OMG. This fic is so good!!!
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Not wanting to think on it took much, Stiles took a step forward and passed his hand between the bars, moving the bleeding side closer to Derek’s mouth.
“Not too close, he bites.”
Stiles snatched his hand away just as Derek had been about to lick at it. The snarl he got in response was not comforting.
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Call me, maybe (but not in the library) by @bibliosexualll
“Coffee’s good. I like coffee,” Stiles says cautiously. Obviously it’s a wrong number, but this is an interesting conversation.
There’s a long pause, and then: “You’re not Erica.”
Stiles can’t help it. He snorts. “Yeah, no, dude, that’d be pretty difficult since I’m a guy.”
“Right. Uh. Sorry, wrong number—” Mystery Caller starts to say, sounding gruffly embarrassed, but Stiles is distracted by the fact that a redhead in dangerously high heels has just burst into the bathroom, head down as she digs through her purse.
Stiles straightens, gaping, and the movement apparently catches her eye. Her head snaps up, and she gasps a startled “Oh!” followed by an indignant, “The hell are you doing in here?”
“What does it look like I’m doing? And what do you mean, what am I doing? What are you doing—” Stiles starts to say.
She gestures expansively. “This is the ladies’ room!”
Apparently Mystery Caller can hear her through the line, because he makes a noise in Stiles’ ear that’s somewhere between a cough and a laugh.
Happy Holidays Rebe! ♥
Flash Fic #33: Cut Out The Lies
Timestamp ficlet for Ignite Your Bones.
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Derek watched Stiles, watched how he moved – more fluidly now, less as if he were holding himself tight inside his own skin. He would never again be the flailing, gangly teenager he’d once been, but Derek had stopped wishing for that months ago.
Stiles was no longer a teenager, after all. Even with all the horror he’d experienced stripped away, there was no reason to expect to look at him and see one.
But the mountains had worked their magic on him, just as they had on Derek. He was easier now. Relaxed. Not cataloguing their surroundings or the people in town with the same sharp-eyed focus.
There was only one thing that still weighed on Derek.
Reaching up, Derek wiped a smear of chocolate from Stiles’ upper lip, meaning to do it quickly, but his thumb lingered, slid along the shiny line of the scar that started just below the edge of Stiles’ nostril and cut sharply down toward his chin, neatly splitting those pretty pink lips. “It wasn’t a claw,” he murmured, almost to himself, then dropped his hand and backed away, an apology on his lips when Stiles drew in a sharp breath.
Stiles didn’t let him say anything, though, his eyes flickering to the floor as his hand came up, shielding his mouth from view. “It was a sword.” He met Derek’s eyes again, something like resignation and a dull acceptance in his expression, misery in his scent.
“Stiles.” Derek reached up, took back one of the steps, erasing the distance between them, but the damage was done.
“A katana.” Stiles wiped the back of his hand across his mouth with a grimace. “After… they came to town to create the Chimeras, they did something to Kira.”
Derek went still, every sense alert. Stiles never spoke of them by name, too afraid that if Derek knew what they were, it would summon them. It always made him suspect demons, but when he’d said that, Stiles had just laughed, a bitter, broken sound.
“Before, she had a sort of symbiotic relationship with her kitsune spirit. After… it would take over. Possess her.” Stiles rubbed his finger over the scar, then ducked his head, shoving his hand into his back pocket. “One time, it saw me. Thought I was…” He swallowed, the sound heavy in the silence of the room.
“Stiles, you don’t have to–”
“But her mom was there,” Stiles said, his voice harsh as he interrupted. “She heard it say that it would cut the lies from my mouth. She… she stopped it in time. But the katana came down anyway. Objects in motion…” Stiles shrugged.
Derek didn’t know what to say. What was there to do but stand and stare, eyebrows furrowed, as Stiles’ shoulders inched up.
“So that’s it, huh?” Stiles finally asked, sounding so very weary.
“What?”
“That’s why you won’t touch me?” When Derek just stared at him in ahock, Stiles huffed out a sharp snort. “I’ve seen the way you look at me. Like I’m… something to keep. But you never touch me. Is it because I’m–”
Derek didn’t let him finish that question, just stepped forward, hands already reaching up to cup Stiles’ face, thumbs glancing across his sharp cheekbones – and leaving a trace of chocolate on one. He swallowed whatever idiocy Stiles had planned to follow that up with, his tongue tracing Stiles’ lips and delving inside when they parted.
When they finally paused for breath, Derek whispered against Stiles’ cheek. “I was afraid to touch you. At first because it seemed like you might shatter. And then because… I knew if I touched you even once, I’d never stop.”
“As he was a kid, his mother told him that there was a part in the
woods, he never should go to… that there was a creek, he never should
drink from and its well, he never should search for. His mother told him
about a great evil, trapped inside the body of a human boy, drowned in
the cursed water of the witching well.. deep inside the woods, where the
Nemeton guards..”“As he grew older and far to many bad things have happened to his
family, Derek forgot the words of his mother, as he wanted to forget the
forsaken place, where once was his home.”“But after years of nothing, strange dreams began to haunt him in his sleep..”
“Those dreams were always the same; he ran, searching for
something he didn’t know, in the deep woods where he grew up and had
wanderedthrough so many times. He remembered them, actually… but not the part
those dreams showed him… and not the fireflies. Never has he seen so
many of them before.”“A restlessness began to haunt
him with his dreams every night and Derek decided to return to the place
where he had lost his family, decided to follow his grueling dreams,
to follow the fireflies into the woods, deep enough that even the moon
wasn’t able anymore to watch over him…”_______________________________________________________________
I know that I actually wanted to draw more, actually I have drawn more, but I’m not satisfied enough with the other works, so just these two parts.
And sorry, but I won’t write this lil story any further, because it’s up to you, an open end so to speak. (I have few ideas, how this story could continue, but I can’t decide to be honest.)
Could you guys update the bathroom tag plz? I’m looking specifically for bathtub sex ewe hohohoho
here’s all the bathtub sex ao3 has
Stripped & Polished by Morgana, Winchesterek (14/14 | 77,468 | NC17)
Stiles is 17 and he’s sick of being a virgin. The last two and a half years of trying to get laid by every guy in the school (both straight and gay) haven’t worked out and the time he came onto his long time crush Jackson Whittemore blew up in his face. That was it. He was going to go out to a club and find someone to fuck him and they would be just as good as anyone else he was trying to have sex with. He goes to Jungle to scope out his prospects.
Nameless and Shameless by thisstarvingartist (6/6 | 24,393 | NC17)
Plot: Derek goes into serious Bloodlust when he kills the Alpha and Stiles… well, Stiles is hoping that that look doesn’t mean he’s about to get ripped in half, if he’s honest.
Or, the one where Derek will go feral unless he has a mate to help him curb his bloodlust; cue Stiles.
How Many Licks by sassygayhales (EternalxBond) (1/1 | 3,144 | NC17)
Stiles decides to wash Derek’s hair over the side of the bathtub while wearing nothing but a white shirt and briefs. Derek discovers how susceptible they are to water in about three paragraphs.
For the single parent AU prompt ask! I’m having lunch out with my best friend and my kid, and you’re really cute, but you absolutely think the two of us are married dads.
Jo is used to it.
Every single time they go out to a restaurant or a store or even that hike that one time, some busybody with way to much blush on and choking hairspray ambles up to them.
“Oh aren’t you the cutest things. You know my cousin’s dog walker’s hair dresser’s niece is gay and raising a kid with her partner and well, it’s so brave that y’all–”
It’s about this time that Jim turns a shade of purple that the Crayola box would call “flamingo pink” and her daddy starts stumbling over excuses that are too big for his mouth.
But the woman is usually too full of her own hot air and walks away feeling proud enough that she might tell the story over Sunday roast, happy that the gays are settling into their little Atlanta suburb.
Joanna has wanted to make handmade signs for Jim and her dad that say We’re Just Best Friends but she thinks that would cut away at the free pie, ice cream, candy or whatever else they get.
What bugs her most is that her daddy loves Jim. She knows this, has always known this, even when her parents were still together. And Jim loves her daddy–she can see it in every eye-wink he gives her when she catches him staring after her dad, or the quick way he always tries to make every brush of skin against skin seem casual like he wasn’t fixing to do it in the first place, or the way he says “Bones” in that happy, affectionate way.
Every time some busybody comes up to them assuming that they’re one big gay happy family she thinks it’s just the universe’s way of trying to get Jim and her dad together.
So when the man in the trucker hat MAKE AMERICA READ AGAIN offers to pay for their lunch, she jumps on the opportunity. “My daddies and I would love that, thank you sir!”
He chuckles, a deep belly laugh. “My partner Beau and I were always as anxious as a pig at a county fair to be seen together, thought everyone in state lines could tell how we felt. Turns out we were just too dumb and stupid to let the other know.” He slaps his knee and chuckles again and Jo grins down into her milkshake while trying not to notice how her dad and Jim are trying not to look each other and doing a crappy job of it.
She tracks down the man a year later and sends him a nice thank you note along with the holiday card–the one she insisted they put together–with daddy and Jim grinning like the married fools they are and always should have been.
This was so sweet and perfect ❤️
THIS IS ADORABLE OH MY GOSH Y’ALL!!!!!!!!!!!!
Could you do a rec list of fox!stiles fics? Sorry if you’ve already done this
Hehe, well, you made me go into a Fox!Stiles reading spree. No regrets, but sorry you’d have to wait for so long ❤ Also the list turned rather long 😛 -M
The war between the fox and wolf clans has raged for centuries,
ignited in a time before anyone can remember. Now both clans—tired of
the bloodshed and hate—are searching for a way to end the war.Crowned
prince Stiles Stilinski—heir to the fox clan—has agreed with his father
to meet with the Hales, the ruling royal family over the wolf clan.
Under the counseling of the Druids, both clans are presented with a
solution to the war: unite the Stilinski and Hale clans through
marriage. To quell their people’s anger, both Stiles and Derek—eldest
living Hale Alpha—are urged to accept the other as an equal; as their
mate.For the sake of their people, both houses make the ultimate
sacrifice by choosing duty over love. But, out of what was first assumed
to be compromised, quickly turns to be a better match than either could
have hoped for. But not all is easy for either clan, as some members
refuse to believe that the war could end so easily.Living on the run might not have been the best way to survive, but when
you’re a Werefox with no family and no friends, what other choice do you
have? Narrowly escaping hunters, getting mixed up in a war with alphas,
Stiles is positive that life is out to get him. The weird vet is
convinced that Stiles will be able to help defeat the alphas and protect
the pack, but what can one injured Werefox do against a pack of
murdering alphas?We’re all shapeshifters. It happens rarely, and it
happens for a reason. Sometimes the shape you take reflects the person
that you are. – Derek Hale, Season 2 Episode 5“I
didn’t shoot him if that’s what you’re worried about,” said Stiles’ dad.
Then he smiled wryly. “Though I did push him against the wall and
threaten to strangle him with my bare hands.”Stiles
gaped at his dad, because Derek…was Derek. And the Stilinski men weren’t
exactly buff. They were built more slender and agile, though Stiles was
still waiting for the agile part to kick in.“Stiles was… happy. Really happy. Happy in a way that had the forest
singing to him, urging him to go and play and frolic and let his fox
have some fun for once.”Derek finds an ordinary fox, that is until the gold tendrils begin to leak out of its leg wound.
Stiles gets turned into a fox. Somehow this impacts Derek’s life just as much as his own. (post 3b)
Derek plans to spend the rest of his life holed up in the woods after
Laura dies. Then he meets a stubborn young fox, and the stubborn young
fox meets an urn of Deaton’s magic powder, and his plans change.The summer after senior year starts normally enough, with the gang
spending their final months before college together at the Martin
family’s lake house. Then Jackson stumbles onto the burial ground of a
witch’s ex-husband, Stiles is magically turned into a fox, and things
somehow manage to get worse from there. The gratuitous Princess Bride references are only of moderate help.Stiles’s water breaks ten miles outside of Beacon Hills.
Ever since he was eight years old, Stiles had been running. Fate decided it was time to stop.
When Stiles is bitten by a werefox, his problems have only just begun.
An old enemy returns, and new ones appear. It’s Beacon Hills, after
all.A very young fox!Stiles ends up lost in the woods of Beacon Hills where
he’s watched by a slightly older Derek. Twelve years later, Stiles ends
up back in those same woods for a completely different reason… but he
still manages to find Derek.Stiles is a born werefox, returning to Beacon Hills with the hopes of
starting over and finding some sort of home again. Maybe he can finally
stay in one place long enough for his scent to catch.Stiles buys Halloween costumes online and badgers Derek
into wearing one for a party at the Preserve, because they’re friends
now and friends do those kinds of things. It’s all fun and games until
he and Derek turn into their costumes.Stiles probably should have done a little more research on the seller.
He noticed an unfamiliar scent in the air. It was very faint, but strong
enough for Derek to follow it. There was a hint of human and some other
animal. The scent was laced with fear and sadness. He approached
cautiously. There was no telling what he would find.Dirty paws and furry coats by queerly_it_is
Stiles is eight years old when his dad brings Derek home.
[AU based on Disney’s The Fox and the Hound]
Other than being a werefox with a werekit for a son,
Stiles’ life is relatively normal. He’s a single parent, owns a modest
sized home, and has a variety of kid-friendly meal recipes tucked neatly
under his belt. It might be just him and Nate, but they have it in the
bag. Nothing is missing from their lives.That is, until Nate befriends a girl named Sadie Hale on his first day of kindergarten. Then everything changes.
Sterek and “i’ll always have your back” please. 😘
“Derek’s gone missing.”
Stiles went still, the straw to his slushie halfway to his
lips. He was in the middle of the store
parking lot and got shoved slightly out of the way by an angry shopper, but he
couldn’t bring his feet to keep moving.“What?” he finally managed, gripping his phone tightly
against his ear.“We think he was taken by the harpies.”
Stiles huffed out a breath. “Of course he was.”
“Lydia says they’re going to kill him in some kind of ritual,”
Scott’s voice was tinny over Stiles’ phone, the sound of traffic almost
drowning out his voice.“Naturally.”
“We’re going to the preserve, need us to pick you up?”
Finally, Stiles kicked into gear, jogging towards his jeep. “Nah,
I’ll meet you there. I’ve got my bat.”Scott hung up and Stiles shoved his phone back in his pocket,
climbing into his jeep. Trust Derek to
get kidnapped for some supernatural ritual.
And trust Derek to get kidnapped for some supernatural ritual after
their first fight as a couple.He’d be damned if he let Derek die after getting the last
word in.The argument had been over something so stupid. They’d been together – officially, both on
the same page, finally, after months
of casual-not-so-casual sex – for a few months and hadn’t had a single falling
out. It was kind of impressive,
considering that before, they couldn’t spend more than ten minutes in the same
room before they started sniping at each other.But then Stiles had left the dishes instead of doing them
right after dinner and Derek had made some asshole comment, and Stiles had
retaliated, and it had all gone to shit from there until all the stuff they hadn’t spoken about, all the serious
stuff like Derek constantly martyring himself to save others and Stiles
constantly pushing himself headfirst into danger, came to the surface and they
ended up in each other’s faces, yelling and flinging insults backwards and
forwards, until Derek had thrown up his hands, spat, “You’re so fucking impossible” and stormed out.Because of course he got to have the last word and the dramatic exit.
Asshole.
God, Stiles loved him so much.
*
Scott and the others were already there when Stiles pulled up
and parked.He unbuckled his seatbelt and twisted around to grab his
baseball bat from the back seat, jumping out of the jeep. Adrenaline was pulsing through him, body and
mind geared for a fight, and he opened his mouth to suggest ways of tracking
the harpies. Except Lydia had beaten him
to it and all in all, it was fairly anticlimactic.They found the nemeton and, with it, the harpies. Just in time, as well. The fight was over fairly fast, in a chaos of
wings and claws and bats and screeches.
Scott drove them off the territory, out of Beacon Hills, and Stiles
would have high fived his best friend if he wasn’t already dropping to his
knees next to Derek and deftly untying the ropes that bound him to the nemeton.He was completely unharmed, which was better than Stiles who
had come out of the fight with some wicked looking scratches thanks to talons,
and he let Stiles drag him up into a hard embrace.“You asshole,” he
muttered against Derek’s shoulder, closing his eyes and just breathing him in, reassuring
himself that Derek was okay.Derek pulled back, just enough to cup Stiles’ face and press
their foreheads together. “You came,” he said quietly.Stiles scoffed. “Yeah,” he rolled his eyes. “I’ll always have
your back.”Derek kisses him then, slow and soft, sliding his hands along
the curve of Stiles’ shoulders, pulling him closer.“You don’t get to die,” Stiles added when he pulled back. “Not
after an argument and sure as hell not before I get the last word.”A small grin touched Derek’s face and, just as it always did,
the sight made Stiles melt because Derek was just so beautiful.“Deal,” he said gruffly.
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Especially Derek, who still scares me..
It’s my Birthday tomorrow and like last year I’ve decided to celebrate it with Sterek crack
Tags: High school AU,
teen!Derek, human!Stiles (for now), Humor, crack, fluff, getting together,
everyone is some kind of were-creature, dragon!stiles.Summary: Even though Talia
Hale’s first and foremost plan on moving to Beacon Hills was to “Clean up the
Hale image”, Derek was far too contented with his “Scaring the shit out of
Stiles” plan. Just – he didn’t know Stiles was already of age and maybe
transforming into something pretty bad-ass any day.Stiles’ ears perked
up on hearing a sudden rustling of dry leaves from somewhere above.“Hey, anyone out
there?” He quickly shot up from his lying position from where he’d been
sprawled flat on the dirty, comfy bed of the forest floor, stumbling over his
own feet. “I fell in the hole,” he mumbled, weak and disappointed, as the
noises stopped. He wiped away the beads of sweat from his forehead with a quick
drag of his shirt sleeve, feeling the heat striking him hard.Stiles had turned
sixteen a month before and his body was all set to welcome the restructuring of
his entire biology, the incarnation of his true genes which were buried deep
inside in the core of his bones, flesh and blood. He’d already started feeling
the change as his appetite suddenly became ten times larger than usual, which
was saying something because Stiles loved food. His sleep became more
conscious as his senses developed. At odd hours of a day he felt a quick rise
in his body temperature, like a fever, an internal furnace.To burn off the
overwhelming energy he’d been running around the forest after school for a few
days now. He knew he was going to transform pretty soon into a were-something.
He just wished that day could be today.He stretched his
neck, standing on the tips of his toes, hoping to get a better view of the
world outside. He’d started muttering to himself when no one had replied,
enjoying the way his voice reverberated through the quiet surroundings.“If you can still
hear me, any help would be truly appreci- baah!” he screeched, toppling
over a tree root near his feet, landing on his ass.A big furry black
head had suddenly peeked over into the hole.“Jesus Christ! You
just gave me a heart attack,” he huffed out, clutching his thumping heart. He
watched as the stranger’s head tilted a little, staring back at Stiles with its
pale, weird green eyes, cocking one thick, judgemental eyebrow.“Hey buddy, have ya
came to my rescue,” Stiles cooed at the huge – giant dog, sounding pathetically
hopeful. He wrinkled his nose trying to figure out its earthy, musky, very
non-doglike scent. “Go fetch your owner and get me out of here. Go Tommy
go.”
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