Relationship: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Word Count: 13,410 Rating: Teen Summary: If there’s one thing Stiles Stilinski knows, it’s that
Deputy Derek Hale absolutely Does Not Like him. The only reason Derek
even tolerates him is because their kids are worryingly codependent.
So Stiles is understandably confused when a very feral Derek shows up
in his backyard after a call gone wrong and proceeds to move in with
him.
The reveals have been posted, so I can finally link you guys my pinch-hitter fic for the TW Fall Harvest! It ended up being about 8k longer than I thought it would (oops) but really that shouldn’t surprise anybody by now.
Hope you’re ready for some single dads, magic!Stiles, deputy!Derek, and feral!Derek, because that’s what I’ve got.
Based on this prompt that I scribbled out ages ago, and written for the lovely @marguerite26, one of the mods for this event.
So my sister and I were talking about this post and how Stiles has been wearing lots of sweaters this season. And somehow our conversation wound around to Derek’s thumb-hole sweater, and my sister said, “Yeah, maybe Stiles is wearing Derek’s sweaters.”
And I just –
Stiles wearing Derek’s sweaters.
Derek’s up and left, but he didn’t completely clear out his loft. He took what he could carry, not his entire wardrobe. So maybe Stiles sneaks in one day, when he’s missing Derek more than usual, and stumbles across the sweaters. He stumbles across the sweaters buried in the bottom of Derek’s dresser and just… just holds onto one.
And he may not have a werewolf’s nose, but Derek’s scent is so ingrained in his clothing and Stiles just kind of buries his face in the soft fabric and breathes it in. It’s… soothing, somehow.
So Stiles figures that Derek’s not using them, and he doesn’t seem like he’s coming back anytime soon (or ever), so Stiles, well. He temporarily misappropriates them. And Scott wrinkles his nose and gives Stiles a funny look the first time he appears at the Stilinski house unannounced and finds Stiles lounging around the house in one, but he doesn’t say anything, lets it slide. So Stiles continues wearing them.
(The red thumb-hole sweater, though – his favorite of the bunch – he doesn’t wear outside of the house. It’s cashmere, soft and warm, and after the second time Stiles accidentally falls asleep while wearing it, he makes it into his permanent pajama top.)
Of course, at some point he stops dwelling on the concrete thought of Derek coming back. The theory of it still lurks in the back of his mind, but it’s not until Derek climbs through his bedroom window to find him curled up in bed with his laptop – wearing the thumb-hole sweater – that it becomes real again.
He flounders for a moment, trying to think of how to explain, while Derek stares at him with wide, surprised eyes.
“I’m back,” Derek finally manages.
“Hi,” is the best – and only – reply Stiles can think of.
“That’s my sweater,” Derek says, voice strangely strangled.
“Yeah,” Stiles agrees.
They’re silent for a moment.
“I can – ” Stiles starts.
“Keep it,” Derek interrupts, giving Stiles an intense look he can’t quite interpret.
Then, Derek grabs Stiles’ favorite red hoodie from where it’s been thrown over the back of his desk chair, pulls it on over his shoulders, and jumps back out the window. Stiles figures it’s a fair enough trade.
A
father’s job is to be there for their children, to love them, provide
for them, to keep them safe. But sometimes the things a father will do
to protect their child may do more damage than good.
(1/1 I 1,176 I Teen I Sterek I Angst, Happy Ending)
Stiles
is part human, part merman. Soon he will live as a human before
deciding where he belongs. He meets his father, and comes across a
familiar black wolf. Can Stiles find himself and happiness… all while
feeling the pull of the ocean calling him home…
Derek
knew he was done for as soon as he saw Stiles approach him with a
devilish grin on his face. It didn’t matter that they were still in
school or that Derek was in a grade above him and a foot taller. Derek
was utterly powerless when it came to Stiles.
It
starts when Sheriff Stilinski finds Derek Hale in his daughter’s
bedroom, even though everything was – IS – completely innocent. There’s
nothing going on, no sirree, so no need to freak out. Of course her dad
discovering that she’s friends with Derek sets other things in motion
too and Stiles just hopes everything will turn out okay.
(3/8 I 9,719 I Teen I Scott/Stiles/Derek I Canon Divergent)
There’s
a lot of things John Stilinski wants. He wants his family safe, he
wants people to stop dropping violently dead in his town, and most
importantly, he wants his son to stop. Lying. To him. But John can’t
have everything he wants. So he’s forced to chase after his son and his
almost-son and do his best to keep them safe, even if that means running
into the town’s sweetheart-turned delinquent, Derek Hale, more times
than he’s comfortable with.
OR the s2 AU where Sheriff Stilinski accidentally adopts a werewolf pack, and has no idea how he got there.
(16/? I 17,982 I General I Sterek, Scallison I Childhood Friends)
It
all started with a strange scent in the grocery store, and now Derek
can’t imagine his life without the hyperactive little shit that is
Stiles Stilinski. He didn’t know why he always felt the need to be close
to the boy but his mom’s knowing looks certainly weren’t helping.
White Dwarf by hauntedsilences (5/? I 20,262 I Teen I Sterek I BAMF!Stiles) Stiles decides to find out what Deaton meant by “spark” and ends up absorbing the power of a star? Oops.
So now astronomers are freaking out, Stiles is making puns, and Derek is trying to be a good alpha.
Also,
Stiles manages to reveal his new powers in a way that puts him in
danger from both the supernatural world, and the government.
Rocky Road by gryvon (1/1 I 20,836 I Explicit I Sterek I Rape/NonCon) Stiles
is assaulted outside of Jungle and finds himself going to two unlikely
sources for comfort – Lydia and Allison. Their friendship grows as
Stiles helps Derek figure out the cause of the latest murder spree.
Derek thinks it’s a unicorn. Stiles thinks Derek’s crazy.
“Yo,” Scott said, eyes wide. “Was that Derek in your room?”
Stiles
groaned and smacked his forehead, mostly because Scott was too far away
to smack and he didn’t really need a broken hand from punching the wall
on top of everything.
“Wait,” Scott said, his face impossibly close to the webcam. “Is Derek your soul mate?!”
A
witch has come to town. No big deal, huh? Not until the entire pack,
humans and all, are changed into a litter of puppies. So what do they
do? Derek lead’s the march of 11 towards the Stilinski home of course.
So when John Stilinski comes home to find a slightly overcrowded puppy
pile on Stiles’s bed and Stiles’s isn’t picking up his phone he doesn’t
know what to do. More than confused he asks Melissa for her assistance
in the mystery, where he finally finds out about werewolves. Now it’s up
to the Sheriff and Melissa to overcome the odds and break the curse
before the ever coming lunar moon or else Derek, Stiles, Scott, Allison,
Lydia, Jackson, Danny, Isaac, Boyd, Erica and Peter will stay puppies
forever.
So Stiles will stay in that circle and just lay back and think of Beacon Hills. Or something.
or
Five
times Stiles and Derek have sex because magic says it is so and the one
time it wasn’t for a spell. (and the three interludes where the adults
wonders about what the hell their kids are doing and move the plot
forward)
(13/? I 48,036 I Explicit I Sterek I Terminal Illness)
Stiles
has been trying to hide the pain he’s been feeling for a while now but
when he collapses he has to face the truth – he’s not just sick, he’s
dying. When his dad’s Deputy (and Stiles’ crush), Derek Hale, tells him
he can save him it all sounds like a cruel joke. Because there’s no way
that Werewolves are real right?
(21/? I 85,385 I Mature I Sterek, Scallison, Berica, Jydia I Magic!Stiles)
“What the hell are you doing here Stiles?”
Stiles
can’t help the way his eyes bulge at the werewolves no-nonsense tone of
voice. He takes a cautious step backwards. After all, he was still an
Alpha, even if he wasn’t his Alpha. “Wow, way to sound welcoming …”
“You’re in my territory.” Derek grumbles in response, and crosses his arms over his chest.
Stiles nods jerkily, before gulping. “Yeah, and I’m kinda regretting that right now …”
The
Sourwolf interrupts, cutting Stiles off before he can even try to
explain how he found himself outside the burnt frame of Derek’s
childhood home. “You’re not part of my pack.”
And that, that hits Stiles harder than when he was accidently knocked out by Isaac with a Lacrosse stick …
(26/26 I 90,697 I Mature I Sterek, Scira I Post Nogitsune)
Stiles
was lonely; there was no other way of putting it. The Nogitsune had
left the pack a wary of him, not that they thought it had been his
fault. No, they worried it would happen again. Once bitten, twice shy.
The
morning after his 18th birthday, his torso was covered in mysterious
green tattoos. He hadn’t been that drunk. He’d definitely remember that.
Great. Something else to make him feel like a freak. Insomnia led him
to his mother’s diary and a tale of how she helped an odd man once who
gave her the warning, “Be careful of your wishes three.“ Everything
clicked into place.
So…he
was a djinni. He subtly changed things about himself. More muscle?
Done. Better hair? Done and done. End his crippling insecurity? Done,
done, done. He hid his new gift until he found himself bound to Derek.
With
Deaton’s help, they translated meanings in his tattoos, but they were
incomplete. A passage of his ‘Rules and Regulations’ was missing.
Everything was fine dandy until Stiles’ new powers and penchant for
mischief and karmic retribution threatened to destroy him, fracture his
mind, and turn him into something which couldn’t be contained.
Could the pack save him in time, and at what price?
(13/13 I 105,527 I Explicit I Sterek, Isaac/Erica, Melissa/Sheriff, Berica, Scira I Writers!Stiles)
Stiles
is home for the summer after graduation and he is so ready to relax,
work a little bit on his second book, and then he almost crashes his car
when he swerves to avoid hitting a wolf. But, it’s like his dad says,
there are no wolves in California.
Stiles
doesn’t think much about it after that, especially once he runs into
Erica who’s working at a coffee shop and her boss, the lovely Laura
Hale, offers him a job.
Oh,
and apparently he’s suddenly running a doggie summer camp because they
just keep showing up at his house, especially the big black one who has
the prettiest fur and the judgiest face on a dog he’s ever seen.
They’re sitting in the car, and Stiles’ dad is poring over the scans, gesturing violently at the air. ‘I just don’t understand!’ he says. ‘There’s never been anything out of the ordinary on any of your tests, and yet you always have seizures! How come nothing ever comes up?’
Stiles shrugs, has heard his dad complain about this a dozen times before. Stiles is pretty sure that he and Derek are some kind of magical soulmates and this is the way the world has decided to connect them, but somehow, he doesn’t think that’ll fly as an explanation.
When Derek catches Stiles doing a slow bump and grind to some sexy jazz music, he teasingly puts a twenty dollar bill in Stiles’ waistband. Stiles turns the tables on him by giving him the lap dance of his life.
“Yes, well, you see …” Deucalion cleared his throat again. “In an effort for authenticity, the writer used an actual binding ceremony in the script. The casting director, wanting to make sure it was pronounced correctly, found an actual shaman to perform it. He did so.”
“You – you mean – are you saying that Derek and I are actually married?” Stiles managed to squeeze out of his rapidly closing throat.
When Stiles Stilinski’s phone gets switched at the gym, he really just wants it back. The last thing he’s expecting is to fall hopelessly in lust with the guy who’s got his phone.
Derek goes missing for a while and comes back full wolf. Only problem is that his mind has gone wolf too, and for some reason the only one he’ll allow near him… is Stiles.
Okay, so I’m really not here for the traditional pack mom Stiles where he acts like a happy little housewife and is basically, uh, June Cleaver.
I just… that’s not Stiles. (to me, ymmv)
What I am here for is the other version of “Pack Mom”… the version where one of the “kids” is threatened or hurt and Stiles goes so hot with fury that it turns ice cold in his veins. The Stiles that picks up his bat and crackles with intent to cause death to the person that hurt what’s his. His pack, his family, his town. HIS.
You’ve heard the stories of mothers who lift cars off their children? That. That is Pack Mom Stiles.
When the guy who is “147 pounds of pale skin and fragile bones” turns into the living embodiment of Death – that’s the Pack Mom Stiles I’m here for.
Any thoughts?
Pack Dad Stiles who learns to French braid because Erica’s bouncy hair is always getting in her face during training.
Pack Dad Stiles who organizes camping trips so the pack can bond. He builds the fire even though he’s the only one whose fingertips can get burned. He makes smores with perfectly roasted marshmallows for Allison while they wait for the wolves to stop eating rabbits in the woods.
Pack Dad Stiles who tears the Nemeton out by the roots when Lydia tells them she’s pregnant.
Pack Dad Stiles who cannot bake to save his life, doesn’t have the patience to clean basically anything ever, but can actually cook really well and likes to make Family Dinners at the new Hale House.
Pack Dad Stiles who has gotten so much work done on the Jeep that he does a lot of it himself now, so when the pack has car problems, they ask Derek, assuming the leather, tank tops and penis car equals mechanic skills, only for Derek to shrug and call for Stiles, passing him in the hallway back to the living room, slapping him on the ass on the way out.
oooooh, yes. Yes okay. Oh man, the visual you gave me though, of Stiles ripping the Nemeton out with his bare hands, roots and all. I just.
*shivers*
I can see that going two ways:
The first way: Stiles gets a shovel and a pick axe and basically every implement known to wood-cutting professionals everywhere. And maybe a few crowbars for the hell of it. And he spents weeks, okay, WEEKS digging and hacking and digging some more. And he takes it out in little pieces that he BURNS until they’re ash that can be spread along the rapidly flowing creek (they’ve gotten some rain lately) until it’s all fucking GONE.
and then there’s
The other way. @crossroadswrite and @tattooedstilnski will back me up here that Stiles gets his magic on. He goes and gets tattoos even though it scares the fuck out of him. He gets those magical tattoos and runes and whatever else he needs to make him deadly powerful. And he goes to the place where the Nemeton is and he stands in the center of that huge, magically blackened stump, and he calls up every bit of magic in his veins and he pulls until he’s levitating thirty feet in the air with the Nemeton under his feet.
And then he lowers it onto a magically null concrete slab and the pack is there and … they light that big ol’ bitch on fire. Probably with Deaton in the background looking a little pissy because he thinks they’ve upset the balance or whatever, but Stiles is like, “I don’t give a goddamn flying fuck about balance. I’ll plant a new tree later. But this one is toast. Because it’s either spend a few hours killing it or a lifetime killing the shit it drags to town.”
“I’ve got better things to do with my life,” he adds quietly, looking around at his pack, happy and healthy and toasting marshmallows over the open flame.
Apparently it still amuses his uncle to buy sex slaves for him, no matter how steadfastly he refuses to use them. Derek ducks into his tent with a resigned sigh, prepared to dress and reassign whatever new beauty Peter has bought him. They do make for loyal servants, so he can’t really complain about Peter’s ‘gifts’. But it is annoying to deal with, to have to spend his evening sorting out a slave instead of being able to go right to bed. It’s just something he has to learn to accept as a byproduct of serving alongside his uncle.
But when he lays eyes on the boy laying amid his furs, he finds his breath catching in his throat. His skin is golden with the candle-light glimmering against the sheen of oil that has been slathered on his bared body. His lips are parted, and they work over inaudible words or sounds. His skin is flushed, nipples peaked and pierced with simple but unexpected golden rings. He’s spectacularly beautiful in the candlelight. The many glowing candles that have been added to his usual lighting cast glittering edges and shadows, imbuing an almost unearthly golden color to his skin.
so @pale-silver-comb asked me to do something with this post and i tried for the five minute challenge but i couldn’t write all of it there so here it is!
Laura is the oldest out of the kids in her household, so it’s safe to say that , growing up helping the adults with the little ones, she’s pretty good at taking care of them
That’s why she does this during summers. Babysitting for random families in Beacon Hills who upon hearing the Hale name don’t even think twice before hiring her.
The Hales protect Beacon Hills and its inhabitants, it’s like the worst kept secret of this town.
“Do you have a boyfriend?” Stiles asks, sticking his tongue out and agressively coloring the spiderman lineart she gave him earlier.
Out of all the kids she babysits, Stiles might be her favorite.
“No, I have a girlfriend.”
Stiles looks up at her, confused. “Like a friend that’s a girl?”
Laura snorts and shakes her head.
“No. Like a boyfriend but she’s a girl. We still go on dates and do boyfriend stuff though.”
The only reason she’s telling him this is because she knows how liberal and accepting the Stilinskis are. She’d have to be way more careful with some of her other kids.
“So cool,” Stiles gushes and looks over at where Laura’s little brother is working on his summer homework like the dork he is.
Stiles doesn’t set out to deceive anyone, but hunger and desperation have a way of smoothing the path. He tells himself he’s keeping the advertisement because it’s amusing, and he has precious little to make him smile now that it’s been eight months since his father left Philadelphia on the trail of an escaped convict, with no letters for the last six months, and money fast running out.
He’s examining the newspaper for job advertisements when he sees it on the facing page: a wry, single line: Bachelor farmer desirous of avoiding own cooking seeks helpmeet, with a name–D. Hale–and a post office box number. Stiles never plans to answer it; he knows full well that an advertisement posted in the Matrimonial News is meant for women, but then—this particular advertisement didn’t specify, did it?
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