Hello! Does anybody know the fic where when Stiles starts rambling or panicking he bites on Derek’s hand? Pretty sure it’s alive hale pack and not time travel or human au. Also think it’s long, maybe around 50,000 but idk. Thank you!
Hey @teardropsonrooftops! @exolovek found it.
Indelible Marks by billtheradish
(87/87 I 75,695 I Mature I Sterek)
The house never burned. The pack is strong. Derek will never need to be the alpha, and his sister is a troll. (Actually, most of his family is like that.)
Derek is an apprentice tattoo artist, and Stiles isn't old enough to get ink of his own yet. But that doesn't stop him from being interesting...
Stiles is super nervous about getting a tattoo and it doesn’t help that his tattoo artist is an incredibly gorgeous man called Derek.
12 Days of Kink-mas – Day 9 (20th December): Praise Kink
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Stiles walked up to the front door of the tattoo studio, looking at the sign that hung on the glass panel that read ‘OPEN’.
He drew in a deep breath, letting the rush of cool air fill his lungs smother out the burning embers of anxiety that had settled in his chest. He let the tension in his body subside, his shoulders dropping as he pushed open the studio door.
A small bell chimed and a man stepped around the corner. He stepped in, closing the door behind him.
The sound of footsteps filled the space as a man came down from upstairs.
He was handsome, with thick black hair and a short, neat beard that cast a soft shadow across his jaw. His eyes were pale aventurine, the colour of his irises shifting in the light; from hazel to jade green, to a shade of light blue. He was dressed in a grey Henley with long sleeves hat were bunched up around his elbows, leaving his firm forearms bared. There were tattoos across his skin; one arm had the silhouettes of trees on his forearm—pine trees, elm trees, and the silhouettes of spindly trees that had lost their leaves—the roots and the ground faded into dots around his wrist. His other forearm had two roses on the underside of his arm, the delicate petals tattooed in black and white. The fine cursive script of names peeked out from beneath the unbuttoned top of his shirt.
A kind smile turned up the corners of his mouth as he met Stiles’ gaze.
"Can I help you?" he asked.
"I'm Stiles, I have an appointment," Stiles managed to say around the lump in his throat.
The man nodded.
“I’m Derek. Come on through,” he said, nodding towards the small sectioned-off rooms of the studio.
Stiles followed him, taking in his surroundings. The shop was quite modern, the plastered walls painted a soothing grey with black framed photos of tattoo designs and portraits of past customers—most of them printed in black and white—showcasing the incredible details and fine line work of their tattoos. On the counters were little cacti potted in white or concrete pots.
Derek was quick to get everything ready; showing Stiles a printed copy of the design to check the font and the spelling before transferring it to a stencil.
“You wanted it on your ribs, right?” Derek asked.
“Yeah,” Stiles replied. He shifted slightly, feeling a little self-conscious.
“You don’t have to take your shirt completely off,” Derek assured him. “You can just pull it up enough that I work.”
Stiles nodded, pulling up the side of his shirt.
"How are you with needles?" Derek asked as he cleaned Stiles' side and positioned the stencil.
"Honestly? Terrible," Stiles admitted. "But this is something I want; something I need."
"I promise I'll be gentle with you," Derek said with a soft smile. He pressed the stencil to Stiles' skin and pulled it back, leaving the outline from which he was going to work. "How's that?"
Stiles looked up at the mirror on the wall. A small smile crept up the corners of his lips as he looked at it.
The design was somewhat simple, a few lines of script in a solid text with roman numerals at the bottom—a date—positioned on his left side over his ribs.
In one of the stars I shall be living.
In one of them I shall be laughing.
And so it will be as if all the stars
were laughing, when you look at the sky at night
And so you will love to watch all the stars…
You–only you–will have stars that can laugh.
I shall not leave you.
Stiles nodded. "Yeah, that's perfect."
"Alright, let’s get started.”
Stiles nodded as he lay down on the bench.
There was something about this man—something about his glittering eyes and his sweet smile—that just made Stiles feel calm.
Derek started.
Stiles tensed for a moment, exhaling heavily and relaxing. He shut his eyes and felt something press against his skin, a small prick, and then nothing.
"How was that?" Derek asked.
"Was that it?" Stiles replied, stunned. "That didn't hurt at all."
Derek chuckled. "Good."
He set to work and Stiles relaxed, his eyes slowly drifting shut as he felt Derek's fingers brush across his skin.
Time passed quickly as Stiles drifted into a peaceful oblivion, still somehow remaining completely aware of Derek's tender touch, of the warmth of his hands and of his glittering eyes that were focused solely on his work.
“You still with me?” Derek asked, his quiet voice gently shaking Stiles from his wandering thoughts.
“Yeah,” Stiles replied.
“Haven’t passed out yet?” he teased.
“Not yet,” Stiles said with a slight chuckle.
Derek chuckled in return, the deep sound rolling through Stiles’ chest and igniting every nerve.
“I like the quote,” he said, reading the tattoo.
“It’s from The Little Prince,” Stiles explained. “My mum used to read it to me every night when I was younger.”
“And the date?” Derek asked.
Stiles’ voice went quiet. “That’s the day she died.”
Derek paused for a moment.
“I’m so sorry,” he said, his voice full of sincerity.
“It’s okay,” Stiles said; he didn’t want to admit how much I hurt to say it.
Derek was quiet for a moment.
“2004,” he read. “I lost my family the same year.”
“I’m sorry,” Stiles replied, wishing he had more to say.
“Thanks,” Derek said. “I hope this tattoo gives you some kind of closure.”
“Thank you,” Stiles said quietly. “I hope so too.”
They settled back into a comfortable quiet, the only sound was the buzzing of the machine and the even rhythm of Stiles’ breaths.
The needle hit a sensitive spot, a jolt of pain shooting through his body and burning his veins.
Stiles sucked in a sharp breath, fighting the urge to flinch. He let out a measured breath, calming his heart and breathing through it as the pain subsided.
“That’s it. Good boy,” Derek whispered, gently brushing a finger over the sore spot before continuing.
Stiles blinked in shock as a wave of warmth crashed over him, stirring something inside of him. He tried his best to keep his breathing even as his mind began to wander; imagining what it would be like to have Derek whisper those words in his deep voice as he lay with his body pressed against Stiles’. He wandered what it would be like to look up into Derek’s aventurine eyes and hear him say those words as Stiles took his length in his mouth, or to hear him whisper it as he gently stroked Stiles cheek as they lay in the sheets together, breathless and ragged.
The thoughts and images swirled around in his head, making it harder and harder to sit still. But there was something about the firmness of Derek’s hand and his gentle touch that grounded Stiles.
“All done,” Derek said, shaking Stiles from his thoughts.
He gently wiped down Stiles’ side and cleaned up the tattoo, setting everything aside before pushing his stool back.
“Have a look in the mirror if you want.”
Stiles sat up and rose to his feet, stepping over to the mirror and turning slightly to look at the tattoo. The fine black lines stood boldly against his pale skin.
"It's perfect," Stiles said breathlessly. "Thank you."
Derek cleaned up the rest of the tattoo, spread gel over it and wrapped it up. He gave Stiles instructions on how to care for his tattoo.
“You didn’t pass out,” Derek congratulated.
Stiles chuckled, pulling down his shirt.
“Funnily enough, you’re actually one of the best customers that has ever sat for me,” Derek told him.
“You’re kidding,” Stiles scoffed.
“You were,” Derek said.
"I mean it, Derek," Stiles said. "Thank you. I don't know if I'd have ever been able to do this if I didn't have you as my artist.”
Derek smiled.
Stiles' heart skipped a beat.
“Look, this might seem out of line slightly, but I know how hard it is to deal with losing your family, and if you ever want to talk or just want someone to spend time with…” Derek wrote something down on a piece of paper before handing it to Stiles. “Just give me a call. Any time.”
"Thanks," Stiles said, returning Derek’s smile.
“Oh, and for the record, you have nothing to be shy about,” Derek said, eyeing Stiles up and down.
Summary: Derek Hale is a lucky guy. He's got a great family, good friends, and a fulfilling job as a tattoo artist.
He's also one of the twenty-five per cent of the population born with a soul mark.
He likes his life, but he's waiting for his soul-match. The odds of meeting them aren't great but hey, Derek's a lucky guy. He has faith.
He can't believe how good his luck really is when one day his soul-match wanders right into his studio, all long limbs and copper eyes. There's just one problem: Stiles is there to get his soul mark covered up. Permanently.
Info: 27k | Mature | Soulmates, Pining, Roommates
Notes: Oh, it hurts! The pining and the heartbreak are so glorious! -C
Sneak Peek:
‘So this, right here? This is what I want you to cover. I want you to make sure you can’t see it at all, okay? I want it gone,’ he makes a vicious, swiping motion with his hands. ‘Ixnay on the soul mark crap. I want nothing on my body that I haven’t chosen for myself. Taking back control, man. Saying no to predeterminism and all that outdated fandango.’
hi hello im looking for a fic where stiles is a tattoo artist, and derek needs a protection tattoo and it makes derek get pretty handsy and stiles eyes are definitely black when doing the magics, but is otherwise unaffected. and derek freaks out like 'why am i horny? what magic is this' and afterwards stiles is like 'sorry man, magic amplifies whats already there, but i didnt want you doing something youd regret'
Such a good fic.
Grounded on Living Skin by otter
(1/1 I 9,318 I Explicit I Sterek)
The tattoo parlor didn’t look like much. The apprentice who was supposed to be inking Derek's new magical tattoo wasn't immediately confidence-inspiring either.
Hi... I was wondering do you know any fics where Derek decides to rebuild the Hale house, and he asks for Stiles opinion (hoping that they end up living there together, pre-relationship or already in a relationship) like You’d Be So Good To Come Home To by SylvieW ? Thank you in advance, and sorry if you have already answered to this type of request.
Don’t be sorry. We’re here to make new lists about old things. That’s basically the whole blog! - Anastasia
You’d Be So Good To Come Home To by SylvieW
(1/1 I 5,073 I Teen)
In Stiles’ final year of college, Derek decides to rebuild the Hale house. He keeps asking for Stiles’ opinion on the house plans. Stiles doesn’t realize that Derek is building the house with a mate in mind.
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Sour Kush by alisvolatpropiis
(1/1 I 2,947 I Explicit)
Stiles mentally curses Erica, because in all of her warnings about how brusque this guy could be, she forgot mention that he’s also hotter than the fucking sun. If Stiles had any lingering questions about his sexuality, they’d be completely settled by what this guy is doing to him. In fact, he might not even be gay anymore. He might be in the midst of crossing into some yet-to-be-named sexuality that’s all about a scruffy black beard and alarming green eyes and muscles and tattoos and this guy’s everything ever.
The guy’s name is Derek, his lust-addled brain supplies distantly.
Well that settles it, then. Stiles is Dereksexual.
But I Still Come Back To You by little_luna
(1/1 I 3,631 I Mature)
Stiles buys Derek a ratty, old band shirt. Things get worse (better) from there.
No Putting a Werewolf Off Your Scent by nakatas_cat
(1/1 I 3,811 I Explicit)
Stiles forgets his Adderall. Derek’s affected.
Here With Me by tabbytabbytabby
(1/1 I 8,027 I Teen)
When Stiles and Derek finally get together they’re happy, but Stiles doesn’t feel like he’s well enough mentally after everything that’s happened to him so he leaves. Stiles travels and tries to be better for himself and for Derek, while Derek stays and becomes a Deputy while rebuilding the Hale house. All the while they’re missing each other.
I Could Have Crashed the Car by darthjuno
(4/8 I 11,598 I Explicit)
Derek decides he needs to stop running. So he crashes into Stiles instead. Hard.Stiles finds he can more than roll with this–he can run with it.
keeping the stars apart by unpossible
(10/10 I 15,285 I Teen)
Derek watches that sharp brain come fully online.“Oh God,” Stiles says, and now he smells of embarrassment. “Fuck. I just- did I just have a fucking panic attack in front of Jackson?”“It’s okay,” he says simply.“Really. Is it.” Stiles sighs without looking up. “Well. At least I wasn’t naked.”
My Scowl Says I Like You by lyvanna
(6/? I 15,304 I Teen)
It’s summer and for some reason Scott has managed to rope Stiles into helping rebuild the old Hale house, despite the fact that he’s pretty sure none of the pack like him that much. Especially Derek.
Feels Too Close by mollswinchester
(10/? I 24,789 I Not Rated)
When Stiles Stilinski became a federal agent, everything changed. He spent years working hard on dangerous field operations, sacrificing relationships and his own morality—and all for what?
Now he’s moving back to Beacon Hills, officially fed up with being a Fed. But things back home are not how he left them. He’s happy to be surrounded by friends and family again, but none of that seems to matter when feelings for a man he used to love begin to resurface–feelings that may or may not be reciprocated.
I Just Wanna Be With You Every Day by Brego_Mellon_Nin
(8/8 I 33,920 I Explicit)
When his best friend’s son barrels into the kitchen only dressed in a pair of skintight jeans, lean but defined torso on display, Derek knows he’s truly and utterly fucked. Not only is the kid barely eighteen, but he also happens to be the Sheriff’s only son.
Derek makes a vow to himself that he will not seek Stiles out and he’ll get this thing under control.
Furry Little Liars by TheRealNightTempest
(6/? I 78,599 I Explicit)
Stiles Stilinksi has waited for the moment that Derek would finally look at him the way he desires. But leave it to Derek to screw it all up and change Stiles’ life forever on a night neither of them will soon forget. With a dangerous creature suddenly setting it’s sights on Stiles, and something happening between Derek and Stiles that no one can explain, there isn’t much time before the world they know will come crashing down around them.
hi! are there any fanfics with both of them or maybe just one of them being heavily tattooed? like their whole body? but not magic tattoos, just regular? preferably sterek, steter or stetopher, thanks a lot ☺️
Yes, for sure. - Anastasia
Sour Kush by alisvolatpropiis
(1/1 I 2,947 I Explicit I Sterek)
Stiles mentally curses Erica, because in all of her warnings about how brusque this guy could be, she forgot mention that he’s also hotter than the fucking sun. If Stiles had any lingering questions about his sexuality, they’d be completely settled by what this guy is doing to him. In fact, he might not even be gay anymore. He might be in the midst of crossing into some yet-to-be-named sexuality that’s all about a scruffy black beard and alarming green eyes and muscles and tattoos and this guy’s everything ever.
The guy’s name is Derek, his lust-addled brain supplies distantly.
Well that settles it, then. Stiles is Dereksexual.
Take a Glorious Bite Out of the Whole World by weathervaanes
(1/1 I 5,472 I Explicit I Sterek)
Stiles gets a tattoo when he turns eighteen. Derek notices. Quietly.
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The tattoo is vein-like and strange, but it’s so very…right. It’s not necessarily a picture, but free-flowing lines that wind around his arm and dip and dance around his scars. It makes him feel free, makes him feel powerful.
He goes in for his second tattoo when he’s about to leave for school in Southern California.
It's not so much of a second one as a continuation. He decides that, though the pattern isn't of branches it acts like them, so he branches it down over his shoulder and down to the center of his back, kind of like draping a toga. At the center of his back the lines concentrate and sort of circle. He adds a splash of jade-shaded almond shapes and feels stronger somewhere deep inside.
Love's Violent Delights by Dexterous_Sinistrous
(1/1 I 10,685 I Explicit I Sterek)
Derek caught the way the man’s eyes looked over Stiles before lingering on his ass. He waited for the clerk to place the key on the counter before he reacted.
Stiles startled at the loud noise, turning away from the pamphlets in the display box to see Derek pinning the clerk’s head against the counter. He drew in an even breath, looking between the struggling man and Derek.
Derek briefly looked at Stiles, hesitating before he saw the gleam of excitement in Stiles’ eyes and the hint of lust in his scent. “Ever look at him, or any other Omega, like that again, and I’ll slice your eyes out with my claws.” He shoved the man back, not caring of the commotion that was made as he snatched up the key from the counter.
Celebrity Skin by KeepGoing
(1/1 I 14,107 I Explicit I Sterek)
Derek feels his cell phone vibrating in the tight pocket of his jeans and he shucks off his gloves and balances it between his ear and shoulder as he cranks the lever on the bulldozer.“What’s up, Scott?”
“Have you seen the news?”
Derek turns the engine off on the large machine and leans back in the padded seat. The sounds of drilling and cranes all around him cause him to press his ear uncomfortably against the receiver to hear the Alpha. “Yeah. I almost threw my remote through the TV.”
Scott sighs on the other end of the phone. “Good thing you didn’t. I refuse to replace another TV.” He pauses. “You know he’s coming here, right?"Derek scrubs his hand over his face and rests his head back against his seat; eyes sliding shut.
“Yeah, I figured. It is Stiles, after all.”
Risky Business by super_queer
(8/8 I 14,624 I Teen I Sterek)
Stiles goes to get a tattoo in memory of his mother, and his tattoo artist just happens to be Derek Hale.
We Gotta Hide What We're Doin' by CharWright5
(1/1 I 17,293 I Explicit I Sterek)
As a Bodyguard within the Stilinski Rodzina, Derek's one and only job is to watch over the Omega son—and only child—of the Family's Head, Stiles, a task that is easier said than done some nights. It's just good that the Alpha knows the best way to punish the little troublemaker when his bratty behavior threatens to expose a secret that could get the Bodyguard killed.
Ink Blossoms by Triangulum
(1/1 I 24,501 I Explicit I Steter)
"So, you're going to ruin your niece's baby shower with flowers in the wrong color?" the florist, Stiles, asks when they reach the counter. He pulls out a binder and starts flipping through it.
"Not ruin. Mildly inconvenience," Peter says.
"Right, messing with a hormonal pregnant woman seems like a great plan."
"To be fair, her fiance and the father of her baby is my ex-boyfriend," Peter says. "And we weren't broken up when they started 'dating'."
Stiles looks up at him in surprise. "And you're still getting her flowers?" he asks.
"It's under duress, I assure you," Peter says. He absolutely wouldn't be here if his alpha hadn't ordered it.
"Well, shit, yeah, let's get you some purple revenge flowers," Stiles says.
I Have Faith In Nights by DaintyBoots
(8/8 I 35,808 I Mature I Sterek)
Derek had always thought his ability to pick up strays was a bit of a hindrance. But then he met Stiles.
Salty Sweet by secondstar
(!1/11 I 46,478 I Explicit I Sterek)
Derek works at a porn store. One day, Stiles comes in asking all sorts of TMI questions about different toys. That's where it all starts.
Hook, Yarn, Sinker by pprfaith
(23/23 I 65,657 I Not Rated I Steter)
Stiles is happy with his store, his hobbies, his friends. Peter's just trying to figure out how to raise his nieces and nephew without fucking them up too badly.
hi!! do you know any fics where stiles gets a triskelion tattoo and derek finds it and really likes it?
Ooooo yes. - Anastasia
Marked by CelestialVoid
(1/1 I 1,007 I General)
Stiles seems to be keeping a secret from Derek; he keeps shying away from him cuddles and tender moments, pulling away from Derek and leaving him touch-starved. Derek is worried something's wrong, he's worried Stiles doesn't love him anymore, but the truth is far from that.
Triskelion by cellostiel
(1/1 I 1,740 I Teen)
"My dad came with and a-okayed it. Not that it's any of your business whatsoever.""It is when it matches Hale's. I always knew you two had a thing for each other, but I didn't know it was that bad.""Please. It's not like I got a heart with 'Derek and Stiles 4ever' in it. It's just a… family thing."
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Stiles gets a tattoo.
Ashes by LippiLions19
(1/? I 4,988 I Not Rated)
Derek Hale does not touch his pack. Not affectionately. Stiles notices. He wants to fix it and goes to Peter and Lydia for help.
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Peter and Lydia work together to get their alpha and his mate together. The whole pack is in on it. And hopefully, Derek learns that it is ok to trust Pack.
Too Late by 5sosquiff
(4/4 I 13,179 I Not Rated I MCD)
Stiles has been missing for 4 months. When Derek finally finds him, he's no longer Stiles but The Triskelion, born in this shithole of a place that forces humans to kill werewolf's for sick entertainment.
What Derek doesn't know, Stiles is dying and there's nothing he can do about it.
