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Derek bit his lip, slowly opening Stiles' dorm room. He nodded at his roommate as he left the room with a thumbs up, softly closing the door behind him.

He smiled at Stiles' sleeping form, sprawled on his tummy with his blankets tucked up to his shoulders. His mouth was slightly parted and a small wolf plushie was clutched in one hand, his hair mussed up and pointing in all directions.

He crept to Stiles' side and knelt down beside his bed, immediately burying a hand in his hair. He leaned in and pressed his lips to the corner of Stiles' mouth, trailing kissing down to his neck, rubbing his stubbly cheek on the soft skin. "Hi, baby," he whispered.

Stiles hummed in his sleep, wiggling a little. Derek chuckled at his scrunched up face and kissed the furrow between his eyebrows.

"Don't you wanna give me a kiss hello, precious?" Derek said, increasing his volume a little. Stiles' eyes drowsily fluttered open and he squinted at Derek. "There you are."

"'S a dream," Stiles mumbled, eyes half open.

"Its not a dream, baby, I'm here," Derek chuckled, "Surprise!"

"Wha, -" Stiles said, cutting himself off as he reached a hand out to graze Derek's cheek. "You're here."

"I am, love," Derek replied.

Stiles threw himself into Derek's arms with a strangled noise, the tips of his fingers turning white with how hard he was holding Derek.

"Someone missed me, huh?" Derek teased, supporting Stiles' body that was hanging halfway out of bed.

"Yeah, well, you missed me more," Stiles mumbled wetly, biting Derek's neck.

"Mm, I really did, drove all night to come see you," Derek whispered.

"You have a crush on me," Stiles teasingly sang.

Derek smirked and lightly pulled Stiles' hair, "I don't have a crush, baby, I love you."

"Sappywolf," Stiles whispered, placing a kiss on the spot he bit.

"Tell me you love me too," Derek ordered, digging his fingers in Stiles' sides.

"But, I don't," Stiles teased. He shrieked and tried to scoot back when Derek started tickling him, running his fingers from his sides up to his underarms and then back down again.

"Tell me you love me and I'll stop," Derek teased, smiling at Stiles' breathless giggles.

"No, never," Stiles gasped, wiggling wildly in Derek's hold.

"Say it," Derek demanded, not letting up in his attack.

Stiles laughed and with tears clumping his eyelashes together, finally admitted defeat. "Okay, okay, stop. I love you, I love you," he squealed.

"Good boy," Derek smirked. Stiles pulled back and looked at Derek with such a happy, content expression that Derek couldn't help but surge forward, connecting their lips in a soft kiss.

"Thank you for coming, Der," Stiles whispered once they pulled apart, resting his forehead against Derek's.

"I couldn't have you cry on the phone to me and then not come see you to comfort you," Derek whispered back. "You know I'll always take care of you."

Stiles giggled and flushed red, "You're making me blush."

"Mm, red always looks good on you, baby," Derek rumbled, rubbing their noses together.

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Stiles rolls over, pushing the covers off his chest so they pool around his waist, and spreads his limbs across the bed. "Der?" he mumbles, lifting his head up and squinting around the room when no part of his body comes into contact of Derek's. He frowns, head flopping back against the pillow and calls out a little louder, voice still gruff from sleep, "Derek."

When Derek doesn't immediately appear, he grumbles and blearily sits up, scooting off the bed. He shivers in the morning cold and quickly pulls on Derek's discarded sweater from the floor.

Walking out of the bedroom, he peers into the living room and the kitchen, not finding Derek anywhere.

"Derek!" he screams finally, falling into a heap in the middle of the kitchen floor.

He hears a loud commotion and then Derek is crashing into the kitchen, eyes wide in worry. "Stiles, what's wrong? Are you hurt? What happened?" He kneels in front of Stiles, who wastes no time in crawling into Derek's lap and clinging onto him like a koala.

"Woke up alone, love," Stiles grouches, aggressively nuzzling Derek's throat.

"Are we just being a little cranky monster, hmm?" Derek murmurs, pressing kisses to the top of Stiles' head. "Gave me a scare, shouting like that. Thought something happened to you."

"You left me all alone," Stiles complaines, mood brightening a little with every kiss that Derek gave him.

"Baby, I was feeding our chickens," Derek explains, "the ones you wanted to have and begged me for weeks and promised that you would look after."

Stiles humphs and gently butts his forehead against Derek's neck, "You like taking care of them."

"I really don't," Derek dryly replies. He continues, voice softening, "But I like taking care of you."

"I don't like waking up without you. Looked all over for you, didn't know where you were," Stiles whispers, hot tears trailing down his cheeks and face heating in embarrassment.

"Oh, baby, are you crying?" Derek murmurs, gently untucking Stiles' face from his neck. He rubs the tears away with the pads of his thumbs, chuckling fondly at his little pouty face. He squishes Stiles' cheeks together, exaggerating his pout, and leans down to press kisses to lips. "So cute, my love. Prettiest, sweetest boy ever." Stiles keens high in his throat, going limp in Derek's hold. "Such pretty noises for me, baby. Just needed my kisses, hm?"

Stiles whimpers and nods and Derek cooes, "Come on, let's get you back to bed. Its too early for my baby to be up yet."

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Stiles: What a man! Such a manly man, the manliest man to ever man in this man's man's world.

Scott:...

Stiles: Do you think he'll rawdog me?

Scott: Goddammit, Stiles! Can we go just one meal without you wanting Derek's dick?

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Derek and packs being in a fight with some hunters one day and Derek gets hit with a wolfsbane arrow right in his arm. Stiles is freaking the fuck out, memories of Kate's Nordic Blue bullet resurfacing and while he hates—absolutely hates blood and injuries —they aren't anywhere near Deaton (like out of state, in Mexico, days away) so Stiles decides like "Well, you're supposed to suck out venom from a snake bite. Same rules apply?"

Stiles jumps at a very confused and very surprised Derek and clamps his mouth down onto his bicep. He starts trying to suck out the poison and spitting out blood and he's getting super grossed out. Fighting for his life, trying not to throw up and everyone is in absolute shock but no one more than Derek who can't believe that the puny little human of the group was a) the first to try and help him. and b) is so incredibly disgusted with injuries but is willing to literally put his mouth down on his blood. It is the weirdest, nicest, most sincere thing anyone has ever done for him. And his wolf zones in on this.

Stiles just unlocked mating courtship ritual number one: Will fight through personal trauma for you because I love you. And Wolf Derek is invested. Pokemon I choose you invested. Derek can actually feel the moment where the mating bond just falls into place and just goes "OH. Ok, yeah that's what we're doing now."

Scott finally gathers himself enough to be like "Stiles I don't think-"

"Shut the fuck up Scott." Derek growls, just fondly watching Stiles turning green and woozy.

Lydia's standing directly behind Stiles with the antidote she had brought just in case. She decides to wait a little while longer until she says anything.

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The first time they sleep together, Derek's lips instinctively find all of Stiles's moles

"You know, they say moles are where past lovers have kissed you."

Derek kisses Stiles's ankle, knee, hip, jaw, and back.

"That's silly."

It's like he's mapped them all before.

"Yeah, silly."

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More divorced au

Stiles: When you've worked in Law Enforcement as long as I have, you develop thick skin

Sheriff: *walking past Stiles* We got a call that Derek Hale has the other half of the body, there's a chance he's the killer

Stiles: The fuCK YOU MEAN DEREK HALE?!

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This is killing me omf

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Derek: I'm glad that fate brought us together.

Stiles: He thinks our meeting is fate, but when he burned me at the stake in 1647, I swore to come back and find him

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Scott: What does your keen werewolf senses say about that guy?

Derek: He feels off. He smells calm and collected but I would need to watch him more before I make a decision.

Stiles: I don’t like him

Derek: Yeah that guy fucking sucks let’s kill him.

Scott: ???

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Derek: If I die, would you remarry? Stiles: If you die, I'm putting the romance in necromancy and bringing you back. Derek: Are you really performing dark rituals to keep me alive? Stiles: I said "I do" through sickness and in health, and I meant that as a threat.

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Stiles: What are the most unusual places you've had sex?

Derek: in a happy relationship

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Stiles slaps a hand over his mouth, a muffled squeal leaking out. He's careful as he brings the photo closer to face, lowering his hand to clutch it with both hands. His hands start to tremble the longer he stares at it, tears gathering in the corner of his eyes.

That's how Derek finds him a few hours later. A bunch of storage bins spread open around as he huddles in the corner of the rebuilt Hale house living room, crying as he stares at a picture.

"Wha - Stiles, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" Derek panics, navigating through the boxes to get to Stiles. He lifts him up before sitting down, situating Stiles in his lap. "Baby, did something happen?"

"N-no," Stiles whimpers, pressing a kiss to the photo before pressing it to his chest.

Derek frowns as he carefully wipes the tears away from Stiles' face before gently cupping it and tilting his head back. He quietly asks, nodding towards the photo, "Is that your mom?"

"No," Stiles replies, a fresh wave of tears dripping down his face.

"Stiles, love, I'm freaking out," Derek whispers, "I really need you to tell me what's wrong. My wolf is going crazy."

Stiles sobs harder at his words, shoving the photo in Derek's face. Derek leans back a bit to take a look properly, a fond smile pulling at his lips. "You were just so adorable!" Stiles wails, bringing the photo closer to his face and pressing lots of kisses to it.

The photo featured a tiny, chubby, little Derek, no more than a year old, swathed in blankets. He had the cutest wolf onesie on, tiny fuzzy ears on the hood. He was smiling wide at the camera, drooling and chewing on his fist.

"Oh my god, Stiles, stop crying!" Derek chuckles, wiping his face as more tears leaked from Stiles' eyes.

"I can't help it!" Stiles whines. He carefully tucks the photo away in the album and then throws his arms around Derek, kissing him all over the face. "You were such a fat baby!"

"Hey!" Derek half-complains, a content smile on his lips, eyes closing as Stiles kept pecking his face. He holds onto his waist, keeping their bodies pressed together.

"You -kiss- were -kiss- so -kiss- adorable," Stiles murmurs, pressing a kiss on Derek's lips after every word. "I just wanna kidnap you and chew on your chubby little cheeks." Derek raises his brows and Stiles complains, "Don't look at me like that, you were the cutest little baby ever."

Tears start gathering in Stiles' eyes again and Derek rushes, "No, no, don't cry again."

"I wanna keep that little baby all snuggled and safe in arms," Stiles whimpers.

"That baby is me, love, and you do have me snuggled and safe in your arms," Derek soothes, guiding Stiles to lay his head on his shoulder.

Stiles sobs harder at that, gasping, "Oh my god, oh my god, you are, Derek. That is you - oh. I can't -"

"Relax, baby, take a deep breath for me. There we go, love, just like that. Again," Derek coos, slowly claming Stiles down. "All good now, love?"

"Mhmm," Stiles hums as he nuzzles Derek's neck. He pulls back, grabbing Derek's face in between his hands and smushing his cheeks a little, and says, "I am totally gonna figure out how to get knocked up by you. There need to be more little Dereks in this world."

Derek chuckles, his wolf going wild at his mate's proclamation, and gathers Stiles more securely in his arms, unable to keep the smile off his face as Stiles slams their lips together in a desperate, needy kiss.