#were!stiles

[batwynn]

Master detective skills, Stiles

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[strategistandsourwolf]

The foxiest guy in the pack has the best ears, sorry dude.

[dropofbittersea]

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

The one where Werecreature Stiles works at the mall and crosses paths with his crush, Derek, upstairs at the movie theater after close.

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“So, I know this is rude and all, but I just have to ask—“

“Do you, really? Is there a gun to your head?” he snarked.

Derek grinned, tossing the crumpled paper into the bin over his shoulder without looking, and sidled closer smelling of curiosity and attraction. He lowered his voice conspiratorially even though they were the only ones in there.

“What are you?”

Stiles sighed and straightened up to his full nearly 6'3", gazing down into the werewolf’s eyes as if searching for some kind of assurance. It wasn’t forbidden to tell or anything, but he’d never done so before and wasn't certain that it was a good idea. If it’d be a whole thing with the Hales or make the cocky beta that he’d been stupidly crushing on run the other way.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” Derek said emphatically, his face growing serious for a few moments before breaking into a grin again. “Not even if you’re a sweet little rabbit or something. But you’re not a bouncing bunny boy, are you?”

Stiles bared his teeth and showed a hint of fang. “No.”

[halinski]

Thinking about that theory that Derek's eyes are blue bc of guilt. Aka he wasn't the reason Paige died, she was already dying.

Thinking about what if when Stiles turns, his eyes are also blue, and he doesn't know how to take it, how to confront the thought that deep down a very substantial part of him believes he killed his mother. Logically, rationally, he knows that's not true. But what he's been through with her, the sickness that accused him, her voice saying it, it haunts him.

Thinking about how they both had someone die in their arms, bc we know Stiles was there in the hospital when Claudia died. We know he was right there at her side, holding her hand, hugging her tight, seeing the life leave her eyes, feeling her go limp, not breathing, hearing the machines going crazy when her heartbeat stopped, and we know he'll feel like the poison that slowly took her from the world because that's what she was saying, and what if she was right somehow?

Thinking about when Derek sees it, remembers his own frightened face at 15, remembers how lost he got and what destruction that brought with it. Thinking about how Stiles held on to him all this time, while Derek started figuring out how to be himself again, how to trust in others and find a new pack and home, a new anchor, a new shoulder to lean on.

Thinking about how Derek reaches out to hold onto Stiles tight in return for how Stiles did for him, giving him time and space to also start to deal with and heal from his past and figure out that he absolutely is more than enough

[setsureadsshit]

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

Chapters: 51/51 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Allison Argent/Scott McCall, Vernon Boyd/Erica Reyes Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale's Pack, Sheriff Stilinski Additional Tags: Dom/sub, Dom Derek, Sub Stiles, Kidnapping, Kidnapped Stiles, Kidnapped Derek, Full Shift Werewolves, Alpha Derek, Wolf Derek, Mute Stiles, selective mutism, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Torture, Abuse, Homophobia, Subspace, Subdrop, Aftercare, Captivity, trope: captives together, trope: strangers in a dungeon, Hurt/Comfort, Huddling For Warmth, Hand Feeding, Bathing/Washing, Service Dom, Virgin Stiles Stilinski, First Time, First Kiss, ALL THE FIRSTS, Caretaking, Self-Harm, mostly as a reaction to extreme stress, Homophobic Language, Werewolf Pain-Relief Magic, werewolf mojo, Sexual Assault, non-consensual object insertion, Happy Ending, do not despair, I will do right by all of you, non-consensual biting, whumpage, Stiles whump, Derek whump, Whump, Hurt Stiles, Hurt Derek, Warnings about the Real Life dangers of hiking in the woods with a Pen in your Arse, Handwaving, Creature Stiles, Sick Stiles Stilinski, So much comfort, Size Difference, not in the way you're thinking, Fluff while in animal form, does that make this story flangst?, Grooming, Frottage, Rimming, Blow Jobs, Anal Fingering, Rape Recovery, Aftermath of Torture, Tortured Stiles Stilinski, Tortured Derek Hale, Mating Bond, Soul Bond, Animal Transformation, Bondage, Light Bondage, Mates, Alpha Mate Stiles Stilinski, Stiles Has Panic Attacks, Panic Attacks, Excessive use of the endearment 'Baby', sorry y'all, that's my personal kink, shameless borrowing of a line from someone else's fic, I couldn't help myself, it's a really funny one, Fanart, use of bad behavior to instigate a D/s scene, Sheriff Stilinski Finds Out About Derek/Stiles Relationship, the sheriff is a good dad, Even though he's dealing with an impossible situation, Derek is a protective Dom, Protective Derek, Werefox Stiles, thought I would bury these tags in here and maybe no one will notice them, and my surprise won't be all spoiled, Fennec Fox, Sheriff Stilinski Finds Out, Sheriff Stilinski & Stiles Stilinski Feels, Angst, Rope Bondage, Shibari, Collars, eavesdropping means you might overhear something you'd rather not, Possessive Derek, Flashbacks, Service Top, Empathy, Spanking, Puppy Piles, Pack Feels, Pack Dynamics, Pack Bonding, Sheriff Stilinski's Name is John, Scenting, Dry Humping, Non-Sexual Bondage, But that doesn't mean it's non-sensual does it?, Praise Kink, the occasional NSFW picture or gif, Semi-Public Sex, mild exhibitionism, Service Dogs, Bullying, Good Alpha Derek Hale, Dissociation, bond magic, Just the Tip, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, because in this world, dynamics are similarly biological and susceptible to abuse, Endearments, Don’t copy to another site, Do not repost anywhere, only links ;), Transformative Works Welcome, Just give me credit and a link, Knotting Summary:

Derek Hale, Beacon Hills Alpha and Dom, wakes up in a dark cell already housing another captive – a mute, traumatized sub with a cruel collar around his neck. His only goal is to get them both free of their brutal circumstances; but even as he tries to get his young companion home, a bond between them grows. Nothing comes easily: danger and harrowing echoes of their ordeal shadow every step they take.

[imagine-sterek]

Two Sides of The Same Coin - Sterek Trope Reversal Event

September 4th-10th

 Themes:

September 4th - Were!Stiles or Supernatural!Stiles

One of the most notable things about Stiles was that he was the only human. But what if he wasn’t? What if Stiles were a were-creature or a supernatural creature? What would he be? How did he come to be that creature?

September 5th - Human!Derek

What would it be like if everyone’s favourite Sourwolf was human. Is he powerless without his powers? Did he become human or was he born that way? What’s life like for him?

September 6th - Evil Sterek/Bad Guys Sterek

Gather up your loved ones, gather up your friends, because tonight the bad boys run the town and the villains win the fight. What would it be like if Stiles and/or Derek were the bad guys of the story? Would anyone be able to stop them?

September 7th - A Change of Scenery

What would their lives be like with a change of scenery? What would it be like if they lived a normal life with no supernatural creatures, or lived through an apocalypse? Fought off vampires or lived in space? What if they crawled through the mirror or fell into Wonderland, where everything is different? Change their world and see what their lives are like.

September 8th - Back Story Switch

What if Stiles was the son of a rich family who died in a house fire and Derek the son of the local sheriff? What if Stiles grew up as a werewolf and Derek as a human? What if Derek grew up as a werewolf with only his absent father to help him through full moons? This is a also time for alternate canons - turning other story lines into sterek or canon divergence. 

September 9th - Flip the Coin

Take a prompt, from this blog or your own, or a fic you've written/art you've drawn and flip it; reverse the tropes, make the good guys bad and the bad guys good.

September 10th - Open Prompt

Don’t like any of these prompts but still want to create something or share an idea? Do you have an idea that doesn’t fit in one of the categories? This is the day that’s open to everyone and everything. Go for it!

  The themes and prompts are not mandatory, they’re only suggestions or prompts for those who want to join in but need a little bit of inspiration. If you don’t like a specific theme - or any of the themes - that’s okay! The themes are just suggestions that you can follow if you want to.

You can interpret the themes and prompts however you want, and submit any fics, art, imagines, etc., even if they don’t fit a theme; all submissions are welcome!

The days and prompts roll over, so if you miss a day because of time zones or whatever it may be, please still share it!

Rules and FAQs

If you have any questions, please don’t hesitate to message me.

 Please tag @imagine-sterek, and if you send in an ask and don’t see it answered or tag me in a post and don’t see it reblogged, please message me. Tumblr acts up a lot and I’d hate for anyone to miss out because their messages or tags don’t make it to me.

 A big thank you to @squishysterek and @loveyprophet for all their help planning this.

 - AJ

[novkat21]

The Worst Night

For @imagine-sterek prompt. I plan to write more, but here's a little snippet.

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He should've listened to Scott and stayed at his place. But it had been the fifth night in a row that he'd slept over and now felt more of a burden than a guest. So he'd packed up his bag and made the trek back home. His jeep was still in the shop after two days - he didn't even want to think about the bill that would come from that - or he'd be driving his baby home. He would've been a lot safer and less jumpy within his own vehicle rather than walking down the empty streets.

Since he thought it was a great idea to leave right after dinner, the sun had mostly set, painting the sky a deep orange and red, casting a blanket of darkness over his surroundings. He gripped the sling on his backpack tighter, walked a little faster, tried to keep his eyes from wandering over to the forest on the other side of the street. He was only imagining those strange rustles and crunching leaves, the shadows darting around in the foliage.

He took a deep breath and put his head down, pushing himself to go a little faster. Thankfully, he was almost home.

That was when the howl sounded.

He halted and jerked his head toward the forest, knowing that no wolves lived in Beacon Hills and, yet, that was a very distinct wolf howl.

His heart leapt into his throat and he turned toward the howl right as a giant mass crashed through the trees. Stiles yelped in fright as two blood red eyes zeroed in on him, he flailed and tripped over himself in his hurry to outrun the beast. In his moment of clumsiness, large white teeth clamped down on his bag, yanking him backward. He slipped his arms through the slings and scrambled to his feet, stumbling into a run.

He heard heavy footfalls and scraping behind him. He knew he shouldn't look, just stay focused on where he was going. But, of course, he didn't listen to himself. He spared a glance over his shoulder and inhaled sharply when he saw the beast right behind him. He pushed himself to go faster, but it was no use. The beast shoved him, he lost his footing and went sprawling across the sidewalk.

He flipped around onto his back and inched further away from the hulking form. It took two steps and was directly above him, a deep snarl ripping through its throat. Before he could blink, it jerked its head down toward him and sharp teeth were piercing through his favorite plaid button-up. He screamed in pain, muscles going taut in his whole body as the beast bit through muscle, nearly hitting the bone. It shook its head, bringing tears to Stiles' eyes.

In the next second, the beast dropped him and bolted. Gunshots sounded nearby as Stiles lay there, tears streaming down into his hairline as his left shoulder shrieked in agony, blood soaking his shirt and the ground beneath him.

Heavy boots pounded past him, two sets coming to a halt on either side of where he lay. He opened his eyes slightly and saw two men standing above him, guns cocked and aimed directly at him.

"W-W-W-Wait," he stuttered through the pain, numbness and shock slowly overtaking him.

They glanced at each other and holstered their weapons, looking back down at him.

"We should get him to a hospital," one spoke, a look of pity on his dark features.

"Are you crazy?" The other snapped. "He's one of them now! We need to lock him up. Sooner rather than later."

"He's just a kid, Bruce."

Bruce snorted. “It don't matter, Mark! He's dangerous now. C'mon, let's shove him in the back."

Stiles whimpered and shouted in pain as Bruce yanked him to his feet, shoving him back the way he came. Glancing up, he saw two black SUVs parked on the side of the road closest to the forest and briefly wondered how he'd missed them.

Mark opened the back of one of the vehicles, frowning at Stiles, before Bruce practically threw him in. He landed hard on his injured shoulder and bit down on his lower lip, a pained groan slipping out.

"Shut up," Bruce shouted, sneering. "You filthy freak. Ain't nobody cares what you're going through. All we care about is ending you."

Stiles scrambled to a sitting position and stared at the men in horror right as they slammed the door shut.

His heart slamming against his ribcage, stomach churning, he listened to the two men get in the front seats of the SUV and start driving.

Panic was quickly setting in, but he pushed through it and tried to think like his dad would. Only three windows could be seen, the rest of the car cut off with a large, black wall. Two large duffle bags were set on his left side, packed full of who knew what.

A throb of pain shot through his arm as he leaned back against the right side of the vehicle, bending his knees so he could get in a better position to calm his rapid breathing. Glancing down at his shoulder, he could see the dark stain of blood soaking through  the fabric of his shoulder, covering part of his collarbone, upper abdomen and half of his arm.

He threw his head back and squeezed his eyes shut, his chest tightening further with panic. He pressed his right hand against his wound and hissed his pain, which somehow helped his breathing slow down.

Looking around in the darkening light, his mind racing with ways of how he could get out of this scenario, when realization hit him. He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out his cell phone. He glanced up as the vehicle came to a stop then quickly unlocked the screen and went to his messaging app. He clicked on the text conversation he had with his dad and bit his lip, thinking of a good way to warn his father while being subtle, just in case these creeps nabbed his phone. The two front doors of the vehicle opened and slammed shut and he quickly typed out three numbers - 911.

Right as the back door started to open, he hit send and shoved his phone back in his pocket.

Bruce stepped forward and grabbed him by the front of his shirt, pulling him out and dropping him onto the dirt below. Stiles groaned and looked up at them as they closed the back of the SUV. Bruce was looking down at him with disgust before he yanked him to his feet and pushed him to move forward. Mark stayed behind the two, a blank expression on his face.

Stiles looked around, trying to make sense of his surroundings. It was a tad too difficult since the sun was gone completely, covering everything in black, and trees and shrubbery were their only companions.

Bruce grabbed his arm and pulled him into a sharp left turn. Stiles bit his tongue to keep the curse from slipping out of his mouth, not knowing what thus guy could do to him. Normally, he wouldn't care, but seeing as he was already in immense pain, he didn't particularly want to risk it.

The men took him down a large steep, eventually reaching some old, broken steps and then to a large door which Bruce pushed open, shoving Stiles inside first. The young man stumbled and glanced around the small interior, only being greeted with cement walls and floor, a small barred window on the opposite wall, a torn up mattress and a toilet. He spun back to look at them but they were already closing the door, Bruce seeming very well pleased at the obvious panic written all over his face.

Stiles raced forward right as the door clicked shut and slammed a fist against it. "Hey! Let me out!!" Panic shot through his veins and he slammed his fist repeatedly on the hard surface, even throwing in a kick. "My dad's the sheriff! He'll find me and you guys will go away for a long time! Better to just let me out now!!"

He attacked the door for only a few more minutes before he finally stepped away, knowing the men didn't care and were probably long gone now. He pressed his hand against his chest, right above his heart and below his wound, as his breathing came in quick heaves. He sank to the dirty floor and wrapped his arms around his knees, tears running down his cheeks as the panic overtook him.

Thoughts of doubt and fear that he wouldn't be found, that no one would care, surged forward. As if the panic attack was bad enough, his mind just had to throw these thoughts at him. When he was completely alone. In a small room in the middle of nowhere.

One single thought reached through his panic and he frantically reached for his phone. When his fingers felt only emptiness in his pocket, he felt around the other pockets, only to be met with the same thing.

He pressed the palm of his hands against his eyes, a sinking feeling in his gut.

He was never getting out of here.

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Any Skyrim themed fics? Or similar ones? Like medieval fantasy kinda au, is there a tag for that? Thanks for all the updates dudes

Here you go!  -Emmy

If Only I Could by adjourn 

(3,278 I Teen I Complete)   *sterek

Derek fights for his life; Stiles does his thing.

To Bring a Glow to Your Grace by EthanBissbort (ebissbort)

(4,292 I Mature I WIP)  *sterek, scallison, magic!stiles, major character death

Stiles Stilinski, the last spark, and Derek Hale, the male heir to the Hale Dominion have been declared to be wed in the coming months by Her Grace, Queen Talia Hale.

Immediately, their courtship is fraught with discomfort, and sometimes outright dislike, with the two being almost complete opposites.The future of the Dominion could be in danger, which would threaten all those under the protection of the Dominion from the ongoing Calaveran Inquisition.The only hope for peace might be an alliance with the Argent-Merovingian family, but that itself is nearly as dangerous as facing the Inquisition.

Frostfall by cirtolthiel 

(8,391 i Mature I WIP)  *sterek, scallison, jackson/lydia, magic!stiles

The story of how Stiles met a strange man on the road and how he changed his life.

(The Adventures of Stiles & Co. in Skyrim.)

Faoladh by 3rdgenderfromthesun 

(19,894 I Mature I complete)  *sterek, mates, medieval, intersex, loss of virginity

Prince Stiles has always been in love with the legend of the Faoladh- skin walkers who use the pelt of wolves to transform into their feral counterparts- but he never imagined he would be kidnapped in order to lure out the supposedly mythical creatures. The legends said that they found and returned lost children to their families and guarded the woods surrounding his father’s kingdom, but Stiles was long past being a child when a dark furred Faoladh came to his rescue.

Wolf Winter by DarkAthena (seraphim_grace), seraphim_grace     

(30,965 I Mature I WIP)  *sterek, Scottish romance, medieval

Stiles is the legitimate omega son of King Deucalion, tricked by his brother Theo into running away he is trapped, ruined and unable to return home he finds himself stuck, captured as a poacher by the infamous Hale clan he claims sanctuary in their small chapel and Peter puts him to work, with Derek just returned from the crusades he needs a new healer and the only option they’ve got is the boy in the chapel who is pretending to be a beta   

The Wolf in the Tower by exclamation

(44,024 I Mature I WIP)  *sterek, witch!stiles

Too many people are scared of witches so when Stiles accidentally sets a building on fire with magic, he is taken prisoner and dragged before Lord Hale. Rather than leave an untrained magic user free, Peter Hale thinks he might be able to make use of Stiles’ skills and hands Stiles over to his sorceror Deaton to be trained. Stiles is still unsure about his future, but he’s even more confused when he finds out that one of his new duties involves feeding the black wolf imprisoned at the top of one of the towers. There’s something very strange about this wolf and Stiles can’t help wondering if magic might be involved.

Thirsty for You by 3rdgenderfromthesun

(47,668 I Mature I Complete)  *sterek, consort!stiles, prostitution, asexuality, attempted non/con, intersex

Stiles would do anything to save his brother Scott, even hand his virginity over to a prince in order to break a curse. The only problem was the Prince seemed to be lousy at anything involving an attempt at ending the drought that plagued their country, even though Stiles was so very willing. Instead he was obsessed with keeping Stiles away from Peter and… teaching him to read?

The Alpha King and the Highland Prince by DesiSky

(78,978 I Explicit I WIP)  *sterek, derek/lydia, stiles/omc, werewolf!stiles

Derek was a hardened warrior prince living for others expectations. Stiles was a free spirited prince who was loved for it. their lives smash together when their lands go to war. Now that Stiles is prisoner of his enemy the now Alpha King of England, both he and Derek must reconcile their anger and sense of duty with their creeping infatuation with the man they should hate the most.