Tag: sterek gifset

fuckyeahsterekaus:

Creator: @herosterek

Type of Work: Gifset

AU type/trope: Break up/Make up

Summary: 

There are some nights where Stiles dreams of spending endless nights in Derek’s bed with nothing to worry about, sleeping side by side and taking comfort in having Derek snore right next to him. When he wakes from those dreams, chest constricted with fear that the void has come back to get him, twisted grip around his heart and pulling him into the dark, Stiles knows he won’t let Derek be dragged down with him. 

There are some nights where Derek lays in bed with Stiles sprawled out over his chest, smelling of fear, fingers clenched tight into Derek’s skin. He’s not unfamiliar to the plague that nightmares bring. All Derek knows is that he’d fight the world to keep Stiles. He’d battle anything and everything that stands in their way. Those nights, Derek knows he’d sink down with Stiles by his side no matter how far down they get pulled. Those nights, Derek thinks, are the nights he knows that he’d follow Stiles to the ends of the earth without hesitation, together.

hoechlinth:

Sterek AU: Stiles thinks that waiting for Derek in his room will be spontaneous and romantic, however Derek doesn’t seem to see it that way. The terms ‘creepy’ and ‘stalkerish’ may have been mentioned and the phrase ‘get the hell out of my room, Stiles!’ might have been used. Over all though, Stiles doesn’t think this is too bad a start to their epic (and clearly destined) romance. At least now he has definite confirmation that Derek knows his name. 

werelinski:

sterek!au:
Stiles can’t help but notice how good –he’s like the baby whisperer or something– Derek is with the babies in the pack and feels that they’re due for a pup of their own, ASAP. He leaves not so subtle hints in the hope that Derek can figure things out by himself. Turns out Derek’s more oblivious than he thought. 

fanfictionfridge:

@sterekweek-2018 – Day 3: Vampires

It all began the night Scott and Stiles were camping in the Beacon Hills preserve. Stiles went out looking for more firewood and ran into a wolf with glowing red eyes. He fled back to Scott, who reassured him there wasn’t news of any wolves being back in California and even if there were, they had plenty of easier prey than humans—it’s not like the wolf bothered to chase after Stiles. Stiles relaxed further when Scott explained to him that red eyes were probably just a refraction from the flashlight.

After the trip, Stiles went on a research spree for red-eyed wolves anyway, and the result was a mish-mash of shapeshifter and vampire lore, along with rumors about the abandoned Hale house supposedly being overrun with red-eyed animals. Stiles took his trusty metal bat to investigate, choosing to do it while daylight still poured into the foyer.

It wasn’t enough to stop the attack.

Derek was at least two hundred years old, a vampiric shapeshifter who could withstand indirect sunlight. He usually kept to himself, bored by humankind except when he needed to sustain himself. He’d already fed the night when the kid stumbled upon him, and he thought that’d be the last time he’d be seeing him. But here was the same kid finding his domain, armed with nothing but a bat, as though he was taunting Derek with the cliche of vampires turning into bats. It was so foolishly brave that Derek wanted to know more.

Derek didn’t like getting attached, but everything about Stiles—from his unyielding sarcasm to the sweet taste of his blood—brought up an urge to own every last shred of him. 

And Stiles was willing to do whatever it took to stay in Derek’s graces, including convincing himself that he wanted everything that Derek offered.

It couldn’t stay like that forever. Stiles warned Derek that his dad was the Sheriff and the longer Derek kept him prisoner, the more intensive the search would become. Derek warned Stiles he’d find him if he tried to run, nothing could stop Derek from taking his claim whenever he pleased.

Stiles’s waning health was what got to Derek. Stiles wasn’t himself anymore and he tasted sour. So Derek agreed to release Stiles back to the other humans on his own terms.

Stiles lay in his hospital room, alternating between gut wrenching shame and grief. He refused to tell Dad where he’d been missing for over two weeks or why his body was covered in what seemed like bite marks in various states of healing. When Scott came with pizza and DVDs, hoping to distract him, Stiles didn’t even bother unwrapping from his blanket burrito. Scott hoped Stiles would text him whenever he felt better. What Stiles didn’t say was he doubted he’d ever feel better with the figurative gaping hole in his chest.

The news of Stiles’s disappearance and resurface got spread around enough for hunters to hear about it. They waited patiently for an occasion when the bound human reunited with his monster before striking.

Stiles understood his feelings for Derek were twisted, but that didn’t stop him from crying out when Derek got impaled with a silver rod. He was held back from helping, forced to watch as Derek’s body withered before his very eyes. The hunters told him he was free, but Stiles didn’t feel free.

Some time later, Stiles found himself back at the Hale house, seeking something, maybe closure. He nearly pissed himself when he found Derek again. Turned out that the precautions the hunters took in burying the corpse weren’t entirely accurate for Derek’s species, and the lingering magic in Derek’s body resuscitated him, burning his powers out in the process. It’d take centuries for Derek to return to his former glory, and without bloodlust clouding his judgment, the last thing he wanted was for Stiles to get hurt because of it, especially when Stiles never even got a choice in the matter.

Stiles followed Derek’s final order. He went abroad to college, traveling and dating and living for over twenty years before he came back, unable to let go of his brief childhood memory of Derek despite all that time spent apart. This time, though, he knew what he was choosing, and Derek welcomed him home.