#firefighter derek

[imagine-sterek]

Imagine firefighter Derek who has saved stiles a total of five time in five separate fires all throughout the town that he starts to suspect that he’s an arsonist, until they’re both caught in another fire where it was caused by a freak accident and Derek has to carry stiles out of another fire. It turns out that stiles just has that much bad luck. Or good luck considering that he got to meet Derek.

Fate kept sending Stiles the hot firefighter and he kept missing the message.

[sterekbros]

Begin Again (1173 words) by Winchesterek Chapters: 1/? (WIP) Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Erica Reyes Additional Tags: Paramedic Stiles Stilinski, Firefighter Derek Hale, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, True Alpha Derek Hale, Good Pack Alpha Derek Hale, Omegaverse Alpha Derek Hale, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omegaverse Omega Stiles Stilinski, Packless Omega Stiles Stilinski, POV Derek Hale, POV Stiles Stilinski

Stiles’ heart was pounding in his ears as he reached in through the broken window, feeling for a pulse point. He couldn't believe what he’d just witnessed. Not only was it a hit-and-run, but they’d also shot the girl before they took off.

“Hey, hey. Stay with me. What’s your name?” he asked her as she drifted in and out of consciousness. She mumbled ‘Erica’ before she slipped away again and Stiles tried to yank the door open but it was jammed.

Then he saw it. The bullet wound was smoking. He grabbed her shirt and pulled it aside to look at her shoulder. There were black lines surrounding the wound.

“Shit.” He knew then that she was a werewolf and the people that attacked her were hunters. They likely only left her because they thought the bullet would do her in. If she were human, Stiles wouldn't dare move her because of any injuries she might have from the accident.

But she wasn't human. If he could get the bullet out and heal the wound, she would heal any other injuries on her own.

Stiles reached in to grab her under her arms and hauled her out of the broken window. He laid her out on the ground and ripped her shirt open around the collar, then slung his backpack off. “Alright, hang in there. We’re gonna get this out.”

He fished his pocket knife out of his bag, then took a deep breath before digging in for the bullet. Stiles removed it effectively and tossed it on the ground.

“Almost done. Just have to take care of this wolfsbane. You’re doing great,” he told her even if she didn't respond. It was a habit that Stiles had, always talking to his patients as if they were conscious enough to hear him even when they weren't.

Stiles pulled out a vial of wolfsbane from his bag and prayed that it was the right strain as he opened it, dumped some onto the wound, and packed it in. He capped it and threw it back into his bag, then grabbed his lighter and lit it. It sparked and smoked and Erica started convulsing.

His heart started evening out as the black lines disappeared and the wound healed, leaving Erica lying still on the ground. “Oh, thank god.”

Then she breathed deeply and blinked at him, her eyes glazed and confused.

“You’re okay,” Stiles breathed. “I called the ambulance when the accident happened. I know you’re a werewolf and I healed your wolfsbane poisoning. The ambo should be here any minute.”

She tried to talk and Stiles shook his head, stopping her from rising before she passed out again. He looked up to see lights flashing as an ambulance pulled up.

“What happened?” a woman asked as she exited the ambulance, while another went around to the back to get a transfer board and gurney from what Stiles could see.

“It was a hit and run. Her vitals are good and I can't tell if there are any head injuries, but there are no visual fractures. She’s been in and out of consciousness.”

“You moved her?” the woman asked, giving him a judgemental look.

“I made sure to stabilize her neck as best as I could while she was moved,” he lied and there was no evidence that he’d done so.

“Alright, we got it from here.”

Stiles watched as the other medic came and they transferred her onto the board, strapped her to the gurney, and loaded her into the back of the ambulance.

Before Stiles could react, everything was silent. He looked at the wrecked car and sighed, running a hand over his face and packed up his backpack. So much for having a stress-free life in Beacon Hills. He really should have stayed at Berkeley.

***

It had been an hour since Erica had been admitted to Beacon Hills Memorial and Derek was beside himself with worry. He’d gotten there as soon as he could. Erica had been in and out of consciousness even though the doctors told him there was nothing wrong with her. He could smell the wolfsbane on her skin, but the poison had left her system as far as Derek could tell.

He held her hand and sighed, raising it to scent her and press his cheek against it. “Come on, Erica. Wake up.” Please.

As if she heard his please, her voice broke into his thoughts with, “You know me. I survive on drama.”

Her voice was hoarse, but still light and teasing. Derek looked up, relief washing through him. “If you needed some attention, all you had to do was tell me. Really, enlisting the hospital wasn't necessary.”

Erica laughed and then raised her free hand to hold her head. “I feel like I have the worst hangover.” She sighed. “What happened to my car?”

”They took it to the impound lot to inventory it. I think the officer said it was totaled.” He squeezed her hand and assured her, “Well get you another one.”

”Fucking hunters. I swear. They came out of nowhere and rammed me, then shot me with fucking wolfsbane,” Erica grumbled.

“Hunters?” Derek’s brows rose in concern. “I scented the wolfsbane on you, but I didn't see any wounds… how did you remove it?”

Erica paused, looking thoughtful as she held Derek’s hand tighter. “There was a man… he helped me.” She frowned and rubbed at her eyes before she sighed. “I don't remember much… just spots.”

Spots? That made Derek frown more, his thumb idly stroking over the back of Erica’s hand as he tried to soothe her. “So he helped you?”

”Well I’m alive so that’s the only explanation that I have,” Erica replied and rested her head against a pillow.

Derek tried to pick up the scent of whoever it was that helped Erica, but he couldn't find much on her. There was something sweet lingering on her skin, but they’d removed her clothes when she was admitted to the hospital so he wouldn't find it there. “Well, whoever he is, I’ll have to owe him. Hale’s repay their debts.”

”I don't think he’ll feel like you owe him. I mean. Why would he save me if he was expecting something out of it and then not show up to the hospital?” Erica closed her eyes and squeezed Derek’s hand again. “Really, I’m okay. When can we leave?”

Derek glanced at the door, giving Erica another once over before he stood. “I’ll check with the doctors. I brought you a change of clothes since they said the others were ruined in the wreck.”

He released Erica’s hand and stood. “I’ll be back.”

He wiped his hands on his jeans and went to find a doctor. Derek wanted to get Erica out of there just as much as Erica wanted to leave. He hated hospitals.

And whoever saved Erica, Derek knew he owed them. He made a silent promise to find out who it was whenever things were quiet again.

[fuckyeahfanfictions]

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, Derek Hale & Stiles Stilinski Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Sheriff Stilinski, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Malia Tate, Jordan Parrish, Cora Hale Additional Tags: Alpha Derek Hale, Derek Hale Deserves Nice Things, Derek Hale Loves Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale Feels, Wolf Derek Hale, Derek Hale is a Softie, Top Derek Hale/Bottom Stiles Stilinski, Top Derek Hale, Derek Hale Has a Big Dick, Firefighter Derek Hale, Detective Stiles Stilinski, Bottom Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall & Stiles Stilinski Friendship, Fluff and Smut, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Anal, Blow Jobs, Rimming, Come Eating, Licking, Barebacking, Face-Fucking, Come Swallowing, Deepthroating, Fucking, Fingerfucking, Biting, Scenting, Scent Marking, Danger, Stiles Stilinski's Scent, Love Confessions, Dorks in Love, Possessive Derek Hale, Protective Derek, Jealous Derek Hale, Coming Untouched, Mutual Pining, Sleepy Derek Hale, Some Humor, Masturbation in Shower, Idiots in Love, Top Stiles Stilinski, Bottom Derek Hale/Top Stiles Stilinski, Couch Sex, Drag Queens, Glitter, Alternate Universe Summary:

Stiles tries not to whimper as Derek gets closer. Stiles had forgotten just how intense space invader Derek could be.

If Derek was boner inducing when Stiles knew him before, equal parts terrifying and sexy, back at the age of twenty four, well... it’s not a patch on what thirty year old Derek’s got going for him.

Derek’s still got a stupid leather jacket and his black hair is slightly longer than Stiles remembers. The stubble is longer too, not quite a beard but still neatly shaped in a way that makes his cheekbones stand out.

And the eyes, shit, the eyes. He’s staring at Stiles with this stormy mix of grey, blue and about a thousand other colours thrown in and Stiles couldn’t break eye contact if he wanted to.

Derek fucking Hale, ladies and gentlemen.

[impossibly-cold-collector]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 7/7 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Lydia Martin, Erica Reyes, Isaac Lahey, Vernon Boyd, Allison Argent, Kira Yukimura, Kate Argent Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - No Werewolves, Alternate Universe - Human, Office Sex, Workplace Sex, Blow Jobs, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Wall Sex, Public Sex, Sex Against A Firetruck, Hate Sex, Angry Sex, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Elevator Sex, Trapped In Elevator, Top Derek Hale, Bottom Derek Hale, Top Stiles Stilinski, Bottom Stiles Stilinski, Switching, Sex In A Grocery Store, Firefighter Derek, Detective Stiles, Rimming, Minor Isaac Lahey/Scott McCall Summary:

"Did you say--" Stiles starts.

"What?" Derek growls.

"We're not a couple!" they both retort in unison.

"We're not together," Stiles insists.

Lydia coughs pointedly. "An incident report filed by 87th Precinct Captain Erica Reyes. March twenty-fifth, eight p.m. Came back to the precinct to grab my coat, only to hear Stilinski banging his new boyfriend in the holding cell."

[sourwolfstories]

A drag queen and a cop walk into an apartment building... 

by DropsOfAddiction

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 16435

Stiles tries not to whimper as Derek gets closer. Stiles had forgotten just how intense space invader Derek could be.

If Derek was boner inducing when Stiles knew him before, equal parts terrifying and sexy, back at the age of twenty four, well... it’s not a patch on what thirty year old Derek’s got going for him.

Derek’s still got a stupid leather jacket and his black hair is slightly longer than Stiles remembers. The stubble is longer too, not quite a beard but still neatly shaped in a way that makes his cheekbones stand out.

And the eyes, shit, the eyes. He’s staring at Stiles with this stormy mix of grey, blue and about a thousand other colours thrown in and Stiles couldn’t break eye contact if he wanted to.

Derek fucking Hale, ladies and gentlemen.

[darrenandaaron]

Until The Clock Strikes Midnight Again by decideophobia (wordcount: 5,072)

Derek stumbles upon a test then, towards the end of the magazine, and before he realizes what he’s doing, he’s reading out loud, “Are you good in bed?”

Stiles drops his pen.

[teenshmolf]

Paramedic Stiles and firefighter Derek at the carnival. I commissioned Geeky Sova to draw a scene from my fic “Married at First Glance”. [Summary: Married at First Glance gives its participants seven weeks. Seven weeks, starting when they meet and marry their “perfect match”, to decide if they want to stay married or divorce.For Stiles and Derek though, the challenge lies within trying to pretend that they don’t absolutely hate each other’s guts.] I couldn’t be happier with Geeky-Sova’s art, they did such a fantastic job capturing the softness of the scene. <3 Their commission info can be found here. I can’t recommend them enough! They are truly amazing to work with and so, so sweet. :)

[celestialvoid-fanfiction]

Sterek AU where Stiles and Scott are police men. Stiles always tells Scott how lucky he is to have Allison (a paramedic), because dating as a cop is hard; there are three types of people: those who run at the sight of the badge because they’re intimidated, those who are in the services or army who understand but are never there when you need them, and those who only want to play with the handcuffs.

To prove his point, two guys across the room keep eyeing them up. Finally, one works up the courage to come over. Stiles counts down, “Three… two… one..” and pulls back his jacket to show the badge clipped onto his belt. The man turns and runs away, making his friend burst out in laughter. “And that one,” Stiles says, pointing at the man laughing. “Is thinking ‘I don’t mind the handcuffs’.”

Later, when Stiles goes up to the bar to order another round of drinks for him and Scott, the other man walks up to him.

“If you’re going to ask if we can play with the handcuffs, then the answer is no,” Stiles says before the man can speak.

“Actually, I was going to say you have a nice smile,” the man says.

Stiles turns to look at him. “You in the services? Army?”

“Fire brigade,” the man answers.

“Figures,” Stiles says.

“Let me guess: the three types of people you date?”

Stiles looks at him, surprised. “How did you know?”

“We get it too. They’re either services or army, unable to commit to someone who will drop anything and everything when the pager goes off, or they want the poles, the uniform, or what’s on the calendars.”

Stiles can’t help but laugh.

“I’m Derek,” the man introduces himself, holding out his hand.

“Stiles.”

They get to talking, and slowly get to know each other. They go on a couple of dates and later move in together. Derek asks Stiles about the anchor necklace he wears, and Stiles explains that it used to be his mother’s; faith, hope and charity (a cross, an anchor and a heart), and when she died, she gave it to Stiles. He lost the other two pendants a while ago and thought about replacing them, but at the same time, he likes it how it is; because no matter what life throws at you, there’s always hope.

Derek tells Stiles about how he lost his family in a fire and now he only had his sisters and his uncle, and none of them know he’s gay. Stiles tells him it’s okay, whenever his family’s around he’ll leave the apartment, or he’ll just introduce himself as his friend. He tells Derek that it’s his choice, and he can tell them when he’s ready.

On the day that Derek decides to tell his sisters, he gets called away to a building fire. The blaze is out of control and the police are called in help contain the situation. But when they get there, Stiles asks for a brief and the lieutenant tells him that they’ve evacuated the building, but they can’t get a reply from Captain Hale.

Stiles begins to panic, but picks up on something, the broken static of the receiver that’s linked to Derek’s channel. He begins to write it down, deciphering the Morse code. M-A-S-K/B-R-O-K-E/C-A-N-T/B-R-E-A-T-H-E/L-E-G/S-T-U-C-K

Stiles grabs the receiver. “Derek, listen to me. Hold on. I’m coming to get you.”

“You can’t,” the lieutenant objects. “The building’s not stable enough. You step in there and the whole thing will come down on you and Derek.”

“There’s got to be a way to get to him,” Scott insists.

“Tunnels,” Stiles says. “There’s service tunnels under every large building in the city. We can go under the building, get Derek, and get out.”

“With Captain Hale stuck in that building, I’m in charge and I can’t authorise my men to go on a suicide mission.”

“Then don’t. I volunteer,” Stiles says, walking over to one of the trucks and gathering the equipment: oxygen mask and a fire-proof suit. He runs over to the ambulance that’s waiting nearby and looks at Allison. “How ballsy are you feeling today?”

“You’re going in, aren’t you?”

“There’s a man in there. He’s pinned with a broken mask; smoke inhalation and a possible broken leg,” Stiles explains.

“I’m in,” Allison says, joining Stiles at the truck and suiting up before grabbing an oxygen mask for Derek, some medical supplies, and a stretcher.

“I’m coming with you,” Scott says.

“No.”

“You can’t carry Derek out alone; you need two people to carry the stretcher and Allison will be treating him,” he points out.

“Fine, suit up.”

At that moment, he sees a young girl go racing towards the building.

Lieutenant Parrish is quick to grab her, but she tries to fight her way out of his arms. Stiles recognises her; Derek’s little sister, Cora. She’s screaming about going in to get her brother, but Parrish tries to pull her thrashing body back towards the crowd.

Stiles calls out her name, pulling the necklace from his neck and giving it to her. “It means hope. Derek would never forgive us if you went in there. I’m going in to get your brother, I just need you to have hope.”

She takes the necklace and nods, tears trailing down her cheeks as Parrish walks her back over to Laura.

Stiles, Scott and Allison go in through the tunnels, finding Derek unconscious under a fallen beam. Stiles and Scott hoist it off him and Allison quickly goes to work trying to treat the wound in his leg where a metal bar has impaled him. When he’s stable, Scott and Stiles hoist him onto the stretcher and they get out, just in time because the building collapses.

They get him to the ambulance and Allison rushes him to hospital. Stiles goes over to Laura and Cora, telling them to follow him as he gets into his car and follows the ambulance to hospital. He waits with the sisters until Derek’s out of surgery and then waits in the hallway while they sit by his bedside.

As Derek regains consciousness, he sees the anchor necklace around Cora’s neck, gently reaching up to touch it and whispering Stiles’ name over and over again.

It doesn’t take long for Laura to work out that there’s something between the two of them, but she stays quiet, knowing that her brother will tell her when he’s ready. And he does, a few days later when he’s strong enough to speak. He tells them that he’s in a relationship with Stiles and they just smile and hug him.