Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Vernon Boyd/Erica Reyes
Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Vernon Boyd, Erica Reyes, Isaac Lahey, Ennis (Teen Wolf), Papa Lahey, Sheriff Stilinski, Jordan Parrish, Julia Baccari, Claudia Stilinski, Brief Lydia Martin, Brief Scott McCall
Additional Tags: Wolf Derek, Drifter Derek, half-fae stiles, Families of Choice, Magic!Stiles, Pack Dynamics, gratuitous princess bride references, basically a repository for all my feels tbh, Slow Burn, mainly POV Derek, but some POV Sheriff as well, Alpha Derek, isaac’s dad is an abusive dick, Just like in canon, Hale Pack 2.0, who are beautifully dysfunctional and at times a little bit incompetent but basically still kick ass, Vernon Boyd & Isaac Lahey Friendship, BAMF Stiles, happy ending!, Derek Hale Deserves Nice Things, and so does stiles
Summary:
“What’s your name? I can’t keep calling you Balto.”
“What’s yours?”
“Stiles.”
Derek raises an eyebrow. That isn’t his real name. There’s no way. But now he thinks about it, he has a vague memory of someone, probably Uncle Peter, telling him that with the fae, names have power. “I’m Miguel,” he says.
“Lie.”
“Are you trying to tell me your real name is Stiles?”
Stiles runs his tongue across his teeth and considers Derek carefully. “Fair enough,” he says, “Miguel it is.”
Grabbing his groceries and pocketing the change, Derek turns to leave; he’s nearly at the door when Stiles calls out, “By the way, Miguel, if you’re interested, it’s two for one on bags of kibble at the pet store down the street.”
Derek doesn’t look back, doesn’t hesitate, just raises a hand and flips him off on the way out.
Stiles knows the difference between hallucination and reality. He’s got it down to a science now, every trick in the book memorized, because if he didn’t he’d go insane. Again.
So he knows, he knows, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that Derek Hale is not actually in his bedroom with him right now.
“You never know,” Lydia said. “Perhaps the Wolf Lord will ask you to dance tonight.”
Stiles scoffed. “Oh, yes, of course he will. And then he’ll transform into a giant black wolf and whisk me away to his estate to live happily ever after.” He rolled his eyes at the thought. “Actually, I rather hope he does ask me to dance. I can tell him how ridiculous these masquerades are.”
CharWright5 | 19.4K | soulmates | tattoo artist Derek
Stiles had often thought about how he’d meet his soul mate, the literal muscular man of his dreams. He just didn’t ever imagine finding him on Facebook where a friend had shared a news article about a werewolf John Doe in a coma after a car wreck four hours out of town. And he also didn’t expect to bond and fall in love with the guy’s family before ever saying two words to him out loud.
When a new bakery opens in town, mattress store salesman Stiles forms some immediate impressions about its owner—which isn’t helped by the fact that everyone else in Beacon Hills seems to adore the guy.
Stiles patted his pockets for his phone, then frowned. “These aren’t my pants.”
Boyd snorted into his pancakes. “Not much gets by you in the mornings, does it?”
“Please tell me nobody undressed me.” Unbidden, a memory of attempting a very poorly executed striptease at an undergrad frat party came to mind. Luckily Scott had been there to save Stiles from himself.
Stiles is 18 when he finds out exactly what’s going on in Beacon Hills. He has a few months left before he goes off to college, has a while to help Scott become the best werewolf he can be – and also to get into Derek Hale’s pants. And his heart.
In his sophomore year, Stiles gets dragged to lacrosse try outs by Scott and ends up practising alongside the senior captain, Derek Hale. Stiles just wants to live long enough to become a junior.
Stiles and Derek have been close friends since the Hale siblings moved in next door after their parents’ death. But Derek’s in the popular group, he’s a star baseball player, and he dates popular Pep Squad captain Jennifer Blake. Stiles doesn’t have any of that, just his skateboard and a hopeless crush on Derek (oh yeah, and his Vote Lydia Martin Prom Queen button). As prom and the baseball state championship grow closer, Stiles and Derek start rekindling their friendship.
Awkward Nerd Derek has been crushing on Handsome Jock Stiles since forever—so getting paired with him on a Chemistry project is definitely the best/worst thing that’s ever happened to him.
Option A : violently tell Derek that they are under no circumstances ever to hook up again because it was stupid and dumb.
Option B : tell Scott the truth, stand back and watch as Scott kills Derek with his bare hands so Stiles doesn’t even have to face the music. Not an option at all, actually. Expunge this from the record.
The real Option B : calmly explain to Derek that the situation is too fucked up and hey, maybe if Derek and Scott ever shake hands and make up, he and Stiles can hook up again because, man…it was great.
Option C : forget everything, charge headfirst into danger like fuckin’ Braveheart and have sex with Derek all over again.
Option D : bury himself alive and wait for the worms to eat him.
It’s the soft, almost worried look that Erica gives him before she walks away that leaves Stiles feeling confused. Like the conversation they’d had wasn’t puzzling enough but that look. ‘Is she… rooting for me? That was her being all supportive, right?‘
He watches the way she drums her fingers against her short skirt, waiting for the elevator doors to open and goes over their conversation. The lady wants him to suck it up and apologize to Derek. Which, had actually been part of his plan anyways, to be clear. Stiles is just… waiting for the right moment. He believes in giving people some (read: a lot) of space before (attempting) an apology.
This is a @fandomcares piece written for the wonderful @gwendoland. You can also find it here on AO3.
It’s a sequel to The Light in the Woods, so it mayn’t make much sense if you haven’t read that one first!
Summary: Stiles is everything that Derek ever wanted… almost.
Sometimes Derek forgets that Stiles is a creature of magic. Sometimes he forgets there’s unknowable power behind the spark in his eyes, the quirk in his smile, and the sound of his laughter. Sometimes Derek forgets that perhaps there is a part of him that should be terrified of Stiles, because Stiles is the Nemeton. Stiles is the Light in the Woods. Stiles once called up a storm to force an entire army into the dark woods, and let the trees swallow them.
And yet …
Stiles is Stiles.
He stays up too late at night reading, and falls asleep at breakfast. He makes daisy chains in the spring. He curls into Derek’s side when he sleeps, his ear pressed against Derek’s chest and a faint smile turning the shape of his mouth into a gentle curve.
There was a time when Derek thought Stiles was an insult.
Now he knows he was a gift.
Stile is long limbs and languid sighs. He is kiss-bitten lips. He is breathlessness and desperation and cries that pierce the darkness. He is the things that Derek wanted, and never had the words to articulate. He is the answer to a prayer that Derek didn’t know his soul was whispering. He is everything.
Almost.
There is a kind of knowing sorrow in Laura’s eyes when Derek hands her baby back to her. A niece. A future leader who will wear her mother’s crown when she is old enough. For now she is a pinched little mouth and wrinkled fingers, and she is beautiful.
Laura is tired, wrung out. Her hair hangs in sweaty tendrils. The shadows under her eyes are as dark as bruises. She is somehow still radiant though. It’s her smile, Derek thinks. Her smile as she looks down at the tiny daughter cradled in her arms.
“Where is Uncle Peter?” she asks. “He hasn’t been to see me. I ought to command him. He wouldn’t refuse an order from his queen.”
“He might,” Derek says mildly.
They had a cousin once. A little girl. Derek thinks that she might be the reason Peter has not yet come to see the baby. There are some things even Peter Hale can’t easily face.
A shadow passes over Laura’s face.
Laura’s husband steps forward, and kneels beside Laura’s chair. His name is Jordan Parrish. He is the second son of a second son of a duke. He has a name, but no fortune. He is a nobody, which is why Peter chose him to marry Laura. He cannot threaten her power. She is Queen of Triskelion, but he will never be king. He is her consort, not her master.
In public, he walks a pace behind her.
In private, Derek has seen them laughing together. They seem happy.
Today Jordan looks worshipful as he gazes at his wife and daughter. His smile is as radiant as Laura’s.
Derek doesn’t think they even notice when he leaves.
Stiles makes the mistake of taking Derek’s sword and now the grumpy werewolf seems determined to stop him from stealing and landing himself in jail.
Stiles is not pleased. He’s also starving.
(Or the one in which Derek has good intentions, but little understanding of how Dragon biology works. He just wants the cute mole-speckled kid to be safe). —–
“Five meals, Scott. Derek Hale has stopped me from eating five meals. I can’t believe he’s really trying to kill me over stealing his sword. That’s so petty of him. It isn’t like I meant to steal it,” Stiles complains.
“You kind of did mean to, dude,” Scott adds unhelpfully.
“But you don’t understand, Scott. It-”
“Just smelled so good? I know, you’ve said that like fifty times over the past two weeks,” Scott says.
“This is the equivalent of him stealing my lunch money, right? Thanks to him, I didn’t have a meal this week. Or last week! He’s a bully, is what he is. A nice smelling, douchebag of a bully.”
Derek had never actually seen Stiles in his full dragon form. If he was being honest with himself, he wasn’t sure he wanted to. The first time Derek had properly met Stiles, spoken with him, he’d had a hard time not reacting to the heat of him, far too reminiscent of the lick of flames at Derek’s skin. Dragons exuded heat, Derek had known that, intellectually. They might look like cold-blooded reptiles but they were creatures of fire.
Derek did not have good memories of fire. Stiles couldn’t have been expected to remember that, but it hadn’t helped that he’d focused on Derek with those impossibly wide eyes of lustrous brown and then let out of a puff of marijuana-scented breath and announced he’d take Derek instead of a sandwich.
Written for @screaming-internally who requested: ‘Stiles being dead or heavily injured, he is now an astral projection or ghost, something. He keeps showing up unintentionally close to Derek, seeing him trying taking care of his child and struggle without his partner. Maybe magic!Stiles where Derek is his anchor?’
This is angst with a happy ending. I hope you enjoy it! Thanks to @sterekglompfest for organizing this!
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