I
really want to write a sterek Persephone and Hades/Greek Mythology AU where the
Gods are split into three families: Argent, the gods of the Heavens and the
Land; Deucalion, the God of the Sea, and the Hales, the gods of the Underworld.
Stiles
is the god/demigod of Spring and nature and Derek is the God of the Underworld –
a role he inherited after his family died. Although he’d never admit it, he finds
Stiles fascinating.
One
day, while Stiles is walking through a field, he’s bitten by a venomous python.
Scared for Stiles’ life, Derek carried him to the Underworld to take care of
him.
When
Chris Argent, the God of the Heavens, hears of this, he storms the Underworld and
demands that Stiles be taken to Olympus. Derek refuses, explaining that he is
safest in the Underworld where he can keep his soul safe, whereas if he were to
die in Olympus, Derek could not stop his demons from taking the boy’s soul.
Derek swears that Stiles has his protection and every day Derek travels to the
Surface World to gather food, water and ingredients for medicine for Stiles so
that he does not eat or drink anything from the Underworld and subsequentially
bind him to the Underworld without his consent.
Stiles
slowly recovers, still too weak to return to the surface world and spends most
of his days sitting by the fireplace, using a talisman to talk to the dead – to
his mother – or helping the small, potted apple tree by the fireplace grow.
He and
Derek grow close, Stiles opening up to him and proving himself to be wise for
his age as he tells Derek that he’s not the monster others see him to be; “The
largest shadows are cast by the most magnificent light, and those that seem to
be nothing more than a light are often hiding the darkest shadows.”
Derek is
determined to take care of Stiles and, as much as it pains him, he wants to
make sure that he has the choice of leaving once he has healed.
But
Stiles’ dad is furious; the fields and crops are dying without his son’s
attention and he does not trust the God of the Underworld to keep his son safe.
He wages war against Derek.
Derek
takes it willingly, walking to the Surface without an army and ready to die if
it means Stiles is safe.
Stiles
hears about this and is furious. He plucks the apple from the tree he has grown
and walks to the Surface. He stands defiantly between the opposing forces; his
father’s army and Derek. Derek notices the glossy red apple in his hand (green
apples grow on the Surface, red apples grow in the Underworld) and tries to
stop him, but it’s too late; Stiles takes a bite from the apple.
The
war is ended, Stiles making his choice to live between the two worlds, as the
God of Spring and the King of the Underworld.
But
something is wrong. Derek’s uncle, Peter – the next in line to rule the
Underworld – is enraged. He confronts Stiles, explaining that he sent the
python that was meant to kill the boy, he wanted to destroy Derek and take the
throne that his nephew had stolen from him. In a fit of rage, he tries to kill
Stiles again. But no one messes with the King of the Underworld.
Peter
underestimated Stiles, the boy fights back and overpowers him.
The disturbance
in the Underworld draws Derek’s attention. The three families – Hale,
Deucalion, and Argent – rush to help, only to find Peter subdued and Stiles
injured but alive.
Peter
is banished to Tartarus and Derek and Stiles are left to live happily ever
after, cuddling by the fire in the Underworld and walking through the fields of
the Surface World.
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.
“’Tis a disaster, Derek!” Stiles spoke with a heavy accent.
“Stiles…”
“Halt thy words, beloved. ‘Tis a tragedy this is. Throw me off the nearest
highest height because I have failed thee.”
Derek’s lips twitched as Stiles made dramatic hand gestures, before he flopped
down on the couch. “Are you done with the drama?”
Stiles opened his eyes again, voice going back to normal. “I baked those
cupcakes as a surprise for you. Now, thanks to my clumsiness, they’re ruined.”
Derek smiled, leaning down to scoop up a fallen cupcake. “I’m still going to
eat these.”
“You do love me!”
I ah. LOL. I’m half
asleep. I blame this Sterek crack on that. I mean cupcakes are still good even
if they fall on the floor right? *Crickets* Yeah okay so! LOL. @sterekdrabbles
came out with new words today, which are: Halt, disaster, height. And yeah,
enjoy Stiles being crazy, and Derek loving him anyway.
No, but really, can we talk about Stiles’ face in this? Because that is a completely, 100 percent, I’m-comfortable-talking-and-bantering-with-you face. Which is in total opposition to season one or season two. I wanna know when “I’m not afraid of you. Okay, maybe I am” and “I’m taking my arm off” turned into fucking play time without fear of being head smashed into a steering wheel. I want to know when Stiles began winking and grabbing Derek by the arm and smirking in confident companionship. I want those 4 months we didn’t get to see. I want them and a large bag of popcorn.
Pairing: Sterek Rating: Explicit Word Count: 7349 Warnings: References to Allison dying, and some minor/general talk about domestic violence (in an oblique fashion)– these opinions are mine and come from personal experience, but if this is triggering for you maybe give this one a miss. Summary: After running into Stiles at the late night movies, Derek realises just how badly Stiles is handling the post-nogitsune fallout. He knows the feeling.
He was already tired by the time he got to the cinema, but tired and sleepy were two sides of the same coin, and Stiles knew only too well that you could be the one without the other. He stood out in the lobby, glancing up to confirm the spelling of one of the foreign movies with a one a.m. start time as he googled it to see what it was about. He had just settled on L’Atalante and turned in the direction of the ticket counter when he felt a presence behind himself and spun, flinching, as he lashed out with a closed fist.
He wasn’t sure who was more surprised at the fact that he landed the punch: him, or Derek, who stood with a palm pressed to his chin and a look of stunned, wide-eyed surprise.
“What the fuck?” Stiles exclaimed, startled.
“Stiles? What are you doing here?”
His heart still thundering from the thick, cloying fear that had suffused him at sensing something behind him, Stiles looked incredulously around them at the very obvious setting they were standing in.
Derek frowned as the sting of contact faded. “What are you doing here, alone, after midnight, on a Saturday night? Does your dad know you’re here?”
Stiles scowled. “Thanks for your concern, dude, but yes , Dad knows I’m here.” He seemed content to ignore the rest of Derek’s questions in favour of shifting his weight awkwardly and trying to pretend that his shoulders weren’t actually as tight as the stiff line of them indicated.
Derek just waited, but instead of cracking and beginning to ramble like he once would have, Stiles shrugged and moved away, purchasing his ticket without looking back at Derek. After a moment’s hesitation Derek followed, maintaining a respectful distance, and purchased a ticket of his own. He was surprised when Stiles skipped the concession bar and headed straight into the theatre, but bought his own bag of Skittles and followed Stiles down the hall.
Of course they ended up in the same cinema, watching the same movie, and it was just the two of them and an older guy who was already asleep. Derek focussed his hearing to make sure the guy actually was just sleeping, then settled in a row towards the back, just behind and to the right of Stiles.
The kid looked worse than the unconscious man in the second row, Derek thought. Pale, wan, and with deep, purple circles beneath his eyes. After everything that had happened with the nogitsune, though, that was probably to be expected. But the vitality that Derek had always found so synonymous with Stiles, the life and the energy just seemed to be gone, like all the joy had been sucked from him at the same time the nogitsune had been expelled.
Watching closely and feeling like a creeper for doing so, Derek frowned at the way Stiles slumped down in his seat, defeated, then scolded at himself for his degree of concern. He was a teenage boy dealing with some crazy supernatural shit– of course he was going to have down periods, even someone as vaguely manic as Stiles was capable of being.
Still, Derek kept a close eye on him, through the movie and then after as they left the cinema together, Stiles with his shoulders hunched forward and his hands shoved deep into his pockets as though warding off a chill. They parted with small nods of acknowledgement and Derek watched thoughtfully as Stiles moved off towards the Jeep, climbed in and pulled out of the parking lot without looking back.
@MelvinSmarty: A (teen) wolf in sheep’s clothing?…or, not much clothing. @TylerL_Hoechlin on set in #MELVINSMARTY
I feel like this is definitely rich, frat boy/college sports star Derek Hale, who has just woken up to find his hook up from the previous night (STILES), freaking out about the fact that they slept together. Because they’ve known each other three years now and done NOTHING but argue in every class they share.
“Was this a joke?” Stiles says, hopping about on one foot as he tries to put a sock on. “Are you hazing me? Because I’m a junior. And I don’t want to join your stupid fraternity.”
“Yeah,” Derek says flatly. “I’m hazing you. That’s why you fucked me last night.”
“Yeah. Well. Your frilly pillowcases have LIMES on them.” Stiles says flailing at them wildly with his other sock.. “Forgive me for thinking that this can’t be real.”
Derek huffs out a sigh. “Will you please just come back to bed?”
Stiles pauses. Gloriously naked, except for one socked foot. “Are you serious?”
“Why wouldn’t I be serious?”
“Because. We hate each other.”
“Wait. You hate me?”
“Okay.” Stiles puffs out his cheeks and blows out a sigh. His cheeks are faintly pink. “I don’t hate you. But you definitely hate me.”
Derek arches an eyebrow. Bemused. “You think I hate you.”
“We disagree about everything. EVERYTHING. All the time.”
“Healthy debate is good for relationships.” Derek says and Stiles snorts. “Stilinski, I’ve been trying to ask you out for months.”
“No–”
“I bought you tickets to comic con. I dedicated our victory against Arizona State to you.”
“Yeah,” Stiles sputters. “Ironically.”
Derek throws up his hands in frustration. “We have so much chemistry. And you’re funny and loyal, and, up until about two minutes ago, I would’ve said you were smart. Why wouldn’t I like you?”
“Oh god.” Stiles closes his eyes, jaw ticking furiously.
“Stiles?”
He holds up a hand. Eyes still closed. “One second,” he says through gritted teeth. “I’m just taking a moment to mourn the fact that we could have been fucking since–” He cracks open an eye and glares at Derek.
“Freshman year,” Derek supplies. “I’ve pretty much had the biggest crush on you since our Freshman year.”
“Oh my god,” Stiles spits. He sounds beyond pissed. “Fuck.” He pounces on top of Derek, arms caging in him. “You are unbelievable. We’re both idiots.”
“Mainly you,” Derek says, and tugs him in for a fierce kiss. They don’t get out of bed for the rest of the day.
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