I really want to read a Sterek “fell in love as children” AU with a twist.
Let’s say the Hale and the Stilinski has nothing to do with each other, at all. Don’t live in the same area, never heard of each other’s family at all.
But, for some reason or another, their paths cross at one point of their life. I’m talking “we stopped on the road at this restaurant because the kids were five seconds away from eating the car seats” type of encounter.
Anyway. Somehow, Stiles and Derek meets away while the adults are busy. They are both five, both wearing a batman tee shirt and they have this immediate “you are the best thing in the entireworld” revelation.
Half an hour later, one adventure with a mean kid on the swings and a long discussion on life later, and they are now ride or die for each other. They have this pretty precise plan of buying a house together and raising eagles and wolves together in their future garden.
It’s all very exciting, and Derek is actually the one that introduces the idea of marriage, because that’s what you do when you want to live with someone in a house. Stiles finds the idea very logical and grown up, and they seal it with a kiss on the cheek.
Derek’s eyes flash, Stiles hands sparks and when they jump back there is a big matching drawing appears over both their arms. They look at it with huge, excited eyes, and both run show it to their respective parents.
But when Derek finds his family, they’re leaving the place and calling his name. He suddenly remembers how Laura had plead and plead to have her pack tattoo and how their mom had said no, not until she was eighteen.
Derek is pretty sure five is far away from eighteen.
He’s so distracted and distraught that he doesn’t even really realize they are leaving, all quiet and small in the back of the car. It’s only at night, when his parent come to kiss him goodnight and tries to pry his secret out of him, that Derek rolls his sleeve up and show the longs lines all over his arm.
Cue the Hale, freaking out and the whole pack messily falling into the room, panicked.
They try to find more about the other kid, but Derek offers for only details “he’s called Stiles”, “he thinks eagles are cool” and “he loves batman.”
(Somewhere far away, the Stilinskis are wondering how to locate a “just Derek” with “pretty eyes and cool teeth”. Even abusing John’s powers, no database could be sufficient for this type of situation.)
So, that’s how things are.
For a while, it doesn’t change things really. They live their life as happy kids, go to school, make friends. Sometimes, they watch their tattoo while showering or before going to sleep and they wonder. But nothing more.
But then, puberty hits. Hard.
And they are surrounded by pretty people and their bodies try to overdose their brains on hormones and everything sucks because they are just no into it.
They do want to kiss people but also, they only want to kiss this precise people, and it’s the worst. It’s been more than ten years, who cares if the people in high school that try to kiss them don’t have cute bunny teeth/the right moles on their cheek?
Them. They care. So much.
Derek becomes a legend when the cheerleading captain jumps in his arms after a game and Derek throws her (throws her) away as if she was on fire in front of the entire school.
Kate tries to seduce him a few days after Derek’s sixteen birthday. Derek’s answer goes something like “Hm, thank you old lady, but no. Also, this is creepy and I’m telling my mother.”
So there is no Hale fire. Kate gets arrested. Everybody stays alive.
Stiles never falls in love with Lydia, because she’s beautiful but she doesn’t have big ears and green eyes that can flash gold and it’s apparently a total deal breaker for Stiles’ stupid libido.
He’s not bitter at all.
So Lydia and Stiles becomes BFF, and they bond over the supernatural, people being stupid and their boyfriends being useless.
Stiles likes to answer “thanks, my husband made it for me” to anyone asking after his tattoo, his face blank and his smile fake.
Years pass, they both stay celibate. They both go secretly to comic con for several years in a row, hiding it from their families but hoping to find the other nerd there. They never meet each other in the crowd.
Then things finally get resolved in the most random way.
Like, both Lydia and Derek get chosen to speak during a supernatural convention, in a panel made for young members of the community.
Derek is still adjusting his microphone, two seconds after stepping up to the podium, when someone stands up in the crowd, points at him and starts yelling.
There is a healthy mix of profanities and weird compliments thrown his way in a few seconds, ranging from “you mated and dashed you prick! And what the fuck is the deal with yours arms? How is that fair?” to “you really grew into your teeth your asshole!”
They get expulsed from the session. Derek never has no chance to present his work. His mom is going to be disappointed, again.
They spend some more times yelling and flailing at each other in the corridor. Half an hour later, they start making out against a wall.
They get expulsed from the convention. They don’t really care.
(Six months later, they join the same college together. Half an hour after their family leave them to their new flat, they decide to elope and make it all official.
Awww, thank-you so much! I decided to go with drunk!Stiles talking to Boyd about Derek, because lets face it, Boyd deserves all the love!
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It’s only six o’clock in the evening, but Stiles is already drunk. He’s been celebrating getting his PhD since 3pm, and he never could hold his alcohol worth a damn. “Here’s the thing, here’s the thing, here’s the–oof…” Stiles legs buckle under him a little and he clutches on tighter to Boyd’s shoulder.
“The thing?” Boyd says.
“Yes!” Stiles waves a finger in the air. “‘Xactly,” he slurs, “You get it. You–” He trails off, blinking owlishly, head swimming. It’s possible the tequila was a mistake.
Boyd rolls his eyes. “Pretty sure you’d have to finish the sentence for me to ‘get it,’” he says.
“Der’k,” Stiles says, trying to stand straighter and failing miserably.
Puffing out his cheeks, Boyd blows out a long suffering sigh. “What about Derek?”
“He’s soooooooooo– ohhhhhhh, look! Is that an owl? Is that a fucking owl?” Stiles lets go of Boyd and stumbles blurrily after the bird that’s just fluttered onto the sidewalk. “I’ve never seen an owl in real life before. Maybe it’s got my Hogwar’s letter.” He trips over a crack and almost goes flying.
A firm hand grips his shoulder, keeping him upright. “It’s a pigeon.” Boyd says firmly, turning him back around and looping an arm around him to keep him upright.
“Are’ya sure?”
“Pretty damn sure.”
“Well maybe Hogwarts sen’ pigeons now. Owl’s are prob’bly expensive. Pigeons are like–” he waves a hand airily, and nearly hits Boyd in the nose. “Y’know downsized. On a budget. Hadda make cutbacks.”
“The economy is in the toilet.”
Stiles looks up at him suspiciously, not sure about his tone. “You’re humorin’ me ‘cos I’m drunk.”
Boyd meets his gaze steadily, expression impassive. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“Hmmmm.” Stiles blinks at him. “What Hogwarts house do you think Der’k would be in?”
Boyd stares back, saying nothing.
“Because,” Stiles continues, “When I firs’ met him I thought Slip– Sith–Slitherfin? The snakey one. Because he was all grrrr, alpha. Power. Ambishon. Y’know? Y’know?” He jabs Boyd with a boney elbow and tries to wink, but ends up closing both of his eyes instead. He sways a little unsteadily, everything feels extra spinny.
When he opens them again, Boyd is staring at him, one eyebrow raised.
“Bu’ now I’m like–like Der’k’s kinda brave y’know an’ also kinda loyal. An’ like– secretly kind. An’ his eyes are pretty.”
Boyd inhales deeply through his nose. “So?”
“So I can’t decide.” He clutches on to Boyd’s shirt and stares up at him wildeyed. “Wha’ house? You gotta help me decide!”
“Maybe he’s a hatstall.”
Stiles sniffs. “Not gonna lie, B, it’s kind of a giant turn on tha y’even know wha’ that means.”
Boyd grins then, just showing a little bit of fang. “Call me ‘B’ again and I’ll rip your spine out and force feed it to you.”
Stiles snickers. “Sorry, sorry, sorry,” he slurs in between choked off laughter. “God my fear responses are so fucked. So so so fucked. I blame Der’k.” Everything is Derek’s fault really. He’s so amazing. God, Stiles misses him.
“C’mon,” Boyd says, herding him along. “Let’s get you home.”
But Stiles has other plans. “No!” he says, trying to wriggle out of Boyd’s iron grasp and mostly failing. “No, we hav’ to go an’ fin’ Der’k.”
“Why?”
“Becauseeeee–” Stiles whines. “I have to tell him his eyes are pretty. An’ that he’s a hufflefish. Or a gryffinroar. He has to know, B–” he checks himself. “Boyd.”
“He really doesn’t–”
“An’, an’ I love him. I love him and I really wanna kiss him so bad,” Stiles says, feeling suddenly unaccountably sad. He’s never been to Hogwarts. He’s never kissed Derek. These are terrible injustices that he needs to rectify. “He has to know that I love him. I don’ think he knows tha’ yet.”
Boyd stops. Looks at him. Sighs, exasperated. “It might mean more if you say that to him sober.”
Stiles takes a deep breath through his nose, and tries to unscramble his thoughts. His stomach feels icky, like that one time he went sailing. “You’re righ’” he says, blinking. “Sober. You’re righ’.”
“I know.”
Boyd’s the best. His favorite of all Derek’s puppies. “You’re the best,” Stiles says. “You’re my favorite p-puppy.”
“Thanks,” Boyd says drily. “That means a lot.”
Stiles grins up at him. Then lurches forward and vomits all over his shoes.
Welcome to my country boys au and prepare to suffer with me :))))
Here’s the deal: Stiles and Derek grew up together but after a barn fire at the Hale ranch they grew apart. Derek’s parents died saving him and his sisters who had been camping out in the hayloft that night. Ever since the Hale siblings have all been different in their own ways, Laura moved away to New York for school and decided to stay out there. Cora pushed everyone who cared about her so far away that not even her siblings really know her anymore, and Derek? Well Derek left for the Rodeo.
I think I’m going to be technically a few minutes late by the time this posts, but for the @teenwolfdrabbles word “furry”… It’s a werewolf show. What do you want from me?
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“I’m not a furry!” Stiles protests, but Scott still seems skeptical.
“Dude, you asked Derek to”—and Scott glances around for fear they might be both heard and believed—“knot you. I think that makes you a furry.”
“First of all, that’s—” Stiles flails, searching for the worlds. “Speciesist. Or subspeciesist or something. He was born that way. That’s natural. For him.”
“If he wasn’t a werewolf, would you be into him?”
“Yes,” Stiles answers emphatically. Then, “If being into werewolves makes me a furry then so’s Allison.”
Initially, he doesn’t even touch Stiles, fingers hovering nervously above his skin as he connects all the marks on Stiles’ body like a treasure map, mind going blank as he does.
Eventually, when Stiles learns this calms Derek down -maybe when he knows Derek has had a particularly stressful day – he cranks up the heater, crawls on top of their bed naked and leaves a little note beside him saying ‘knock yourself out, big guy’ with eye liner or a non permanent maker attached to it.
After a while, Stiles gets used to waking up, finding his entire body covered in lines and shapes, like a dot to dot puzzle, and every time he smiles, gets this warm, fuzzy feeling in his chest knowing he’s helped Derek somehow.
Derek isn’t good at talking, doesn’t always manage to say what’s bothering him at the time it’s bothering him, and the fact Stiles can help him – even unconscious and snoring – is a big deal to him. Seeing Derek asleep and smiling, rested, when he wakes up (and all because of little things on his body he’s always hated) makes him happier than he ever thought possible. And hey, maybe that’s selfish, but he doesn’t care; not when Derek kisses him the next morning, whispering ‘thank you’ before turning over and falling back to sleep like he isn’t afraid of the bad dreams that might come, not when Stiles is there.
Heyy ^^ ¿Cómo va todo? Vengo a dejar mi aporte al día de Human!Derek, espero que lo disfrutes
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Las cosas no iban bien después de aquel enfrentamiento contra aquella bruja. Stiles lo entendió sin necesidad de tener un sexto sentido; en especial cuando Derek, el usualmente imperturbable alfa, soltó un quejido lastimero.
Pero Derek seguía siendo Derek, negó todo signo de peligro ante los demás y se preocupó por los otros heridos. Stiles comprendió que el rastro de sangre que dejó a su paso no era el de Scott, que había recibido un fuerte arañazo; ni de ningún otro beta, puesto que sanaron casi inmediatamente.
Esa noche, las estrellas no brillaron en el cielo, y la luna se escondió entristecida detrás de las nubes. Stiles no llegó a casa. Estuvo ocupado siguiendo a Derek hasta el loft.
Esa noche, cuando los brazos de Stiles consolaron las lágrimas de Derek; comprendió que la victoria tuvo un enorme sacrificio.
Derek no volvería a ser un alfa, ni beta. Derek perdió totalmente su poder para salvar a la manada. Y Stiles fue el único que estuvo ahí para recoger los pedazos y unirlos uno por uno; empezando por un abrazo, el cual fue el primero de muchos más que vinieron después.
(Translated: Things were not
going well after that confrontation with that witch. Stiles understood it
without needing a sixth sense; especially when Derek, the usually unflappable
alpha, gave a plaintive whimper. But Derek was
still Derek, denied any signs of danger to others and cared for the other
injured. Stiles understood that the trail of blood he left behind was not that
of Scott, who had received a strong scratch; or of any other beta, since they
healed almost immediately. That night, the
stars did not shine in the sky, and the moon hid behind the clouds saddened.
Stiles did not come home. He was busy following Derek to the loft. That night, when
Stiles’s arms consoled Derek’s tears; He understood that the victory had a huge
sacrifice. Derek would
never be an alpha, nor beta. Derek totally lost his power to save the pack. And
Stiles was the only one who was there to pick up the pieces and join them one
by one; starting with a hug, which was the first of many more that came later.)
For @teenwolfdrabbles word of the day “mighty,” this week’s “surprise,” and September’s “maddening.” Derek and Stiles don’t give a fuck.
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There’s no delay between opening the door and their meeting.
Stiles groans into Derek’s mouth and Derek grinds against him harder, fingertips digging into the joining of ass and thigh until Stiles wraps his legs around Derek’s waist.
Derek hoists him up, pins him to the wall, lips moving from Stiles’s to skim his pulse point and suck and bite at the spot he knows makes Stiles lose his mind.
“You guys know I’m here, right?” Isaac asks, just to have asked.
He watches them another minute, then turns on the TV.
Depending on your perspective, I’m either cheating or being efficient. For the @sterekdrabbles prompt: kit, free, prince; and for @smowkie’s sterek drabbles discord challenge: write a drabble with a pillow/blanket fort; AND for the @teenwolfdrabbles prompts: reason (daily) and surprise (weekly).
The pile of blankets in the ballroom surprised Derek, but not as much as the fox kit that burrowed deeper when Derek started dismantling the structure. He sat back on his heels and crossed his arms.
“You’re meant to be abed, Highness,” he admonished.
The young shapeshifter poked his head free of the quilts, chittered at Derek, and retreated again. Though he knew he should summon one of the prince’s minders, Derek also knew Stiles’s reasons for wanting solitude. The paint on his armor was fresh, but Derek was still a sworn knight.
He would stand guard through the night.
The young shapeshifter poked his head free of the quilts, chittered at Derek, and retreated again.
Why is that image so evocative and so cute? It might be the word chitter? Idk but I love it.
This was so much fun to write because this was basically how my girlfriend and I got together because I’m a total dork (she and I do have two anniversaries)
the amazing spiderman 2 is on in an hour
The text comes at the best time because Stiles is bored out of his mind and ready to take up knitting at the community center with the elderly if it meant finally getting some social interaction.
Be there in 10
He has no shame in replying instantly to Derek as he scrambles to grab his hightops and his hoodie from the back of the door. Sure, Stiles understood that his friends were busy this summer. They all had jobs and pack training usually wore them out, not to mention just about everyone was paired off and was more likely to hang out with their significant other than Stiles. He wasn’t bitter, it was just how it was. But that’s okay, ‘cause he had Derek.
it takes 15 to get here when you obey the speed limit
Is that the sound of Derek worrying
you’re impossible
Impossible to resist
Stiles hops into the Jeep and dutifully follows all the traffic laws and makes it to Derek’s in just under twenty minutes.
“Honey I’m hoooooome,” Stiles calls obnoxiously into the Hale House, chuckling when he hears Derek’s sigh from the kitchen. He drops his stuff by the door and enters the room that smells like freshly popped popcorn and that jalapeño powder that Stiles liked on his.
“You know the movie doesn’t start for another forty minutes, right?” Derek asks as he brings the popcorn bowls into the living room with Stiles tailing behind him with the drinks he snags from the fridge.
“And? Despite your belief, I do not just use you for your amazing flat screen TV.” Derek snorts and sits down and Stiles follows him down at the other end, tossing his feet up and onto Derek’s thigh. Derek has long since given into it and simply lifts the popcorn a safe distance while Stiles gets comfortable and then settles himself.
“Find anything new about the sidhe?” Derek prompts, tossing a kernel in his mouth.
“Yeah, actually. I found a blog that is run by an emissary that Deaton’s heard of and he had a lot to say,” The conversation continues with Derek asking clarifying questions and Stiles regurgitating all the information he’s found on whatever creature caught his fancy this week. The supernatural were much more fun to research while you weren’t in imminent parel. The movie starts and the conversation doesn’t completely die, just have odd little pauses when Stiles gets distracted by whatever is on screen.
“Dude, why is it so cold?” Stiles asks in the middle of defining the differences between faery and fairy (BIG difference, by the way).
“Oh, a bird flew into the house and broke a window and the heater has never really worked,” Derek shrugs, tilting his chin to the end of the hall where there is indeed a window covered in cardboard.
“Well, not all of us are supernatural heaters,” Stiles snipes, rubbing his upper arm and hoping the goosebumps die down soon. Derek lets out an exasperated sigh and holds out an arm. “What am I supposed to do with that? Chop it off and cuddle it?”
“Or you could come here where it is still attached,” Derek’s eyes close and when they reopen they’re fixed on the ceiling. Well, in retrospect, Stiles was being a little dull.
“Oh, yeah, that works too.” Stiles makes quick work of getting right up next to Derek and settling in the groove between his shoulder and chest. It’s a very nice spot to be and he’s in the perfect spot to demand Derek feed him popcorn – win win. It’s maybe half an hour later that Isaac stumbles in.
“Oops, sorry, didn’t mean to crash your date,” just as soon as he had entered, the blond was gone. Stiles stares after him and then turns to look at Derek.
“What?”
“You might want to use your words, Stiles.” Derek says with a bemused smile. Stiles would laugh but he’s too focused on what Isaac said.
“Isaac called this a date, we aren’t dating.”
“Yes, that’s true. But I’ve been trying to ask you out for so long, Isaac got tired of calling it kinda-not-really-dates and just calls them dates now to save himself the breath.” Derek brings a hand up to his face, massaging the bridge of his nose. Stiles makes a strange noise and tries to lift out of his spot and ends up using Derek’s chest for leverage.
“What do you mean?” His voice has upped by at least two octaves and he can see the werewolf wince.
“It’s fine, Isaac, it had to happen at some point,” Derek says in a normal voice, obviously communicating with the beta from where he’s probably in his room. “Stiles, what do we usually do together?” The question seems odd and Stiles nearly demands a straight answer but his brain is still kinda stuck so he goes with the flow.
“Uh, we go try the new food places around town and watch movies and you took me to that really cool old book store and we walk in the park and oh my god you’ve been taking me on dates, you asshole.” Derek winces and that snaps Stiles out of his stupor, “No no no, that’s not a bad thing except that you didn’t say they were dates, you complete dork!”
“I did, Stiles. I phrased it quite explicitly the first few times. After that I kinda gave up and thought you’d figure it out eventually.” He shrugs, dropping his hand from his face with a rueful smile.
“Derek, it’s been months!”
“Happy six months, Stiles.”
“You’re an idiot.”
“No, I think we’ve thoroughly proven who the idiot is here.”
“Oh my god, just kiss me already.” And kiss him he does. Soft and sweet and just a little awkward with the way they’re both smiling. But that didn’t matter, he was dating Derek Hale and that meant he got to kiss him whenever the hecky dizzle he wanted.
“Wait, Der, does this mean we have two anniversaries? ‘Cause it started on a different day for me.”
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