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Complete - 11,828 words

30 year old Stiles swore he had self control...right up until 36 year old Derek Hale showed up with a graying beard, a smirk, and a blue hoodie that singlehandedly dismantled his frontal lobe.

"time" for Sterek bingo 2025

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Homebound

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/67416976

by DaisyBeats

After a year apart, Derek and Stiles unexpectedly cross paths again, stirring old memories and new possibilities. Amid quiet moments and unexpected connections, they begin to find what they’ve both been missing.

Words: 8934, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Original Hale Character(s) (Teen Wolf), Peter Hale, Cora Hale

Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Additional Tags: Reunions, Post-Canon, Family Fluff, Family Feels, Found Family, Single Parent Derek Hale, FBI Agent Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale Deserves Nice Things, Stiles Stilinski is a Nice Thing, Kid Fic

https://archiveofourown.org/works/67416976

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The loft is too quiet.

Too still, except for the drip of blood hitting the concrete floor in slow, steady beats…like a metronome to madness. Stiles stands in the center of it all, sleeves rolled to his elbows, hands stained crimson. His eyes are wide and unfocused, a deep maroon ring crawling at the edges of his irises.

Derek watches from the doorway, unmoving. The air tastes like iron and rage.

“You weren’t supposed to see this,” Stiles says. His voice is eerily calm, like he’s reciting a fact. “You were supposed to be gone until morning.”

“There’s a body in your hands, Stiles.”

Stiles looks down. The man is still breathing, but only barely. A hunter. Or maybe something worse. It doesn’t matter anymore.

“He followed me,” Stiles murmurs, like that justifies the chaos. “He knew things he shouldn’t have. He said your name.”

Derek’s chest tightens. “And this is how you protect me?”

“I didn’t do it for you.” Stiles looks up sharply, and there’s something intense behind his eyes, something feral. “I did it for me. Because I wanted to. Because I could.”

Silence stretches long between them. Derek steps inside, each footfall deliberate. His face is unreadable.

“You know what this means, right?” Derek says. “This… this changes everything.”

“I know,” Stiles whispers. “I’m not the same person you used to protect. I’m not the kid in the Jeep with too many words and not enough power.”

“No,” Derek says softly. “You’re not.”

Stiles tilts his head. “You going to stop me?”

Derek closes the space between them. Reaches out and drags his fingers through Stiles’ hair, the gentlest of touches. His voice drops, nearly reverent.

“No,” Derek murmurs. “I think I might follow you into hell.”

Stiles smiles sharp, all teeth.

“Good.”

The hunter gargles something beneath them, a final pathetic sound.

Neither of them look down.

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don’t ever feel bad for asking me to tag a trigger

i do not care what the trigger is

i will tag it for you

you have legitimate reasons to be triggered by it

and i am not one to question those reasons

so just send me an ask

anonymous if you’re scared

and i will tag it all the time in future

your wellbeing is worth twenty extra seconds of my time at least

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[WRITING UPDATE] You Look At Me Like I’m All You Want (I’m Hardwired To Be With You)

I know it’s been a few months since I last updated but I promise I’m working on it!! I am not abandoning this fic, life has just been draining and I haven’t had any inspiration to write until recently. I’m hoping to get a bit of a backlog of chapters finished before posting the next one so you won’t have to wait as long again but who knows - my brain does what it wants and I am but a humble servant to its whims.

ALSO - with all the bullshit ai stuff (the recent scraping of ao3) going on right now, I’ve decided to set all my fics to private so you’ll only be able to read them if you have an AO3 account. I’m really sorry if this inconveniences anyone.

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The rest of the thread is here.

tl;dr: Don’t monetize AO3, kids.  You won’t like what happens next.

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I’ve been trying to draw Stiles for weeks now and this isn’t quite what I wanted but it’s close so… here you go: Stiles and Roscoe

I’ll give you one guess as to who’s behind the camera (spoiler alert, it’s Derek)

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What brush do you use for your linework? I love your art 💚💚💚

Thank you! ♥ I primarily work in Procreate and usually use Tara's Oval Sketch NK for lines - it's a little pricey at $10, but I had shopped around a lot to find something that worked well for me and it's been worth the purchase for me. I use it for shading as well, I'd say 80% of a drawing is done with that - I'm especially fond of tilting the pen and getting some texture that way.

I always turn stabilization completely off for any brush I'm using, as I prefer to have more control over the flow : >

My other go-to's for shading is procreate's own Soft Brush (airbrush), Spectra and Round Brush (painting) - Spectra is really good for adding some texture :)

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This sucks but I promised myself I would do more art this year so here you go, this is my take on wolf!Derek

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And we're back with chapter 4!!

You Look At Me Like I'm All You Want (I'm Hardwired To Be With You) by MoonWolfBlues

Ongoing | Sterek | General Audiences | 11,273 words | 4/?

Read on AO3: Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4

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Stiles was getting sick and tired of the complete and utter blackness that came with a magic-deprivation sleep. Not only did the darkness feel a little too much like his time while being possessed by the Nogitsune, but it also sucked total ass. 

This time, the world didn’t come back slowly. No. It forced its way back into being. One moment he was drifting in the nothingness and the next he was gasping for air, eyes wide as he clutched the blankets around him with a white-knuckle grip. 

Stiles could feel Deaton hovering somewhere in the room, his druidic magic sharper and more sterile than Stiles’ own. Once his breathing returned to something more normal, he turned on him with a scowl. “I’m assuming this abrupt trip back to the land of the living is your doing?”

Deaton simply let out an amused chuckle then went back to tinkering with his ingredients at a table across the room. Or at least that’s what it sounded like. Stiles wouldn’t know because he was still having trouble getting his heart under control; it was beating so fast, he was sure it would escape his chest any second.

“Please don’t do that again,” Stiles spit out, trying his best to form complete sentences. His whole body hurt and his head felt full of cotton. But the worst was the constant, numb ache hovering in his chest where his spark lay; it pulsed erratically in its weakened state. Deaton had woken him entirely too soon and Stiles knew he was going to be paying for it over the next few weeks. 

Deaton gave him a long look. “Well we didn’t exactly have a choice. You encased the entire pack in a powerful ward, the likes of which I’ve never seen. We need answers.” He walked to the side of Stile’s bed, staring down at him like he was a puzzle that needed to be solved.

Stiles sighed and sat up carefully, every muscle screaming at him as he did so. He rubbed his face roughly as if he could clean away the exhaustion if he put enough elbow grease in it. “How long was it this time?” He was too tired to deal with Deaton right now.

“Almost 48 hours.”

Stiles blanched at him. The Hales were probably going out of their minds. Stiles moved to get up but all he got was a sharp tug in his chest that sent him curling in on himself. 48 hours may have been longer than he wanted, but it definitely wasn’t long enough to recuperate from the magical deprivation he had put himself through. He couldn’t remember much of what happened that night; just the feeling of immense power leaving him in a short amount of time, with the singular thought that he needed to protect the Hales from Jennifer. Protect Derek.

Ughh, he was not looking forward to seeing what his spark came up with to accomplish that. He rubbed his face again for good measure and decided to just get it over with.

“Okay, lay it on me. What happened?”

The raised eyebrows on Deaton were new - he had never seen such expressive faces from the Druid in his reality. “You don’t know?” He sounded incredulous.

Stiles scratched the back of his neck in embarrassment, the habit so automatic that it happened despite the immense pain his body was in. “Yeah, sorry. My spark relies heavily on intent so even though I have a pretty good grasp on it, I can’t always control how it will manifest.”

Deaton looked absolutely baffled. Like he couldn’t understand why Stiles would go around using his spark if he didn’t have complete and utter control of it first; it had been a point of contention for them as he was training under the Druid in his reality, and it seemed like it would be the same here.

Deaton managed to gather himself fairly quickly. “Your spark, created a dome around the house and its surrounding area, made of pure magic. It doesn’t seem to be causing any harm to those trapped within, but we are trapped. No one has been able to pass through since it–” he paused like he was looking for the right word before giving up and just using the information Stiles had offered, “manifested.”

Now that… was actually pretty fucking cool. His spark had never turned his magic into something solid before. And it sounds like it was acting almost like… “Like mountain ash?”

“Similarly, yes, though it's obvious that it does more than that.”

“What do you mean?”

“It seems to also act as a ward. Talia noticed it first, when someone had crossed the tree-line into the preserve, but the rest of the pack felt it as they grew closer.”

“So it’s acting as a warning, on top of a barrier.”

Deaton nodded, “It seems so. But I’ve never encountered something quite like this before so we don’t have much information to go on.” He gave Stiles a wry look.

“Hence, the abrupt return to consciousness.”

“Yes. We were hoping that you would be able to shed some light on the situation.” Deaton grimaced before continuing. “The pack is getting anxious, cooped up in the house without any answers. What little yard the dome provided, isn’t enough for a full pack of werewolves with an ich to run.”

Stiles took a deep breath, held it for four seconds, and slowly released it. “Okay.” He nodded while he thought through a tentative plan and then started again. “Okay. I may not know how exactly it manifested, but I should be able to figure out what it does. At the very least, I can tell you that the intentions behind the initial spell were safety and protection so as long as it’s up, the Hale Pack is safe.”

This got a curious squint from Deaton. “What makes you so sure? Intention-based magic can be dangerous and unpredictable; it’s more closely aligned to fae magic than your standard witch or druid. You say you can’t always control how a spell manifests so what’s to say that your spark didn’t take that to mean protection from themselves or protection from each other? What if the dome means to keep them, us, isolated here without contact to the outside world, or without access to more food and medicine?”

Every word was like a blow. Stiles felt his gaze go cold and his expression stony as the anger rose within him. In a low, deliberate voice he said, “I am the emissary and Alpha Mate of the Hale Pack. The magic of this land runs through my bones, even here, in a reality different from my own. I would never bring harm upon my own.” He spit the last part out like the sharp edge of a knife, needing Deaton to understand that his loyalty to his pack was everything to him; it wasn’t something that could be ripped from him, even across realities.

Deaton’s eyes went wide but he eventually nodded his understanding. It was enough for Stiles to relax the ire in his voice before he continued. “Look. My spark can be unpredictable and surprising, but never once has it betrayed me and my intentions. I cast that spell with the sole intention of keeping the Hale Pack safe and I know, deep in my bones, that the dome will provide that safety. As long as it’s active, we are not in danger. The Hales are not in danger.”

Deaton looked satisfied enough with his speech so Stiles leaned his head back against the cool wall behind him, taking a moment to gather himself. God was he exhausted.

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The Thing About The Truth by MoonWolfBlues Completed | General Audiences | 10,419 | 1/1 The au where the Hale Pack is back together in Beacon Hills for summer break after their Freshmen Year of college and Stiles is hit with a truth spell that makes it impossible for him to shut up (even more so than usual). Embarrassing hijinks ensue. #SterekBigBang Event 2024-2025

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Presenting @sterekbigbang's 2024/2025 Author @moonwolfblues and Artist @angeleyz4ever with:

The Thing About The Truth

Rating: General Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Monster of the week, truth spell, magic!stiles, alpha!derek, hale pack feels, subtle scent marking, everyone is in college, panic attacks, descriptions of panic attacks, protective!Derek, Good!Peter Hale, Alisson is pack, rebuilt pack house, back for the summer, Canon typical violence Word Count: 10,392 Summary: “Oh come on, don’t wake him.” “Yeah Derek, I thought we all agreed to let him rest.” Stiles feels more than hears the growling response to Erica and Allison’s teasing. He frowns when the warm pillow under his head starts to move. “Ugghhh,” he groans – not whines, he definitely doesn’t whine, no sir-ee. “Oh come on Derek, look what you’ve done.” He feels another growl, this time it was more of a rumble underneath him, but the pillow did in fact stop moving. Slowly, Stiles blinks his eyes open to find his face squished up against black cotton. There was only one person in the pack who religiously wore black like any sort of color could poison them. Derek. He’d fallen asleep on Derek. “Oh my god.” He whisper-shouts. Or, the au where the Hale pack is back together in Beacon Hills for summer break after their freshman year of college and Stiles is hit with a truth spell that makes it impossible for him to shut up (even more than usual). Embarrassing hijinks ensue.

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The Thing About The Truth

Rating: General Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Monster of the week, truth spell, magic!stiles, alpha!derek, hale pack feels, subtle scent marking, everyone is in college, panic attacks, descriptions of panic attacks, protective!Derek, Good!Peter Hale, Alisson is pack, rebuilt pack house, back for the summer, Canon typical violence Word Count: 10,392 Summary: “Oh come on, don’t wake him.” “Yeah Derek, I thought we all agreed to let him rest.” Stiles feels more than hears the growling response to Erica and Allison’s teasing. He frowns when the warm pillow under his head starts to move. “Ugghhh,” he groans – not whines, he definitely doesn’t whine, no sir-ee. “Oh come on Derek, look what you’ve done.” He feels another growl, this time it was more of a rumble underneath him, but the pillow did in fact stop moving. Slowly, Stiles blinks his eyes open to find his face squished up against black cotton. There was only one person in the pack who religiously wore black like any sort of color could poison them. Derek. He’d fallen asleep on Derek. “Oh my god.” He whisper-shouts. Or, the au where the Hale pack is back together in Beacon Hills for summer break after their freshman year of college and Stiles is hit with a truth spell that makes it impossible for him to shut up (even more than usual). Embarrassing hijinks ensue.