Siriusstuff

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Day in the Life

(The @sterekdrabbles challenge for 07/23/21: “bang, miniature, pie”)

On AO3.

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Stiles’s mate was a werewolf so no surprise he was friends with wee folk, sasquatches and poltergeist too.

(Stiles didn’t flinch at recurring random loud bangs from somewhere in his house. That’s how poltergeist said hi!)

The local folk avoided Stiles’s property because Derek patrolled it in wolf form.

That day, while Stiles joined in negotiations with a gang of ghouls, Derek took his time, resting a respectable distance from a festival the wee folk held. The aroma of roast meat and savory pies, though miniature-sized, made Derek hungry.

He waited hoping their friends would bring him a little treat.

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And They Lived

(The @sterekdrabbles challenge for 07/21/21: “book, carpenter, dinner”)

On AO3.

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Stiles imagined his life with Derek like a story from a book of fairytales.

As birds harmonized outside the kitchen window Stiles put biscuits in the oven.

When the biscuits were done it would be dinner time.

But before calling his husband indoors from the backyard, Stiles paused to admire the herb-drying shed which Derek, with carpenter’s skills, had built for him and just finished in Stiles’s favorite colors, orange and blue.

Stiles turned his head and found Derek already looking at him with pure adoration.

Even better, Stiles knew their lives would go on like this happily ever after.

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Extenuating Circumstances

(The @sterekdrabbles challenge for 07/19/21: “rude, legal, badge”)

On AO3.

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It’s rude to stare but Stiles was physically unable to remove his eyes from the handsome but kind of scary-looking dude in a uniform shirt adorned with a BHSD deputy’s badge.

Just like Stiles’s Sheriff dad to withhold news of a newly-appointed deputy, especially one so outstandingly good-looking, with that feral gleam in his eyes and at the corners of his mouth, among the top entries on Stiles’s list of kinks.

With no time to waste, no time for polite introductions, Stiles followed the deputy from the diner and clearly in his line of sight did something definitely not legal.

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Detectives Stiles and Snoot

(The @sterekdrabbles challenge for 07/16/21: “report, scent, hurry”)

On AO3.

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“Detectives Stiles and Snoot reporting for duty!” Stiles saluted a little teddy bear in a police cap.

At Stiles’s side his furry partner, Derek, remained in his wolf pup form since greeting Stiles with licks earlier that morning.

Stiles’s scent smelled strongest to Derek when he was shifted and Stiles’s scent was Derek’s most favorite.

Chief teddy bear’s assignment for the team was wrestling, as part of their physical training.

Stiles sneak-attack tackled Derek who, oversized paws flapping, quickly gained advantage over the giggling human.

Somehow Stiles always wriggled free.

Next assignment: pursuit as Derek leaped after the fleeing Stiles.

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Bumped in the Night

(The @sterekdrabbles challenge for 07/14/21: “reject, rest, sleep”)

On AO3.

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Jackson would get no rest sleeping beside that reject Stiles, but that’s just who he was lying next to…

Until Derek’s fist held him gripped firmly by his shirt.

“There’s a place to sleep…” Derek growled, inflected to sound possibly menacing, “…in the other room.”

Jackson’s reputation as entitled asshole hung in the balance but he decided to seem compliant and gave up his place alongside the sleeping Stiles.

He did because he wanted to.

Apparently it took too long for Jackson to move when, “GO!” Stiles commanded groggily, his eyes still closed as if he’d talked in his sleep.

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If There are No Accidents

(The @sterekdrabbles challenge for 07/12/21: “last, cuddly, green”)

On AO3.

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“Cuddly” was the last word Stiles would call the writhing wormy green thing Deaton revealed on a tray.

Stiles came to play with puppies. Instead the vet led him to another room and showed him this gross thing.

“Yeeek… no thanks.” Stiles shivered, hastening from the room before realizing he was somewhere in Deaton’s clinic he didn’t know his way out of.

Wandering randomly, he passed by a low-lit room with somebody sitting upright on an exam table.

Stiles saw this really handsome dude’s tight shirt was torn jaggedly, hanging in shreds.

Oh yeah, and the dude’s eyes glowed red.

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It’s been a rough summer.

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Inhaled, Stiles’s POV

(The @sterekdrabbles challenge for 07/09/21: “slim, collar, embarrass”

This is the sequel to Inhaled.)

On AO3.

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Stiles might concede that his mouth started talking before his brain finished thinking, but he was definitely not going to embarrass Derek at this important old alpha’s wake. (The dude lived to be 109!)

Stiles’s shirt collar was slowly but surely choking him to death, still… Derek’s happy look when he’d glanced at Stiles before… the loss of oxygen to Stiles’s brain was definitely worth it.

Just in case, on the slim chance he couldn’t win her over with his natural charm, Stiles had a present for Derek’s mom, a little charm shaped liked a tree. Derek’s mom loved trees.

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Showtime

(The @sterekdrabbles challenge for 07/07/21: “detect, foolish, second”)

On AO3.

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For the second time in a week Stiles found Derek in bikini briefs under his jeans.

“This time you’re givin’ me a little show!” he demanded though not for a second did he believe Derek would comply.

Derek shrugged, walked away, turned around, stuck out each leg and shook it as a runner would. His hands stroked over the red fabric covering his ass.

Stiles could detect some self-consciousness in his boyfriend. But also something else.

Stiles watched, mouth gaping open foolishly, as Derek writhed, shoulders, torso, hips, toes, before leaping on top of Stiles to start the second act.

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Incendiary

(The @sterekdrabbles challenge for 07/05/21: “breakable, obtain, useless”)

On AO3.

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Stiles, looking puny and breakable, stood before the chief hunter.

“How much to obtain possession of that werewolf?” he asked, pointing to Derek.

Though his wounds had healed, the rags around Derek’s body were blood-stained.

Stiles maintained calm, letting his spark intensify with every outrage.

“More than a useless little shit like you can pay,” the hunter answered.

Before much longer the more flammable things in the encampment were smoldering. The chief hunter suffocated in a column of smoke. Flames burst out everywhere but parted to let Stiles escape with Derek.

Behind them the hunters’ camp dwindled to whitest ashes.

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Kiss

(The @sterekdrabbles challenge for 07/02/21: “kneel, smile, sign”)

On AO3.

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To a well-tuned brass fanfare Queen Talia entered the great hall, at her side, the Crown Princess Laura.

Behind them Prince Derek paced with all the gravity he’d been taught to exhibit, his expression impassive.

As he passed the lately-knighted young Stiles though, Prince Derek could not help but look toward him, if for an instant.

Sir Stiles, already daring to raise his eyes, was smiling ever so slightly, their secret sign.

Kneeling courtiers rose as the royals reached their golden thrones, the prince a bit out of step, his face tingling, as if Sir Stiles had actually kissed him.

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Battle After Battle

(The @sterekdrabbles challenge for 06/30/21: “bloody, blow, defeat”)

On AO3.

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The final blow to their aspirations of conquest came with the defeat of the Argent army. But victory had required Derek to go deep into his wolf, the deepest ever.

Though both old Argent and his savage daughter lay dead Derek snarled viciously at the other ‘wolves approaching him.

Even his mother could not get near Derek.

She requested her son’s mate be brought to the battlefield.

Derek charged at those accompanying Stiles but only to chase them away. Then he curled up at Stiles’s feet as his mate stroked his bloody fur.

Derek woke restored to his familiar self.

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Inhaled

(The @sterekdrabbles challenge for 06/28/21: “tall, mourn, gift”

This drabble has a sequel: Inhaled, Stiles’s POV.)

On AO3.

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Death of the second-oldest werewolf in North America brought packs across the continent to a town in the mountains north of Beacon Hills.

A tall figure greeted them quietly when they reached the funeral parlor’s doors, Derek thinking it a fine idea to bring his boyfriend to such an occasion. His family would see Stiles join them in mourning the departed alpha, which Derek hoped would get them over his dating a human.

Feeling welcomed, Stiles remained charming and soft-spoken, even presenting Derek’s mother with a gift, a little gold charm, before they reconvened in the woods for a feast.

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New Look

(The @sterekdrabbles challenge for 06/25/21: “same, challenge, year”

Theme Week: Pride)

On AO3.

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Stiles’s challenge was the same every year, every June, every Pride Month.

What would he wear this time?

He couldn’t get advice from Derek, who was being very blasé about the whole thing (the reason being Stiles was keeping Derek so sexually content nothing else mattered to him. Of this Stiles was sure.)

Thinking of Derek, Stiles realized he had a boyfriend this time, his first Pride not single. That would be his new and different look this year: marching alongside Derek, his boyfriend, Derek.

Now Stiles needed to know, could Derek march and make out at the same time?

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Immortal Faithful

(The @sterekdrabbles challenge for 06/23/21: “belief, bat, faithful”

I didn’t apply the week's theme, Pride.

Derek makes a brief appearance but this drabble’s all about the bat.)

On AO3.

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Stupid to name a piece of wood, but Stiles called his bat “Old Faithful.”

He swung “Old Faithful” hard, not to imitate a baseball superstar but because it really was all in the swing, whether turning a crustaceous creature into cracked crab, or batting away the head of a zombie in arm’s reach of Derek.

There’d been a lot of “Old Faithfuls” splintered and shattered killing monsters. Stiles always got a new one. It was his belief such repeated returns to existence from non-existence represented the definition of immortality.

The important thing was that Stiles always had his faithful bat.

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Living On

(The @sterekdrabbles challenge for 06/21/21: “material, flap, tricky”

Theme Week: Pride)

On AO3.

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They’d just celebrated their twelfth wedding anniversary.

They were parents of four kids.

Derek was acknowledged King of the Tricky Tray having organized the five most successful such events in the history of the Beacon Hills PTA.

Stiles’s tweets still brilliantly, belittlingly mocked the powers-that-be, but with age’s wisdom, not youth’s flame.

Shifting material under the needle, Stiles sewed down a loose flap on Lucilla’s first Pride Day costume, a rainbow court jester.

Rand and Will were decorating t-shirts.

By themselves as usual, Marcin carefully inscribed something, no doubt witty and sarcastic, on theirs.

The Stilinski-Hale family traditions lived on.

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Like in the Movies

(The @sterekdrabbles challenge for 06/18/21: “stage, gigantic, egg”

This one definitely calls for the i-don’t-even-know tag.)

On AO3.

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Stiles couldn’t believe he was wasting Saturday night at some nerd thing with Derek, his nerd boyfriend.

Nerd, yeah. But surely Stiles wasn’t the first person amazed to find out what happens when you tickle a nerd between their shirt buttons.

Maybe there wasn’t a sex monkey inside every dorky guy; Stiles was happy there was one in his.

Therefore they stood in a dim basement staring at a metal egg on a makeshift stage.

“It’s supposed to be gigantic,” someone complained.

“That’s what she said!” made everyone laugh and laugh until somebody screamed, “Oh my god it’s cracking open!”