6 members of the pack come down with a human
flu with human flu symptoms and human flu pain. Only a mothers love can help
them. Or maybe just Stilinski cuddles.
(4/4 I 1,818 I
Not Rated I No Pairing I Magic Stiles)
In Beacon Hills you wouldnât expect things to get weirder; but they do. Stiles
finds out a family secret hidden from him for years. The pack start to schedule
pack nights to bond. Yes even Jackson and the twins. They find out that humans
can be members of the pack. And are Mama McCall and Papa Stilinski getting
closer? Relationships happen, people cuddle, and is Scott a puppy incarnate? I
donât know! Youâll have to read the story.
(Ÿ I 2,373 I
Not Rated (General) I Sterek I Kid!Fic)
Stiles and Derek are great parents and are
enjoying every last moment of raising their child together, but they havenât
been on a date since baby Laura was born 6 months ago. Derek thought he should
change that and with help from Lydia, Allison and rest of the pack heâll bring
back romance back into his relationship.
This Story is about how Stiles find out that he
is Derekâs Mate. Itâs basically a lot of romantic Fluff, Disaster and Pack
Stuff.
The Story is set at the same time like season 3
A, but Erica and Boyd never run away and never get into the hands of the alpha
pack. Itâs kind of a Season 3 A AU, but with many changes.
Continuation of that other one I wrote, Derek
and Stiles decides that a family camping trip will be good for their unit. The
two have decidedly different views on what camping entails.
âHey Derek, whereâd you put the meat for
the trip?â Stiles asks, skimming his long list of camping essentials. Hot
dogs over the fire is an absolute necessity as far as heâs concerned and since,
you know, werewolves being strong, they could even bring a pan to cook steaks
or whatever in.
âWhy would we bring meat?â Derek
absently responds, looking over his own list for packtivities.
Stiles Stilinski goes back to live with his
abusive father, his father doesnât want anyone to know his son is a werewolf so
he can become sheriff. Can Stiles keep it a secret that he is a werewolf even
if he is face to face with is mate?
(1/? I 8,306 I
Sterek, Allison/Isaac, Scira, Berica, Marrish I Rape)
Everyone has their secrets, Stiles is no diffrent.
He terrified someone will find out, terrified everyone will leave him,
disgusted by him, but most of all heâs terrified they will take it from him.
(16/17 I 53,249 I
Sterek, Steter, Skittles, Scallison, Melissa/Sheriff I Girl!Stiles)
Stilesâ mother died when she was five. She
learned to cope and when Scott came into her life, he helped her overcome the
feeling. However, the simple friendship slowly become something more for
Stiles, yet it all changed when Allison came into the picture and Scott turned
into a werewolf. Stiles deals with all the feels, problems and one scary alpha
called Derek (and also his creepy zombie uncle). How can Stiles cope?
What happens when you meet your pen pal and theyâre perfect even when life isnât?
Little does Stiles know that the teacher who started writing him
letters a few months into his last deployment with the Army would become
the person he would lean on the most when his life changes forever.
(I wanted to post this again with the second part because I fixed them up so theyâre a little better and I realized I did like the second part.)
Awww Gri I love you too babe! I mixed the prompt and put a dash of Allydia in there for you and it got BIG, I hope you like it! All my love and gratitude to @mahnaxmahnaâ Â for the beta work on this youâre amazing!
Stiles hated valentineâs day.
âNo, thatâs not true. Itâs not like I hate it, okay? I just think it is a day made up for capitalists to earn money. I mean there is a whole section of the market just for it? Itâs flower shops, food companies, teddy bears, restaurants, hotels, and a lot of our entertainment section is directioned to a day of the year made for us to spend money. Itâs ridiculous.â
âYou know that you actually sound like a whiny bitch without a date, right? Trust me on this Stiles, you donât want to be that bitch. You want to be the fierce bitch who getâs the girl, or the guy, or the non binary person. Sometimes your pansexuality tires me. I mean, I have to cover all the bases, while you arenât getting on anyoneâs bases,â Lydia told him for tenth time.
They were lazing around Lydiaâs office, waiting for the last print of pictures to decide which one they would put in the current issue, but their photographer was late. Stiles was currently lying in Lydiaâs expensive couch that was indeed more comfortable than Stiles bed, while Lydia had her legs up on the desk. Perks of being the Editor in Chief and the creative director of the QUEER magazine.
âRight, why not throw it in your best friendâs face that heâs not getting laid, or getting loved. And also insult his sexuality in the process. Someday Iâll believe you and file a lawsuit against you, Lyds.â
âAs if you would ever sue me. First, you know you would lose because Allison would kick your lawyerâs ass in the next generation, and second, you love me too much to risk it. Talking about Ally, I want to tell you something, but I donât know if you can keep your bloody mouth shut.â
âWhat? Lydia? You canât just look to me and say, look I gotta tell you something but I canât. I have anxiety and Iâm also very curious and nosy, you know I need to know, and I need to know now! Besides I would never tell anyone your secret.â
âYou would. If it was anything related to Ally, you would sell my soul in a blink of an eye.â She gave him a meaningful look and he had to yield.
âOkay, youâre right. I would tell Ally. But sheâs my sister Lydia, itâs like my duty.â
âIâm not criticizing the fact you put my girlfriend first Stiles. I would never get between you two, you know that, but I want this to be kept secret. I need it to be.â
Stiles sat up and took a second to look at Lydia, really look at her, and he noticed a emotion so rare, that it was almost like a pod person had taken control of his best friendâs body.
Lydia Martin was insecure, and there was only one reason for her to feel like that.
Stiles thought the Blind Date With a Book trend was a great way to drum up business for his small bookshop. He definitely thought it was a great idea after the hot guy kept returning and buying more blind dates with books.
Derek didnât know how he kept getting set up on blind dates by his family, or why he kept going on them. The highlight of his night was when the date was over and he could go to the little bookshop in town and buy something to read for the rest of the night. He wanted to read, not date.
sterek hs au: stiles is grounded, so derek sneaks in through the window.
Stiles jumps and makes an awkward squeaking noise when he hears something tap on his window. He glances over to see Derekâs face peering through the glass. He tries to regain some of his dignity as he crosses the room to flip the latch and raise the window.
âYou do know that I have a front door?â Stiles asks as Derek easily leaps over the sill, landing gracefully and silently.
Derek straightens and shrugs, then gives Stiles a cocky smirk. âFigured you might not want your dad to know Iâm here.â
Stiles plops down on the bed, frowning. âBeing grounded sucks.â
âItâs your own fault,â Derek says as he starts walking around Stilesâ room aimlessly. He goes over to a shelf and starts touching the action figures lining the edge. Stiles stares at him appreciatively, from the tight jeans to the leather jacket thatâs slightly too big for Derekâs frame. âYou shouldnât have lied to him.â
âYou should have been paying more attention to the surroundings! Whatâs the point of having a werewolf boyfriend if he canât even hear approaching cars or deputies approaching the car!â Stiles frowns at Derekâs back, and as if Derek can feel it, he turns around with a raised brow.
There are times when he feels as if they could fall into bed together, easy as breathing. If Stiles were not highborn, if he were an omega without connections, Derek would be sorely tempted. As it is, he resists. Derek wants, he yearns, but he resists. Still, the sight of Stiles in his cot is enough to test him, even now that it is familiar. At the end of each lambing season, he sleeps for a week, worn down by months of hard work, of relentless struggle. He doesnât know how heâll feel by the time Stiles leaves, how heâll feel after long days and longer nights spent resisting the insistent tug of Stilesâs scent and the inclinations of his own foolish heart. All Derek wants is to get through the lambing season with his body and spirit intact. He had thought that the blizzards would be the main danger, not a highborn omega with beautiful eyes and a stubborn streak.
For all that Stiles had enjoyed calling Derekâs betas puppies, in actuality he had been the one most resembling such a creature: all big, brown, expressive eyes, full cheeks, and a body he didnât seem to have read the instruction manual on. Heâd been all long, twitchy fingers and spastic limbs with a mouth that rattled on without regard for concepts like thought or even safety.
Which was why seeing him now was such a shock to Derekâs system.
If Stiles was excited or nervous or surprised at seeing Derek after all these years, Derek couldnât tell. His scent was a blank, giving away nothing. His heartbeat was steady, less jagged than it had been as a teenager, either owing to the lack of medicinal smell or due to⊠Derek shied away from thoughts of why. He knew he didnât get to do that. Not after running away and leaving the mess of Beacon Hills to a bunch of frightened â but so brave â teenagers.
âDerek,â Stiles had said with a simple little nod when Derek had stumbled to a halt upon entering the coffee shop all those minutes ago, no surprise in his tone to match the stomach churning shock Derek was feeling. Just a dip of his chin in bland acknowledgement after three years of silence. There was nothing in his tone or posture to help Derek navigate this situation.
Because the Stiles standing before him was not a puppy. Those eyes that used to glow with happiness and roll with sarcasm were steady now, hard and dark. They took in everything without blinking. Those once-full cheeks were hollowed, not by starvation but by the realities of life.
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