I'm so late for this *cries* and this is not even done yet. But I want to throw this out anyway (or it will never be able to see the light lol)
This is for @novemberhush and her lovely prompt.
Words: 1855
Chapters: 2/2
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Derek and Stiles are in a long-distance non-relationship.
They dated before, and when Stiles went away for the FBI internship, they agreed that they probably couldn't make it work so they broke up.
But they keep talking to each other every day anyway.
When Stiles call and say that he will come back home for Halloween, feelings that are buried between them threaten to spill out.
Featuring pining, yearning and so much feels.
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For Sterek Week 2021 by @sterekweek-2021
Day 7: Halloween
And that's it! Sterek week is finally finished! Thanks to the mods for organizing this event, you guys are awesome and I have so much fun doing these prompts!
Accompany it is an amazing art by @delete-risks. Thank you so so much! To be able to pair up with you and create this piece together, it's such an honor for me!
Read it here!
Rating: Explicit
Words: 11 615
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Non-Linear Narrative | Angst with a Happy Ending | Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence | Post-Season/Series 04 Finale, Mutual Pining | Love Confessions | Stiles Stilinski is Derek Hale's Anchor | POV Derek Hale | Derek Hale is Bad at Feelings | Temporary Amnesia
Derek wakes up in a cottage alone in the woods, with no memory of why or how did he get there. He quickly makes friends with a bizarre fox that reminds him of someone -- a silhouette in his blurry mind -- now if only he could remember who.
Ever since then, the fox has been trying to lead Derek to somewhere among the twisted roads of the forest, or to something, Derek isn't quite sure...
Stiles has his hand wrapped tightly around his baseball bat. “You ready?” He whispers, looking up into his alpha’s eyes.
Derek lets out an involuntary breath and pops his knuckles, his claws glinting under the light. “Are you?”
Stiles looks down, “Oh no, not really.” but his mouth quirks up. “But with you, I am.” His words have never tasted sweeter.
“Good. Me too.”
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Despite the failed mission, a broken-down car, and minutes away from being surrounded by a hoard of monsters, Derek and Stiles still find a way to confess their love to each other.
I completely forgot to post on Tumblr but anyway here it is. This is the first-ever thing I wrote when I began to write fanfic so it's rough, but I went back and clean it up a bit and it's better now, I hope???
Chapters: 7/15
Words: 22 699
Rating: Explicit
“Dad -” His voice sounds out of breath. He swallows and tries again. “Dad, I -” He pauses for a moment. “I don’t know what I was doing. I was checking..."
Stiles' voice is wary, almost pleading, but the words fall away as soon as he sees his father's face. He breathes in, holds it until his lungs burn, and exhales slowly.
“Tell me the truth.” Noah slams his hand on the table, the noise is deafening like thunder.
The room seems to spin around Stiles, he shakes his head, tries to clear his vision, and cracks open his chapped lips. “I found Peter Hale’s body behind the Hale house -”
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There’s a serial killer in Beacon Hills, or at least that's what people are whispering about, the police just ruled all the deaths as animal-killed. But when Peter Hale went missing and his infamous nephew, Derek Hale, returned back to town, more bodies started to appear. All eyes were set on Derek then, their only suspect for the murders.
Thanks @countrichmond and @jesperfahey for the pictures on the moodboard.
Words: 6151
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
“Oh right, let’s me…” Derek answers and approaches Stiles, one hand comes out and lifts his elbow, the other smooths down his flank, nuzzling Stiles into position. “Here… Are you comfortable?” His hand squeezes on Stiles’s arm, feeling the tight muscle.
Stiles looks up and blinks, leaning in way too close, his lashes flutter like butterflies on his cherubic cheek. “Okay.”
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Or Derek asks Stiles to be the model for his final project.
So thanks to @sterekdrabbles that put the idea of Derek and Stiles's wedding in my head with one of their prompts. Now I have to write a whole series about it.
Words: 4804
Rating: Explicit
Stiles can sometimes be rude. He blames that on the socially awkward aspect of his personality. He doesn’t always know what to say or things to do in certain situations. Especially if the situation involves a hot, very pissed-off guy. But he’s never an asshole.
“Okay. I’m sorry.” Stiles breathes out. “Yes, I’m not paying enough attention. It has been stressful the past few months with the wedding and all. I barely slept yesterday. I’m sorry.”
The guy's face softened. “That’s fine. Apologies accepted.”
They press close to each other right now. Stiles’s eyes keep traveling from the guy’s emerald eyes to his slightly tilted mouth, very kissable. Oh fuck, what is he thinking, he just met the guy five minutes ago and almost slam into his car and now Stiles wants to bang him? What is wrong with him?
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Derek and Stiles met at a wedding, in the most unpredictable situation ever.
Hi! For the prompt ask, 110 for Teen Wolf. Any ship you want to write for is fine :)
Thanks for the prompt ❤❤❤ This is a quick and silly fic that I pull out of my brain at 1am last night so I don't think this is exactly what you were expecting from me. But hope you still enjoy it!
110. I can’t stop changing all the time.
Heart On Your Sleeve
(Also on AO3)
Stiles's magic is an unpredictable thing. When he first embarked on his Spark journey, Deaton made it seem like he held the power of the world or something truly terrifying. He has warned Stiles about the danger and the potential impact of his magic on the supernatural world. About the trauma of being a Spark and the need to always be prepared for unexpected developments. Stiles has always been a smart kid with a lot of potentials, so he isn’t worried about that. After all, he is the one with unlimited magic in the group, he can do anything he wants.
And what did Stiles choose to use that powerful magic for after months of practicing? He decided to get a magical tattoo.
When Stiles discovered he can mark his own body using his magic, it was like he had found a gold mine. Getting a tattoo may not have always been on top of Stiles's list of things to do, but he did give it some thought. The only thing that has been pulling him back is the fact that he despises needles, he would faint upon seeing one. Derek has teased him a lot about that. True, when your whole life revolves around a supernatural pack with monsters terrorizing them every week, the thing that makes Stiles fainted is a needle. It seems ridiculous but how should Stiles know?
So Stiles devours the text that Deaton gave him, memorizes every word in it so much that he could see it in his head, and practices it on something else first. Stiles is not an idiot, of course, he won't try a new spell on himself.
And now after a full week of learning, Stiles smirks, twirling around his hand, seeing how his new ink glints under the light. He's still new with it, so Stiles starts with something small, though one day he has hoped to do things more intricate like those designs he saw when he accompanied Scott to that tattoo shop. For this time, his only tattoo is just a small black swirl with red lines crossing, Mischief, wrapped around his wrist. Even if the word may be a little blurry, it's still a perfect first-time attempt.
He walks around the bedroom, his fingers tracing the lines, feeling the tingle of the leftover magic residue, making sure everything checks out ok and Stiles would not turn into a mutated monster because of some side effect he hasn’t seen yet. Deaton assured him it wouldn't happen, but heck, Stiles still hasn't come around to trust the man, after all the cryptic things he has going on with them back at high school.
Luckily, nothing happens.
Stiles snorts, mentally high-five himself for his genius plan. This opens up so many possibilities for him to mess with. It's by far the most fun thing he's ever done.
Snapping out of his trance, Stiles hears the door open, Derek is home. He has been secretive about this for the entire week now, and Stiles can't wait to show him this new discovery.
When Derek passes by, arms holding a bag of groceries, his eye lands on Stiles in the doorway, already spotting the tattoo with his werewolf's eyes. "You got a tattoo?" He stalks near, and his voice is slightly lower and more hushed than usual.
Stiles's head bobs a little, his smile widening. "Told you I would."
Derek frowns, grabs Stiles's wrist, and sniffs the ink. He is silent for a few seconds. It's definitely something new, the smell is different. "It doesn't smell like ink."
Stiles snatches his hand back. "Because I used magic to do it dummy. Cool right?"
Derek doesn't look amused at all. He just raises an eyebrow and continues to stare at Stiles's wrist. "You spend your entire time with Deaton, to learn to do this?"
"Hey, do not insult my tattoo, okay, it's beautiful!" Stiles groans. "And I didn't have to spend any money to do it, you know how important saving is to me."
Derek lets out a long sigh. "I can't believe this. This is what you have been trying the whole week to do? You make it sound so extreme."
Stiles snaps. "It will be okay after I figure out how to do a more difficult one. I have a brilliant plan. Just you wait."
"So thrilled about that." Derek rolls his eyes.
"Admit it! It's pretty cool! And it's painless, by the way, not like the other thing you did with Scott. Uh, barbaric."
“Whatever.” Derek sighs again, and he lets go of Stiles's wrist, shoving his hands in the pockets of his jeans, feigning disinterest, even though Stiles could clearly see he keep glancing toward his wrist.
Stiles laughs at that, jumps up to kiss Derek's cheek. "Such a grumpy wolf."
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Several days later, Stiles experimented more on the tattoos, changing their color, size, and location until something happens.
“Der... Der... Look at this!” Stiles screams from the door, his voice is way too loud for his lanky frame that Derek wonders if he ever uses his magic to intensify it.
In a couple of seconds, Derek’s lap is full of 140 pounds of said person, with his floppy brown hair and amber bright eyes looking up at him. Derek carefully rearranges him in order not to ruin the book in his lap, which has proven to be one of the most difficult tasks that Derek has stumbled on, with all the squirming and twitching, Stiles never stays still for longer than a minute.
“Look at this!” Stiles beams and thrusts his arm right in front of Derek’s eyes. What he has hoped to show Derek is lost to him, other than the usual golden skin - tan from all the training that he makes sure the pack all gets through properly every weekend - there’s nothing there. He raises an eyebrow. “I don't see anything.”
"What?" Stiles obviously is waiting for a different reaction, he furrows his brow and looks back at his arm. "Where did he go?"
"Go?" Derek asks, losing the track of this conversation more and more. He has hope that when they start dating, he’ll eventually get used to Stiles' antics. He doesn’t, Stiles is a chaotic pandora box, every day being with him is like pulling a random gift with a blindfold on and waiting to see what you’ll get. "Where did who go?"
"The wolf! The wolf I made has disappeared.” Stiles points to his bare arm. “He was right here!”
"No, still nothing." Derek says, rolling his eyes, trying to focus back on his task. But it seems impossible now with Stiles still yapping next to his ears, hand lifting his shirt and sleeve, looking for the aforementioned wolf, who has apparently vanished.
“Maybe your magic is not steady this time, so he’s gone.”
“Nonsense, my magic is perfectly fine, thank you very much.” Stiles huffs out in annoyance. He doesn’t take kindly to anything bad that people have to say about his magic. If you even tease him about any of his “failed experiments”, you bet that the next week you’ll be the sole subject of the once failed but now more successful than ever spell. Jackson knows that too well by now.
"Oh, there he is." Stiles says, pointing with his right hand. "The wolf's right here!"
Derek lifts his eyes up to see that there is in fact a wolf, a familiar black one with red-eye staring back at him, his tail wagging. Hold up. Wagging? And true to that, the wolf gets up and starts running alongside Stiles's arm. “See, it’s you in your wolf's form!”
"You make him move?" Derek asks, his eyes opening wide at this.
"Yes! That's what I'm trying to tell you." Stiles's eyes gleam with pride. "I made him move."
"I can see that."
"Look! Come, boy!" Stiles says and like it has a mind of his own, which Derek thinks it does now, the wolf comes trotting back to Stiles's palm and laying down, bare his stomach like a pet.
Using the other hand to scratch on its metaphorical belly, Stiles coo. "Who is my good boy? Who is my good boy? You are. Yes, you are."
"Stiles, you're talking to your tattoo."
"Don't say that, you hurt his feelings." Stiles holds his wrist to his chest, face offended, Derek just snorts at that. Then he turns back to the wolf and continues cooing. "Don't worry, he's just a jealous sourwolf."
"I am not!"
"You're so sour." Stiles drawls. "You're just jealous thinking that I love him more than you."
Derek averts his eyes, feeling his face heating from the accusation.
"Aw..." Stiles smiles. "I love you more than him, more than anything. You know that." He grabs Derek's chin and gently strokes it, his eyes shine.
Stiles' smile grows wide, and he quickly leans in closer, his warm breath on Derek's cheek. Derek reaches his arm around Stile's waist and squeezes, tuck his head below Stiles's chin, breathing in his scent.
"I love you..." Derek whispers. Stiles smiles, leaning in, kissing Derek on the lips. "I know."
Derek closes his eyes as he feels his body relax in the embrace of Stiles, of his mate. He wouldn’t trade this feeling for the world.
In a haze, Derek's eyes flutter open, blinking at the blurry movement, he looks down to see that the wolf has got up again and come near the base of Stiles's left wrist, where Derek's hand currently is. Derek frowns at it, touching the tattoo, shooing it away, but it immediately comes back and settles down.
Stiles chuckles. "Do you think it’ll stay there?"
"I don't know." Derek says while smoothing his hand up Stiles's arm, the wolf immediately follows. They raise their brow at that, watching the wolf chasing Derek's hand on Stiles's skin like he is enthralled by it. Stiles snorts. "He likes you."
"I think he actually wants to chase me away." And true, the wolf, when catching up with Derek's hand, nudges and yelps at it, though no sound comes out since, well, he’s just a tattoo anyway, but the message is clear.
"A possessive one, huh."
"He'll get used to you eventually, after all, you guys are basically the same."
The wolf tattoo gives up after a while and sneaks back to Stiles's neck, resting his head between Stiles's shoulder and Derek's face.
“Do you think he’ll stay like this?”
“Not sure cause this is the first time I’ve done this, but I hope so.”
The wolf stays like that with them.
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After that, other tattoos come more and more until they gradually fill up Stiles's entire arm. Each tattoo is one of a kind, a notch to his closest family and friend: a dove for his mother, a brown matching wolf tattoo with Scott, a tiger for Lydia to stay true to her spirit, Allison's design of a lion with various other inanimate things that Stiles could come up with. But apparently, only those that have an emotional tie with him are the only ones who can move.
Later, Stiles adds Boyd’s version of a bear, a fox for Erica, and just to mess with Isaac, Stiles made him a bunny, the look on Isaac's face when Stiles told him about it was priceless.
The pack is complete now and is in utter chaos. Stiles has hope that they would somehow calm down with the new addition. Nope, it makes things worse. Since then, Stiles's favorite hobby is to watch them bickering about who gets what spot on his skin. It's more interesting than watching the Bachelor now if Stiles be honest.
They would run around, chasing each other on Stiles’s arm and leg, playing roughhousing, or if Stiles’s really lucky that day, they would just cuddle up together in one spot. They all each have their designated spot on Stiles’s body that they would go back to, never at the same location but changing it all the time.
But at the end of the day, it's the wolf, no matter where he has traveled, who will always return and be situated at Stiles’s heart.
Stiles would sometimes catch Derek at night, staring at it, finger tracing reverently along its line, marveling at the meaning of its to Stiles, to them. Love.
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“Stiles! What is that with your hair!” Scott exclaims, pointing at Stiles’s newly acquired bleach-blond buzz cut, courtesy of his magic.
Stiles opens his eyes and looks up at his friends, all now in various stages of shock, from a mix of horror and amused.
“Your hair looks...different.”
Stiles would roll his eyes. “Of course it's different. I just found a spell to change my appearance now. Do you like my new style?”
“You look like a trailer trash that lives behind my grandma's house, Stiles, oh my god!”
“Well, thanks for that lovely comment.” Stiles pouts and turns back to Derek. “So what do you think of this?”
Derek gives him a look, his eyes firmly on Stiles's hair, and hesitates for a moment, making Stiles nervous. Then he finally opens his mouth but closes it again, lost for words. So instead, Derek just comes near, grabs Stiles’s face, and pulls him in for a kiss. He kisses Stiles thoroughly, pushing Stiles’s lips apart and wrapping his mouth around Stiles’s.
“Mmm,” Stiles returns the kiss, enjoying the taste of Derek on his lips.
“Ew gross guys. Get a room.” Someone is making a gagging noise behind them. Probably Jackson, no worry, Stiles will make sure he gets a nice present later for that comment.
Stiles laughs, kissing Derek again.
“So does this mean you like my new look?” Stiles pulls back, holding Derek’s hand on his face.
“I love it. It's perfect for you.”
“Thanks.” Stiles kisses Derek again and gives him his sun-filled smile.
I think somewhere along the line I kinda stray away from the prompt but at that point, I can't go back anymore so it is what it is.
