– Yes, to everything with you.
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And it’s our time now if you want it to be.
my fourth art contribution to the @sterekreversebang, which inspired an amazing fairytale-like story by the lovely @pseudoapollonian
wouldn’t it be easy to believe by apollonian
He couldn’t use the compass to ensure he wasn’t just walking in circles, or even check how much time he’d wasted on this likely wild goose chase. He was sure the old lady – babushka, she had insisted he call her – was sitting at home, her air conditioning on at full blast, laughing at him with a bottle of vodka in her hand.
In which Stiles is sent on a quest, plagued by mosquitoes and odd cat photos, and ends up with something (someone) that makes it all worth it.
my third art contribution to @sterekreversebang, which inspired a fic by the fabulous @fandommadememad that can be found HERE!!
All the Bright Places
“So we’re really doing this?” Stiles said when he joined Derek in their bedroom. “A month in New York?”
Derek gave a hesitant nod. “I think so…if that’s what you want to do.”
Stiles lunges for Derek and tackles him on the bed in a hug, “Yes!” He exclaims. “I want to! So fucking much!”
EDIT: AO3 link HERE!!
Dashing Knight in Shining FBI Gear
The only person who can’t see Stiles’ giant crush on Derek, is Stiles. One would think the rising star of the FBI’s new Supernatural Unit would be a little less blind to the obvious. But if you ask him, he has nothing but professional respect, thank you very much! That’s his story and he’s sticking to it.
At least until some old enemies turn up and make the biggest mistake of their lives: taking Derek.
To @himawarililith, for the 2018 @sterek-smooch fest, who asked for “modern/ werewolves are known” + “spark stiles” + “invent your stiles is something, maybe in a world where the supernatural is known but he is not much until maybe he meets derek and his powers awaken…” and “explore his friendship with allison and/or kira ( in between all the sterek feels )”. ♥
S.S. + D.H.
You know what they say; Never trust a fox.
an AU in which Stiles is changed into a fox, is a werefox or something of that genre!
(feel free to use this, just credit me!)
Sterek AU: Never Trust A Skinny Baker 1/3 | Stiles just wanted to come home and run his bakery with Scott, but of course normalcy isn’t something he’ll ever find in Beacon Hills. The FBI thrust him into an undercover investigation of what they think is a serial killer, and Stiles already knows it’s something different. Worst of all, there’s a model that keeps coming in for cupcakes between shoots. He’s angry and beautiful and an alpha werewolf that happens to be Stiles’s best customer. What could go wrong? Oh yeah, he’s a main suspect in the fucking case. All Stiles has to do is not get murdered by whatever homicidal monster is out there, all the while trying desperately to not fall for ominous Derek Hale. Let’s just hope he doesn’t get compromised.
Read the whole thing here: NTASB PART 1
“You do understand the risks of this operation, yes?” Agent Raphael McCall turns to look at his lanky intern. “This thing is dangerous, primal, and will not hesitate to kill again. We shouldn’t even be letting you do this.” He sits back down in his chair and takes a deep breath as he slides the case file across his large, oak desk. The boy picks it up and wastes no time in flipping through photos and autopsy reports as Agent McCall leans forward on his forearms to speak in a hushed tone. “You absolutely cannot tell anyone while you’re investigating. Not Lydia, not the Argents, and definitely not my son. Comprende? I know his nose is probably stuck into this mess already, but under no circumstance do you compromise yourself.”
Agent McCall reaches forward and snatches the file back and goes through the important details, skimming over the police reports and the crime scene photos right to the last couple pages in the folder. “Everything in this packet is what you need to learn. It’s your alias. Your reasons for coming home, what you’ve been up to here at the FBI headquarters, how your internship is going, everything. You say nothing that isn’t in this packet.”
“What if the answers aren’t in this packet? Do I call you o-or like, shoot a text?” He makes finger guns and receives a glare from the agent in response. “You know what? I’m great at improvising, I’m sure I can just, uh, make something up based on this—” he wiggles the pages midair, “—incredibly thorough biography.”
He rises from his seat in front of the desk and Agent McCall follows suit. “The only people you consult with are your father and the rest of the Beacon County Sheriff’s Department. They’ve already been briefed and await your arrival.” He reaches into his suit pocket and tosses a pair of keys at the boy. “We pulled some strings and got Scott to send your car up. It’s parked out front.”
“Whoa, wait—”
The agent stops from his departure and takes another deep breath as he turns around at the kid behind him. “What is it?”
“Do I have a cool code name or anything?” He starts bobbing his head to music that isn’t playing. “I could be like, Batman or something.”
McCall opens the office door and shakes his head. “You’re going home. You don’t need one.” He motions for the kid to leave. “Your alias is just yourself, Stiles Stilinski.”
Stiles’s face falls into pursed lips. “Whatever. I’m going.” He jingles his keys as he walks out of the office and into an array of cubicles. “Hey one more th—” He turns and the door closes. And locks. Twice.
“Just go do your job, Stiles,” Agent McCall says through the door. “This creature isn’t going to catch itself.”
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