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[raisesomehale]

summer tang

WC: 12,686 Rated: Mature Tags: | Omega Verse | Alternate Universe - Werewolves Are Known | Alternate Universe - No Hale Fire | Alternate Universe - Neighbors | the boy next door | Teen Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski | Minor Derek Hale/Paige | Omega Stiles Stilinski | Growing Up Together | Years Later | Lack of Communication | Mutual Pining | Mildly Dubious Consent | Teen Angst | First Kiss | Endgame Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski | summer break | Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics | usa public health classes have failed everyone even in the omega verse | Underage Smoking | True Mates | Childhood Rivalry | Scenting | Enemies to Friends to Lovers |

Derek’s vision pulses white. He sucks in a breath, body seizing up, glass pan of brownies crashing to the floor as a scent unlike anything he’s ever encountered unrolls from behind the door to crash over him like an avalanche. His brain crackles with shock. Blood flooding his veins as his vision blurs, swivels, and pulls him mindlessly in the direction of that scent. His feet deliver him forward without him making the conscious decision to move. A far-away and fading-fast part of his brain registers Cora asking him what’s wrong, registers her trying to stop him as he walks into the house past an equally confused Claudia, but nothing short of physically tying him down and restraining him could make him stop now. His heart is racing, his lungs are heaving, the only important thing in his mind being that he keeps moving forward. Closer. He collides with the thing radiating that delicious scent, warm and pliant, and pushes until it’s pinned between him and the wall, fangs dropping, eyes flashing. He feels color blind. Not in the way where he can't see any color, but instead like he's seeing every color at once, even the ones that haven't been discovered, even the ones that don't exist, and they’re all overloading his senses into technicolor static. His self-control is hanging on by a thread. And it’s so shocking, to be so close to actually losing it, that it’s able to restart the reasonable part of his brain; the part that had had werewolf control training all of his life. It takes a Herculean amount of effort, but he’s able to reel himself back just enough to provide a tunnel-vision view of clarity, revealing that the thing he has pressed up between him and the wall is Stiles. Eyes bright and bewitching and wide, mouth parted, dark lashes fluttering with shock. Their bodies are pressed so close he can feel Stiles’ rapidly expanding chest against his own. “You”–Derek blinks rapidly, feeling drunk for the first time in his life. Stiles is an omega. The realization crashes through him, and it's like being struck by lightning. “You smell”– Inebriating.

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light a spark || chapter 10

WC: 43446 Rated: T Tags: | Post s2 | Canon Divergent | Canon Revisited | Alpha!Derek | Spark!Stiles | energy bond | Stiles harbors Derek in his bedroom | Derek is 19 | slow burn/slow build | fluff & humor | angst & feels | action & violence | Kidnapped Stiles | Wolf Derek | BAMF Derek | BAMF Stiles | Protective Derek | hurt/comfort | Codependency | panic attacks | wolf cuddles

“…Friendship isn’t required to form an alliance, after all. Do you know what is?” “I’m on the edge of my seat. Vaughn says, “Trust.” Stiles snorts. “And that can exist without friendship… how?” “You tell me,” she says, “From what I’ve heard, you and your broken alpha weren’t friends when you defeated Peter.” It isn’t a comparison that Stiles is expecting to hear. His eyes jump compulsively to Derek on the bed, mind taking him back to the time Vaughn is referring to, to the time when Derek actually used to scare Stiles. It’s a laughable thought now. Now, he looks at Derek and all he feels is worry. Nauseating guilt. He looks at Derek and tries to dredge up those long-faded first impressions, but can’t due to them having been replaced by… something else. Something hard for Stiles to place. Something warm and leaching out from his chest like an ache. Something that tells him: everything has changed.

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All I Want For Christmas, Is You

-> written for @aredesification for the @stereksecretsanta '22 gift exchange!! I had such a blast writing this and I really hope you enjoy this silly little Christmas tale about our boys finally choosing each other♥

WC: 6514 Rated: E Tags: | Canon Universe | Post-Canon | Years Without Seeing Each Other | Christmas Fluff | Christmas Activities & Shenanigans | Beta!Derek | McCall Pack | Good Alpha Scott | Slow Burn (for as much as 6k can be slow burn) | Hurt/Comfort | Soft & Cozy feels | Fluff & Humor | No Angst | Pack Feels & Bonding | Mutual Pining | Flirting | Sexual Tension | OG Pack members are all 21 | spiked apple cider | Frottage | Hand Jobs | Blow Jobs | Come Swallowing |

- Excerpt -

...Derek is cut off when the backdoor in front of him shoves inward, Stiles pushing inside with a triumphant grin on his face, Scott at his back holding a giant platter of still-sizzling, deep-fried ham.

The sight of him is like whiplash.

Stiles and Derek have managed to keep up a reasonably active text-ship for the last few years (heavily due to Stiles’ undying persistence on the matter) but Derek’s recent inclination to jump around between continents paired with Stiles’ grueling school schedule has resulted in them not having been in the same room since Stiles left for Brown the summer after he graduated.

He’s broader. Taller. Hair buzzed short like it hasn’t been since he was a sophomore in high school, a scar nicked into the corner of his left eyebrow that Derek remembers hearing the story about (a frisky leprechaun with a bad sense of humor and a hard-on for blades.)

And when Stiles’ eyes catch sight of Derek across the room, his grin glitches into shock and he lets go of the door.

Which must be safety-weighted, considering the force with which it slams backwards against Scott.

The Christmas ham launches into the air upon impact, the platter clattering to the ground as Scott stands too stunned in the doorway to even react.

But Derek had started moving the moment he saw Stiles’ hold on the door slip.

He glides forward without thinking and snatches the ham from the air, spinning to deposit it on the nearby stack of clean plates before straightening, deep in Stiles’ personal space.

Behind them, someone chokes off their laughter in their throat.

Isaac says, “Smooth, Stilinski.”

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light a spark || chapter 9

WC: 37970 Rated: T Tags: | Post s2 | Canon Divergent | Canon Revisited | Alpha!Derek | Spark!Stiles | energy bond | Stiles harbors Derek in his bedroom | Derek is 19 | slow burn/slow build | fluff & humor | angst & feels | action & violence | Kidnapped Stiles | Wolf Derek | BAMF Derek | BAMF Stiles | Protective Derek | hurt/comfort | Codependency | panic attacks | wolf cuddles

He scrolls down his contact list until he gets to the P’s and selects the fifth one. The shrill brrrrr of the ring is audible even before Stiles puts it up to his ear. It takes seven for the other line to finally pick up. But it isn’t a voice that Stiles hears first. In the distance is the tangle of bubbly conversation, tinkling laughter, the hush of far-off waves breaking against the sea. Each noise softer than the last so that it’s jarring when the voice of the man he’s trying to reach finally barks out a single, Italian word into the mouthpiece as greeting: “Pronto.” Stiles schools every petty, recoiling instinct inside of him and sits up straighter. “Peter,” he says, “We need to talk.” The silence that follows can only be one of surprise. But it doesn’t last long. Peter Hale’s laughter rattles down the line all the way through Stiles in a buzzing chill. “Stiles.” He enunciates his name like he’s delighted to be saying it, tone dripping into a low rumble. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” Stiles’ fist tightens in Derek’s fur. “I have some questions that no one else has been able to answer.” “Announcing that you came to me as a last resort is hardly the way to entice my interest.” “You should feel flattered I deigned to call you at all.”

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Beyond The Canyon Nook

(This was written for @sterekyrround’s Spring Break Madness “Grand Canyon + Getting Together” prompt!! :’)

WC: 7264

Rated: T

Tags: The Grand Canyon | Magical Stiles Stilinski | Spark Stiles Stilinski | Alternate Universe - Magical Realism | magic is known | Magical Dystopia | sparks are indentured by the government | Farmer Derek Hale | Single Parent Derek Hale | broken time | Slice of Life | Fluff | Found Family | First Kiss | Getting Together | Alpha Derek Hale | Minor Angst | Freeform |

- Summary -

Stiles has retrieved countless children from the shadows.

But Eli is the first child Stiles has found alone.

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[raisesomehale]

Messy Draft Monday

Thanks for the tag @outtoshatter & @missanniewhimsy!! making this one a little longer for all my light a spark girlies who have been unendingly patient with my slow ass updates these last few months 🫶 chapter 10 IS being written and will be up very soon now that I’m not moving & have the time to focus on writing 🥰

The room is darker now that Vaughn has arrived.

The lamppost outside Stiles’ window (which usually colors the view of the street in a warm-orange wash) has gone out. And so has every other lamppost on every other street in the neighborhood if the utter lack of light outside is anything to go by.

Stiles’ mind instinctively goes to power outage - but the faint red dot of his idle TV light gleaming in his periphery shoots that theory down. It’s the only light he has to see by besides the irregular strike of lightning, and the glow of Vaughn’s eyes.

Which flash over her shoulder towards him as her head and body remain angled towards Derek on the bed.

“Leave the lights off.”

Stiles’ hand pauses mid-reach towards the lightswitch.

“Uh…” his tongue flicks out over his bottom lip, “You sure?”

Aberrant lightning strikes across the window to transform Vaughn into an otherworldly creature caught in a ghostly headlight, antler-crown of electricity splintering out behind her in the night.

“Of course I am.”

Alrighty then.

Stiles clears his throat and lowers his hand back to his side. Sock-clad feet shuffling awkwardly beneath him until he remembers this is my room, dammit, and forces himself to go still.

Vaughn’s eyes squint at him.

She turns the rest of the way around to face him fully, and even despite her short height it’s intimidating being at the center of her full attention; Like, if he were to step forward and yank her floor-length cloak to the ground, he’d find static and thunder underneath.

“There’s no need to worry,” she assures him, “I made sure no one would be able to detect me here.”

Meaning: she knows without being told that they’re in a house filled with hyper-vigilant creatures all antsy for a fight.

And Stiles doesn’t just mean the werewolves.

“That’s a nice sentiment,” Stiles says, “But I’m pretty sure wishful thinking isn’t enough to dampen werewolf hearing.”

“No,” she allows, “But a buffer blanket is.”

She says this as if ‘buffer blanket’ is a completely ordinary term used in everyday conversation with no need for further explanation. But he has to assume it’s a spark thing. Just as he has to assume her off-handed mentioning of it means she believes she’s talking to a peer, a person on the same playing field, instead of the fresh novice that he is.

It makes Stiles suddenly aware that he has no idea what this stranger standing in his room is capable of.

All he knows is that he can feel her presence like a live frequency in the air - resonating, resonating, resonating like a humming beehive - and if she isn’t someone Stiles can trust, if she is someone he has to protect Derek against, then the last thing he needs is for her to know just how little he understands about a sparks true capabilities.

How little he knows about his own.

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[raisesomehale]

light a spark || chapter 6

WC: 21364 Rated: T Tags: | Post s2 | Canon Divergent | Canon Revisited | energy bond | Alpha!Derek | Spark!Stiles | fluff & humor | angst & feels | action & violence | Stiles harbors Derek in his bedroom | Kidnapped Stiles Stilinski | BAMF Derek Hale | hurt/comfort

The alpha twins aren’t gentle.

They throw Stiles down onto the floor of the elevator, his hands flying out to catch himself.

There’s the loud shuttering of the grate door closing as he spins on his hands and knees to face the twins, shoving himself up and into the farthest corner as the cab starts descending.

One of the twins - the slightly bigger one - has his arms folded over his chest, gaze fixed unblinkingly on Stiles as he leans against the wall.

The other twin is smiling at him. A lazy, amused smile. He lunges forward to psyche Stiles out, and it works.

Stiles rears back, heart rattling in his chest like the grate of the elevator behind him when he smacks against it.

Both twins laugh.

Stiles swallows, forcefully. His hands come up to grip the elevator railing for stability as he says, “The rest of Derek’s pack will be here any minute - they’re probably downstairs, right now.”

(And even though he’s bluffing, there is a very real part of Stiles that hopes maybe he is right; maybe the pack has arrived early and is downstairs right now, ready to intercept the twins before Stiles can be taken away. Maybe. But not likely.)

The bigger twin smiles at Stiles like he’s made a joke. “You really think you can lie to us during a full moon? Your pack may still need to be tied up like dogs to withstand its power, but my brother and I make up two fifths of the only alpha-exclusive pack in existence. We thrive on power. If Derek’s pack were here we would have already dealt with them. And if they’re on their way,” a smile spills out over his face like an oil flame, “They aren’t close enough to make a difference anyways.”

The smaller twin sniggers as Stiles’ hope plummets. Because he knows it’s true. Moonrise is still thirty minutes away and the majority of the pack can’t be punctual to save their own lives.

Stiles is on his own, and they know it. For some reason that makes it worse.

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light a spark || chapter 4

WC: 13696 Rated: T Tags: | Post s2 | Canon Divergent | Canon Revisited | energy bond | Alpha!Derek | Spark!Stiles | fluff & humor | Stiles harbors Derek in his bedroom |

Stiles’ heart catapults itself up into his throat.

His dad has chosen today of all days to skimp on sleeping in?

Stiles flings himself off his bed and onto his feet like a newborn fawn - legs and arms everywhere - as Scott’s voice comes over the line, low and hurt.

“I didn’t know you were holding those things against me... I guess there’s a lot we haven’t talked about.”

“I’m not holding anything against you, Scotty” - Stiles scampers over to the bedroom door, nearly tripping twice before righting himself in time to lower down onto his chest - “I just think you need to re-evaluate who your allies are.”

His eyes come down under the door to peer out onto the hall, and catch sight of his dad’s sock-clad feet heading straight for his bedroom. Then he sees him pause - no doubt catching the sound of the shower - and reroute towards the bathroom’s hall entrance.

Stiles’ eyes widen. “I have to go,” he says hurriedly, “Something just came” -

Scott hangs up.

Stiles barely refrains from cursing. Great, now he can officially add make up with Scott to his never ending list of shit to fix in his life.

He leaps up onto his feet, phone forgotten on the floor as he throws himself towards the door connecting his room and the bathroom - jete’ing over the bean bag chair like some juiced up ballerina at large. He shoves into the bathroom with as much simultaneous speed and stealth as can be mustered under the circumstances, a wave of steam escaping into his bedroom before he’s quickly and quietly reclosing the door behind him.

Derek’s head peeks out of the shower curtain in the next moment. His hair is still sudsy, bushy eyebrows furrowing in horrified realization as the handle of the door connected to the hall starts to jiggle and turn.

(In the point-one nanoseconds of time that Stiles has to think, he envisions exactly how this situation is about to unfold. His dad will open the door and find Stiles standing in the steam filled bathroom, fully dressed, and immediately know something is up. And on the off chance he doesn’t he will undoubtedly shoot into a lecture about water waste, after which he will rip the shower curtain back to yank the tap off only to expose both Derek and their lie in the process. Stiles will be grounded till he’s thirty, and his dad’s trust in him will be shattered. Again.)

The door begins to push inward.

Stiles decides to go with option number two.

He turns and makes direct eye contact with Derek, then mouths move.

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