An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, The Hale Pack, Satomi Ito, Sheriff Stilinski, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf)
Additional Tags: Inspired by Love and Monsters (2020), Inspired by Alpha (2018), Alternate Universe - Post-Apocalypse, Supernaturals and Creatures Rule, Wilderness Survival, Canon-Typical Violence, Animal Death, Stiles and Derek on the Run, Stiles and Derek as Pack, Slow Build Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, The Hale Pack - Freeform, Full Shift Werewolves, Protective Derek Hale, True Alpha Derek Hale, BAMF Stiles, Spark Stiles Stilinski, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Werewolf Mates, Scenting, Explicit Sexual Content, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Knotting, Come Marking, First Time, Stilinski Family Feels, Past Kate Argent/Derek Hale, Scott McCall & Stiles Stilinski Friendship, POV Stiles Stilinski, Digital Art, Embedded Images, Sterek Reverse Bang 2021, Love and Monsters AU
Summary:
The average human can walk twenty miles in a day. It's different, though, when you're in the wilderness and battling supernatural creatures at every turn.
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Stiles is hallucinating.
He cracks open an eye. He's floating… no, not floating, because he's bouncing up and down, horizontal-like, the skyline above the trees growing closer, then more distant. There are hands holding him upright, cradling his upper back, his thighs. There's a face hovering above him, with a shock of black hair, and although Stiles is having problems focusing, the person looks good. Insanely, inhumanly good.
Stiles never wanted to be the recipient of the basilisk's venom, but now that it's coursing through him, he admits it's some top quality shit. Absolutely fucking primo.
"Wow." He breathes, trying to enjoy the moment.
"Stiles?" The person holding him bends closer, their eyes flashing a bright blue.
Stiles shakes his head. He knows those eyes, remembers their unnatural, electric color. "Dude?"
The godlike specimen huffs. "It's Derek. And don't call me 'Dude'."
Stiles is pretty sure his mouth is hanging open unattractively. "We really need to talk," he manages before finally passing out.