The lovely @inthearmsofathief picked my photoset for her @sterekreversebang this year 😀 Here’s what it inspired:
Hit Me With Your Best Shot
Five times Stiles and Derek crossed paths on the job and one time they weren’t working.
“You’re going to have to ask him for help.”
“I’m not asking him for help, Lydia,” Stiles sneered, trying valiantly to not look as she cleaned out the gash running across his bicep. “We’re mortal enemies. I refuse.”
Lydia sighed and pressed the cotton ball unnecessarily hard where a bullet had grazed him.
“You’re not enemies, Stiles. You’re the only one who thinks that.”
Stiles threw his good arm up in the air. “He tried to blow me up!”
Go, read it! 😀
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Imagine Stiles making a friendship bracelet and giving it to Derek (partially as a joke and partially because he really wanted to give Derek a gift) and to his surprise, Derek always wears it.
But like imagine Spark!Stiles who is only kinda starting to figure out his spark and all that it entails thinking about how much he wants Derek to be safe and happy and to have nice things while he makes the bracelet, not realizing the power of intent. Then, one day after Derek has had the bracelet for a few months and he has been wearing it every day, some big bad comes to town and while they are fighting that swipe that Derek took to the shoulder really should have done more damage, but it didn’t, and when they go talk to Deaton about it they discover that Stiles accidentally wove a protection charm into the friendship bracelet.
OOOOOH I’M SEEING A FIC
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Three guesses to whom the plaid shirt belongs to 😉
Sketch for @deadicateddeath for the @fandomcares sterek charity auction ✨
I FUCKING LOVE THE IDEA OF DEREK WEARING PLAID BECAUSE OF STILES. IT IS MY KRYPTONITE. Someone plz write me 3k of fluff where Derek secretly breaks into Stiles’ house and steals his shirts so that he can wear them because he likes Stiles scent. (He returns them obviously, once the scent starts to fade.) And he totally freaking manages it for a YEAR btw, but then one day of course Stiles catches him in the act of stealing/returning a shirt and is all “WTF, is THIS?”
And obviously at first Derek tries to glare him into submission with judicious use of his eyebrows, but Stiles isn’t scared of him anymore. NO SIR. So it doesn’t work at all.
And he won’t let Derek leave until he tells the truth. So, Derek’s forced to be honest. Offers a faltering explanation as he glares at the little patch of carpet to the left of Stiles foot. He can feel his ears burning, the blush creeping down his cheeks.
“You like my scent?” Stiles repeats, completely fucking bewlidered.
Derek’s shoulders hunch a little defensively. “It feels–”
“It feels?”
“Safe,” he finally admits.
Stiles doesn’t say anything for a long moment, but when Derek finally dares to meet his eyes, his expression is unbearably tender.
“Okay,” he says. “Guess you better go pick out another one then.” And he smiles. Small. Encouraging.
Derek’s heart feels like it’s gonna beat out of his chest.
And of course eventually there’s kissing and awkward confessions of long repressed FEELINGS. And then they totally make love. YES. MAKE LOVE. Derek’s not even gonna pretend that’s isn’t what it is.
And afterwards Stiles totally spoons him. So he’s completely cocooned. Enveloped in that warm, spicy scent that makes him feel whole. Complete.
“I thought my shirts were all getting kinda stretched,” Stiles says, nuzzling his ear.
”Sorry,” says Derek. But he isn’t sorry at all really. Because it got him this, didn’t it?.
OMG IT’S EVEN BETTER!
whaaaaaaaat its finally done?! my contribution for @stickykeys633 and @thisdiscontentedwinter‘s winning bid for @fandomcares!! its been fun y’all 🙂
with fic by the ever fantastic @dexterous-sinistrous
Moonburnt Kiss, [Explicit, 9425 words]
for @stickykeys633 and @thisdiscontentedwinter and their winning bid on the first ever @fandomcares auction
Just another day turned to shit, Stiles typed out his annoyance. He angrily hit the post button, knowing that his followers would show some support in his hour of crisis. He looked up at his dad, a sour expression pulled at his lips when he thought about their earlier conversation. He didn’t blame his dad, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to thank him for sending him away.
“Again, that’s very kind of you, Talia,” John concluded. He faintly smiled at whatever the woman had to say. “You too. Bye.” He hung up the phone, turning an eye to Stiles. “Don’t be that way,” he sighed when he caught the unhappy look Stiles was giving him.
“You’re not giving me a choice,” Stiles replied. “This is stupid, dad,” he complained. “I wanted to finish out my senior year here—in peace.”
“Stiles,” John tiredly uttered. “You can finish your online program fine in New York,” he knowingly stated. “That’s the whole reason I paid for that tuition.”
Stiles sighed, wishing his dad would have forgotten that little fact. It was hard to, when the whole reason John invested in the program was because it allowed Stiles to travel with him on prolonged cases, without jeopardizing his schoolwork.
“Besides, it’s only a few months until summer, and you’ve always wanted to go to New York,” John countered.
“On vacation, or for college, not as a charity case,” Stiles sharply stated. “We have the house—you have the money that I can stay at home fine.”
John was silent for a moment. His gaze lowered, looking at Stiles’ wrists, knowing the burns and scars that hid under the long sleeves. “I don’t want you by yourself,” he finally admitted. “What happened last time—”
“It wasn’t a big deal,” Stiles rushed to argue his logic. He subconsciously pulled the long sleeves down, curling the baggy material in the palm of his hands.
“What happened last time,” John calmly repeated. “Scared me.”
Stiles stared at the ground, unable to look at his father.
“I don’t want to leave you alone again,” John softly explained. “I don’t want to lose you.”
Stiles twisted the material in his hands. “It wasn’t what you thought.”
“I don’t think you meant to almost kill yourself,” John answered. “I think you were hurting, and it made you feel better.”
Stiles wanted to cry. His father was only half right about Stiles’ reasoning, but completely wrong about what he thought really happened. But he couldn’t tell his father the truth—not about his magic. And that was what hurt the most, having to lie to his father and let him believe that he pressed a hot lighter into his skin for the endorphin rush. That he caused a house fire because he couldn’t handle it.
“I’m not going to hurt myself,” Stiles weakly argued.
“I don’t want you being lonely either, Stiles,” John answered. “Please. This will ease my conscience.”
Stiles sighed, sinking into his chair. He knew his dad won with that line. “Okay,” he croaked, staring up at the ceiling as he tried not to cry.
~*~
The Hales weren’t just wealthy. No, that would make Stiles’ life a little too easy.
The Hales were werewolf royalty, as far as the world was concerned. They were one of the oldest packs in North America, with pack bonds tying them to even Europe’s strongest and most powerful.
Talia Hale was an activist for werewolf rights, garnering support among politicians and raising awareness about the difficulties werewolves faced every day. She worked hard to ensure that werewolves were guaranteed the same basic rights humans had, though not everyone agreed with her.
Broderick Hale was a doctor, with awards and accolades from every corner of the medical world. And to make things even more of a scandal, he was human.
And just like anything that was put in the public eye, every aspect of the Hale’s lives landed on the front page of tabloids. Invasive and downright rude questions had become a norm for them to suffer whenever cornered by a scandal crazed reporter.
So it all made sense that Talia was the most skeptical of outsiders, especially in relation to her children. She trusted very few people, and Kate Argent was not someone she was going to allow ample wiggle room. She would be the first to admit that she babied Derek out of her three children, but in the end she was justified in her weariness.
Derek had been the most trusting of the Hales, that was until Kate Argent tried to burn his whole world down into nothing but ash. He had trusted Kate—he may have even loved her.
And to make it worse, it was her bigoted, baseless hatred for werewolves that spurred her actions.
When Derek started sneaking out to meet with Kate, Talia contacted John.
It didn’t take John long to discover the radicalized community the Argents had developed over years of indoctrination. He gave Talia all the information she needed to realize that Kate had ulterior motives for dating Derek—that her father’s ‘Human First’ sentiment had tainted his family to the core.
Derek had been heartbroken when his mother told him—he even had the typical irrational teenager’s response to not believe it. It wasn’t until Kate tried to light Derek’s motorcycle on fire that it was painfully clear.
As a result, the Argents were labeled as a radical hate group, and Kate, along with Gerard, was sentenced for attempted murder, and the conspiracy to commit a mass murder.
Talia felt indebted to John for his work, fearing that her family could have suffered much worse had he not intervened the way he had.
That all lead to Stiles’ current predicament. Thanks to his dad’s work, he was now being housed through the summer by Talia Hale, Alpha of the Hale pack, and all around terrifying woman.
Stiles counted himself lucky, realizing that the Hales were all leading lives of their own—too busy to notice the additional person in their home.
At least, that was the lie he told himself. A lie that was shattered by Derek Hale’s perfect everything.
Hi there!
Here’s a sterek fanart I did for one of the @fandomcares projects.
They organize silent charity auctions in order to help sterek/steter fans in need.I want to thank @im2old4thisotp who bid on me!! This drawing was based on her lovely fic:
I’ll stop the world and dance with you
(Thanks so much for helping and I hope you like the drawing!) ❤
Please drop by her AO3 and read it! And, if you can, please check the fandomcares blog and help bidding on coming auctions, or reblog the posts to spread the word!
Thank you so much!
Neck porny enough? 😀 akissforabite , thank you for the awesome ask. Neck porn FTW!! ❤
Okay but but but I am CRAAAAVING some mountain man!Derek who returns to his family’s land with a small cottage that he shared with his giant family in a small, small village up in the forest filled mountains of a small country, where everything is a little old fashioned, where everything is simple and relaxed and safe, where he takes Erica, Isaac, Boyd and Jackson mushroom picking in the forest, showing them the territory they will inherit one day and teaching them about all the things they can use from nature, giving them so many foundations for their futures, giving them all the wealth that he has, all the knowledge and all the love and comfort of family, all the childhood experiences they never had, like apple picking and sword fighting with self made wooden sticks, and riding horses, rebuilding the house and their own rooms even though they mostly just share the living room anyway. They have apple trees and peach trees and plum trees, they have wild strawberries and raspberries and grapes and watermelons. They trade their mushrooms and animals they learn to hunt with milk and cheese from the neighbors, but they have their own chickens, who worship Isaac as their king. They get a foal that they raise on their own and who Erica learns to ride without a saddle or reins, they are like one being. Boyd tends to their little herb garden and learns to make the best home cooked meals from all home grown and self picked products. Jackson learns to love the mini tractor and tending to the fields and spending some time in the sun, working hard picking corn. Not only do they get to relax and just LIVE but they get to be kids again, learning with wide eyed fascination, running freely through the mountains, dressing in comfy t-shirts and old shorts and worn out sneakers and boots, dirt under their fingernails, and no one cares about who’s popular and who has what or how much money. They have a working bathroom but they always go get fresh water from one of the many springs around. They are a loving, healthy family, bound tight with nature.
And one day they stumble upon a newbie lost in the forest, who has bitten down nails, fancy sneakers, khaki pants and way too many layers of shirts, who picked all the wrong mushrooms, totally ran through like 10 different spiderwebs, tripped once or twice, stepped in the water from the springs, and is a total mess. He came to check out his heritage but he knows nothing about this life. He’s trying but Derek sees him accidentally poisoning himself or falling down the mountainside or getting kicked by the horse and he totally thinks Stiles should leave. The next few days Stiles proves that he can read a shit ton but Derek still knows much better and he is not impressed until he sees Stiles is actually a quick learner and is really smart, and might just be serious about getting in touch with his past and nature. Additionally Stiles is really good with the rest of the pack. They take to him. So Derek starts taking him in and teaching him.
It’s summer and Cora and Laura work in a nearby town and swing by on the weekends, and sometimes even more distanced cousins come to stay with them, and the little village comes together as well, so there aren’t even enough chairs for everyone when they eat late lunch/early dinners together. There’s a lot of food to go around, and fresh, cold watermelon they can eat with the juice dripping down their chins, and everyone joins in on playing ball afterward. Then as night falls they light a fire and play some music and life is good.
It’s late at night when most everyone has dispersed and the pack has started falling asleep that Stiles with his red hoodie hanging around his shoulders scoots closer to Derek with pink blooming cheeks, and the fire reflecting in his face, making his eyes glow golden and Derek can’t look at him for too long without getting lost and feeling like the newborn colt he had taken Stiles for I’m the beginning. So he stares out toward the moonlit valley and the dark peaks behind it, lets the warmth of Stiles’ thigh against his flood through his very soul. He’s tongue tied but Stiles talks, like always, and it soothes something in him. Stiles ends up confessing how much good the summer had done him. He talks about his mother and his panic attacks, and his ADHD, and the medications, and how much he struggled with life and how much easier and lighter he felt there, and he thanks Derek for taking him in and helping him, even going so far as accepting him in his house. Derek doesn’t want to interrupt him but he also wants him to stop thanking him because Stiles brought so much with him in return, for the pack, for him, he fit right in. Derek starts telling him about his past and how much this place meant to him, how it combined the past and a fresh start, he talks about how happy his parents would be to know there was someone to carry on the traditions, he talks so openheartedly like he hadn’t for years, and somewhere in the back Laura smiles softly to herself, reminding herself to give Stiles an extra tight hug tomorrow.
Derek catches himself at some point and huffs quietly.
“You’re really something,” he tells Stiles.
“Something good, I hope,” Stiles says and there is a nervous tone to his voice.
“Something good,” Derek confirms, risking a look over to him. It’s his undoing. He gets lost in those deep, heartfelt brown eyes, follows the moles down to the soft pink lips, that hang open. His gaze darts back up to Stiles’ eyes when he realizes Stiles is leaning in, and the blush spreads but Stiles stares back, hopeful.
Derek meets him in the middle.
Yaaaiii! I finished colouring this, and I uploaded two different version [x] [x] of the adorbs on S6. ~♥
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