Stiles and
Derek have been dating for a while now and it’s time to take the next step: meeting
the family.
For @robinmadestilesdoit, who requested a Alive!Hale
Family AU where Stiles is introduced to Derek’s family as his boyfriend, but he
already knows about werewolves and doesn’t mind. A little bit of fluff and angst.
Thank you for the 2000 followers!
Stiles couldn’t help but fidget. His mouth was dry and his
hands were shaking as he toyed with the hem of his shirt.
“Hey,” Derek whispered, taking one of Stiles’ hands in his. “It’ll
be okay.”
Stiles swallowed hard against the lump in his throat, not
trusting his voice enough to talk. He offered Derek a weak smile, letting the
man pull him close and press a kiss to his temple.
Derek pulled him close, looking lovingly into Stiles’ eyes. “What’s
wrong?”
“I’m just nervous,” Stiles said dismissively.
“I know you’re nervous, but there’s something else,” Derek
pointed out. “What is it?”
“You and I both know that I’m… an acquired taste,” Stiles
said quietly. “And one that not many people like.”
“They’re going to love you,” Derek reassured him.
“But what if they don’t?” Stiles asked. “What if this goes
so horribly wrong that they refuse to let you ever see me again?”
Derek couldn’t help but smile. He craned his neck and
brought his lips to Stiles’, kissing him softly.
“If it came down to it, I would choose you over my family
without a heartbeat’s hesitation,” Derek whispered. “But it won’t come to that.”
“How can you be so sure of that?” Stiles asked.
Derek slid his hand into Stiles’ lacking their fingers
together. “Because I love you.”
They made their way across the front yard and up to the
front doors of the intimidating manor. Derek bounded up the steps and onto the
porch, pulling Stiles along behind him. He reached for the knocker and tapped
it against the brass plate before stepping back to Stiles’ side.
Stiles felt his heart slam against his ribs.
Derek seemed to notice his discomfort, kissing the top of
Stiles’ head as he whispered, “It’s going to be fine.”
The large door rattled as it opened.
Stiles looked at the young woman standing in the doorway.
She wore simple black dress with a beaded black belt coiled around her waist.
Her long brown hair billowed around her shoulders in waves. Her bright
aventurine eyes lit up as she looked at them, and for a second Stiles could see
the resemblance.
“Hi,” she said excitedly, her face lit up by a radiant
smile.
“Hey, Laura,” Derek greeted.
She pushed the door open and held her arms out for her
brother.
Derek gave Stiles’ hand a squeeze before letting go and
hugging his big sister.
“Come in, come in,” she said when she released Derek from
the hug. She waved them inside and shut the door.
For @teenwolfdrabbles: September’s maddening, this week’s surprise, and today’s think. Could be a far-off sequel to these.
“Was I an accident?” Laura asks and Stiles nearly spits his water, like years ago seeing her Dad on that screen.
Derek handles it better. He crouches down, scoops her up, chest rumbling with something Stiles calls a purr even though Derek keeps telling him wolves don’t purr. “Why do you ask, Laura?”
“Uncle Scott said—”
“Scott said what?” And Stiles is fuming, even though he knows his dumbass friend just said something Laura misunderstood. It was maddening how often Scott still put his foot in his mouth.
Derek stays focused on Laura, smiling gently. “A surprise isn’t an accident.”
“So…” The man was at the door to a shed now. “The previous owners left everything, so I think there should be everything you need. But let me know if you need me to pick up anything, or if you prefer, you can buy it and I’ll reimburse you…”
“Everything I need?” Stiles repeated. He had obviously missed something.
“You know.” The man smiled again, a little more cautiously. He was looking at Stiles as if he were a bit mentally-challenged. “To clean the pool.”
“To clean the pool,” Stiles repeated. He looked around. Then he looked down at himself, taking in his stained shirt, cargo shorts, and raggedy Converse.
“Oh!” he said. “Because I’m the pool guy.” And that’s not what he meant to say at all. He meant to say, “You think I’m the pool guy.”
Derek likes the fact that it looks like lightning. Tells Stiles as much, when he sees it. Stiles grimaces and tries to shove his shirt back down. Doesn’t like people looking at him.
He’d been in a t-shirt, just come from lacrosse practice because Derek called him. Something about a nightmare, and needing advice; thinks Stiles is the most qualified to decipher his dreams after the past month he’s had. Where his mind wasn’t his own. .
Stiles pulls open the door of the loft, skids into the room. “Do you mind if I get some water, dude? I’m sweating buckets. Coach ran us hard today.”.
Derek shrugs. “Help yourself,” he says, directing him towards the kitchen, watching as Stiles’ sweeps his forearm across his face, pushing back his sweaty hair so it’s standing on end.
Stiles doesnt even bother with a glass. He turns on the faucet and sticks his mouth under the spicket, gulping down huge mouthfuls of water. He pauses to breathe through his nose every few seconds, then he sticks his whole head under the stream, soaking his hair and washing out the smell of sweat and salt. Stiles reaches up to turn off the flow and then shakes his head like a dog, sending a spray of water within the sink and across the countertops. When he leans back up, Derek sees it.
A streak of red and purplish bruises along the back of his neck that disappear into his shirt. They look like veins, but Derek hasn’t seen any that look like that. Maybe a bit of blue running along his mom’s stomach when she’d been pregnant with Cora, but never like this. .
He’s at Stiles’ back in a moment, pulling up his t-shirt, and Stiles squawks, heartbeat picking up. .
“What’s this from?” Derek asks, trailing his fingers up the dark trail of mottled skin, thumb stopping to press against the large mole at the base of Stiles’ scapula; dragging his thumbnail across it when Stiles’ lets out a heavy breath.
“The trickster spirit,” Stiles sighs. “It’s pretty bad. Marin says it probably won’t fade.”
“I like it,” Derek says, but mostly just likes it because it’s Stiles’ skin. Not that he can tell Stiles that.
Stiles scoffs, tries to tug his shirt back down, but Derek places both hands on his back, hears the intake of breath. “What’re you doing?”
“Looks like lighting,” Derek tells him, but doesnt bother touching the mark. Fingers Stiles’ vertebrae until he reaches the mole in the middle of his back. Can’t keep himself from playing connect the dots and making Stiles breath come a little quicker, heartbeat bouncing like a rabbit’s, and the smell of sweat starting to thicken.
“It’s beautiful,” Derek tells him, and Stiles reaches behind himself to grab Derek’s wrist.
A companion/sequel tothis and possible prequel tothis for today’s @sterekdrabbles words wound, defend, fit, and this week’s theme of loyalty. These have all been a bit…darker.
Derek is wracked with guilt when he finds out the hunter had gone after Stiles.
He assures himself that Stiles isn’t wounded, that the blood isn’t his, examines Stiles’s eyes, what lies behind his steady gaze.
“I should’ve been there to protect you,” Derek mutters, frustrated with his own inabilities.
Stiles shrugs, but there’s tension. A lie. “I can defend myself.”
But Derek knows Stiles is wondering if this will change how they fit together, if he’ll see the monster lying beneath—not an incident or a coincidence but a pattern.
It’s been a quiet few years, and the McCall Pack has grown and settled. But, when the Hale Pack return to Beacon Hills they find Scott isn’t as welcoming as they had hoped. Soon they, Stiles, and Lydia, find out that not everything about the McCall Pack is as it has always seemed. Anthracite [n] hard, shiny coal that has a high carbon content. It is valued as a fuel because it burns with a clean flame and without smoke or odor, but it is much less abundant than bituminous coal; (c.1600) a type of ruby-like gem described by Pliny, from Latin anthracites “bloodstone, semi-precious gem”
It’s been almost a year to the day since I finished posting this monstrosity! I consider it my fix-it!fic for the universe that was Teen Wolf. It’s certainly not for everyone – as always, heed the tags! – but if you’re put off by the word count alone, please don’t be! Especially if you like a slow-burn into the Sterek relationship.
For @sterekdrabbles! July 25th’s prompt was method, fold, answer! I didn’t use the pride theme this time, but enjoy this drabble anyways! This is the exact way my friends and I used to fold our notes back in high school! XD Ah, memories… You can imagine them in either high school or middle school in this one.
There was a proper method to folding notes, Stiles had found. Fold the top right corner down diagonally until it reached the left edge. Then fold over what was left of the right side horizontally until it also touched the left edge. Then flip the note over and fold it up into thirds, forming a little rectangle. Then fold the little point into the pocket that was there, and voila, a perfectly sealed note!
He passed the note to Derek with a wink as they walked by each other in the hallway. Stiles couldn’t wait to get an answer back.
(The sterekdrabbles challenge for 08/29/18: “defend,
wound, fit”
Theme: loyalty
So I wrote angst. Light angst, with hopeful ending. But the truth is never in a million years would I let Derek die of any wounds. And you can bet the rent money he’ll live to serve his prince in other, much more pleasant ways.)
Stiles grinned over at Cora, who was watching Derek and Lydia taking pictures
of the Grand Canyon before them. “Are you kidding me? Two gorgeous people
looking like the picture perfect couple? I’m not surprised people are staring.
They probably think Derek and Lydia are models or actors.”
“We should give them a different reason to stare.”
Stiles’ eyes widened. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
“Shall we?”
Stiles’ laughed and nodded quickly. “Wait! We need flowers.”
Cora blinked at him but then caught on to what he wanted and headed for their
car. A minute later Stiles and Cora moved closer. People were still staring at
Derek and Lydia, some even sneaking pictures and murmuring. Cora moved to Lydia’s
side, catching her by surprise as she dipped Lydia back, and leaned down to
kiss her soundly before handing her the lily.
Stiles wrapped his arm around Derek’s waist and when Derek turned his head to
look at Stiles, Stiles leaned up to kiss him, before handing him the rose. “Hiya
handsome.” He grinned again when he realized the plan had worked and people
were staring for a whole other reason now.
Hello! Look another double drabble from me today. LOL. The awesome @allourheroes (Whose profile picture I love XD) asked for #50, Sterek, from this list here! The prompt is “People are staring”. Technically this is Sterek and bonus Cordia because why not? @theproblemwithstardust posted something earlier and I remembered she likes Cordia so I wanted to include that for fun. @allourheroes if this isn’t enough Sterek for you, I can try again. But I hope you like it! If anyone else wants to prompt me from the list, I’ll write drabbles for Sterek, Malec, or the Leverage OT3. Thanks!!
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