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DAY 1: Sunday Funday. The pack enjoys a little fun time outside in the snow.

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For @averysterekwinter
DAY 1: Sunday Funday. The pack enjoys a little fun time outside in the snow.
Sterek AU
↳For Day 5 of @averysterekwinter ❤️ // Magic!Stiles
Beacon Hills is gray.
Clouds blot out the winter sky, fallen, dried-up leaves riding the wind in spirals, and it’s drizzling. The sun is hidden behind the forming storm and yet there is heat in the air; Electric energy billowing around the Hale house and Derek, familiar with the omen, watches the road from the bay window in the kitchen.
And then he counts.
The winds grow stronger as the seconds tick by. At sixty seconds, Derek almost expects a tornado to materialize on the dirt path leading from the woods up the gravel driveway. And then something - someone - even more powerful materializes instead.
Stiles.
Between one moment and the next there is only woods, and then a body crumpling to the earth in a heap of black silk. He doesn’t get back up. The fabric lifts into the wind and flickers above him like lashing tentacles.
Pinprick rain is pelting Derek’s face before he even realizes he has moved.
He is sprinting across the front lawn to Stiles, gravel skirting out around his bare feet as he skids to a stop beside his collapsed form. He is so tangled in silk that Derek can’t make out his arm from his leg, let alone locate the wound responsible for this. Though he can smell it: the thick, metallic scent of blood cloying his senses.
He hauls Stiles up into his arms and runs back to the house, leaping over the steps onto the porch and blowing through the front door - still thrown open from his hasty exit. He ducks under the archway into the living room and sets the boy the couch there.
A boy. No. Not anymore.
Derek stares down at Stiles’ face, the only part of him not swimming in black fabric, and feels stunned as he takes in the features he hasn’t seen in years. The last time he had seen Stiles, the last time Stiles had come here, he’d been wide-eyed and baby-faced, freshly sixteen with a Spark’s Mark flaring to life inside him. He’d been terrified. Now, his face is all sharp angles and definition, matured and molded into a man. And even unconscious as he is, Derek has a hard time imagining anything terrifies Stiles now.
So what, then, could have possibly caused so much damage?
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Read the rest on Ao3❤️
@averysterekwinter Wednesday's mood board. Enjoy!
It took literal years, but Stiles managed to coax Derek into embracing the small part of himself that he thought died in the fire.
The small part of Derek that was a hopeless romantic. The part that insisted on cuddling together under mountains of blankets and pillows whenever possible. That thought candlelit dinners and spring picnics in the preserve and body massages were necessary—not just a nice bonus—for any relationship to thrive.
i am home in the wake of your skin stiles x derek, alpha/emissary, getting together for @missanniewhimsy and also @averysterekwinter "magic” read on ao3
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The cold hurts his chest. He breathes it in anyway, pulling it deep into his lungs and holding it there, frozen. The woods are still enough for him to hear the branches of the evergreens creak with the weight of the falling snow, the faint click of the SUV’s engine where he left it in the driveway, and behind him, ever so faintly, the soft crunch of a paw against powder.
“I saw you running,” he says without looking backwards, shifting the backpack strap on his shoulder. “You’re lucky no one else is stupid enough to drive up here, they would have been in for a shock.”
“Wouldn’t have let them see me,” Derek says, coming to a stop beside him, just out of sight. “No one’s around. No one but me’s been around for a while. Are you okay getting everything in the cabin while I scout up the trail?”
“Sure, yeah,” Stiles says, tipping his head up and looking at the crystal clear sky, moon already hanging bright and heavy, stars so thick across the Milky Way it looks like a lovingly woven blanket. “Go do your thing, wolf man. I’ll set some clothes on the porch for you.”
Let Me Protect You
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Relationship: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, The Pack (Teen Wolf), Cora Hale, Peter Hale, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf) Additional Tags: Protective Cora Hale, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Spark Stiles Stilinski Language: English Series: Part 6 of the A Very Sterek Winter 2022 series Collections: A Very Sterek Winter 2022 Words: 1904
He’s screaming, yelling Derek’s name as he watches the other man go crashing to the forest floor. There are shots being fired, bullets flying through the air as Stiles runs. He doesn’t even care if he’s being hit, all he needs is to reach Derek. Derek who is lying on the ground, entirely too still, not moving, not getting up.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/36714571
written for @averysterekwinter Day 6: Hurt/Comfort
Snowed In
@averysterekwinter
Stiles was excited. It was snowing, and it was a Sunday. It was the perfect day to have a Sunday Funday in the snow with his family. “Derek, look, look, it’s snowing, it is snowing,” Stiles said excitedly as he jumped up and down on their bed, poking Derek awake. Derek growled. Something moved the pillow over his face and turned away from Stiles.
@averysterekwinter Monday’s mood board. Enjoy!
As golden leaves littered the forest floor, Stiles Stilinski lost his humanity.
Well, some of his humanity, anyways.
Scott had to save his life, and Stiles got that, but what Stiles didn't get was how he miraculously got the amber-gold fluffy fur of a fox instead of scary wolfy features like the rest of the pack.
For @averysterekwinter
DAY 5: Magic