Teen Wolf does strange things to people.

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[tiemeupandcallmealpha]

[bonfireatthehales]

So I’m starting a new blog which I’m dedicating to my submissive Derek kink. Sue me, I’m a perv. I’ll be posting art and shit.

So support my perversions and follow Tie Me Up and Call Me Alpha for all your sub!Derek needs!

[onehaleofafire]

HELLO MY SEXY FIRE CRACKERS!! Y'ALL SHOULD TOTALLY CHECK THIS OUT. MY BESTIE HAS MADE A SUB!DEREK ART BLOG.

Y'ALL KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS???!! DEREK IN BONDAGE! DEREK BEING A GOOD BOY!! DEREK BEING HAPPY AND COMFORTABLE ENOUGH TO GO INTO SUB SPACE AND TO LET HIS DOM PRAISE HIM FOR HOW WELL HE DID!!!!! SUB!DEREK!!!!!!!

[imderekhaleandmyfamilyisdead]

sometimes

when i’m alone

i paint my dead mom’s nails

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[teenwolf]

http://youtu.be/booKP974B0k

[tomrun-deactivated20181111]

What’s black and orange and yellow all over?

The Hales getting burnt to death in a house fire.

[asexualderek]

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[asexualderek]

[onehaleofafire]

[teenwolf]

Only these two can make being tied up and electrocuted look so good. 

[teenwolf]

Only these two can make being tied up and electrocuted look so good. 

[tylerfucklin]

I AM SO FUCKING ANGRY RIGHT NOW IT’S NOT EVEN FUNNY

[onehaleofafire]

This week on Lydia is fed up with everything...

[rizuno]

PROMPT: Sterek drinking chai latte and Derek hates it but he drinks it anyway b/c stiles says he only dates guys who likes chai latte (like college AU) because it's a big tell on their character. PUH-LEASE

I shall DO MY BEST

*AHEM*

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Derek glares at the unassuming cup, sitting innocently on the table. His eyes flick between the doorway to study room 3B and the cup several times, judging, before he clinically prods it slightly more sideways.

Okay Hale, he thinks, you got this.

Stiles is gonna come in that doorway, (like he does every M/W/F), walk right past where Derek is sitting, then sit at his favorite table across and behind him. And Derek, like a mother fucking smooth operator, is going to be taking a sip from his cup with the angle just right as Stiles walks by so that he can’t help but notice the ‘Chai Latte’ written in big blocky letters on the side.

Derek will then set the cup back down, rotating it completely inconspicuously so that the writing is facing back towards Stilinski.

It’s foolproof. Practically. This is usually the part where Cora would interject, “But that don’t make it Derek-proof” in her endearing way. But (thankfully) Cora is a thousand miles away, still stuck in Beacon Hills finishing up her junior year.

Besides. Derek has got this. He does.

He’s practiced his follow up maneuver where he manfully stretches out with his copy of Richard Siken’s Crush raised up at just the right angle to be viewable by Stiles about 500 times.

It’s been 3 months since Derek worked up the courage (stupid so stupid just pathetic Hale) to approach Stiles downstairs at the campus coffee shop. He’d been bundled up like the abominable snowman and clutching his Espresso Macchiato before him like a shield.

"I only date guys who drink Chai Latte’s," Stiles had said, smirking at him with a wink. Derek had nodded and shuffled off. It had been valuable information.

Since that time Derek has ditched the excess of layers, badgered Erica into clothing him in ‘style’ and suffered through contacts and grown out stubble. He actually prefers the rugged look now that he’s tried it.

He is hopefully unrecognizable as the geek who awkwardly propositioned Stiles, all those months ago. Also as the creeper who’s been stalking him with Erica and Boyd (alas, poor long suffering Boyd, Derek is going to make him cookies, he swears) dragged along.

He hears Stiles’ laugh just before he appears in the doorway.

Game time. 

Derek suavely lets his eyes slide over Stiles’ as he lifts the cup to his lips, and everything is perfect and smooth, Hale, smooth, he thinks just before he takes a big nervous gulp as Stiles is walking past.

And promptly spits it out all over his notebook of advanced survey 1312, his new shirt, and the last shreds of his remaining dignity.

"This stuff," He hisses out as he simultaneously tries to salvage his notebook, (it’s a goner) his shirt (it was expensive) and his pride (lost cause), "Is disgusting.”

He flings himself up and back from the table, trying vainly to clean himself off. At least his Richard Siken is intact. 

He hears what sounds suspiciously likes someone (Stiles) trying to swallow a laugh.

Derek looks up and over at Stiles with what he is quite certain is a deer-in-headlights expression.

"Dude," Stiles says, grinning at him, "If you hate it so much, why did you order it?"

Derek stands before Stiles, miserable, dripping, smelling disgustingly of chai latte (what even is chai latte), as completely geeky as the first day he (almost) met Stiles. If seeing the future (desired) father of your children down the hall in the Econ building, squeaking like a 13 year old, and flinging yourself back around the corner can be counted as an actual meeting anyway.

"You said you only date guys who drink Chai Latte," He says morosely. 

Derek Hale, once again. Poster child for how not to life.

Stiles leans forward and squints at him. Then he gapes, flails, and squawks, “You’re hot glasses guy from that time at the coffee shop!”

Derek blinks.  What?

"Dude, that was a joke I was - you know - flirting with you,” Stiles shuffles his feet around and finishes up in a mumble, “or trying to anyway.”

"I’m a very literal person," Is all Derek can manage to say in his defense.

"So," Stiles meets his gaze, "Do you date guys who say weird things at random moments, have no social grace and are all," he flails his arms around, "this?"

"I invented the lack of social grace you’re advocating," Derek informs him, sweeping his arms over himself, "Obviously."

Stiles grins.

"And well, um, dating," Derek can feel himself going pink on the ears and down his neck, "guys who are all," he gestures to Stiles, "um, maybe just the one?" He smiles hopefully at Stiles.

"Awesome," Stiles breathes as he grins back.

~fin~

[acuislearchive]

‘“Your uncle and your sister?” Stiles soldiered on, sure he already knew the answer, so he wasn’t surprised when Derek responded with: DEAD. But then Derek swept the word up and began choosing more letters, until he’d spelled out something that actually was surprising.’

Stand Fast in Your Enchantments by devildoll, with illustrations by rahciach

the fic and the art that went with it were amazing? i am not rly satisfied w/ this but i am too busy rn to work more on it and i wanted to show my appreciation anyway

[devildoll]

This is so beautiful. Oh my God. I worship you forever. <3 <3

[ember-to-ash]

I actually LOVE this fic and you should all read it!

[onehaleofafire]

Someone told me to write a Sterek The Fault in Our Stars AU.

I just-

No-no, not happening.

No.

[deputystilinski]

stiles’ reactions to the argent’s arsenal

[onehaleofafire]

One last one prompt. Derek shares a beer with his old friend, a dragon, and gets told " they're be do proud of you"

Derek was honestly surprised when he got the letter.

The letter was pretty simple, it had his name, a date, a time, a place, then Chico messy signature at the bottom.

So that’s how Derek found himself waiting at a bar on the edge of town, sipping on three fingers of whiskey.

He smelt the man before he even got inside, a distinct smell of limes and brimstone that was entirely Chico.

A familiar figure flopped down next to him, they ordered a pint of whatever was on tap then turned to Derek.

"Ola my friend, I’ve been hearing about you a lot lately."

Derek glanced over to his friend, the Dragon was an interesting fellow. Decked out in a dark green three piece suit, his dark skin and even darker eyes contrasted well with the color. 

He stood about half a foot shorter then Derek in this form, but as he knew, Chico was slightly terrifying as a dragon. 

"People talking about an upshot alpha in California, whose mated himself to a powerful spark. Well mi amigo, that is something even I can’t ignore." The dragon ran a rand through his long curly hair, pulling a lock to inspect before releasing it with a smile.

"Really now?" Derek asked, getting distracted by the wedding ring on his finger clanking against the glass.

"Hmm, expecting a few pups as well I’ve heard, your spark is reason for that I assume," it was true, there was two of them on the. 

Stiles and Derek’s first kids.

"So is this really just catching up, or are you here to tell me something Chico?" Derek asked, finally making eye contact with the dragon.

His friend smiled, “I wanted to congratulate you. Quite a feat you’ve managed, a no name beta becoming one of the most powerful Alphas in North America.” 

The dragon took a long chug of his beer, Derek remembered a time when Chico wouldn’t go near the stuff, preferring to eat candy and play pranks on unsuspecting people.

But not much could be expected from a 300 year old Dragon who named himself after the Spanish word for ‘boy’.

"I get by," was all Derek replied, eyeing his drink.

"You’re doing well for yourself, I’m glad, I always worried about you you know. Talia’s little boy, always so serious, even more so after the fire-" Chico took another drink, "they would be proud of what you’ve done, all of them."

Derek didn’t say anything, couldn’t.

Chico finished his drink, throwing a twenty on the counter then got up. 

"You’re going to have a boy and a girl, both wolves. You’re mate is going to curse you into el abismo during their birth."

Then he was gone, like magic. 

Or just like a prophetic dragon with a twisted sense of humor.

Derek thought about what the dragon had told him, about his family, about his future.

He finished his drink then went home to Stiles. 

[onehaleofafire]

I have another prompt. "Stiles introduces the pack to his ancestor, magical little red riding hood. Derek surprisingly makes a great first impression and several pack members get the butts kicked by a child's fairy tale."

Standing in the middle of the summoning circle was a little girl, no older then twelve. 

She would have been fairly adorable if it wasn’t for the blood red cloak she wore over it, each shoulder decked in armor, and an ax attached to her hip.

There was still blood on the blade.

"Stiles! My darling! Why have you called me today?" She asked sweetly, stepping forward to pull him in for a hug.

"Babcia, I have some news for you, "Stiles began, pulling away from the hug. The girls bright eyes fell on him, gleaming, "you’ve caught your wolf!" She exclaimed happily, Stiles blushing.

Derek stepped forward, shyly holding out a hand. 

"It’s a pleasure to finally meet you ma’am, I- you’re a lot younger then I’d thought you’d be." He said, shaking the little girls hand. She sent him a wry look, "and Stiles wont stop raving about you, it is a pleasure to finally meet the young man who has my grandson in such rapture."

All while this was going on, the pack was standing a few feet away, completely horrified.

"She-she’s like twelve!" Isaac exclaimed, breaking the silence.

Allison and the twins found themselves nodding along with him, still too shocked to say anything. Even Scott looked slightly disturbed, “how, if she’s his grandmother, then-no-no!”

Lydia looked on curiously, “maybe she can shapeshift, it would explain things better.” Danny just looked disappointed with the universe, refusing to say anything.

"So when he said his grand mother was little red ridding hood, he meant like- actually little red ridding hood," Allison began, "I mean she’s legendary, she wrote the code!"

Ethan was nodding along, “wolves are taught to fear her, she’s kind of like our version of the monster under the bed.”

They continued talking, ignorant to the fact that the group of three had shifted attention to them.

Derek looked embarrassed on their behalf, Stiles looked ticked off, and red was just unamused.  

"This is the impressive pack you’ve told me so much about?" she asked, gesturing towards them. The pack had gone silent, watching her.

She approached them, taking them all in, “hmm- a banshee, alpha twins, a huntress, a wolf, the sunshine boy, and the true alpha.” She said, Danny muttering a confused ‘sunshine boy?’ under his breath.

"How rude you all are, treating you elder in such a way," she turned to Stiles, "I thought you said the girls were smart, and yet their ignorance shrouds them like a cloud."

Lydia smiled sweetly, “I don’t have to be bothered by the words of a little girl.”

"Lydia," Derek began, stepping forward, but red only held out a hand.

"You know, there is an easy way of making Banshee obedient, it’s quite simple really, just matter of ripping out their vocal cords so they can’t scream," she said sweetly, smiling at Lydia.

She turned her sharp gaze on the rest of the pack, “wolves are even easier, rip out their claws and they become like puppies. As for hunters, you know what I do to you if you step out of bounds.” 

The whole pack paled at her words, even Lydia seemed a little afraid.

She might posses the body of a little girl, but she had the bone chilling soul of a monster.

"Now then, Derek darling, show me this lovely den you’ve set up for my Stiles." She said, handing his and Stiles hands, dragging them off.

The pack decided to stay behind.

[notbonfireatthehales-blog]

So was I the only one disappointed with the casting of Scott’s father?

[onehaleofafire]

Prompt- Stiles befriends the monster of the week, who gives him relationship advice.

"You know you could always just jump him," the woman-creature, thing said, glancing down at it’s black claws as it lounged around.

It didn’t help that it’s glowing blue eyes watched him in amusement, its brow raising more and more as he tell it- her, that Derek will save him.

"Hmm, how adorable, a werewolf and a human. Because that’s never happened before," she said, lounging down further on the couch, Stiles tied to the chair, glaring.

"He’s not the only one, I’ve got a whole group of friends coming!" She hummed, "ah yes, the little alpha, the hunter, and the banshee, once again though, it’s the wolf, Derek, you want to save you the most."

"Yeah, so?" He asked stubbornly, she eyed him, "you aren’t denying it? Interesting." He scoffed, "why should I? I know what you are, what you do, you feed off fear."

She grinned, “some of us, I’m just here for some fun, the Beacon attracted me.”

"Why not just hit up a bar or something? Get stupid drunk and do stupid shit," Stiles said, she stood gracefully. Stalking over to him, "why, offering to show me a good time kid?"

Stiles stuttered, “I-no-but-“, she raised a brow, smiling in amusement, “I was kidding, you can calm your sweet little butt down.”

She turned and sat back down, “so, tell me about this Derek, what’s he like?” Stiles sighed, “god, don’t get me started.”

She hummed, “stubborn?” He laughed, “the saying stubborn like a mule was named after him.”

"So he’s an ass then," she remarked wryly.

"Oh god, yes, completely! He puts on this ridiculous tough guy act, like no one is allowed to care about him!" Her gaze softened, "you love him," Stiles paused, looking at her.

"Yeah, yeah I do."

She gave him a soft smile, something that didn’t belong on a face like her hers.

"I loved once, part of the reason I am what I am is because of him," she stood, walking over to the window. "Originally I was going to string you up and drain you of all your hopes and dreams, but now-"

She turned and looked at him, “it’ll be much more fun to watch you two squirm around with your feelings.”

Stiles gaped at her, “you’re a sadist.”

She grinned, “I’m a boogeywoman, far worst.”-

——————————————- Derek burst into the apartment, panting hard.

He knew Stiles was here, he knew what monster had taken him. He could only pray to god that Stiles was fine, that he’d be given another chance to tell him how he feels.

Charging into the living room, Derek came to a halt at the sight before him. Stiles and the monster were painting their toe nails.

"-so I said, I could care less that you’re king of Transylvania, Vlad you’re nothing compared to me. Then he proceeded to attack the Turkish army in protest.” Stiles laughed, “that’s hilarious! What a tool!”

Derek gaped at them.

Stiles glanced up, finally noticing Derek’s presence, “oh- hey sourwolf, what’s up?”

Derek continued to gape.

"So this is the wolf, I see what you mean, good job Stiles, " he grinned at her words, "damn right! Derek this is Tania, she’s a boogeywoman." She inclined her head politely.

"Hi…" Derek said, continuing to stare, Stiles patted the couch, "come sit down, Tania was just going to tell me the story of her first meeting with Jormungandr, like as in the midgard serpent!"

Derek mutely walked over and slumped down into the couch.

He watched them talk for a few hours, not really moving from his spot.

Finally though, Tania left, in a puff of glittery dust no less.

"Well that was something," Stiles said, admiring his pink nails.

"You-you befriended a monster- a boogeywoman…how?" Derek asked, completely amazed.

Stiles grinned, “she’s a fan of true love.”

Derek looked up at him confused, “what does true love have to do with anything?” Stiles only grinned wider, “hey Derek, I’ve got something to tell you.”

[onehaleofafire]

Teen Wolf writting prompt time! Send away my lovlies