#werewolf!derek

[suis0u]

[imagine-sterek]

Imagine a Twilight Au where Derek moves with his sister and uncle to Forks (Or Beacon Hills) and encounters stiles, a vampire living there but Derek isn’t human either and stiles can find out why Derek smells so good considering he’s a werewolf.

[stereklibrary]

out of my head and into your arms by starcanopus (1/1 | 2,650 | T)

“He’s going to rip my throat out with his teeth.” Stiles says morbidly as he watches the werewolf move to the bench press and- oh god, how many fucking kilograms is that?

“There’s not going to be enough left of me remaining to identify my body with.”

[celestialvoid-fanfiction]

Sterek Hotel Transylvania AU: For monsters, there is a place of sanctuary hidden beyond the haunted forests and creepy marshes, far from the human world: Hotel Transylvania. On one special weekend, Robert Hale invites every monster to the hotel to celebrate his son Derek’s 118th birthday.

As part of his birthday, Derek asks if he can venture out into the human world. His dad agrees, telling him there’s a town not too far into the forest—but the town is a set up and the zombie bellhops dress up as humans in order to scare Derek into returning home and staying there, where he’ll be safe.

However, everything goes wrong when a human unwittingly follows the zombies back from the town and crashes the party. Stiles, a free-spirited young man who has been wandering around the world, gets caught up in the festivities, disguising himself as a monster and hiding the fact that he’s a human from everyone at the party. However, when Stiles runs into Derek and something happens—they fall in love.

Stiles and Derek get along wonderfully, but as they grow closer, Robert grows more weary. He takes Stiles to a private room—covered in dust and shrouded in darkness. He leads Stiles over to a large portrait that hangs on the wall, the curtain pulled down enough to see the beautiful face of the young lady.

Stiles exclaims that he knows her: Lady Talia Hale. He says that he’d travelled to the castle where she had lived and had learnt about her story; she fell in love with a count and they lived in the castle, but one night, a fire started and the family died. He says that when he had been there, it felt as if a soul had been trapped there.

Robert tells him that he’s partially right. The fire wasn’t an accident: the villagers had started it as they tried to hunt down the count and his wife. The count and their child had escaped, but Talia had died.

He steps forward and tears the curtain down, revealing the other half of the portrait: a young man standing beside Talia, smiling. It’s Robert.

He explains that he built the hotel to keep his son safe, and that he has tried to keep Derek there in order to protect him. Stiles promises that things have changed, that monsters are no longer hunted and Derek would be safe if he left.

“Can you promise me that, if we were to go into the human world, everyone would accept us?” Robert asks.

Stiles, heartbroken but understanding Robert’s worry, says he cannot. He promises to leave, but Robert asks him to stay one last night so as not to ruin Derek’s birthday.

Derek’s party is a great success . But that all changes when Derek kisses Stiles; Robert overreacts, and in his outburst, inadvertently confesses to deceiving Derek with the town. Among the chaos, Stiles is revealed to be a human. The guests are outraged by the deceit at play, but Derek is undeterred and wants to be with Stiles. Stiles – out of respect for Robert – pretends to be revolted by Derek and rejects him before leaving the hotel.

Derek is heartbroken. Robert goes looking for his son, finding him sitting on the roof and cradling the present his mother from his mother. Robert tries to comfort his son, but Derek passes him the book, a story that Talia had written about how she and Robert fell in love. Derek admits that he fell in love with Stiles, but thinks Stiles didn’t love him back.

Robert realises that he was wrong; in trying to protect his son, he had only ended up hurting him.

He chases after Stiles, tracking him down and apologising for everything he’d done.

When Robert returns to the hotel, he returns with Stiles. Stiles admits that the feelings were mutual and that he fell in love with Derek too.

[all-or-nothing-baby]

The Believer

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Before everything, if he were to speculate the origin of Weres, like, primordial Werewolf soup—as a dude does while trying to sleep at 3.14am—Stiles would've guessed at some sort of freaky-deaky-evolution-gone-gaga crap. Y'know, wolf meets and mates with human... mutant baby half-wolf has first birthday... then years later takes half-wolf cousin to prom and... ew, okay, that got weird fast. But you get the picture.

Because, magic? Who'da thought that was a thing?

But when Derek crawls into bed alongside Stiles, tracking every inch of his body with lightning-blue eyes, Stiles is a true believer.

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For Friday's @sterekdrabbles challenge. The words were "origin", "speculate" and "soup".

[eternalsterekrecs]

Heyo, really appreciate that you guys take your time to run this blog. Do you have any AU recs where Derek’s a beta? Either in werewolf terms or A/B/O?

We only have Derek as a beta werewolf, not any A/B/O fic. We hope it’s okay.

DEREK IS A BETA WEREWOLF

For My Flesh Had Turned to Fur, and My Thoughts Had Turned to You by literaryoblivion

They’ve known about the other pack for quite some time now. They know the pack is young and small, formed together more by accident and necessity than anything else. But, they haven’t done anything about them because they’ve been fairly quiet, kept to themselves, and haven’t caused any trouble.

That is until the Hales start hearing rumors about the McCall pack acquiring a very young and inexperienced but powerful witch.

So Alpha Hale sends her eldest son, Derek, for all intents and purposes, to spy on the McCall pack and their so-called witch, to see what the truth of the situation is.

So Shed Your Skin and Lets Get Started by halfhardtorock

He's sixteen and in the woods on the wrong side of the town-line and he's so fucking fucked.

He knows he's not supposed to run, they teach that to you in preschool (don't run from a Were, back away slowly and walk with care), but they never told you how it would feel, standing alone in the dark with your heart beating in your throat as those glowing eyes tracked you from the shadows.

I’ve Got A Sure Thing by skoosiepants

Stiles's water breaks ten miles outside of Beacon Hills.

Weave Soft Spells Over My Sight by AgnesBlue

Derek had blossomed steadily over the past year, growing into his ears and turning even more handsome, if that were possible. But instead of going out and melting the panties off the girls, suddenly he was coming to Stiles all bashed in, demanding that he patch him up like Stiles was some freelance nurse. It was a familiar pattern by now.

AU in which Stiles has been living with the Hales for a few years as their assistant and friend. He needs to deal with Derek, who keeps coming to Stiles with bruises and cuts to be treated, while trying to figure out what the elderly alpha of the Hale pack is up to.

re-connect by pineneedlepants

It takes Stiles six months to track Derek down into a wooden cabin in the middle of nowhere. He doesn't plan on bumping into Scott while he's trying to coax Derek into coming back to Beacon Hills with him, but his brother seems to have a knack in always appearing in the most convenient of times, when all the hard stuff has already been done.

Stiles thinks that, after all these years of Scott being on the road with Chris Argent, saving just-turned kids from other hunters, Scott should have had matured a lot since they've last seen each other. After a painfully slow trek through a blizzard and stumbling into Derek's cozy little den, Stiles realizes that maybe he's been holding a little too much hope over his brother's growth.

At least Derek is amendable to hearing Stiles' request. Even if Stiles does so while smothering Scott with a pillow to keep his scathing comments to himself.

Puppy Love by Jerakeen

"You stole half the dogs in town," his dad says, hands on his hips. "I should arrest you."

"They're in protective custody," Stiles corrects him. He's trying to sound serious, but it's almost impossible when you have a Pomeranian eating your hair.

running with the wind by thepsychicclam

Derek's been running and hopes he can find sanctuary in the Stilinski Pack's territory. The Alpha isn't the strong sheriff he thought he was, but a sarcastic awkward teenager that Derek finds he kinda hates.

Abominable by Revenant

Where Derek buys a secluded cabin halfway up a mountain, meets a yeti and falls in love with Stiles, but not necessarily in that order.

[hale-of-stiles-heart]

“Listen, we have very thin walls and I heard you crying in the shower, are you okay?” au Pleaseeeeee!!

I know it’s like 5:30 am but I hope you like it! (also on ao3!)

Derek wasn't usually a nosy neighbor. Quite the opposite, in fact.

He was an introvert at heart. He had been ever since he was a little kid.

It was just another facet of his personality, one that his sisters and absolutely adored poking fun at. It was a great source of entertainment amongst a pack of werewolves that valued camaraderie and community above all else.

That wasn't to say Derek didn't cherish those values just as much as the rest of his pack. In fact, he appreciated them more than anyone else solely because he was so selective about the company he kept.

In high school, he had only had two friends, Boyd and Erica, who managed to accommodate his reticence and dry humor enough to want to actively hang out with him. Beyond them, he didn't have many friends, or acquaintances period.

Sure, he had been popular enough thanks to the positions he held on the basketball and baseball teams — being captain wasn't something to turn one's nose up at — but that popularity was limited outside of games.

He had never been invited to the parties celebrating the wins that he was mostly responsible. He had always been both grateful for and annoyed by that fact: on one hand he hated parties with a passion but on the other hand, it was nice to be invited.

While he almost single-handedly carried both teams he played on, he had always been, and always would be, a nerd at heart. He would take a quiet afternoon spent reading and sipping tea over a raucous night partying any day.

That being said, it was no wonder why he became an English teacher.

After graduating from Stanford, he managed to secure a highly sought after position at the high school in his hometown. Apparently, the previous holder of the position was a darach, reminding him of just how crazy the little town of Beacon Hills was.

After a few months of living with his parents while he settled into his new job, Derek found himself an apartment in town. It was closer to the school than the Hale House which meant a shorter commute which in turn meant he could sleep in for just a little longer.

In his seven years living in his apartment he had seen several neighbors come and go, nearly half a dozen or so. And all of them had their little quirks.

First, there had been Mrs. Peterson with her seven cats and fifteen grandchildren. She had been bright and sunny, always bringing Derek cookies and pies and other baked goods.

She used to play oldies at all hours of the night. She claimed it was the only way she could stay asleep for more than a few hours at a time.

She eventually moved out of the building in order to live with one of her grandchildren in Florida. Her seven cats went with her.

Mr. Twain was his next neighbor, a balding middle aged man who was going through a messy divorce. He smoked enough pot to mellow out an alpha on the full moon, the smell seeping into Derek's apartment.

After meeting a nice woman with two kids, Mr. Twain got married and moved out of his apartment. Unfortunately, the stench of cheap pot lingered long after he had left.

His next neighbor was Riley Morris, a single mother of three who worked two jobs. Her dog, a little ankle biting Yorkie, rarely shut up.

Derek wasn't proud of it, but he had resorted to flashing his eyes at the little yapper just to get it to shut the hell up so he could grade papers.

She moved out after getting a promotion that allowed her to quit her second job and move into a small house. Derek never once missed the incessant barking of her damned Yorkie.

Next came Taylor Rhodes, a recent college graduate reveling in all of the luxuries of life. From a downright ridiculous amount of sex to illegal drugs, she embraced all aspects of hedonism.

Of course, that was eventually her downfall. She was arrested only five months after moving in.

The other neighbors weren't exactly worth mentioning, a bickering couple bogged down by asinine gender roles followed by an old teammate of Derek's that was addicted to Netflix and rarely showered.

Then there was his new neighbor. Stiles.

He had moved in seven months ago, a young guy about a few years Derek's junior. His big brown eyes and pouty lips paired with his wild sex hair and mole dotted porcelain skin made him look like a model but he claimed to be a cop.

Derek had been suspicious but there was no indication of a lie in his new neighbor's heartbeat. Which meant the local sheriff's department was hiring twinks to fight crime.

Wonderful. Derek felt safer already.

Stiles seemed like a model neighbor at first. He was quiet and took his garbage out on time, was discreet as possible about his occasional hookups, and didn't have any obnoxious habits.

Except for the crying in the shower. But that was more disconcerting than annoying.

About three weeks ago, Derek had noticed something extremely odd while showering after work. The sound of soft sobbing.

Pausing with his arms raised, fingers buried in his hair to massage shampoo into his scalp, Derek had tried to figure out where exactly the sound was coming from.

At first, he suspected that he might have accidentally left his TV on. But he quickly discounted that theory since he hadn't turned the TV on all day.

His mind had then jumped to his phone which was resting on the bathroom sink, his shower playlist on full blast. But he knew every song on the playlist and none of them sounded even remotely like someone sobbing.

Other options exhausted, Derek had, quite literally, pressed his ear to the wall. The wall he shared with his neighbor. His neighbor who was crying in the shower.

Feeling like he was intruding on a vulnerable moment, Derek had quickly rinsed the suds out of his hair and climbed out of the shower. He figured it would be best to leave his neighbor to his sorrow.

The next time he had taken a shower, coincidentally at the same time as Stiles whose schedule seemed to sync up with Derek's without a hitch, he had heard the police officer crying again. And again, he had fled his bathroom to give him more privacy.

But the pattern was already set in motion and it seemed as though every time Derek took a shower Stiles did. And every time, Stiles cried.

It was a heavy crying, too. Not just a few sniffles. No, it was a hiccuping bout of heavy sobbing, the kind that made one's stomach ache and their head pound with a migraine.

It was pained. Full of palpable sorrow and indescribable grief. Heart-wrenching wails that echoed against the tiles.

They seemed to stab Derek in the gut, twisting blades that nearly made him whine in sympathy for his neighbor. His friendly, sarcastic neighbor with the brilliant smile and biting wit who always seemed like he could conquer the world.

Which is why, after three weeks of sitting through Stiles' sobbing in the shower, Derek found himself knocking on his neighbor's front door, a Tupperware container full of cookies in his free hand.

"Yeah, I'll be right there!" Stiles' deeper than expected voice called, always catching Derek off guard with how deep it was. Nodding to himself, he waited patiently for Stiles to answer the door.

In all honesty, Derek hadn't given much thought to what he was going to say. He had been packing up some chocolate chip cookies to send to his older sister in New York when he heard the now familiar sound of Stiles crying.

Something in him had snapped and before he knew what he was doing, he was shoving a bunch of cookies into a plastic container and rushing out of his apartment. He didn't know whether to chalk it up to werewolf instinct or his own fascination with his gorgeous neighbor.

Either way, there he was, standing in the hallway waiting for Stiles.

"Yo," Stiles greeted, pulling his door open a fraction to peer out at Derek. His hair was still wet, unbelievably messy like he had just run a towel over it.

He was wearing a baggy Mets t-shirt, a good portion of his collarbone on display, revealing smooth pale skin. His big brown eyes were rimmed with red, evidence of his tears.

"Oh, hey..." Stiles drawled, opening the door wider. Cocking his head to the side, he asked, "Derek, right? What's up, dude?"

Without any more preamble, Derek very eloquently blurted, "Are you okay?"

Stiles' brows immediately drew together. "What?"

"Listen, we have very thin walls and I keep hearing you cry in the shower," Derek explained in a rush. "Are you okay?"

The last thing Derek expected was for Stiles' face to split into a radiant grin, looking absolutely delighted. Looking seconds away from clapping his hands and skipping, Stiles demanded, "Really? I was that believable? Dude, that's awesome!"

"I... Uh... Wait, what?" Derek stammered, fumbling over his words as he began to fidget with the Tupperware container in his hands.

"Oh, yeah, that probably sounded really fucking weird, huh?" Stiles countered, scratching the side of his head. When Derek just nodded, dumbfounded, he continued on, explaining, "My friend Kira's working on this play and someone had to drop out at the last minute so she asked me to fill in so I've been practicing to make sure I'm believable on stage."

Oh. That made sense, Derek guessed. It was still weird as hell, but it made sense.

And there was no trace of a lie in the explanation.

"Were you really worried about me?" Stiles inquired, chewing his bottom lip. He glanced at the container in Derek's hands.

"Uh, yeah," Derek answered dumbly. Dropping his eyes to the cookies, he thrust his arms out, announcing, "I, uh, brought you some cookies. Thought they could cheer you up."

"They're definitely working," Stiles declared, beaming up at Derek with a wide grin. Stepping to the side, he wondered aloud, "Do you-Do you wanna come in?"

Derek realized that he did. More than anything. Introverted tendencies be damned.

[mad-madam-m]

Since you mentioned Grinch I've got to tell you about the dream I had: Stiles lives in Christmas Town and feels like he doesn't "fit" with the other elves, he tries tho. At a festival conference he meets Derek, the werewolf from Halloween Town, and everything about Halloween fascinates Stiles, he visits Halloween more and more and ofc he and Derek fall in love. In the end it's revealed that Stiles isn't an elf, he's a grinch. So he decides to move to Halloween and live with Derek.

Oh my God this is like a crossover between How the Grinch Stole Christmas and The Nightmare Before Christmas (but like, a reverse Nightmare Before Christmas?) and I have to tell you, anon, I am INTO IT. I love the idea of Stiles learning about Halloween and falling in love with both the holiday and with Derek, and finally finding a place where he feels like he belongs.

And I have to make sure everyone has read this fic where Derek is a Grinch and Stiles is a snow elf (which is slightly different than what you’re talking about but equally adorable, and if you haven’t read it YOU SHOULD): Jingle Grouch by aggybird.