almost forgot to post here as well! but this was my piece for the @sterekzine!! everything was so nicely organized and it was a blast being able to contribute! hope everyone who got one enjoys all the amazing content for these two 🧡💙
Derek and Stiles were catch by some hunters…. Stiles needs to protect Derek this time… ——————————————————————– and i need to get some sleep now… goodnight !!
( Thanks to my 2000+ followers! This is for you ♥ Click for full size. )
~
Some nights Derek has nightmares.
He sees his old house on fire, his favourite toys getting swallowed by flames; hears the miserable howl he and Laura let echo over town the first night all on their own. He can smell Kate’s perfume that used to make his heart race impossibly fast; can see the darkness in her eyes and the smile on her lips the day the Argents left Beacon Hills as he watched her hidden in the shadows. He can hear the way his sister’s pulse quickens with fear whenever he’s too far out of her sight and he can smell the sickness of burnt flesh all over his Uncle Peter when he visits him at the hospital.
He wakes up with a jackhammer heart and a damp forehead; on worse nights, his claws are out, inches from ripping the sheets with his teeth sore and aching in his mouth. He gasps for air and presses his forehead into the back of Stiles’ head, inhaling the familiar scent of safety and listens to his slow and steady heartbeat, forcing his own to match its pace.
Those nights, Stiles make them switch positions.
Once Derek’s got his breathing under wrap and his head isn’t filled with smokey red, Stiles turns in his arms and nudges Derek’s shoulder with his forehead until Derek rolls over onto his other side. He wraps his arms round Derek’s waist, tangling their legs together and burying his face in the nape of Derek’s neck.
He doesn’t say anything; Derek knows it’s because he’s had his own share of nightmares in the past. He doesn’t ask if he wants to talk about or if he’s okay; he simply pulls Derek firmly against his front and doesn’t let go until the next morning. He’ll rub the sleep out of his eyes, smelling of happiness and warmth, as he chuckles and leans over Derek’s shoulder to kiss his cheek like nothing Derek does will ever drive him away. Like Stiles will always be there to comfort him and remind him what home and love is.
Derek can count on the nightmares; but he can also count on Stiles to help him through.
Stiles shivered at the loss of Derek’s warmth as the werewolf got up before the sun. He rolled over as his lover walked out of the adjourned bathroom in only a pair of sweats.
“Did I wake you?” Derek asked softly.
Instead if answering, Stiles threw a pillow at him lazily, missing him completely.
“Come back to bed,” he whined. Derek chuckled and crawled onto the mattress, laying down beside Stiles and wrapping his arms around the human. Stiles snuggled up to him, sighing happily. “Love you.”
“Love you, too.” Stiles slipped back into sleep, warm in his lover’s embrace.
♡
For @sterekdrabbles challenge words from 11/26: loss, pillow and wrap.
Decided to give the ‘30 day OTP NSFW challenge’ thing a shot! Current OTP is Sterek, aw yeah. Might bounce back and forth between that and Sabriel, we’ll see. Mostly I’m just using this list as a prompt list, esp since the liklihood of my being able to keep up with this each day is PRETTY SLIM.
My Sterek Secret Santa for @lacrimadraconis – I’ve tried to make up for the quality with quantity 😀
Promot: domestic bliss
I keep seeing those pieces being stolen, so here you go, a photo of the originals from last year. Do not repost my artwork without asking!
It’s a Sterek Secret Santa entry so it has no watermark, but that does not mean you can just repost it and steal it. If you have a hard time finding the author, just do a google reverse image search, it’s not rocket science.