So, I kind of merged two prompts here! @rieraclaelin, thanks for this prompt and your kind words! I didn’t use the exact dialogue, because I couldn’t quite make it fit the story, but I used the essence of it! I hope that’s okay.
Also the lovely @faladrast sent me a link to an awesome banner that they’d made, and asked if it would inspire any fic. So this fic was written off the back of these two prompts 😀
This is a little bit of post-nogitsune hurt/comfort for you all with Derek taking care of Stiles.
–It’s been six weeks since the Nogitsune was defeated. Six weeks with Stiles wrung out, every nerve scraped thin. Not eating. Not really speaking. Distant from Scott and his dad, unable to look Lydia in the eye, absent from pack meetings. Feeling less a person, and more a tightly wound collection of guilt and anxiety existing in an increasingly sleep-deprived skin.
He doesn’t really know how he’s going to keep going.
Then, at the start of the sixth week Stiles startles from the beginnings of a nightmare to find a wolf in his bed.
He’d been in that twilight of not quite awake that he seemed to inhabit so easily these days. Never fully sleeping, never quite able to allow himself to give up that much control. He dozed lightly if he slept at all.
In his dreams he saw Allison again. Her blank staring eyes. Her face pale and still. When he jolts awake he’s sweating, heart pounding. He doesn’t scream though; he’s long past the point of calling out for help.
Sitting up in bed, with nothing but the red glow from his digital alarm clock lighting the room, he feels the weight of the wolf on his legs before he sees it. But as his eyes grow accustomed to the dim light he can make it out. It’s big and black, it’s fur thick, claws wickedly sharp. It’s curled over his feet and legs, tail tucked under its nose, a warm, heavy weight.
Still Stiles doesn’t scream.
Doesn’t make a sound.
Just slowly reaches out a hand, heart still hammering in his chest, and sinks his fingers into the thick ruff of fur at its neck.
It opens its eyes and looks at him steadily, and Stiles looks back. Then, as he watches, it leans into his touch and closes its eyes.
It’s tail thumps once. Twice. Three times. Then it stills.
“Huh.” Stiles murmurs. “This is new.”
He fusses it a while, feels his heartbeat start to slow. That pressure in his chest start to ease. When he finally drifts back into that state of half sleep again, he’s aware of the wolf lying across his legs, anchoring him to the bed.
For once he doesn’t dream.
–
This is Stiles’ life since the Nogitsune: No sleep. Limited food. Body in a constant state of exhaustion. Mind in a constant state of vigilance.
He can’t let his guard down.
Not even for a second.
The last time he did something snuck into his dreams and took away his control. His choices. Took every callous word or thought he’d ever said or had and turned them into blood-soaked reality. Up until that point he thought actions were what mattered. That as long as you did the right thing what you said, what you thought, didn’t matter.
Now he’s careful. Second guessing himself at every turn.
Now he’s quiet, because he knows there are demons out there listening, waiting for an opportunity to exploit any sign of weakness.
He can’t be weak. Can’t allow himself any vulnerability.
And sleep? Sleep makes him vulnerable. One of many vulnerabilities his possession had exposed.
Up until the Nogitsune he’d considered himself to be a safe pair of hands. Steady. Loyal. Keeping a watch over Scott and the pack.
Now Stiles spends his nights trying to keep a watch on his own mind.
Who watches the watchmen?
Stiles has learned the hard way that it’s nobody good.
Tag sterek fic
it’s free (and always will be) by kellifer_fic,
maichan808 (maichan)Rated E (31.6k Words 1 Chapter Complete) Gen
Stiles starts looking around, like there’s someone
who’ll rescue him from this painfully awkward situation and Derek can’t
blame him. All he can think is this is some kind of elaborate prank
Laura is playing on him after she’d found his pile of Fangboy back
copies last month.Or, the one where Derek has to marry a human to save Clawbook and it turns out to be Stiles. He’s completely doomed.
Illustration for the fic Sanctuary by EloquentSavage. You can also find the print on Etsy.
Pup’s First Full Moon
Stiles couldn’t chain
up their werepup for a full moon, so he comes up with the ingenious idea to tape
a plush toy to a remote control car and drive it around the lounge room until
the little one tires himself out.
For Amy (@sterekreblogsandart),
happy birthday!Based on this post
Derek was not prepared for what he saw when he walked
through the front door. His keys jingled as he fitted them into the lock and
unlocked the front door, pushing the door open and dragging his feet inside.
The first thing that struck him was the sound of snarling and yapping – normal sounds
to hear from a werepup on a full moon – but the other sound he heard confused
him: a high-pitched whir of a small engine.Derek’s brows furrowed in confusion as he dropped his keys
on the hallway table and made his way into the lounge room.What he saw astounded him. There was a flash of movement as
a remote-controlled car drove around the corner of the couch, circling the armchair
before driving back into the centre of the room.Their son chased after in. It wasn’t as intimidating or
predatory as it was adorable. Derek watched the two-year-old scramble across
the floor on his hands and knees, his eyes lit up with a golden glow as he
snarled, yapped, growled, and chased after his ‘prey’.Derek took a step closer, looking at the remote-controlled
car.He fought a burst of laughter as he noticed his son’s
favourite toy – a plush grey-and-white wolf – duct-taped to the roof of the
car.Derek bit into his lip to stop himself from laughing,
stepping over to the back of the couch where Stiles sat, legs crossed and the remote
control in his hands.
Dude, stop that! That’s Scott. We’re not eating Scott. Or my Dad. And we wear pants at all times. We’ve been over this!
a.k.a. Stiles Stilinski, feral werewolf whisperer.
Also known as “kinkajou went through the “feral” tag on AO3 8 times”
Any likeness to fic is extremely possible, recs are very welcome
my bookmarks are useless because I’m a mess and I never find anything again laterETA: this is a fic that like 99% accurately goes with the art so prob where my brain got it from 🙂
Lock All The Doors Behind You (25960 words) by entanglednow
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Erica Reyes, Isaac Lahey, Jackson Whittemore
Additional Tags: Feral Behavior, Violence, Aftermath of Torture, Protectiveness, Hurt/Comfort
Summary:He has no idea what you’re supposed to say when you find one of your…werewolf acquaintances, completely out of their mind, growling like they’re about to see what your insides taste like. There’s no handbook for this. Stiles is thinking that if he survives he might write one.
p.s.
Happy Birthday, @ashtray-thief Well, happy not-your-birthday-anymore, here, have this thing that I don’t know if you’ll like…? *hides*
The Sun to Rise (7.5k)
Alternate Universe; Sleep Deprivation; Emissary Stiles; Alpha Derek; Imaginary Friends that aren’t so ImaginaryStiles has an imaginary friend. He’s kind of a dick.
“Are you stalking me?” he asked, lying in bed one Saturday morning and staring at the ceiling before he had to get to the office. The sun was barely up.
Lying beside him, Derek snorted, and said, “No, I’m not stalking you.”
“Are you lying?” Stiles asked, because there was a stranger lying in his bed.
“No.”
Stiles turned his head to look at him, and Derek did the same. “Are you sure? Because this feels like stalking.”
Derek raised an eyebrow that clearly thought Stiles was an idiot. “I’m not stalking you.”
For the record, Stiles didn’t believe him, but he didn’t want to start his morning on a fight.
I’m so spoiled. I know I shouldn’t ask for more, but I really couldn’t resist. So… “Wow, I wish I could speak whale.”
I don’t know why you feel I’ve spoiled you, but here you go! Bodyswap AU with plenty of feels (BECAUSE WHY NOT, AM I RIGHT?) 😀
When Stiles wakes up that morning, he isn’t in his own room. It takes him a while to realize it, but before he’s opened his eyes he knows something isn’t right. It’s too quiet for one thing, he can’t hear his dad puttering around getting ready for work, or the noise of Mrs. Gutiérrez loading her three screaming kids in the car. Instead there’s a preternatural stillness. The sheets smell different too and the mattress is harder than he’s used to, not the soft, slightly sunken-in-the-middle familiarity of his own bed. Stiles opens his eyes. Blinks.
He’s in Derek’s loft.
He’s in Derek’s bed.
Shit.
He sits up in bed blearily trying to focus, blinking as he looks about himself, brain still working it’s way online. Because this is— weird. His sheets are navy and dark gray, because of course they are. There’s a chrome lamp on the bedside table, a glass of water, and a book with a garish cover that provides the only spot of bright color in the room.
Genuinely, he has no idea how he got here, not one clue, the last thing he remembers he was in his own room revising calculus for his midterm tomorrow, and freaking out because, well—- Math, man. Lydia Martin he ain’t.
He’s pretty sure he stumbled into his own bed at 2AM, praying to any god that cared to listen that his math midterm would be suddenly and inexplicably cancelled. Which doesn’t explain how he ended up here in Derek freakin’ Hale’s bed. There’s no sign of the resident sourwolf. No hint of anyone at all actually—
Stiles scrubs a hand over his face and stills, eyes going wide.
“What the hell?” Stiles jolts as he hears his voice. Clutches at his throat. That isn’t the way he’s supposed to sound, but then— oh god. He stares down at hands that are definitely, definitely not his own, the palms are broader, the fingers shorter but thicker. With a yelp he scrambles out of the bed, still tangled in the sheets, falls to the floor with a thud, picks himself up and races to the bathroom, where he knows there’s a mirror. “Shit.”
Derek Hale stares back at him.
“Shit!” Stiles hisses clutching wildly at Derek’s face. “Motherfucker. What the fucking fuck is going on?”
He hesitates eyes catching on the way Derek’s mouth forms the word fuck. The way it sounds. Mama Hale must have been strict about language because in two years they’ve known each other, he’s never heard Derek swear. “Fuck,” he says again experimentally, peering at himself under the harsh light of the bathroom. Then just because he can— “Shitballs. Dickface. Spunkbagel. I’m the sourwolf.” He poses a little hands on his hips, gives it the ol’ Blue Steel. “I AM the sourwolf alpha,” he intones, as dramatically possible. “Lick my balls.” He grins at himself. Derek’s face smiles back at him and Stiles flinches back a little.
God. Smiling Derek. That’s— a little too weird, even for him. And he shouldn’t get distracted. If he’s in Derek’s body then that probably means that Derek is—
A cell phone starts to ring. Stiles winces. It sounds shrill, and soooo loud. In the quiet and stillness of Derek’s apartment it almost hurts his ears. Werewolf senses, Stiles thinks to himself, shit.
He hurries out of the bathroom and locates Derek’s cell quick enough, swipes to answer the call.
“Hello?” he says.
“Stiles?” His own voice answers, but he knows immediately who it must be.
“Derek?”
“What did you do?” Stiles almost drops the phone at the injustice of the assumption.
“Me,” he squawks, gesturing imploringly at an imaginary audience. “Why is this my fault?”
“Well it isn’t mine,” Derek grits out.
“Hey, don’t grind my teeth, man,” Stiles says immediately. “It isn’t good for them.”
“I’m not grind–ugh—” Derek sighs. “Fix this.”
“I’m pretty sure I would have to know what happened in order to do that,” Stiles points out. “And I don’t.”
“Well I don’t either,” Derek points out. “And your dad just came in to ‘remind’ me that he’s giving you a lift to school this morning because your Jeep is still in the garage.”
“You need to get my body there on time, dude. I have a math midterm today. I can’t miss it.”
“Stiles—”
“You didn’t try and explain things to him?”
“What try and explain that his teenage son just swapped bodies with the guy he once arrested on suspicion of attempted murder?”
“Hey dude, you were exonerated.”
“Not the point! How are you not freaking out more about this?” Derek groans.
“I don’t know. Last night I was just worried about my math midterm. Now I don’t have to take it. I think Zeus answered my prayers, dude. Or maybe Thor. It’s a toss up. Anyway, it’s kind of a load off, not gonna lie.”
“Stiles!”
“You go to school, Der-Bear. I’ll look into this and have us swapped back lickety split.”
“Der-Bear?” Derek growls. “Lickety split?”
“I like listening to your voice say stuff it wouldn’t normally say. It amuses me.” He can hear Derek grinding his teeth again. “Dude, seriously, my teeth.”
“I am going to rip your teeth out and jam them up your—”
“Catch you later, bud,” Stiles says cheerfully, and ends the call.
Then after a moment’s thought, he texts Derek:
Send me a list of every place you went yesterday
I told you. This isn’t on me
Maybe but we need to cover all our bases
You won’t find anything
You want this fixed??? send me the goddamn list
Derek doesn’t reply immediately, and after about ten minutes Stiles texts again:
Derek. I’m the alpha now. Send me the list!!!!!!!!!
Five minutes later Derek texts back:
I was eating breakfast with your dad jackass
But he sends the goddamn list.
Stiles spends fifteen minutes trying, and failing, to master his beta shift in the bathroom mirror. Then gives it up as a lost cause and gets to work.
“Thanks, by the way.”
“Of course.”
(https://archiveofourown.org/works/15388566)
This goes with the short story “So there I am: Sitting in My Cheeseburger Boxers”
Door to Door Enquiries
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2McZ1bK
by katiemorag
John and one of his deputies are carrying out door to door enquiries when Derek Hale answers the door of the final house on the street wearing only a pair of boxers.
Those boxers look really familiar to John.
Words: 1608, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
- Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)
- Rating: Not Rated
- Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
- Categories: M/M
- Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Sheriff Stilinski, Deputy – OC, Peter Hale
- Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Peter Hale/Sheriff Stilinski
- Additional Tags: POV Sheriff Stilinski, Sheriff Stilinski Finds Out About Derek/Stiles Relationship
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2McZ1bK
Look at me getting my writing done on time! Whoo! Today’s @sterekdrabbles challenge words are cotton, bee and hay. I so want this to be real, by the way. These two deserve happiness… 😛
—
Stiles spread his legs as Derek lay back against his chest and closed his eyes. The air was warm, the blanket beneath them was soft as cotton, and the sun was shining. The horses nearby munched on hay while a bumblebee lazily buzzed by.
Leaving Beacon Hills was the best thing Stiles and Derek had decided to do. Sure, he missed his dad, but he was only a short plane trip away. Just last week John had casually mentioned retiring early and looking for a house out closer to his boys.
Life was finally peaceful for them. They deserved it.
theproblemwithstardust 