bratnia dusza."

It takes longer for Derek to fall asleep and before he does he feels his mating bond snap at the death of his mate. He feels his eyes glow red and his teeth elongate as his vocal chords ready themselves for what is sure to be a terrifying roar. He's asleep before he can let it out.

Cut to centuries later when a modern day Stiles Stilinski is roaming around the woods.

He had overheard his dad talking about a body in the woods and was in immediate pursuit. He had tried to convince his best friend, Scott, to come with but he was too worried about school in the morning and refused to come with.

He had gotten a pretty strong lead on the deputies, as he knew which areas they would be searching first and had gone ahead of them to scope out the woods.

It was only when they brought out the canines that he regretted his decision. A few of the canines were starting to sniff towards his direction so he ran.

He ran further and further into the woods until he couldn't see the lights in the deputies hands or hear the dogs barking. And he ran for an extra five minutes after that just to be on the safe side.

Unfortunately for him he has no idea where he is at currently. So he just picks a direction and starts walking, he only stops when a strange pulling sensation begins in his chest.

He doesn't know what it is but he knows he has to follow it. He doesn't expect to stumble across a half buried tower in the middle of California. Nor does he expect the window to be opened so easily.

When he makes his way inside he realizes that it's not just a tower but an entire castle hidden under the dirt. He walks the empty halls balking at everything. He starts to call Scott to tell him of this discovery but quickly hangs up the call on the second ring after seeing a beautifully intricate door just to his left.

He slowly pushes it open to reveal multiple bodies that seem frozen in time. He gasps and tries to scream but can't without the wind in his lungs. That pulling feeling in his chest had magnified ten fold and he felt it like it was an oppressive weight on chest, pressing down and leaving no room for air.

He trips down the hall, careful not to disturb any of the bodies, until his foot gets caught on a rug and he crashes hard onto the floor. He had let go of his phone on the way down and couldn't see too well without it. He crouched onto his knees slowly feeling around the floor for it.

He feels his right hand brush against it and his left sleeve got caught on a piece of metal. It's only when he turns the flashlight on his phone on and points it toward where he was caught that he sees the metal he was caught on was a crown. A crown that was on someone's head.

He turns his flashlight to the person whose crown he was debating stealing, and he feels all the oppressive weight on his chest drift away. He feels everything drift away as every ounce of his attention is solely poured into studying the man's face.

The man was beautiful with long dark eyelashes, thick expressive brows, and a slight frown on his face. Stiles can't help it and he reaches out to test if the man's face is as soft as it looks.

His hand is only just barely grazing the man's cheek when all hell breaks loose. The man's eyes pop open to reveal a crimson stare as he threw his head back and roared. Stiles caught a glimpse of sharp glimmering teeth before he launched himself away. The other occupants of the hall were waking up as well and he booked it.

He ran through the halls and climbed out the way he came. Then he sprinted through the woods hoping he would end up somewhere familiar and very far away from the scary guy with the big pointy teeth. Luckily he wound up back in the place where the deputies were only without them there. Judging from the skid marks in the dirt they seemed to have heard that roar as well and took off in terror.

His jeep was parked a little bit away from the where he was so he calmly walked back to it and drove home.

Ensue many shenanigans of Derek finding Stiles and Stiles trying to teach an ancient pack how to speak modern English and how to dress properly, all while hiding everything from his sheriff dad and his oblivious best friend. Though somehow his friends boss is able to lend a hand in helping Stiles figure out what the hell is happening.

Stiles learns three things, 1. He apparently is attractive to at least one gay(?) guy, 2. He himself is also attracted to gay guys, and 3. He may or may not be the reincarnation of some kind of all-powerful being???

His life is fucked.

And hopefully he will also be fucked in the next few months as he navigates his past?future?current? relationship with an ancient alpha werewolf.

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Bro I just read the 'your tags' page as 'your fags' and honestly it's pretty accurate

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Omega Prince Stiles who always keeps his claws out and walks around in nothing but this...

He's a complete power bottom badass

Anytime someone fucks with him and his, he claws them without a second thought. They don't even get a fighting chance because he always goes for the jugular and never misses.

It happens often enough that when stories are told of him people often mistake the diamonds on his claws as rubies, for they are likely covered in blood.

And the blood's not just from the kills but also from his nights with Derek.

Derek always leaves Stiles' room with claw marks up and down his body from their very rigorous activities the night before.

When the king(the sheriff) wants to pass on the crown to Stiles there's outrage amongst the nobles because having an omega for a king is unheard of. They only quell their anger when they hear that Stiles and Derek will officially mate afterwards.

Since Derek comes from a well known alpha line and was previously an unsurpassed general they believe that he would make a fine king and are all for it.

They are viciously upset when Derek's position stays the same and Stiles is crowned king instead.

Some of them try to usurp him using his step brother Scott. They abhor his humble upbringing as a peasant but overlook that in the face of his true alpha status.

They corner him and try to manipulate him into going along with their plan, they are practically giddy when he agrees to it.

They're all called into the throne room the next day and believe that their plan has worked and that Scott was going to be crowned king.

It's only when they get there and see Stiles, alive and well, sitting on the throne with his brother standing beside him, that they realize they were screwed.

They just barely register exactly how screwed they are when they see, the lady Lydia Martin, the best strategist the kingdom of Beacon has seen in centuries.

Though the fear only really creeps in when they see Derek and his best knights, Lahey, Reyes, Boyd, Tate, and Whittemore, standing to the side with their swords already drawn but pointed towards the floor.

They know they won't make it out of this room alive. The last thing they see is Stiles, staring stone faced at them, with his head held high, surrounded by people loyal only to him. Their only thought before the world fades is, oh how wrong we were.

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There is a curse upon the Pendragon line.

It is similar to gold sickness. The Pendragons have an obsession with possession, their land, their coin, their people. It was meant to cripple them, a curse cast and passed down, meant to terminate in a spiral into madness.

Uther, as his fathers before him, inadvertently figured out how to sate the desire. It was to displace that obsession, that ownership, that devotion, onto another. To find a suitable and singular person to be an outlet for the strength of such possessiveness.

Uther also discovered the power of the curse, in losing Ygraine, he was overcome by it. Overtaken was his rationality, replaced with a single minded hatred.

It was a fate that Arthur feared.

Uther believed that Arthur’s susceptibleness to the curse was his own failing. That it was something he could train out of the boy. He rotated the nursemaids, rotated his possessions, never let him know playmates or knights or nobles for too long. There was no way for Arthur to orient himself except his proximity to his father, his need for his approval.

Morgana was the first chink in his armor. They were kept separate, but she was more constant than any other member of Camelot that Arthur was allowed to interact with save Gaius. They trained together, had shared horse riding lessons, and ate meals in the hall with Uther, all of which had been new to Arthur. He knew her name, got to keep it in his mind in a way where most others flowed out of him, never being used for too long.

He would notice, only too late, her own susceptibility to the curse.

Leon was a dent to his breastplate. His first knight, his second in command, his relief if he fell injured in battle. His council was invaluable. Uther was his King, but when he took the crown, he would belong completely to Arthur.

The death knell of Arthur’s armor, the final cardinal direction by which he would orient himself, was Merlin.

It was small things at first, a lack of attention to detail, to propriety, to social hierarchy. Titles were irrelevant to the man. He would sneak food from him, jostle his armor, drop is sword, spill his bath water. All of it, but with a smile. A joviality Arthur had never been able to share proximity to for long. The warmth of a campfire on a winter patrol, shoddily constructed and poorly protected from the wind that Arthur realized never went out.

He assigned extra chores, he sent him to the stocks, he threw cups and pillows and inkpots, he dragged him to training, he used him for target practice. He did every single thing he could think of.

He was rude, he was mean. He was a clotpole and cabbage head and prat in all.

Merlin stayed.

Oh he grumbled and complained and if pushed far enough could spit like a cat.

But he stayed.

In the face of this overwhelming proximity, this unrelenting presence. Arthur relaxed.

He had scrunched up his face in the presence of the sun, but after a while, learned he only had to blink.

He wasn’t sure if Uther had slipped up or expected the boy to be in the dungeons a week or so in, but by whatever grace Merlin’s term in his employment was lengthened, Arthur was grateful. It was as though his long search in the dark, his restlessness for some unknown purpose had been completed, calmed.

The first of Arthur’s tipping points, was when Balinor died. He did not understand what effect the death of a Dragonlord would have on a Pendragon, but a piece of him shifted. Merlin carried something, some changed part of himself, and Arthur responded. Sought not just to entwine himself around his first and only friend, but allow himself to become a piece of Merlin as well.

The second tipping point was more of a series of poor decisions, a slow and steady slide down a hill, accumulating rocks and branches and dirt along his shins and loyal knights at his back. It was Lancelot and Gwaine and Elyan and Percival, all of them standing beside Leon. It was a regency, a testing of the waters, a tentative claim to his throne.

The third was Morgana. She tilted his axis, unbalanced his sense of direction, left him to wander through his self, examining his decisions and looking for the cracks. For the first ivory block that would fell the rest. He would never stop defining himself in relation to her, even as she put distance between them. She was the chink in his armor, irreparable.

Uther’s death was the beginning of the end. His azimuth erased, blotted out through dark magic spilled from an inkwell. It was the first real time Arthur had been lost since he met Merlin. And that was quickly corrected in the man’s presence. Starting with finding him outside the chamber where he grieved his father and ending with him at his side in all things.

Merlin’s magic was the end.

It was the shaking confession, the stuttered betrayal, the saving grace. It was the final reason for the last shred of distance that held between them. It was Merlin, standing in his chambers a month after his father’s death, rewriting the star charts of Arthur’s soul. A star falling in reverse, bending the heavens around its centrality. Arthur’s new azimuth. Polaris. Lover.

When he told Merlin, blood rushing in his ears, that whatever else he was, Sorcerer, Dragonlord, Emrys, he was first, Arthur’s.

Mine whispered some cursed voice through his very being, until his hand was around Merlin’s waist and fingers curled in his hair. Until is breath was in Merlin’s lungs and spit in his mouth. Until this burden of rule, this possession of land and coin and people was utterly spent, laid waste on the charred grasses of the battlefield in the wake of the heat of Merlin’s mouth on his own.

The answering echo, yours, was like a battle cry heard across a wide open field, growing louder until the swords clashed and the distance was closed. It was Merlin’s hand fisted in his tunic, Merlin’s leg pressed between his own, Merlin’s soft puffs of breath against his lips.

Arthur’s epilogue was Hunith.

Merlin had become his North, his star, his guide in the dark. Morgana remained his South, his contrast, his antithesis. Leon was his East, his sunrise, his beginning. Hunith was his West, his setting sun, his peace.

Merlin visited her more often after becoming his Court Sorcerer and Consort both. After his free and open use of magic, his relationship with the druids, his strengthening of Camelot meant that magic users put a moratorium on plots against the crown. The crowns. A tentative peace was growing, germinating through the relief of spring after a long and dark winter. It made travel more possible. Meant that King and Consort both could take a trip to a small, recently annexed, village without a battalion at their ready.

It meant cramped sleeping quarters and shared cots. Arms tucked over chests and breaths against necks. Soft promises traded in the dark. Bright mornings and simple tasks. Clucking chickens and mending fence posts and thatching roofs. Splashing laughter in summer streams and warm dinners held close to the hearth.

Arthur’s epilogue was Hunith’s gentle stories, recollections of ages long past told by fathers to sons. Curses placed on bloodlines for betrayals and retribution and vengeance. A drop of knowledge from the pool of history long forgotten, long laid to rest.

There was a tale of a Dragonlord, so powerful his hoard was coveted by friend and foe alike. A lover, overcome by greed, taking what would have been freely given. What would have been shared. Cursed to forever be unfulfilled. To never sate that need for power, for rule, for land, for coin, for people. Not until that which had been taken was returned. Until all that had been stolen or lost had been uncovered, rebuilt, provided. Restored.

Hunith’s gentle acceptance, her patience, her determination had been the last piece of settling Arthur into himself. Her understanding and kindness that shaped her son had sanded down the last of Arthur’s rough edges. Mended the last of Uther’s wounds. This small family, a constellation to which he belonged.

Magic returned to Albion and to the light of the setting sun, Arthur and Merlin returned home.

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The sky was dark and the moon was bright as it fell across the balcony, making the brick of the loft look blue.

Stiles sat with his feet dangling over the edge, his eyes were glossy and unfocused from the tears gathering in his eyes as he got lost in his own memories.

It was only when a figure appeared next to him and broke the silence that he was brought back from his mind.

"Awfully brave for you to be sitting up here." Peter turned his head towards Stiles with a smarmy smirk on his face that couldn't quite hide the concern he was feeling. "With your close relationship to gravity, I don't believe sitting on the edge this high up would do you any good."

All Stiles could do was twitch his lips upward as he tilted his head down, not quite looking at Peter out of fear of seeing the unfamiliarity in his eyes that he saw in everyone else's.

Peter's brows were pulled together in an upset frown, not even bothering to hide his worry. He still tried to make light of the situation though, he knew better than to try and get Stiles to talk about his feelings. He didn't know how he knew, but something in him told him that Stiles wasn't someone who was comfortable being vulnerable.

"What are you thinking so hard about," Peter asked as he donned a fake carefree smile. "Surely not my nephew, no, not with such a sodden expression on your face."

Stiles looked up then, staring off into the distance, facing where he knew the woods to be. His eyes were soft and full of longing, as if he could see his wolf running with his pack in the woods beyond his sight.

His eyes were roaming around for a minute as if searching for something before he dropped his head again, a contemplating look on his face.

The silence was suffocating to Peter as he had gotten used to the boy's constant chatter. A loud boisterous noise, something he had long missed since the fire.

Stiles' eyes set as if he had come to a decision. He opened and closed his mouth, not quite sure what words he was gonna say.

He sighed in defeat and slumped his body as he opened his mouth to speak.

"The problem with the Ghost Riders isn't the first time I've been forgotten," his voice was thick with sadness but he continued on. "No, the first person to forget me was my mother."

Peter turned sharply, Stiles never talked about his family before, not that he could remember anyway.

"You see, she got sick when I was 8, FTD or frontotemporal dementia, the front part of her brain was showing signs of atrophy. It affected a lot of things, her behavior, her movements...."

He gulped and took a deep breath. "Her memory." His eyes were tearing up now and becoming unfocused as he continued on.

"By the time she died, she had no idea who I was. From then on my worst fear was being forgotten."

They both paused for a moment, Peter not quite sure what to say to that, if he were to say anything.

Stiles just scoffed. "It's a cruel irony that that's my punishment for trying to protect the only family I've ever known."

Peter had known plenty of cruelty himself but none quite like that. He never feared losing his family before the fire. He didn't know to be scared of something, that to him, seemed like an impossibility.

While he doesn't know for sure, he has to assume that losing his family after fearing that loss, would certainly be devastating.

He bowed his head in a nod before looking out the world around them and speaking what he believed to be truth.

"The regular world is already a cruel place, but oftentimes the supernatural world is even worse."

The small sarcastic smile on Stiles' face stung.

"You could say that again...." His voice was swathed with fake lightness.

"I'm sorry." And Peter was. He may not remember much about this boy but he remembers what grief is, what it feels like, what it smells like, the very scent that permeates around this boy like it's stuck to his very soul.

Stiles tilted his head toward him but he didn't quite look at him yet. His eyes radiating a soft knowingness.

"I know..." The defeated smile on his face, spoke of his appreciation towards the packmate that tried their best.

They both looked away and stood silent for a few moments before Stiles straightened his posture and blew out a big breath, obviously sick of the silence.

"You know, my mom's the one who gave me my name," he said in an attempt to change the topic.

"Stiles?" Peter was certainly curious as to what would inspire such a name.

"No, that's the nickname I chose after she died. Before she died I went by 'mischief', because that was the closest I could get to my real name when I was young," he stopped for a beat, a silent smile slowly forming on his face.

"She loved calling me mischief, said it suited me well for all the trouble I got up to," he chuckled minutely. As did Peter, he didn't remember much but he got the feeling that such a statement was very true.

Stiles' smile saddened as he continued. "After she died it just hurt too much to hear it, so I had everyone start calling me Stiles instead."

Mischief certainly suited him but Stiles was okay too. Both were quite unique.

"Certainly a unique name. Though I'm struggling to think of a name that sounds similar to mischief." The closest name Peter could think of was Mitch but for some reason, he doubted that was the name he was looking for.

"You probably won't, no one's called me by my real name in years," Stiles voice tinged with amusement at how absurd that was. He looked through his own memories seeking a moment in which his true name was said but he couldn't think of any.

His thoughts were interrupted by a single crow, it stood with its head toward the moon, alone in its company as it watched two other birds fly off in the moonlight. The single caw that rang from its beak broke Stiles out of his reverie.

It was just a noise, a common noise that comes from birds, one he hears all the time, but somehow Stiles felt as though it meant more than that.

"And now no one ever will." He spoke as he stared at the bird, the smile having slipped off his face.

Peter had never wanted to strangle a bird so much but instead he sighed as said, "We'll find something, we just need a bit more time."

Stiles mouth was a firm line now, his head once again facing down.

"We don't have time. You're forgetting me a lot quicker than you want to admit but we both know that it's very likely you won't remember me at all by tomorrow."

And it was true Peter had long since forgotten what it was like before the Ghost Riders. He had forgotten ever meeting Stiles in the train station they were held in as well as when they found him afterward. He had slowly been losing all his memories of Stiles for the past two months, the earliest he could remember Stiles was from just the past 4 days.

He might not remember this boy but he knew he was pack. He could feel it in his wolf, that this boy was important and needed to be saved. He just needed more time. Hopefully before the boy left of his own accord.

"We can still fix this..."

Stiles scoffed in disdain at the situation he was in. "No, we can't. But I appreciate your optimism."

Peter had been called many things before but an optimist wasn't one of them. Yet, he could see the boys perspective and how hopeless the situation must look to him.

Stiles set his shoulders straight with a determined look on his face. "If you're gonna forget me anyway I guess I might as well tell you who I am."

Peter dared not interrupt, he could feel that this was something important. Important to who, he didn't know but that didn't make it any less important.

Stiles voice was steady as he spoke. "My name is Mieczyslaw Stilinski. My mother is Claudia Gajos and my father is Noah Stilinski. My dad is the sheriff and my mother was an art and music teacher. They moved to Beacon Hills, California when they were in their twenties and had me two years later."

Peter certainly wouldn't have guessed that name. He also wouldn't have quite believed that the sheriff was Stiles' father. Peter could only guess that he looked more like his mother than his father.

Stiles continued, this time his voice was shaky and unsure. "That's who I am, or at least, who I was," his voice quieted, "And who I'll never be again."

Peter didn't know what to say. So he said the only thing that he could.

"I'm sorry..."

Stiles finally turned to look him in the eyes. A soft smile graced his lips. "Don't be. I'll still be Stiles, I just won't be their Stiles."

He shrugged his shoulders, "Mieczyslaw Stilinski might die soon, but I have it on good authority that he'll be happy to do so in the memory of his pack." The look in his eyes conveyed how sincere he was.

Mieczyslaw might be erased forever but to be put to rest in the heart of a man he called pack was one of the best ways to do it.

Stiles turns and stands as he says "I don't think I can be here when he does, though." His voice was barely above a whisper but the determination in his tone conveyed that it was final.

Stiles slowly walked back to the door while Peter could do nothing but watch. He paused when he pulled it open. "Goodbye Peter."

Peter just sighed and slumped his shoulders in defeat as he said, "Goodbye Stil-....no," he corrected himself, "Goodbye...Mieczyslaw."

The genuine smile he got in return was one he hoped not to forget. He simply smiled back and didn't stop smiling even after Stiles had long since gone from his sight.

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Somewhere in the distant woods, a long anguished howl resonated throughout the town. A wolf had just lost its mate.

The next day, Derek had just barely risen from his slumber. He had a coffee cup in his hand and a piece of bacon between his teeth. He was rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as his uncle walked into the kitchen.

"Heard you howl last night," he walked over to the coffee machine. "Why so loud?" He questioned over the sound of the coffee maker.

Derek swallowed his bacon before speaking. "I don't know," he shrugged nonchalantly but there was a sadness in his eyes and a pang in his heart as he thought back to last night.

He scrunched his face in confusion. "I can't remember."

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Reblog if it’s ok for people to give you $599.99

[bluespinksyellows]

The poll was a tie🫠

Round two!

which one do I write?

1. codependent Sterek

3. Babysitter Stiles au

Voting ended onMar 7

Option 1:

Reblog by @bluespinksyellows

💬 1  🔁 51  ❤️ 481 · A different side would be if Derek is the one who's obsessed at first. Danny(or someone else idk) takes Stiles on a dat

Option 2:

Derek is a single dad to Eli. They live next door to the Stilinskis. Stiles babysits Eli. TW! For the first part of the story Stiles is 17 and underage. Sexual things happen while he is underage. May or may not include mpreg later in the story. Werewolves are not commonly known but Stiles knows about them before the story starts, the sheriff doesn't.

[bluespinksyellows]

Soooooo listen.....

I made a bet with my friend that if I reached 100 followers I had to go back to writing full fics instead of drabbles..

I reached 100 followers last night🙂

So now I have to write a full fic in celebration 🎊🎉

Which means that I need to figure out what to write👁️👄👁️

Except I'm a fairly indecisive person so I can't actually pick😅

This is where you come in, I've made a poll of my drabbles, and whichever one wins; I will turn it into a full-length fic!

I can't promise when it'll come out but I have a four-day break from work in a couple of days and hope to have at least half of the writing done before I'm back at work, so I'm hoping that whichever fic wins will be out by the end of the month.👍

Which fic shall be written?

1. Prince!Stiles x Knight!Derek

2. Pregnant!Stiles au

3. Toxic au Sterek

4. Love Triangle Sterek

5. Book au Sterek

6. Forgotten Stiles au

7. Apocalyptic au Sterek

8. Babysitter!Stiles au

9. Human Alpha Stiles au

10. Femboy Stiles au

11. Stilinski Feels au

12. Codependent Sterek

Voting ended onMar 6

Option 1:

Post by @bluespinksyellows

💬 8  🔁 28  ❤️ 254 · I can't get this idea out of my head so now you must suffer with me.🙂 Noble Knight Derek x Soft Prince Stiles! Der

Option 2:

Post by @bluespinksyellows

💬 2  🔁 4  ❤️ 69 · Right before the big battle with the darach and the alphas Derek and Stiles get it on. Something something about how neit

Option 3:

Post by @bluespinksyellows

💬 1  🔁 3  ❤️ 28 · Yooo I just spent 2+ hours thinking up a (toxic?) highschool sterek au that was very aggressive(fighting) in the beginning

Option 4:

Post by @bluespinksyellows

💬 2  🔁 2  ❤️ 69 · Highschool/College Au with a biblically accurate love triangle Derek and stiles are the same age/one year apart and are b

Option 5:

Post by @bluespinksyellows

💬 4  🔁 10  ❤️ 117 · Au where Peter being the sneaky bitch he is writes all the pack's experiences into a book called 'Adolescent Bites' wher

Option 6:

Ghostriders erase Stiles. Stiles brings himself back and gets rid of them. Nogitsune stuff happens after a while. Besties Steter. Angst. Mpreg Sterek.

Option 7:

Post by @bluespinksyellows

💬 0  🔁 0  ❤️ 3 · I have a wild fic idea that will not leave my head!😓 So it's a Sterek(optional) Teen Wolf post apocalyptic au /w Maze Runne

Option 8:

No tag/post for this one.

Description: Derek is a single dad to Eli and lives next door to the sheriff. Stiles is Eli's babysitter. Sterek. Stiles is underage for the first part and sexual things do happen while he is underage but for the most part he is 18. May or may not include mpreg later in the story.

Option 9:

Post by @bluespinksyellows

💬 3  🔁 28  ❤️ 157 · Human alpha stiles anyone? Derek who doesn't want to be an alpha and, as he was trained his entire life to be his siste

Option 10:

Post by @bluespinksyellows

💬 2  🔁 1  ❤️ 13 · LISTEN I DONT KNOW WHAT HAPPENED BUT OH WELL I NEEDED TO GET THIS IDEA OUT OF MY HEAD TW! Underage Sex Femboy!Stiles I

Option 11:

Post by @bluespinksyellows

💬 2  🔁 1  ❤️ 18 · Hear me out on this... The sheriff and Stiles have a complex relationship in the show but it's also a fairly loving relat

Option 12:

Reblog by @bluespinksyellows

💬 1  🔁 51  ❤️ 479 · A different side would be if Derek is the one who's obsessed at first. Danny(or someone else idk) takes Stiles on a dat

[bluespinksyellows]

I don't know who needs to read this but...

The room was silent. Ringing, from the yelling that stopped only moments ago. As two chests heave with exertion.

Stiles combed his hand through his hair as he looked at the ceiling in exasperation. His cheeks were red from emotion as tears welled in his eyes.

Derek thought he was beautiful. He could smell the anger and anguish coming from him but that didn't stop his heart from racing.

He knew Stiles was clearly agitated because of him, cold towards him. Yet he couldn't help but feel warm, at what Stiles had confirmed, at what he said. Or more specifically, what he didn't say.

"What do you mean?" Derek spoke delicately so as not to push the boy.

Stiles shook his head, clearly at war within himself. He licked his lips in preparation to speak and Derek couldn't help but stare at the action for a beat too long.

"I-I just.....I just can't. ...okay?" Stiles was staring directly at him now, eyes swirling with too many emotions to name. "It's....it's not that easy. I can't just.." he paused trying to find the right word, hands moving fast as if he could physically pull it out of the air. "Say that.." he finished lamely, his body deflating as he looked away.

".....Why not?" Derek was confused. He simply didn't understand why Stiles couldn't admit his feelings, the feelings that they both knew already.

"Because that makes it real!" His words burst forward as did his body. He stepped forward quickly, only stopping less than a foot away from Derek. "Too real. So much so that I can't take it back." His head was tilted in defeat as his eyes pleaded with Derek to understand. "If I were to say it...I would be opening myself up to hurt." He crossed his arms then. As if he could shield himself away from the openness he was displaying.

"Stiles..." Derek's voice was softer than Stiles had ever heard it. "I would never hurt you.. you know that right?"

Stiles turned away and steadfastly avoided his eyes, not willing to break to this man.

After a few seconds of no response Derek stepped forward a bit. He gently tilted Stiles face towards him before cradling his cheek. His hand gently encasing the soft skin of his mates face.

"I would never hurt you. I would never let someone else hurt you. I would die before letting you get hurt, Stiles."His voice was clear and his words were spoken with determination.

Stiles flinched away from his contact. He stepped back and turned away from him completely. His voice was wrought with sadness.

"That's the problem." Stiles turned his head slightly so that he was able to make out Derek's face in the moonlit room.

Derek scrunched his eyebrows in confusion. Looking around aimlessly as if the answer was somewhere in the room. He was clearly trying to find the problem in his words, hoping to understand his mate and failing.

Stiles sighed in disappointment before angling his body so he was facing Derek a little more head on.

"My dad's a cop. He has been since before I was born and probably always will be." Stiles held his hands in a placating motion as he saw Derek move to speak, silently asking to go on. Derek's face smoothed as he accepted.

"As a cop he's seen things and experienced things that most people don't and he was always more than happy to make sure that they never did. But when he had me he also became a parent and as a parent he always saw it as his duty that I be prepared. So he always told me things. The good and the bad. And he gave me talks and lessons for if I was ever in a not-so-ideal situation." Stiles slowly unfolds his arms as he tries to piece together his thoughts.

"He taught me to always be prepared for the bad and while I always took that to heart and duly tried my best to watch out for myself, I never fully understood that bad things could also happen to him. It was only after he got shot during a patrol that I realized he also had to watch out. After that I always had low level anxiety regarding my dad's profession, I wasn't terrified but it was a constant worry. Then my mom died," he paused for a second to collect himself as the memories of his mother came flooding in. Derek nodded in understanding, quietly assuring that Stiles could take his time.

Stiles shook himself and the thoughts from his head as he continued.

"After that I was terrified. I had already lost her, I couldn't handle losing him too. I would beg him not to go to work or to get a different job, anything less dangerous, but he wouldn't listen." Stiles starts pacing. His hands were wheeling about trying to express his stress.

"He would constantly give me the same reasons over and over again, about needing to help and protecting people and locking away the bad guys because if he doesn't then who will." Stiles stops pacing and grabs his hair in frustration. Glowering at his father's decisions before sighing in defeat.

"Eventually I just gave up trying to convince him and forced myself to accept it. And it sucked. Did suck. Does still suck. Because every time he walks out that door I am terrified that he won't come back." He looks towards Derek again, grief in his eyes.

"Same as you." He turns his head away and crosses his arms again. "Every time you walk away I'm scared that I'll never see you again. Every time a group of hunters crosses the town borders or a new big bad comes strolling in, I'm terrified that I might lose you." He sighs and hangs his head in resignation, accepting his own words as fact. "Because I know you Derek, I know all about your self sacrificing tendencies and your inclination towards martyrdom. Saying you would die for someone isn't very climactic, Derek. Not when you would die for anyone."

Stiles raises his head and starts directly into Derek's eyes as he details his innermost thoughts.

"I know you would die for me, Derek. I just don't think you would live for me. And I can't handle that."

It hurt. It hurt because it was true. It wasn't necessarily that Derek didn't want to live but if any of his pack were in danger he would sacrifice himself without a second thought and in doing so, he would leave Stiles behind. He would leave him to deal with the pain of losing a loved one, alone.

Stiles, taking his silence as understanding, slowly looks away again.

"I already have one person I love, who I'm terrified of losing to the greater good." He pauses looking into Derek's eyes one last time.

".....I really don't need another one." His voice wobbled at the end, a silent declaration of his stance and a heavy end to the conversation as he walks out of the room.

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Right before the big battle with the darach and the alphas Derek and Stiles get it on.

Something something about how neither are sure they'll make it back, yada yada they wanna be with each other at least once before they die...whatever. They have sex.

They live.

The pack still has to deal with the aftermath and all that but none of the nogitsune stuff starts right away.

Stiles starts feeling really sick and he googles his symptoms but all that pops up is pregnancy. Because of this, Stiles thinks it must be a supernatural illness instead so goes to Deaton.

Deaton confirms that Stiles is pregnant and Stiles starts freaking out. Stiles goes home and has a few panic attacks before calling Scott. Stiles wants Scott to come to his house so they can talk but Scott starts talking about other things and how busy he is and how he's worried he won't be able handle things when Derek leaves.

Stiles asks what he means and Scott explains that since things have calmed down, Derek is thinking about leaving Beacon hills and, Boyd, Erica, Isaac, Cora, and Peter are all going with him.

Stiles hangs up shortly after with a lame excuse and panics some more. He can't tell Derek about his pregnancy, he refuses to hold Derek down when he obviously doesn't want to be here.

But if Derek takes half the pack with him when he leaves, then Stiles and the baby have less protection. With all the crazy shit that happens in Beacon Hills, they won't last a month.

Stiles realizes that this is only if he has the baby, he vaguely remembers Deaton saying something about termination. He calls Deaton immediately and asks about it. Deaton says that since it's early enough, they could terminate it.

Stiles schedules the appointment for a week later just in case the pack decide to stay. He tries not to be around Derek or the pack too much and only sees them twice during the week. During one of those times, Erica mentions how they're all planning on where to go and taking votes.

By the time the appointment comes Stiles already knows that they aren't staying. He goes to Deaton's office and gets ready for the procedure but right before Deaton starts cutting, Stiles panics and tells him to stop. He can't bring himself to do it.

If he can't stay with the baby and he can't remove the baby then he has no choice. He has to leave. He explains the situation to Deaton and asks if he has any contacts anywhere for when the baby is born.

Deaton sends him to South Carolina where he has a friend residing that's in the know and a medical professional to help Stiles with the baby.

Stiles leaves that night with only 1 note to his dad that reads 'don't find me '.

Two years later Stiles is in Nebraska. He doesn't keep in contact with Deaton or Deaton's friend. He owns a bar and two warehouses where he makes custom weaponry. He has an assistant, guards, a secretary, and multiple contractors, dealers, and customers.

Meanwhile, the pack isn't doing great. Derek and the others stayed when they heard that Stiles was gone. They all tried to find him but he was very careful and they couldn't track him down. They aren't sure if he left of his own accord or not. By now though, the nogitsune stuff has started.

It was postponed a bit when Stiles left, because he was its target but it needed the nemeton's power to stay alive, so when Stiles left it couldn't leave with him and had to stay and wait for a new target.

Deaton mentions that it was likely released after Scott, Allison, and Stiles sacrificed themselves. Eventually when they're all researching what to do and getting nowhere, someone brings up Stiles and how he could've helped.

Peter agrees with the sentiment and later on his own time he tracks down Stiles.

At first Stiles refuses to meet him but Peter gets his way and manages to convince him to help. Stiles does everything he can to say no but Peter uses Stiles' guilt for leaving his dad as a tactic to win. So they go and drive across the country back to Beacon Hills.

Peter did not tell the pack that he was looking for stiles, nor did he tell them he was leaving to go get him, he also didn't tell them that Stiles was back. He calls Derek when they're a few hours drive away from Beacon Hills, while Stiles is asleep in a hotel room. He tells him to gather the entire pack for a meeting in 3 hours.

Derek does this and has the entire pack, including the sheriff, Melissa, and Chris Argent, gathered at the loft. The puppy pack from season 4/5 are also there.

Derek tells them why they're gathered and they all debate as to what Peter wants when Peter and Stiles step into the room.

Obviously drama ensues. There's a lot of yelling(Scott:excited), some slapping(Lydia:mad for scaring her), confusion(the puppy pack:who?), and a shit ton of betrayal from everyone after they find out that Stiles left of his own accord.

Eventually Peter makes things worse and starts talking about how Stiles is only there to help them with the nogitsune and is leaving afterwards. Everyone starts yelling again. Stiles puts a stop to it and tells them that he is there for a reason and they need to focus.

He immediately starts researching and planning things. It takes a few days before the puppy pack all follow him around and become his assistants, they really look up to him and start relying on him more than the rest of the pack.

Everyone else is still feeling betrayed but some are also happy at Stiles being back, Erica is one of the ones who still feel hurt and makes a lot of snarky comments. She says something about how Stiles seemed so happy when he abandoned them and now he seems so upset to be around them. Scott tries to defend him by saying that Stiles isn't upset about being with them and that Stiles probably had his reasons.

They continue to argue about it and Stiles gets triggered. He runs upstairs to the bathroom in Derek's room and has a panic attack. Derek makes everyone calm down and stay downstairs, while he tries to comfort Stiles through the door.

When Stiles is on the verge of passing out, Derek forces the door open and grabs him. He sets Stiles in his lap and calms him down. Stiles isn't panicking anymore but he is still crying. He buried his face in Derek's neck and just stays there for a second.

Derek is about to ask why he's crying when Stiles starts talking. He talks about how he felt sick before he left, that he thought it was magic and went to Deaton. He talks about how Deaton confirmed he was pregnant, how he freaked out when he heard that Derek was leaving.

He talks about his reasons for leaving, that he kept in contact with Deaton for a while after. He talks about how after being gone for 4 months he was barely starting to show, and how happy he was every time he saw his little bump. He talks about his crappy job at a bar and his even crappier apartment, that his apartment manager was a creep who kept hitting on him.

He talks about how that flirting turned into obsession, how he started taking the stairs instead of the elevator because that stalker would wait in the elevator for him. How the manager found out about the stairs and started hanging around there instead.

He talks about how the guy was losing patience and Stiles started getting scared every time he had to go home. About how one night after Stiles had a bad day at work, he told the manager off. He yelled and screamed that he would never date him in a million years and that he loved someone else and he hated being apart from them already and didn't need some creep trying to break into his apartment in the middle of the night.

He talks about how the manager lost it and pushed him down the stairs, and about his long way down as he tried to curl around his bump to protect their baby. How he failed. Deaton's friend had a spell going to monitor the baby's heart rate 24/7, when it stopped they knew something bad happened and rushed to Stiles in order to help.

He talks about how he was completely hysterical when they got there, that they were pressuring him to calm down so they could remove the baby from his body. He talks about how he refused to let them, how they kept chanting that he would be in danger if he kept it in, but he wouldn't let them anywhere near him as he sobbed over the death of his unborn baby.

He talks about how they had to sedate him to remove it, and that he had multiple other wounds from the stairs, he almost died on the table. He talks about how he fell into a deep depression and all he wanted was to come back home, but he knew he couldn't face Derek again after failing to protect their baby. He threw himself into his work instead, so he wouldn't have to face his family or his thoughts.

By the end of his tale he's just repeating himself over and over. "I failed, I'm sorry, I failed, please..."

He's crying hysterically while Derek just holds him in his lap quietly consoling him. Derek is heartbroken over hearing his mates pain and for the pain of his childs death.

The pack are also in tears. They had been eavesdropping since the very beginning and were horrified and angry at what they heard. That someone had hurt their pack member and friend in such a way. And at their own actions and feelings towards Stiles these past two years.

Later when Stiles finally makes his way downstairs they all engulf him in a pack hug, it's bittersweet to him in the moment. He's finally back home with his family, the only thing he truly wanted for the two years he was away. Except He wasn't alone when he left, but he was alone coming back, and that burns in a way he couldn't imagine.

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No cus Stiles and Peter disagreeing at a pack meeting.

Stiles made a plan that Peter doesn't agree with and they start arguing. Peter brings up Stiles dad. Stiles brings up fire. Eventually, Derek breaks it up and says they're going along with Stiles' plan.

Peter's pissed but doesn't say anything. And Stiles feels bad about bringing up fire(mostly feels bad for Derek), so he adjusts his plan a little to compromise with Peter.

Peter is somewhat satisfied and agrees to plan. After he calms down Stiles apologizes to both the Hales about bringing up fire. Derek just nods and as Peter opens his mouth to speak, Stiles steps forward and cuts him off.

"....but if you ever threaten my dad again," he gets directly in Peter's face. "Fire.. is the last thing you'll be afraid of."

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Sterek being best childhood friends and scarily codependent to the point that it's normal to them but anyone else thinks it's weird.

Case in point Derek starts dating Jennifer and immediately she points this out and tells Derek that Stiles is weirdly obsessed with him. Derek doesn't believe her even after two months of her saying it he just blows her off until eventually he wakes up in the middle of the night during a sleepover at Stiles' and he just hears Stiles repeatedly whispering "mine, mine, mine, all mine, no one else's, not Jennifer's, just all mine...." directly into his ear(they fell asleep watching tv and started cuddling while sleeping).

He realizes two things then, 1.) Jennifer may have been right about the obsession thing, and 2.) he's really fucking into it.

So into it that he immediately dumps Jennifer but purposely doesn't tell Stiles about it. He starts pretending to sleep just so he can hear Stiles whispering, and makes up fake dates with Jennifer just to see the look on Stiles face.

He purposely drones on and on about her and all the dates they'd been on and how many times they kissed and how touchy feely she was, until Stiles is practically foaming at the mouth.

He pushes it further and further every time, just waiting to see Stiles reaction ,until about a month later he starts telling Stiles about his and Jennifer's first time together.

He's not even a quarter of the way through this imaginary story before Stiles absolutely jumps him.

They get together and now Stiles will just start playing with Derek's hair and whispering "mine, mine, mine.." at random intervals and Derek absolutely loves it.

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A different side would be if Derek is the one who's obsessed at first.

Danny(or someone else idk) takes Stiles on a date and tells him about how Derek is giving off weird obsessive vibes and Stiles should be careful around him. Stiles obviously doesn't take this to heart but then one night when he's almost asleep he hears Derek purring over and over "gonna claim, he's mine, my mate, my Stiles, gotta claim my Stiles...".

Stiles falls back asleep listening to this and when he wakes up the next day he immediately calls Danny and asks to meet. He explains the situation to Danny and is like "yeah, I'm into it. That being said, I had a nice time but I've now decided to be taken, hope we can still be friends." Danny being the chill guy he is, is like "Sure, whatever floats your boat."

Now, Stiles is not a subtle person, he doesn't even know what subtle means, actually he does and could probably write a 10,000 word essay on what subtlety is but he refuses to be subtle.

Unlike Derek, Stiles is not going to pretend to date Danny, he's not gonna curate fake dates or slowly push the boundaries of Derek's obsession. If he's in something he is all in.

That same day when they're hanging out Stiles asks Derek to cuddle. It's very normal for them and so he does. Derek raises himself so he's on top of Stiles and tucks his face into Stiles neck, Stiles starts to pet Derek's hair and scratch his back. A few minutes later Derek is basically half asleep while purring and that's when Stiles strikes.

He quietly tells Derek that he and Danny decided to just stay friends. Derek let's out a pleased little rumble and buried his face further into Stiles neck, so much so that Stiles can actually feel the smile pressed into his skin.

"I am now officially single but I don't want to be. Claim me."

Derek's still purring for a few seconds before he registers what Stiles said and darts up fully alert. His eyes are wide in shock but Stiles can practically see the drool pooling in his mouth at the thought of claiming him.

Stiles just smiles and slowly tilts his head to show off more of his neck. "Well...?"

They live happily ever after. And Stiles is never seen without at least one hickey visible at all times.

[bluespinksyellows]

LISTEN I DONT KNOW WHAT HAPPENED BUT OH WELL

I NEEDED TO GET THIS IDEA OUT OF MY HEAD

TW! Underage Sex

Femboy!Stiles

If not comfy don't read

Derek is dating paige. The summer before their senior year she gets a job babysitting.

Stiles pulled some fucked up prank on the last day of school that makes the sheriff pissed at him, so he's not allowed out of the house all summer and the sheriff knows Stiles won't just stay inside so he gets him a babysitter.

Stiles is obviously mortified by this because he's 15 and is definitely too old for a babysitter but the sheriff won't listen.

Paige is Stiles babysitter. Stiles thinks she's cool but still doesn't like her just on principle. Not until she brings over her boyfriend. This 6-foot-tall, green-eyed, bunny-toothed, muscled, hunk of a man with a jawline that could cut glass.

Originally Derek just tagged along so he could study with his girlfriend, but the day that he went over Stiles wasn't dressed in his usual skirts and sweaters but instead was wearing low-riding sweats with a plain white shirt, he looked very straight and was tall for his age, Derek got very suspicious and started coming over more often.

Stiles is delighted by this news and starts wearing skimpier clothes than ever before. He does it slowly though, he could tell that Derek thought he was straight and that's why he stuck around, he doesn't want Derek to immediately stop going so he slowly transitions from the straightest clothes he can find to feminine clothing.

The first day he breaks out a crop top Derek chokes on his water. Later, when Paige is in the bathroom, he asks Stiles if he's into girls or not and Stiles just says he's bi. Derek decides to stick around a bit longer just in case.

Some time after that Stiles wears short shorts around the house and Derek is dumbfounded. He avoids even looking in Stiles' direction. Stiles is upset but refuses to give up. He purposely spends more time in the living room than normal. And talks to Paige and Derek more often than usual to make Derek look at him.

A while after that Stiles wears an oversized sweater and the first thing Derek thinks is that he looks soft. Later that day when Stiles is asking Derek for help reaching something and is staring at him with those big amber eyes and a cute pout starting on his mouth, Derek realizes that Stiles is actually really cute.

The day Stiles wears a skirt for the first time is the day Derek decides he shouldn't doesn't need to come over anymore. The skirt is really short and rides up at the slightest movement. Stiles bends over a lot the entire day and Derek is completely enraptured by how smooth Stiles thighs look.

Paige eventually has to go outside for a call and that's also coincidentally when Stiles decides that he needs to sneak some liquor from his dad's cabinet while Derek is looking. Derek obviously tries to stop him but Stiles won't back down. Derek eventually takes hold of the bottle and holds it above his head, but Stiles still tries to get it, they're both on their tiptoes when Stiles finally manages to grab it.

He yanks on it too hard and Derek still refuses to let go so they both fall to the floor. On the way down Derek tries to grab Stiles to brace his fall but can't manage to grab onto anything but Stiles' thigh. They land like that.

With Stiles on his back, hands above his head grabbing onto the bottle and Derek on top of him with one hand on the bottle and one on Stiles' thigh. They catch their breath for a second and Derek notices that Stiles' skirt is bunched way up, showing a hint of the pink lace panties he's wearing. The next thing Derek notices is that Stiles' thigh is really smooth.

Stiles can see Derek getting harder in his jeans and decides to really up the ante. Stiles pushes his thighs together so Derek can really feel them, he arches his back to show off his small exposed waist, and turns his face up toward the bottle showing off his porcelain neck that's perfect for biting.

Derek sees all this and is just barely holding back the drool. But eventually they both get up and Derek puts the liquor away. Stiles walks away with a pout that Derek is trying his hardest not to find cute.

Cut to a few days later Stiles is wearing a thin, cropped tank top and the shortest lace black skirt he owns. Derek is salivating but manages to keep it under control because Stiles spends most of the day in his room.

Paige gets an emergency call and has to leave the house for a bit, she tells Stiles about it and asks Derek to stay and watch him, of course he agrees. He goes upstairs after she leaves to check on Stiles but when he gets there Stiles is kneeling with his back facing his mirror and his head tilted back looking at it, taking nudes.(He has a lollipop in his ass btw and is using it like an anal bead.)

Derek steps in and tells him that he shouldn't be taking pictures like that, they get into an argument and Derek grabs Stiles' phone, Stiles tries to take it back but Derek shoves him and Stiles falls directly on his ass(and onto said lollipop). Stiles gasps and stills, afraid of pushing it in further.

Derek is like "What? What happened?" to which Stiles explains that he now has a lollipop inside him. Derek tries to get him to the hospital but Stiles is too embarrassed and suggests that they dig it out themselves.

Derek says no and tries to call an ambulance but Stiles starts begging him not to. Stiles is so mortified that he has tears in his eyes as he begs and Derek can't say no.

Stiles gets on his hands and knees, while Derek takes tweezers and a flashlight out of the closet. When he returns, Stiles is on full display, but he does his best to focus. He realizes pretty quickly that Stiles is too tight to see much or get it out so he has to loosen him up.

He very gently loosens Stiles up until he's confident that he can get it out. And he does get it out, after many many minutes of Stiles moans and very heated tension. Immediately after he pulls it out Stiles slumps forward for a minute before slowly pressing himself against Derek.

Derek can't take it anymore, he fucks him, he fucks him hard fast and raw. Derek loves it. Stiles loves it. Paige doesn't need to know about it. Eventually Paige comes back and they all study at the table for a while. Paige sits at the head of the table with Derek to her left and Stiles next to him. Stiles starts rubbing Derek through his jeans while they're studying. Derek only lasts a few minutes before he excuses himself to the bathroom.

The sheriff calls Paige a couple minutes later and she steps outside to take the call. Stiles goes upstairs, twists the lock on his door before closing it from the hall, and goes towards the bathroom. He barges in while Derek has his dick in his hands, and immediately drops to his knees and starts sucking him off.

Paige comes back though and she knocks on the bathroom door telling Derek that it's time to go and then they both hear her knock on Stiles' door and try to open it. Stiles has to go through the bathroom window and climb along the outside of the house before making it to his room. He gets inside and opens the door claiming to have not heard her because he was listening to music.

Her and Derek leave.

This is only part one, I have at least two or three more parts to this, maybe more. Idkk

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Femboy Stiles.

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Human alpha stiles anyone?

Derek who doesn't want to be an alpha and, as he was trained his entire life to be his sisters beta, doesn't know how to be a successful alpha. He constantly fucks up when he is alpha, to the point that he absolutely hates it.

Scott who never even really wanted to be a werewolf let alone an alpha. Who has no idea how to keep this bunch of losers alive. Who really just wants to be a regular teenager without the responsibility of an entire town on his back.

These two guys aren't great alphas, they keep secrets and miscommunicate with their packs constantly. They have no control over anyone, not even really themselves, and they're both too busy fighting each other and trying to outdo the other out of pure spite that they aren't really there for their packs at all.

Then, in comes Stiles. Who has researched everything there is to know about werewolves(and other supernaturals) and how most alphas run packs. Who, because of his mom dying early and his dad constantly working to pay for medical debt, kinda had to raise himself; and for a while after Scott's dad left(before Melissa got back on her feet) also kinda had to raise Scott in a way.

Stiles is the only one who has open communication with both packs and is constantly the person everyone goes to when they think something's happening. Or when another fight breaks out between the two alphas. Stiles is aware that the other two don't really want to be alphas and he understands, so he tries to help out in any way he can, just to lessen their load a bit.

He organizes meetings, pack nights, negotiations(Argents), he does his research on every supernatural(and hunter) they face, he consistently creates great plans, he always consults the packs and acts as a go between for them, etc..

He doesn't just help the packs as a whole either. He's also the first person anyone goes to if they need advice on something non-pack related: if they need help with grades, having trouble in their relationship, they had a nightmare last night and just need someone to talk to, they need a ride somewhere, they need to go grocery shopping, there's a big blood stain in their shirt and don't know how to remove it. Literally any problem they are having, they go to Stiles.

In battle too. Stiles already comes up with the plans but he's also the one who reinforces them and makes sure that everyone is following the plan. If anything goes wrong he's the first to know, even before the alphas. He's always the first one to strike and the first to defend. And after the battle he's the one who checks on everyone, their wounds, their mental state, if they need medical attention whether that be from Melissa or Deaton, or if they need a few minutes to calm down because something that happened triggered them.

Stiles is their go to for literally everything. And they always listen to him. About everything. If Stiles tells them to do something or not to do something, they always listen even if they would rather do the opposite. He's their pillar of support, their protector, their leader, their alpha.

And they don't realize it. Not until someone else points it out. Maybe Braeden or someone from a different pack, says something about how they had never seen a pack with two werewolf alphas who deferred to a human alpha before. The room freezes. Eventually Scott is like "What? What human alpha?" And they explain how Stiles is very clearly an alpha to this pack.

The pack is like "huh.......you're right" meanwhile both Scott and Derek are bluescreening over both not having to be alpha and their alpha being Stiles.

Stiles is just in the bathroom chilling, scrubbing gross monster goo out of his favorite hoodie, hoping it doesn't stain.

Cue an, at least 50k word fic, of Stiles figuring out he's the alpha and settling into that role. It has to have at least one badass scene of Stiles going apeshit on someone who hurt his pack while they just watch on all giddy. And it has to end with a fluffy scene of Stiles being at the center of a puppy pile, surrounded by his pack and being completely content with life.

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Sterek being best childhood friends and scarily codependent to the point that it's normal to them but anyone else thinks it's weird.

Case in point Derek starts dating Jennifer and immediately she points this out and tells Derek that Stiles is weirdly obsessed with him. Derek doesn't believe her even after two months of her saying it he just blows her off until eventually he wakes up in the middle of the night during a sleepover at Stiles' and he just hears Stiles repeatedly whispering "mine, mine, mine, all mine, no one else's, not Jennifer's, just all mine...." directly into his ear(they fell asleep watching tv and started cuddling while sleeping).

He realizes two things then, 1.) Jennifer may have been right about the obsession thing, and 2.) he's really fucking into it.

So into it that he immediately dumps Jennifer but purposely doesn't tell Stiles about it. He starts pretending to sleep just so he can hear Stiles whispering, and makes up fake dates with Jennifer just to see the look on Stiles face.

He purposely drones on and on about her and all the dates they'd been on and how many times they kissed and how touchy feely she was, until Stiles is practically foaming at the mouth.

He pushes it further and further every time, just waiting to see Stiles reaction ,until about a month later he starts telling Stiles about his and Jennifer's first time together.

He's not even a quarter of the way through this imaginary story before Stiles absolutely jumps him.

They get together and now Stiles will just start playing with Derek's hair and whispering "mine, mine, mine.." at random intervals and Derek absolutely loves it.