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No Place Like Home
Warning: Character Death, Grieving, PTSD, Fluff Summary: Derek came home, finally, he came home. Nearly ten whole years and he's finally back in Stiles’s arms. NOT PROOFREAD
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Claudia Stilinski is the Hale pack emissary; Was. Stiles spent his weekends at the Hale house running along with the other kids, watching the wolves play and run around when he was too tired to keep up. As human as he was he never once felt left out among the wolves. Learning the roles and powers his friends have. The pack, while he was not technically one of them, had become his world.
He'd cling to Cora at school, talking and playing until Laura arrived with her care at the end of the day. The two would climb into the back seat, and he'd talk nonstop to her and Derek about their day on the drive. He'd arrive at the house with them and hang out until his mother came after work. She'd spend time with him and the pack until his father was on his way home, and they'd head home to meet him.
It was a routine that was so comfortable to him. Even as Laura and Derek entered their teen years, they never drifted from him and Cora. They were four peas in a pod.
They thought it was adorable how the human boy was so deeply woven into the pack that he, even sometimes subconsciously, behaved as though he was one. He had made a habit of touching and scenting everyone in the house, hugging and greeting them upon arrival and before his mom took him home. Derek was his favorite to hug, Derek felt right.
Maybe it was because they were the only boys at the house that they became so close, maybe it was because Stiles (still being young and not knowing the word to describe how the older boy made him feel) had the smallest crush on the older kid.
He had the heart to never tell the others that Derek was his favorite. He didn't want Cora or the others to be offended by it.
The wolves knew. Derek knew.
He'd spend hours when they weren't playing sitting with Derek in peace and quietly reading comic books and watching various sports that bored the girls. Sometimes they'd talk, laugh and even argue about who the strongest superhero was.
Stiles's favorite activity, of all time, growing up with them at his side was dog piles. It was an instinct in the wolves to lay close and scent their pack, while Stiles didn't have it, he slowly became just as dependent on the contact as they were. He'd curl up to Derek in the pile and often fall asleep there. It was comfortable and safe.
While the Hale pack was their family, they were gone now. The loss drove her to her deathbed.
Stiles watches his friends, and his pack, burn. He was there that night, his mom coming to pick him up. When he realized he had forgotten his bookbag, they turned around. His mother had chuckled telling him Cora could bring it for I'm in the morning, but she knew he just wanted an excuse to see everyone again. so they turned around and went back.
Finding the house ablaze. His mother screamed and cried, calling 911 and holding him as they heard the howls and screams of agony
Derek and Laura, who survived, were sent away to live with relatives in New York. Stiles hadn't even been able to see them before they left, hadn't been able to say goodbye.
Witnessed the sudden and horrific murder of his pack drove his mother mad. Doctors said it was dementia, it was the only human expiration. But somehow Stiles knew. He wasn't a wolf, wasn't an emissary; Stiles knows that's what saved him.
The grief and anger tore his mother's mind apart, leaving a shell of her in its wake. When she slipped away, he was there to witness that too.
No mother. No pack. No Derek.
He grieves alone.
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Stiles grew. And Stiles remembered.
He nearly went mad in his sorrow, pulling at his hair and ripping some from his scalp in panic attacks, so his dad started shaving it.
He knew the wolves looked over Beacon Hills, protecting it from the harm of unwanted supernatural pressure.
With nobody but him and the husk of Peter left behind, he studied the books left by his mother. A bestiary or two, a very in-depth guiled to werewolves and pack hierarchies, and a study of all the things she was responsible for and the emissary. Stile studied them all until he could recite them word for word.
If he was the only one left standing to protect Beacon Hills, then he would be as prepared as he could to do it in their honor.
He visited the house every chance he got when he needed his pack. He carved their names into the front step. Honoring every life that was lost. Dead flowers and fresh ones adorned the front porch, trinkets, and gifts for his loved ones rested there for them to enjoy in the afterlife.
He made sure to keep Talia's garden out back alive. He never had a green thumb but he did everything in his power to take care of it. It gave him something to do when he was there and kept him from crying and screaming out about how unfair it had all been.
He's sure that if he were a wolf, had their senses, the property would reek of him and his misery.
He made time, to visit Peter too. He never really liked Peter, he could be a real dick sometimes, but Stiles knew what it was like to be alone in agony. Peter didn't deserve it. So every Saturday morning he'd spend hours by his side, reading to him his favorite authors, talking about recent pop culture and political events. Sometimes he'd reminisce out loud about the good old days, crying freely with Peter by his side. Enjoying having someone who understood, even just a little what he felt. Peter got the worst of it, but he had hoped he'd helped Peter at least a little. Whatever was left of him anyway.
His studies allowed him to put together a healing tonic that he hoped would bring Peter back to himself, sneaking it in with it in his pocket and adding it to Peter's IV drip. Explaining to Peter what it was, all the ingredients, as he did. But nothing happened and his hope died. He kept trying though, bringing fresh tonic on every visit.
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"I- I don't know what it was. It was like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball." Scott explained as he and Stiles treged through a stream in the woods, on a hunt for Scott's missing inhaler. Stiles listened quietly taking in everything. "That's not the only weird thing; I-I hear things I shouldn't be able to hear, smell things."
Stiles could feel his heartbeat quicken. When Scott had told him he had heard a wolf's howl in the woods last night part of him was hopeful the other part sank at the dread. There hadn't been wolves in California in forever, hadn't been werewolves in ten years. Stiles kept up with that stuff and kept very close track of any reports that could even remotely be supernatural-related. Nothing, absolutely nothing for ten years.
"Smell things?" Stiles asked suspiciously. "Like what?"
"Like the mint gum in your pocket." Scott turned to him as if to prove a point before continuing to walk ahead.
Stiles knew he didn't have gum on him, he finished his last stick yesterday. So he fished in his pockets, and sure enough, one stray piece. Scott gave him the 'I told you so' look and kept his pace.
"What if it's like an infection? Like my body is flooding with adrenaline before I go into shock or something?"
Stiles's heart sank, he didn't know how to explain these things, never had to. He didn't even bother, this was a part of him nobody deserved to be a part of. Now he had no choice but to let Scott in on it.
Although if it had to be anyone, he was glad it was Scott. He had been something good, a friendship rooted in the hardest time of Stiles's life. They met before and played on the playground together with Cora. He couldn't imagine a better person to share this with.
It almost made him slime if it wasn't for the fact that Scott was about to lose his shit, and it meant there was an alpha going around murdering people in the woods and biting random teenagers.
"I've heard of this before."
Scott stopped, a dreadfully serious expression on his face, "You have?"
"Mhmm," Stiles nodded. "Lycanthropy."
"What is that, is that bad?" Scott stood still.
"Oh yeah, the worst." Stiles almost chuckled to himself recalling Derek and Cora's first shifts. "But only once a month."
"Once a month?"
"Mhm, on the night of the full moon." Stiles let out a playful howl.
Scott shoved him with a roll of his eyes and moved on.
"There could be something seriously wrong with me!" Scott scolded, frustrated Stiles wasn't taking the situation seriously.
"I know, dude, you're a werewolf!" Nodding as he followed Scott before stopping as Scott looked around. "Now the question is; who bit you?"
"Dude, stop." Scott sighed looking around some more. "I swear this was it. I saw the body, the dear came running, I dropped my inhaler." he kneeled to the ground digging through the leaves.
"Maybe, the killer moved the body?" Stiles thought aloud, more to himself.
"If he did, I hope he left my inhaler, those things are like eighty bucks."
Stiles chuckled dryly, turning his head at something moving in the corner of his eyes. His eyes landed on a face he thought he'd never see again.
Derek Hale.
"Dude, help me look." Scott prompted, looking to Stiles as he was frozen, eyeing something behind them. Standing, he turned to look at the man.
"Sorry," Scott stuttered as the man slowly neared them. "We were just looking for something, but uh- forget it."
Scott stood awkwardly as Stiles looked like he'd seen a ghost. Neither he nor the mysterious figure moved an inch, just staring at each other.
"Let's go, dude."
As Scott started backing away, Stiles lunged forward.
Stiles couldn't see, hear, or smell anything other than Derek. His heart threatened to beat out of his chest as he wrapped himself up in the chest of his lost friend. Scott froze not knowing what was happening or what to do.
Neither of them paid him any mind as they embraced after ten years like it had only been ten minutes since they last saw each other.
Stiles broke into a sob as he felt Derek's hesitant, almost unsure, arm come up around him. He held on tight like Derek would disappear again if he let go. Like he'd wake up and find it all a dream if he let go.
He knew he had a lot of explaining to do to Scott but he didn't care about that now. He was just happy Derek was here to help.
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After a while of just hugging Stiles reluctantly areeed to meet Derek later, sparing Scott only a glance before saying, “I’ll come to you.”
He tossed something in his pocket at Scott before turning and leaving.
The drive back into town was awkward as hell. Scott asked lots of questions and did not believe half the answers Stiles gave.
What he doesn't believe: Derek and his family are werewolves. Stiles’s mom was something called an emissary. Scott was bitten by a werewolf and now he is one. Hunters are responsible for the “accidental” house fire that murdered the entire bloodline save for Derek, Laura, and Peter.
From what he does believe: Stiles was a close family friend of the Hales. They died in a fire a few years back. Stiles hasn’t seen or heard from Derek or his sister since. Stiles is crazy.
So now Stiles sat on the edge of his bed, let bouncing in anticipation. His bedroom window was wide open and inviting. His father left about an hour ago to get back on the case of the dead girl in the woods. So Stiles was left alone and waiting.
A small thud stole the attention previously occupied by his racing thoughts. His head snapped to Derek who stood by his window eyeing him curiously. Stiles flew into his arms again, Derek not waiting any time to hold him close.
Stiles tried not to cry again but failed. Silent tears rolled down his cheeks and into the fabric of Derek's shirt.
"I smelt you." Derek started, a pitiful tone in his voice, not matching the stoic expression. "At the house."
"I missed you." Was all Stiles could offer.
"You kept the garden alive." Derek's chest rumbled with a chuckle.
"Yeah," He sighed. "Didn't feel right to let it die."
They said nothing for a moment as Derek pulled back to get a good look at Stiles, not having really looked at him before. Stiles took the opportunity to do the same.
"I tried to track you and Laura down, call you or something." He shook his head pitifully. "But it was like you didn't want to be found."
"We thought it would be safer."
"Safer maybe, but it fucking sucked."
"For us too." Derek agreed. "But you were still just a kid."
"How is she?"
Derek dropped his head and shook it. A tear fell down his face. Stiles could feel his own heart pick up its pace as he filled with sorrow.
"It was her," Derke's voice cracked. "In the woods."
"No," Stiles cried. "She- I,"
Derek pulled him back in and inhaled the scent of the pack, the scent of home.
"We came back together. To see Peter, to check on you. We weren't sure if we were gonna even approach you, weren't sure how much you remembered. We got to the house and saw the memorial on the steps. I smelled your fear and pain in preserve, we wanted to see you."
"She-" Stiles had no words, he just clung to Derek like a lifeline and listened.
"I don't know what happened. I parted with her to find you, didn't hear a howl or anything, just got back and she never called, never came back."
Stiles let out a choked sob. He let Derek hold him, and stroke his head.
"Where,"
"At the house, buried around the back, near the garden."
They cried and mourned togther as they should've from the start of this all, but the wounds were too fresh for Stiles to make that claim. they curled into each other on Stiles's bed and just lay there for a long while.
"Are you going back to New York?" Stiles finally asked.
Derek thought for a moment, "No, there's nothing for me there."
"Good," Stiles nodded, cheek rubbing against Derek's chest. "I was gonna smack the hell outta you."
Derek only chuckled, stocking up and down Stiles's back.
"I missed you too."
"Hunters?" Stiles questioned carefully after a moment.
"No," Derek paused. "It was definitely another wolf."
"There are no wolves in Beacon Hills since you left."
Derek sighed heavily, tired from everything. "I don't wanna talk about this now."
"Okay, how about the fact that you stink."
"You don't smell rosy either. I wasn't gonna say anything." He chuckled.
"It's a good stink." Derek looked down at him curiously. Stile smiled softly at him. "You smell like sweat and dirt, but also smells like you."
"You smell like bo, hormones, greasy foods, and motor oil." Derek scoffed softly. "You just kind of smell like home."
Stiles just stared at him for a moment feeling his face heat up at the notion. He didn't bother hiding anything or defending whatever Derek was picking up in his Chemo Signals, there was no point.
He had a feeling that Derek, having been older and wiser when they were kids, had the words Stiles didn't. And if he was here now, curled in bed with him like this, it meant he cared. Even if it wasn't the same way Stiles had always cared. He didn't mind, as long as Derek looked at him like he was now, and still felt at home with Stiles.
And Derek knew, of course, he did. If things hadn't gone south as they had, his reunion with sites probably wouldn't included addressing the elephant in the room. His mother had warned him when he was young, that Stiles was still a bit too young to understand what being a mate meant for them. He was happier than he was able to put into words that Stiles, and his feelings, still hadn't changed.
But now was not the time for that. His sister was dead, there was an alpha on the loose and a beta that needed training. He had bigger fish to fry. And while not so young, stiles was still young.
Claiming him had to wait just a while longer.
"I missed you," Stiles offered softly, bearly a whisper.
"I missed you too."
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Might make this a series...
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Hunted
Pairing: Liam Dunbar x reader
Warnings: Swearing
Chapter: 6.04
You were thankful Scott’s mom hadn’t returned from work yet; you didn’t want to be there when Melissa McCall discovered the large black scorch marks on her ceiling or when Liam went to a party in her house. You were collecting red cups and other trash that was scattered across the living room and tossing them into a black bag.
Realizing you’re the only one cleaning, you drop the bag and say, “I’m gonna need some help if we want this done before Scott’s mom gets home.”
Hearing multiple heartbeats racing in the next room, you go through and see Scott, Liam, Mason, and Corey staring up at the ceiling. You walk towards them and gulp down, “That’s where the ghost rider came in. It looks like it was burned.”
“Usually you'd find charred spots like that on the ground after a violent thunderstorm.”
Scott’s eyes widen as he processes Mason’s words: “That's how the Ghost Riders got in. He rode the lightning.”
Liam tenses, “If they can use lightning to pass the mountain ash...”
“We can’t hide from them. Nowhere is safe.”
“What about the others?” Corey asks. “It's my fault they're marked.”
“Hey, it’s not. We are all still learning about the ghost riders.”
“We'll find a way to protect them. All of them.”
Although Scott was determined to save everyone, you still doubted it could be done. Breaking the gloomy atmosphere, you pull two black bags out of your pockets and shove them at Mason and Liam. “Come on, we better clean this place before Melissa kills us.”
Scott gives you an appreciated nod.
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Frustrated, you shove your phone into your bag before going to join Liam and Mason in the library. You hadn’t heard back from your dad in a couple of days and were starting to become worried.
The first thing you notice sitting across from Liam is the frown on his face as he stares at the book in front of him. You felt bad for Liam; he still blames himself for what happened at Scott’s party. “The k-index quantifies the horizontal component of the earth's magnetic field.” He bites on the end of his pen, looking lost in a deep thought, before asking, “What’s a k-index?”
“It’s a scale that meteorologists use to measure thunderstorm activity,” Mason explains. “So, a k-index value less than twenty meters means no activity, and above thirty-five is severe.”
“How bad is it?”
"Well, your average storm has about ten thousand lightning strikes. In the past three months, the average storm in beacon hills has been five thousand.”
“What’s it reading now?”
Mason types onto his laptop and brings up what he’s looking for: “It’s at fourteen. We’re clear.”
“If a spike in the K index means more lightning, we could know if they're coming.” Liam says, sounding unsure.
“That’s good. As long as it stays low, we’re good.”
Just as the words leave your mouth, Mason’s computer starts beeping. A few students turn and glare in your direction as he struggles to turn it off. You can’t see the screen, but sensing how anxious they are both becoming, you know it’s something bad.
“What’s wrong?”
Mason gulps down, “Oh, this is really bad.”
Under the table, Liam links his fingers with yours, attempting to comfort the both of you the best he can.
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You pace back and forth up the hallways of Beacon Hills High School. You keep glancing back over your shoulder, waiting to see someone standing there. You didn’t know how to describe it, but you just had a feeling that you shouldn’t be there alone. Someone else was supposed to be with you, helping you.
Stiles.
That could maybe be the answer if you knew who Stiles was.
Liam and Hayden had managed to get everyone who was at the party, aside from three lacrosse players, into the underground tunnels. Your uncle Chris and Malia were staying with them underground to keep them safe.
Since the majority of the lacrosse team and coach were in the boys locker room, you couldn’t go in to help try and persuade the players to leave. Hearing familiar footsteps, you turn and see nobody, yet you have the feeling someone is standing right in front of you.
“Stiles,” you whisper. “Stiles, can you hear me?”
“Lu, who are you talking to?”
“No one,” you mumble. Turning back around, you met a confused-looking Mason’s eye. “Where’s Scott and Liam?
“They are playing the game.”
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You sit beside Mason on the bleachers, cringing as coach becomes more and more angry. The Bulldogs had scored three times, and your school's team hadn’t had one goal all game. You weren’t happy about Liam being out on the lacrosse field, but they reasoned it was the only way to keep the other players safe.
“What are you doing out there?! i'm gonna kill the three of you!”
“Look how red coach’s face is,” you whisper. “He looks like he’s gonna blow.”
“This is the worst ga—“ Mason doesn’t finish his sentence when he notices Scott and Liam looking at him from across the field. “But of course we have bigger things to worry about.”
Over the cheers and boos of the crowd, you hear someone saying your name; they were calling for you. Suddenly sensing who it was, you stand up, and Mason takes your hand to gain your attention. “What is it? What do you hear?”
“My dad's here; he’s with Parrish. He needs to talk to me.”
“Want me to come with you?”
“Find Hayden first, and then I’ll meet you inside. Liam and Scott will call if anything is wrong.”
You sprint from the bleachers towards the high school just as the light rain becomes heavy, soaking your clothes almost immediately. You burst through the doors. “Dad, dad?”
Derek appears behind you and pulls you into him. “We need to go.”
“What?”
“Kate’s coming. We need to go now.”
“But I—“
“The ghost riders are afraid of hellhounds, which is why I called Parrish.” Placing his hand on your back, Derek starts moving you towards the exit. “I’m parked outside. Soon as Liam is here, then we are leaving.”
“Liam is coming?”
He pushes the main doors open and says, “Liam will stay with you while I come back and help Scott and Chris with the ghost riders.”
On the opposite end of the hallway, you hear Hayden and Mason’s voices; they sounded panicked. You spin back around, “Somethings wrong!”
A brunette woman overtakes your friends while running in the hallway but is shot by one of the ghost riders bullets and disappears. Turning into his hellhound form, Parrish is shot by one of the ghost riders. The flames surrounding his body turn green, and he falls back, but is only momentarily stunned before getting back up.
The ghost rider turns its body to face in your direction and aims its gun at you. Growling, Derek shoves you forward just as the bullet skips past where you stood seconds before.
Parrish grabs the ghost rider from behind, giving Hayden and Mason a chance to run by it without being attacked.
You go to run outside but are pulled back. “There’s more out there, fuck.” Being faster than you, Derek takes hold of your hand and keeps you beside him. “Go to the nearest classroom and lock yourselves in.”
Mason’s eyes were widened with feet and adrenaline; he looked as if he were going to throw up. “The science lab is just down the next hall!”
The four of you make it to the classroom. Mason slips and falls. Derek, let’s go of your hand to help him up. Just as you’re about to step inside, a black cord tightens around your ankle. You sink your claws into the side of the door to fight against the ghost rider trying to pull you backwards.
You let out a piercing scream, “Dad!”
The ghost rider pulls on the whip, dragging you along the floor. Expecting to be shot, you squeeze your eyes shut, but they quickly open when the pressure around your ankle disappears. Derek had cut the cord with his claws before lunging on top of the ghost rider.
“Dad!”
Hayden yanks you backwards into the classroom. There’s a bright flash of lightening, then the ghost rider disappears.
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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers! Spread the self-love ��
Ooooo, this is an interesting ask, for sure!
Let me have a think 🤔
In no particular order:
1. RADAR LOVE
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Pairing: Sterek (duh)
Rating: E
Summary: What if Derek and Laura didn't leave New York? And Derek became a long haul truck driver to get away and deal with his issues. And Stiles took a gap year to process everything and work in a diner.
This is how Derek and Stiles met in a diner in the wee hours of the morning.
2. GETTING BACK UP (whole series)
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Pairing: Sterek
Rating: M
Summary: Stiles still hadn't mentally recovered from the Nogitsune and the Wild Hunt. While working for the FBI in Virginia, an undercover job led him to a breakdown. He was away from home, he was alone, and all his demons came rushing to the surface.
He went home to Beacon Hills, settled down with a certain Sourwolf, and never looked back.
Or, the one where Stiles comes back home to a Derek Hale surprise and finally plants roots.
3. NOTHING ELSE MATTERS
Fandom: IWTV
Pairing: Armandiel (Devil's Minion)
Rating: M
Summary: Armand is left alone. Daniel sends him something. He obsesses, and it becomes Armand's whole personality.
Essentially, he's a fangirl.
4. THE KING'S COMPANION
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Pairing: Sterek (minor Steter)
Rating: E
Summary: The kingdom of Triskelion has a dark history, which current King Peter Hale has worked tirelessly to amend in honor of those who passed. But six years on from the tragedy that shook their very foundation, a dastardly plot has emerged.
The King tasks his nephew Prince Derek with a journey to bring back the last piece of the puzzle. His "companion" Stiles must be protected. But what Derek doesn't know is just how important this one man is.
5. IN THE LINE OF FIRE
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Pairing: Sterek
Rating: M
Summary: FBI Special Agent Derek Hale leads an exciting, exhilarating life… at work. His colleagues think his personal life could use some improvement. Sure, it could be lonely at times, but Derek loves his job and his friends, and it's such a struggle to find a partner who understands and accepts how important his work is to him.
One day, his whole world gets flipped around by a trip to the coffee shop. Maybe Derek can have a work-life and personal life balance. And he may have found the person who makes him want to try.
But this is Derek Hale, nothing could ever be this easy…
❤️ And Bonus for podfic because it's the best and I love reading for it:
* THE DEVIL, HIS MINION, AND THE WEDDING OF THE CENTURY*
Written by: @alernun
Read by: yours truly 😉
Fandom: IWTV
Pairing: Armandiel
Rating: E
Summary: It's been a long road to Armand, and now that he has him, Daniel's not about to let him go. So he does what he does every time he wants to lock a good thing down. He proposes. Chaos ensues. The good kind. The bad kind. And the wedding planning kind.
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My thoughts on the Teen Wolf movie:
What the fuck was that?!
Eli is a pure smol bean who needs to be protected.
Dilf Derek 😍
Was I the only one who felt the strong unresolved sexual tension between Peter and Chris? I swear I felt like they were one second away from fucking.
Why is Liam on Japan? Is it because of the jar?
Hikari felt like she was just a replacement for Kira which is a shame.
It's not the same without Stiles. Scott literally needs his bestie or it's just not the fucking same.
The nogitsune storyline does not work without Stiles and Kira. It's literally their story.
Eli is literally half Stiles and half Derek.
Technically they didn't say Stiles hadn't come back in 15 years. So it could have been less time, there is no way in hell Stiles would stay away for 15 years. Not with his dad still there and still working. So maybe Stiles was just on an important mission and that's why his dad didn't want to call him.
Derek really got smart with the sheriff when saying he should call Stiles. The smug look was cute.
Why did Deaton and Scott move to LA?
They sure said nudity? Fuck yeah! There is hardly any part of Shelley/Malia we now haven't seen.
Parrish sure do got a booty on him.
How did the nogitsune get the Oni sword out of the nemeton? Shouldn't it have not been able to? The jar it was trapped in was made from the wood of the nemeton.
Derek pulled a Mufasa and that was just hilarious.
Eli said Scott hadn't seen him since he was 3. Eli was 15 and would have had to have been born before season 1. So did Derek not get Eli until he was already 3 years old?
Is Melissa a doctor now? She was wearing a white lab coat when she never did before as a nurse.
They really dumbed down Jackson to the point it wasn't believable.
Who is Eli's mom?? Maybe someone from New York?
Why Mason? Why become a cop?
We got some great one liners.
Allison is seriously going to need therapy.
What is Lydia's job?
Hearing them all swear was hilarious.
Harris? Really? Why? Like there isn't any reason why the nogitsune would pick Harris. He died in 3a and the nogitsune was 3b.
Melissa using a crossbow 😍 such a badass.
During the time Derek had let go of the nogitsune to push Scott away, Parrish could have burned the fucker and Derek wouldn't have had to die.
Eli went to live with Scott and Allison because he's the alpha but why uproot him? Why not stay in Beacon Hills so Eli can finish highschool and stay in the only home he knows?
Pretty sure Malia would have gotten custody of Eli. I doubt Derek would have granted Peter custody if he died but Malia I think he would.
Why was Malia still so cold? I don't think she would have still been that uncaring after 15 years.
Who made Harris going to Eichen House happen?
Seriously fucked up they killed Derek by burning him alive after his trauma with fire.
It was worth watching that dumpster fire just to hear Tyler Hoechlin swear.
Stiles not being at Derek's funeral was all sorts of fucked up. Couldn't they have like "had him there" but only show him from behind played by an actor who looks like Dylan? Just have like Scott hug him and tell him he's glad he could make it? Or have someone "live streaming it" on their phone on a video call with Stiles?
#fuji rants#teen wolf#teen wolf movie#scott mccall#derek hale#stiles stilinski#sheriff stilinski#eli hale#malia tate#jordan parrish#allison argent#chris argent#peter hale#lydia martin#jackson whittemore#alan deaton#melissa mccall#liam dunbar#coach finstock#mason hewitt#kira yukimura
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Sterek should have been endgame and Scott needed to be less of a dick.
I wish the writers would stop using Derek as the punching bag. Like I get he was an angry asshole at the start but can you blame him after all that he went through? He should have had a character growth arc and given the chance to be a better alpha instead of making him give it up. I get the symbolism of giving up the power but he should have gotten it back. And we should have seen more of his full shift than what we got. Like the Hales were special because of the full shift and we only see it once? Also he should have gotten his family land back, like it's been in his family for years and he's lost enough he shouldn't have let the county take his land that was fucked up. Even if he never rebuilt, he could have tore the remains down and put up a marker or a tree or something to show they were there and what happened. But to let it become new housing was just fucked up.
I would have like to see Derek and Scott be co-alphas and lead the pack together. They could have had a batman and superman friendship with one of them being broody and the other being hopeful and optimistic.
Stiles should have had magic. I know Dylan O'Brien said he didn't want Stiles to have magic and just be human but come on, he would have been badass at it.
I was never a big fan of Stiles and Lydia because it felt like he was more in love with the image he had of her than of her. Yes he got to know the real Lydia and they fell in love but I still didn't really like it. He was too obsessed with her it felt like he just wore her down or something idk. I know that Dylan said in an interview that Stiles and Lydia would have dated for a while but then realized they were better of as friends, and this was years before the movie came out.
And OMG the movie what the shit was that!?!?!? For all that Scott said he would be the alpha and defend Beacon Hill he left the town for years and still left at the end of the movie. Derek, Peter, Malia, and Jordan are really the only supernaturals left to defend the town. The Hales are the ones protecting their territory. And did they really have to kill Derek in the way they did it. Like fire really? REALLY!?!? And in front of his sixteen year old son. Derek lost his family at sixteen to a fire and now his son Eli loses his dad to a fire at sixteen? Really!?!? Like I hated it, I hated that the whole movie felt like Scott was just reliving his high school glory days. I hate that's Scott got his happy ending at the expense of Derek's life. Derek was good, he was happy with his son, had a home, a good business, was respect in the community, had a good relationship with the remainder of his family and you kill him off? And then hint at the fact that Scott would be the one to 'adopt' Eli, a kid he barely knew, just so that he and Allison could play house and be a happy little family? BULLSHIT!!!!
I read somewhere that Jeff wanted the show to end with Scott and Allison together and Stiles and Lydia together and that their kids would all be best friends. But with Crystal Reed leaving in season 3 that changed things. The movie felt like his way of getting that ending he wanted but Dylan not returning changed things again. But at least Scott got Allison back, so yay? Don't get me wrong I loved Scott and Allison together but Scott was so obsessed with her to the point that he would throw anyone but his mom under the bus for her. And it got annoying very fast even worse was the fact that he didn't really learn anything from it he has just as obsessed with Kira (though maybe not to the same level). The whole bros before hoes thing was non existent for him. I get Scott was supposed to be like a King Arthur kind of figure, you know? Special, good leader, kind, and legendary but Scott was not it. Yea he had his moments where he was really good but he had so many where he wasn't and he never seemed to learn and grow. Like even the BBC Merlin Arthur who started out as a jerk became honorable, just, and a good leader, yea he too had his moments where he regressed but it was still better than Scott.
They should have fixed his relationship with Derek maybe then him taking Eli in would have made more sense. Like Scott hated Derek a lot ,more so than necessary. Yes Derek lied to get Scott to help him take down the alpha (Peter) but Scott acted like Derek was he one who bit him. Scott forgave so many others who had done far worse (deucalion?) But Derek was where he drew the line? Why because he bit three others who chose the bite? I get him being mad about the lies, I get him being mad about Derek's attitude while on the alpha power trip but come on sometimes Scott was just a dick. He was willing to look the other way when Victoria tried to kill him and was ok with keeping quiet about why Derek bit Victoria and let Allison hate derek and attack his pack because he didn't want to cause problems with Allison. No he sucks. We could have had an epic friendship between them but no we got something half-assed and I hate it.
And why the hell did they make Derek basically a True Alpha like two seconds before he died like what the FUCK!?!?!?
I just wished the would have given Scott some character development instead of just making him more powerful.
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The Hale family
In the show there's almost nothing regarding the Hale family, but from the little they said in it and from some headcanons I have in mind, I think they were a very powerful and respected family.
Talia Hale
Talia was and still remains a very respected and powerful Evolved Alpha in the Teen Wolf Universe not simply because she was evolved, but she was also a significant figure in the werewolf society (pass me the term if you'd be so kind). In fact many went to her for guidance and many Alphas did the same too, like Deucalion.
She had a close bond with Deaton, who promised her he would take her of her children if anything happened which he says to Derek when he asks Deaton why he's helping them.
Not only she was a pillar among werewolves but for Beacon Hills' Community too, in fact the Hale family helped building the communty back and making sure it would be somehow a quiet and calm place.
Peter Hale
Talia's brother who survived the fire, he's surely a character with a lot of personality, searching for power left and right he ends up having to deal with family ties he isn't even so fond of, but somehow tries to be a father to Malia (whom he had with Corinne, a werecoyote).
Peter went to get revenge for his family and killed Kate (who will come back as a werejaguar) and is very much driven by a strong desire of power. Somehow he also decides to stick to Derek's side for a while despite they don't seem in the best of terms most of the time.
Cora and Laura Hale
Derek's sisters and Talia's daughters, Laura died because of Peter and Cora stayed by Derek's side for quite some time, during with he saved her life.
Derek and Eli Hale
Derek is one of the few who remained the longer (we won't be counting the movie, thank you) and is a significant member of the family, becoming almost like Talia: an evolved (true) alpha and a important help for the community (such as being the sheriff's cunsoltant for some supernatural cases).
Which is also said by Satomi. (despite the fact she sayd this before Derek turn into a tue alpha in the film, but maybe she saw something in him that made Satomi thinks he could become a good alpha too)
Sorry I just noticed how much you remind me of Talia
And his son, Eli, which is seen only in the movie and nobody knows who's his mother.
Yet the Hale family surely had to be well known even before Talia despite nothing is said about the time before her. Maybe they were the 'guardians' of Beacon Hills, and I base this upon something Talia said.
We're predators, but we don't have to be killers.
Which could mean that despite their nature they don't have to hunt people and predators are naturally driven to protect the ecosystem that 'feeds them', which means they care about Beacon Hills because maybe it was their safe harbor and their home, despite they living in the forest and protected it from the outside.
Maybe even after Talia died and the fire occured, their family remained well known all around, earning them a quite famous status around town. Maybe also due to their 'rivality' with the Argents and how persistent they both were.
In the end, their family deserve more time and details since they have the potential to be a very intriguing storyline on their own.
#teen wolf#derek hale#peter hale#cora hale#laura hale#talia hale#malia hale#the hale family#tha hale pack
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Let me talk about how full of emotions ORDER and WAR are and how each song has a story.
So we all know about the two out of three Prime bosses in Ultrakill yes? And their stories? If not, let me summarize each story.
Minos -
Former Judge of Hell and former King of Lust. Gabriel sentenced him to the Lust Layer and took over the job of the judge. Minos created an utopian city in the Lust Layer to protect his people from the heavy winds only to get STRUCK down by Gabriel and get his large corpse overrun by Parasites, said corpse gets controlled by said Parasites and destroys EVERYTHING he worked hard on building. His soul gets trapped into the Flesh Prison and he becomes Minos Prime.
Sisyphus -
Was a king, cheated death twice and his punishment is to roll a boulder up a hill for all eternity up until the Heavens went silent. He used this downtime to form an army and wage war on the Angels of Heaven, knowing that he'll fail in the end. His head gets sliced off by no other than Gabriel, causing the army to quiver and lose the army now that their beacon of hope got slain. He formed into a Prime soul rather quickly so the Council trapped him into the Flesh Panopticon in fear that he'll break out once he wakes up.
NOW let me talk about their themes, starting with Minos Prime and ORDER.
Minos was a pacifist and still is. He only fights V1 because of the crimes against humanity it had caused up until this point in P - 1. When confronted with Gabriel he didn't fight, he tried to reason with the Archangel only to get his body brutally broken in the end. He didn't watch over his Kingdom of Lust for the fame and glory, he watched over it to give the sinners there a peaceful afterlife as he thought the act of lust was not a sin worth getting punished for. His Prime soul reflects this by having a hole for a face. His story is solemn, depressing and hopeful AND his theme, ORDER, reflects that by having the intro to it have like a violin like instrument playing. The Requim leitmotif that plays in the middle of the track is LOUD and IN YOUR FACE but yet it still has that violin like instrument playing. The song is more quiet and melancholy than WAR, which is VERY loud but we'll get to that very soon, but it still has that anger to it. He is angry at you, V1, and he is going to give YOU judgement for the sins you have done. When defeated, he will apologize for not saving his children from this cruel, dark world that is now run by Machines. He is at fault for not being able to save his people from being thrown into disarray after getting slain by Gabriel.
Now let's talk about Mr. One must imagine aka King Sisyphus, a tyrannical king that cheated not once but twice in his life time.
Sisyphus was no pacifist. He was a tyrant who deserved his punishment. He fights V1 as if it was a game or warmup for the real deal of crushing the Heavens. He quite literally has the power of the sun as his absence of a head gets replaced by a glowing orb that resembles the bright star. He decided to wage war on the people of Heaven, fully knowing that he'll just fail but he still did it. He was frustrated, angry, FULL of RAGE that he got punished but he enjoys it. He enjoys his punishment and his theme, WAR, reflects that. WAR is loud, abrasive, and in your face, with a guitar like instrument playing in the intro. It is showing how ANGRY Sisyphus is. The Sands of Tide leitmotif in the middle of the track is LOUD and IN YOUR FACE, much like the Requim leitmotif in ORDER but it has the feeling of enraged to it. The leitmotif is NOT quiet, it is LOUD. IMPATIENT. ENRAGED. It shows how he cheated, lied, and got his way in his life time and afterlife time. He fights V1 as if the machine was just an appetizer. When defeated, he will ramble on how the times of King Sisyphus has now ended, that he never regretted a single second of it and died laughing.
TL:DR;
I love these two old men and I hope whatever the third Prime boss is gets a theme that is equal to ORDER and WAR and gets recognizable as well.
#sisyphus prime#minos prime#king sisyphus#king minos#ultrakill sisyphus#ultrakill minos#ultrakill#minos ultrakill#sisyphus ultrakill#I just love talking about them and their themes#like ORDER is more melancholy solemn depressing and quiet while WAR is more LOUD FULL of RAGE and IN YOUR FACE. you get me?#King Minos has a more tragic story being the ex Judge of Hell and all while King Sisyphus wanted to wage war on the Heavens#it makes my brain happy
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First time you ever listen to me.
So this is an imagine that I wrote at 1am and I feel is not good at all. But here it is.
Warning: there are mentions of drowning
Yn was stiles stilinskis adopted sister. Being 2 years younger than him made stiles want to protect her from everything that had started to happen in their life's.
Yn was adopted by the stilinski family when she was 4, having been abandoned in a random house she had been brought to the sheriff's station. That day the sheriff's son was there and took a liking to the sweet shy 4 year old. The sheriff and his wife had always wanted to have more kids but couldn't so when Claudia met the little girl who had dark brown eyes and a sweet smile she completely fell in love with her and begged along with stiles to the sheriff to keep the girl.
So that's how you stilinski began her life, she was a smart kid who always had a smile on her pretty little face, but she always liked to be with her big brother no matter what, and stiles liking to have her around at all times placidly complied. When stile and yn met Scott they became inseparable and it was usual to see the two bigger boys and a young girl playing together.
Yn was close to her adoptive mother so when she became sick, and had to stay in the hospital it became normal to all the nurses and doctors to see brunett little girl with a small bouquet of flowers walking toward the room A13
When Claudia died when Yn was 8 she grieved the loss of her mother so bad that the sheriff got worried about the girl who refused to eat and sometimes stayed sitting staring at a wall, her mind somewhere else. Since then Yn became even closer to Stiles and every night she would go to his room holding Mr.bear and climb up to his side.
Years went by and Yn had a pretty normal life till her dear brother decided to go search for a dead body in the woods. That nightt was the time Yn's life would change for ever from that day on she had been included into her best friend's mayhem. Him becoming a werewolf, werewolf hunters, Derek. And the most recent supernatural creature. Kanima. Except they didn't know it was a kanima then.
Yn had been included in the plan to get the bestiary, which they had all formed to see what was the creature who had been lately roaming the streets of beacon hills. The plan didn't really go as expected and yn found herself by the swimming pools.
She had heard voices and went to see who was there. She came into the room just in time to see stiles and Derek go under the water, she went to help them, but her path was intercepted when a horrendous creature in all fours and a tail, pretty much like a lizard. She screamd and ran the other way. She though she could get out of there safely when she heard a snap and felt something slice slightly the back of her neck, right when she was beside the diving pool.
Yn felt her limbs go numb and she fell into the water.
Stiles had just resurfaced. When he though he heard a scream but he couldn't have actually heard it while holding a splashing and very much useless Derek up
"Did you hear that?" Stiles asked Derek whilst holding him up, which became more complicated by the minute.
" couldn't have heard anything while I was bellow the water" he gruffly answered.
Well you're not the one holding us both up"
Derek just grunted in reply when he saw the Kanima wasn't near their pool.
"Where's the lizard?" He asked trying to turn around.
"It was right ther- what's it doing near the diving pool?" Stiles started cutting himself out as he saw the lizard like creature looking into the water one pool away
"You can't expect me to answer that do you?" Replied a very annoyed Derek spitting water our of his mouth.
While stiles and Derek were complaining, Yn was fighting against her own body to get to the surface. She felt her lungs where going to explode as she begged her body to function, but she had kanima venom in her system and it wouldn't wear off in a while. She tried to think, to scream for help knowing that Stiles would come and get her. But the only thing that got out of her mouth were boubles as she sank further in. She felt her head go dizzy at the lack of oxygen. But she refused to open her mouth till the very last moment. She felt herself grow tired as she felt he lungs would collapse, and she let the water in. After a while she didn't feel anything. She fought against the darkness that tried to consume her. She though about her family, her new friends, of her future life. And for a while, it helped her fight. But she soon realized none one was coming to save her. That maybe it was for the better altogether, she'd miss her family. But it was for the better. It was all for the better. And then she closed her eyes and let the darkness consume her.
Stiles felt himself being pulled out of the water and into the ground. He grunted as he hit the floor and he heard derek grunt as well as he fell beside him. Stiles looked up at Scott " thank God, I was wondering when you'd come!"
His best friend gave him a small smile down at him.
" it was a kanima, " Derek said" that's why it turned around when it saw its reflection"
"Where did you leave Yn?" Asked stiles sitting up.
" what do you mean? I left her here with you?" Scott replied furrowing his eyebrows at the boy
"No Scott she left with you." Stiles started to get worried
"Stiles when I leaved I left her here"
"Stiles didn't you say you heard something?" Derek asked him stiffly sitting up
"Yes, I thought I heard a-"Stiles cutting himself up when the truth hit him "oh my God" he quickly lifted himself in his feet and ran toward the diving pool" God please don't let her be in the pool" he quietly muttered to himself.
Scott had quickly followed him helping Derek up.
But surly stiles saw at the bottom the frame of a body. He didn't think twice abou diving in. He quickly took the small frame in his arms and swam back up.
He pulled Yn's body out. Scott looked down at the girl and saw that her lips where blue and her face deadly pale.
Stiles saw it to but he denied the truth, he gently shook Yns body
"Yn common wake up" he said" please don't live me, Yn please common baby wake up" he gently slapped her face but nothing, stiles felt fear gripp him" no, no no no, common Yn, you need to wake up".
Scott was already on the phone calling an ambulance and Derek, being the adult of the group, he quickly took stiles arm." Start doing Cpr"
Stiles could vaguely remember how he started pounding aging Yn chest"one,two, three..." and giving her mouth to mouth. He didn't remember how the tears slid down his cheeks as he tried to bring back to life his little sister.
He started sobbing when he saw she wasn't answering any of his pleads for her to fight. He hit her chest when a gentle cough came from the girls blue lips as the ambulances sirens was heard in the distance.
His eyes widened and he looked back to Scott who had been o the phone whith his mom and giving stiles directions on how to keep doing the CPR properly. " mom she coughed"
" her heartbeat's slow" derek told him and in that moment the paramedics burst through the pool room and to Yns side.
Stiles didn't remember how he ended up in the ambulance in the way to the hospita, holding yn-s cold hand in his. Or how his dad had to hold him from going in with the paramedics while they took Yn to a room to try and bring her back because her heart had stopped again.
Stiles sobbed into his dad's shoulder, dripping wet as he was " it'll be all right Stiles" his dad tried to comfort him when the truth was he was as scared as his son, that they would lose Yn.
Scott was whith them in the waiting room with his mom ad well as Lydia, Allison, Isaac and Derek, who had arrivquickly after Scott's mom called them. They were all extremely worried for the girl that had brought so much happiness into their life's with her shy way, the way she smiled and the way she was always there for people when they needed someone.
Aftera few minutes the doctor came out with sober look in his face. " we're sorry but Yn haven't survived." Everyone in the waiting room gasped at the words, everyone's eyes watered at the though that such a young life would be ended so unexpectedly. Stiles looked up tears falling from his eyes.
" Can I see her?" He asked quietly as he cleaned his cheeks from tears only for new ones to take place.
The doctor nodded and stiles went into the room where his sister laid motionless. He chocked a sob put as he looked at the once face that was so full of life a few hours ago.
"Why did you leave?" He whispered to her." Please fight, Yn I need you, please, you can't go. Don't live me like mom did."
Stiles took her hand in his and gently squeezed it as he cleaned his face with the sleeve of his shirt, only to realize he was still wet form half hour ago.
Then out of nowhere a gasp came from Yns lips and she shot up from where she laid . Stiles jumped away from her in surprise and the doctor and his dad rushed to the door of the room to see what was happening.
"Yn?" Siles whispered to his supposed dead sister.
When Yn turned to him stiles saw that her eyes were glowing violet but quickly faded to their natura brown color when she saw him.
"Stiles" she gasped out before stiles tackled her in a hug holding her close.
" I thought you were dead" he said against her damp hair.
"I heard you telling me to fight"
" well first time you ever listen to anything I say" he muttered holding her tighter against him.
So part 2? This took me so long to write. Hope you guys like it
#teen wolf#stiles stilinksi x reader#Stiles sister#Sad#kanima#lydia martin#allison argent#derek hale#noah stilinski#scott mccall#claudia stilinski#Don't live#Sister#Love#derek x stiles#derek hale x reader#derek hale x y/n#derek hale x stiles stilinski#derek hale x male reader#derek hale x oc#scott maccall#scott mccall x reader#Scoot McCall imagine
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We're Some Kind of Suicide Squad: Chapter One: Unfortunate Sin
Summary:
She shoots people
He's a lizard and he eats people
He burns people
He's possessed by a witch
He's the "Alpha"
And he's fucking crazy.
And yet they were chosen to be a pack to protect Beacon Hills....
@axelwolf8109 @greek-freak101 @sterekmpreg @epickiya722 @katries
"You want me to release six of the most dangerous people I have locked up for a reason, to protect the town most of them nearly destroyed?"
"Yes" Lydia Martin said rather matter of fact. Chris Argent groaned and pulled out the files Lydia had requested.
"Allison Argent, my daughter, she was arrested after trying to kill a innocent man in suspect of him being a werewolf, I personally requested a lighter sentence, she never misses a target"
"Jackson Whittemore, also known as the Kanima, he was bitten by a werewolf and instead of becoming a wolf, he turned into a lizard. He ate homeless people to sustain his blood lust, he needs a master to tell him what to do"
"Jordan Parrish, former police officer, he has hellhound powers, he accidentally killed his family, turned himself in, only request was that he be in solitary confinement to protect others from himself"
"Stiles Stilinski, possessed by a fox spirit known as the nogitsune, he can suppress it but it does come out once in a while to taunt the guards, we had to put a shock collar on the kid for his own safely"
"Scott McCall, also known as the Alpha, he's an actual bitten werewolf, he turned himself in after almost attacking his mother"
"And finally Derek Hale, he's completely fucking insane. My sister burned down his entire family except for him, his sisters and his uncle. The uncle killed his older sister, Derek killed him and my sister, he ripped their throats out with his teeth. He went insane after that. We have to keep him within a cage in a cage in a cellblock all to himself and armed guards at every corner, even that doesn't scare him one bit"
"I want to meet them" Lydia said firmly
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Derek Hale sat cross legged, giggling to himself. He spotted Lydia and Chris and jumped up. "Are you the devil?" He said with such a expression it was clear he really thought that.
"Maybe" Lydia said.
Allison hugged her father, Lydia seeing nothing from pain in her eyes.
Stiles looked like he hadn't slept in years, black shadows around his eyes and he was so pale. "He doesn't let me sleep" He muttered to Chris. "Nogitsune, you're just making yourself weaker" Lydia said.
Scott was in a straitjacket. "He was hurting himself" Chris said.
Lydia loosened the straps a bit so he could move a little more.
Jackson Whittemore was in a lower level cell that was so cold, Lydia wished she had brought a jacket. Jackson growled at her warningly. "You poor thing, I can help you" Jackson tilted his head, reminding Lydia of an animal.
Jordan Parrish lived in a small cell that had no windows and a tiny door. He stared suspiciously at Lydia and Chris and turned himself around.
"My decision's final, they'll be the perfect pack" Lydia said firmly.
#teen wolf fanfiction#we're some kind of suicide squad#scott mccall#stiles stilinski#derek hale#allison argent#lydia martin#jackson whittemore#jordan parrish#chris argent#my writing
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You made it to Friday! 🥳
Enjoy some fics from this year's Steter Bang participants under the cut (and feel free to leave them some "additional kudos" as a comment 😉).
At Our Ex-Spence Author: sapphireginger Rating: E Words: 5,451 Summary: "Stiles is ready to leave Beacon Hell Hole-Beacon Hills-behind. An offer to join the FBI is his ticket out of there. A blue eyed wolf follows along, and Stiles doesn't mind a bit.
On the other side of the US an amber eyed man puts on his glasses and gets out of bed. His first day at the FBI is almost here. "Stu?" the man's girlfriend calls out. "Coming!" he replies and rejoins her in their bedroom.
Stiles is about to start his FBI training. He meets two people of major significance on his first day. Life gets even more complicated, and he has so many questions. However, he's not sure who he trusts to give him the correct answers-to give him the truth."
The Empty-Nester Alpha Author: LuckyBishop Rating: E Words: 16,306 Summary: "Peter Hale went from semi-ostracized left hand to alpha and guardian for his two nieces, nephew, and daughter in the blink of an eye. He did his absolute best to protect and provide and continue the Hale legacy - and he was successful. Now, though, the young members of the Hale pack want to spread their wings. Peter is stuck with these leftover instincts to protect and provide and needs an outlet - why not become a sugar daddy?
Stiles Stilinski's own tragedy is much more recent - orphaned at only 21, he's drowning in grief and debt. His friends are great - but they're all college students, too. Loath as he is to admit it, he needs help. If that help comes with several other benefits - well, who is he to complain?
Needs must and all that - but can it be more?"
Chastity Author: kestra_troi Rating: E Words: 2,207 Summary: "Peter wins his case, so him and Stiles decide to celebrate in the supply closet. Once inside, Stiles takes control.
This has no redeeming plot value. 100% smut.
Ages unspecified.
[Mentions of knotting and breeding kink, but no actual breeding or knotting.]"
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Always, Only. You. 28.1
Talia had taken Y/N in to her pack after your parents and their pack were brutally murdered. For years she trained and learned under Talia alongside Derek , Laura and Cora. One night Talia tells you along with Derek that you two have to imprint on each other , to become each other’s mates. Your connection to Derek has always been stronger than his to you. So after the fire it killed you to be away from him , but you had to do it for your own survival. 7 years after the fact , you return home. Back to Beacon Hills. But the Derek you return to is not the same Derek you know. Will Y/N ever get Derek to accept the fact they are meant to be together?
Derek Hale x F.Reader
“Derek this isn’t the way to Argent’s.” You looked over at him, skeptically.
“I know.” He answered, avoiding your stare. “I’m taking you to the airport.”
“Why?” You turned your body this time, so you were facing him completely. You removed your sunglasses.
He glanced at you once. After a moment, he sighed and pulled off to the side of the road. “Because of that.” He pointed at you, but you knew well what he meant. “Your eyes. And there are hunters, lots of them, looking for you. You cant stay here.”
You put the sunglasses back on. “Were you ever going to tell me Araya was after me or did you think putting me on a plane was really gonna work?”
“How do you know about that?”
“I know that. And I know you and Peter were also held captive by her. What were you even doing out there anyway?”
“I wanted to take Cora back." He confessed. "I also needed to talk to my mom."
You scoffed. You always understood Derek’s bond with his mother; you respected it. But even after everything you couldn’t believe he was still relying on her. You decided to keep your cool, but the anger inside was slowly starting to simmer.
“So, while I was locked away in Eichen house, you went seeking validation from your dead mother?” You asked, your tone failing you. Your tone was cold and harsh.
"It's not like that." Derek replied calmly. "I feel like I've been messing up every chance I've gotten. I just needed a little guidance. She told me our family didn't only live in Beacon Hills. But we protected. Thats what I need to do. I need to protect everyone here. And I can teach Scott along the way too. Show him and teach him everything he needs to know about being an alpha."
“I, I, I.” you repeated with frustration. “It’s always ‘me’ and ‘i’ with you, Derek! I mean, what the hell! You always try to do things alone when you dont have to! I mean, you're not even an alpha anymore.”
For a second your eyes glowed red from behind the sunglasses. Derek noticed. Your anger was slowly getting the best of you; but this time it was different. There was this weird pressure in your head that increased the more you tried to contain your anger. Derek could sense that you were holding back as well.
“I dont have to be an alpha. I need to redeem myself.” He told you calmly, but he was also getting frustrated. You could smell it. “I couldn’t do anything to beat Jennifer. I couldn’t do anything to stop you from shifting that night. I couldn’t do anything for my pack either. What I can do, is this. What my mom told me.”
“Does my opinion even matter to you?” You asked him. He stared at you for a moment. And when he didn’t answer, you knew. “I’ve stood behind you every step of the way. Even when I didn't agree with your decisions, because I trusted you. I believed you could be a great alpha. It doesn’t have to fall on just you. We can do all of it. Together. Why is it so hard for you to understand that?”
He shook his head. He opened his mouth slightly then quickly closed it again before starting, “you don’t need me, Y/N. You never did.”
You frowned at him, that anger bubbling inside you. It was like an electricity coursing in your veins.
How could he say that? How could he think that?
“Me shifting was inevitable, Derek.” You told him through gritted teeth. “You cant take all the credit for that. It was going to happen one way or another.” Your breathing was heavier now, they were beginning to sound more like low growls.
“Y/N,” Derek said your name calmly, “you need to calm down.”
“Calm down?” You panted. “Calm down?” You closed your eyes, trying to gain control of your breathing.
When you realized you couldn’t you hopped out of Derek’s car. You dug your nails into your thighs as you sped walked away, but that didn’t seem to help.
This anger that was bubbling inside of you was just like that night during the eclipse. Once you felt the anger; you needed to let it run its course. You needed to be alone, so you didn’t hurt anyone. Especially Derek.
“Y/N.” You barely heard Derek’s voice and the sound of him closing his car door over the sound of your blood rushing and your heart pumping inside your head. “Y/N, wait—.”
“Stay away from me!” You turned suddenly, roaring out. Derek stopped dead in his tracks. You gripped your head and turned away. “Stay. Away.”
Your body contorted itself, and you let out a loud howl right before shifting into your full wolf form. Derek didn't make a move to run, instead he stared at you apologetically.
“Y/N,” he nearly whispered.
You took off in the opposite direction, heading straight for the woods.
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You coughed. A foul odor filled your nostrils as well as made your eyes hard to keep open. The more you tried to keep your eyes open, you failed. So you squinted, looking around at where you had settled.
You were in a cave. No. You looked around more. It was more like a den. Whatever that smell was, must’ve been bombed in here to keep other animals away. You got on all fours again and began crawling out, to get away from the stench.
You couldn't remember much after running into the woods. Bits and pieces, but it felt more like a nightmare. You would've believed it too if your body wasn't aching so much. You stopped before completely exiting and looked down at your body. You hung your head and let out a heavy sigh. You were naked. Which meant you were most likely left without your phone as well.
“I am not running out of here naked.” You told yourself. You sat down on your butt and leaned back against the cave wall. “And I'm too weak to shift back.” You sighed. “Looks like I’m stuck here until dark.” you closed your eyes.
There were two very faint female voices coming from outside the cave. You didn’t care to focus on their voices or their scents. You weren’t going to attack civilians for their clothes; no matter how badly you needed them.
“What’s that smell?” One of the girls gagged.
You pushed yourself off the wall. They sounded closer, you could hear them more clearly now. She sounded just like—
“Y/N? Are you in here?” She peeked into the entrance of the den.
“Erica.” You gasped in relief. “Cora!” You yelled, noticing her as well. You laughed with relief, crawling out of the den quickly to hug the two girls. “I’m so glad to see you guys!”
They both hugged you back with zero hesitation. Erica handed you some clothing and smiled. You grabbed it and nodded at her. The two girls turned away while you got dressed.
“Derek called us.” Cora told you. "Told us what happened?"
“Why'd you come all the way out here?” Erica asked.
You zipped up the pants and pulled on the oversized t-shirt. “I didn't mean to.” You tell them. Erica was the first to look at you over her shoulder, followed by Cora. When they saw you were fully dressed, they faced you. “I just got so mad. I blacked out. Ended up here.”
Cora looked at Erica. They both shared a sympathetic expression. Erica approached you and hugged you again.
“We really missed you.” She whispered.
“It hasn't been easy for us since you've been gone.” Cora added. “With Derek especially.”
“I kinda figured. He tried to send you off, too? And he wanted to talk to Talia?” you scoffed, shaking your head. You huffed out a breath and said, “Whatever. It doesn't matter anymore. We need to get to Argent."
The girls glanced at each other confused.
"Argent?" Cora asked. "For what?"
"What do you mean for what?" You asked back just as confused. They both shrugged. “You have no idea whats going on.” You stated more than questioned. Then realization hit, “you weren't at the halloween party last night. Where were you?”
Erica looked at Cora wide-eyed, then down at her feet. Cora looked away, clearing her throat. That was suspicious to you. You allowed them another moment to answer you but they both were too nervous to actually answer.
You crossed your arms and glared at them.
“We were with Stiles.” Erica blurted out.
Your jaw dropped. “Th-the both of you?”
Erica nodded. Cora turned away from the both of you; embarrassed. The initial shock of the confession wore off quickly and then you smiled.
“That- that’s great.” You forced out. Cora looked over at you with disgusted expression. “Cora, I mean, he saved you. The both of you. So it makes sense that–,”
“I don’t,” she emphasized, “like him.” She looked at Erica then at you. “I don’t. He’s goofy, and a spaz and weird. We just stick around him to protect him.”
“I always thought he was cute.” Erica shrugged.
“Ok.” you giggled at both girls. “Does he know what’s going on? At all? I saw him speed out of the driveway last night. Were you with him then?”
The girls glanced at each other again.
You let out a heavy sigh. “Seriously? I’m glad you girls have bonded but what's with that? Glancing at each other before answering my questions.”
“Nothing.” Cora shook her head. “It's just— we’re not really sure what’s going on with him right now, either.”
“He’s been acting a lot weirder than usual. Especially since that night.”
“What night?”
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The girls had taken you to the power plant after explaining everything to you.
“This is where it happened?” You asked to confirm again. You turned to look over your shoulder at them, they both nodded. “OK, but why Kira?”
“Derek called her a kitsune. He saw the energy, the spirit or whatever around her that night.”
"Right, I noticed that too. Like a fox." You recalled.
“Lydia is the one who led Derek, Scott and Stiles here.” Erica added.
You continued walking further in the plant. Although you weren't here, and it's been a while since the incident you could still feel the energy everywhere. “But how did he know?” You asked out loud. “How did he know she was a kitsune?”
“Stiles.” Erica began. “There was a message on the board at school.” She said instead. “I mean it was numbers but Stiles decoded it and it turned out to be periodic element numbers that spelled out Kira’s name.”
“What?” You furrowed your brows, stopping in your tracks and facing both girls now. “There was a message at your school? Someone at your school was helping him? Who could've known that? I thought she was new? ”
"Theres something else." Erica said. "Last night we went back to the school with Stiles. He found a key on his key rings. It was to the chemistry closet where Barrow was hiding." A beat. "The handwriting on the chalkboard also matched Stiles' handwriting."
You got an uneasy feeling. Nothing they were saying was making any sense. You continued walking further. You noticed a weird deep skid mark on the floor and walked over to it. You followed it until you noticed a metal bat magnetized to an electrical panel.
“What the hell?” You muttered to yourself. “Is that–,” you didn't finish your sentence as you walked over to it and grabbed the metal bat. You had to use a little bit of your strength to pry it off the electrical panel to examine it. "That's weird."
“That’s Stiles’ bat.” Erica and Cora joined you.
You walked back to the start of the skid mark and followed it with the bat this time. The closer you got to the electrical panel the stronger the pull got; until it forced your hand and the bat back to where you had found it. You let go of the handle and the bat remained stuck to the panel. “It’s magnetized." You confirmed.
"If Kira caused this reaction and Stiles was holding this bat while it happened then–,”
“He shouldn't be alive.” Cora finished. She looked back at Erica then at you. “No, that's not possible. We were here, he didn't even have a scratch on him.”
“I need to find out more about this kitsune and those shadowy figures. Cora, do you remember that other alpha that came around every once in a while when your mom was still alive? What was her name?”
“There were a lot of alphas that came to see my mom, Y/N.” She drawled.
“A woman. Old. Japanese. She always brought your mom these special herbs to make some kind of special tea.”
Cora furrowed her brows and looked down, deep in thought. “Satomi!” She yelled, smiling. “Her name is Satomi.”
“I need to find her. Maybe she’ll know something.”
“How are you going to find her?” Cora asked. The two girls followed after you as you walked past them. “Nobody has been around since my mom died. At least that's what Derek knows. And she always showed up unannounced. Not even my mom knew where her and her pack would be.”
“I have a feeling she’s looking for me. Along with many others.”
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Derek and fire — it has always been a complicated relationship.
Before Kate. Before the fire.
Before blue eyes. Before a too young, too bloody goodbye in a cellar filled with magical roots and vines.
When it was still just the Hale House. Secluded, yes, but thriving, full, noisy, cramped, crowded with too many wolves in one den.
Back then, fire had been warmth for Derek. It had been the promise of food accompanied by the click, click, click of the stove as his Papa got started on dinner. It had been a soothing aroma as Laura lit her favorite scented candle and left it on the side table by the sofa. Occasionally, it had also been the mark of a night of mischief, him and his siblings and cousins sneaking out to the preserve in the middle of the night for an impromptu campfire with a side of underage drinking.
Back then, before everything, before Paige and then Kate, fire had just been a pretty sight for Derek, something to stare into as he lost himself in benign teenage werewolf woes.
Then it happened. Fire grew and became a monster, ate and burned and took everything in Derek’s life, took everything he loved in that big old ‘wolf house.
One big red, orange, blue, red, yellow, and then more red of a monster.
After, for a little while, (and maybe a little while longer) fire had been…relief. Hidden. Secret. Shame.
After crying with Laura, moving to New York with Laura, building a new significantly tinier pack with Laura, fire had been a cheap lighter in Derek’s hands, bought in secret and held between his thighs — flickering, and warming, and warning. Burning against Derek’s hurting then healing and back again skin.
It had become a second secret that Derek made sure to keep from Laura.
For a while, fire had been Peter lying catatonic on a hospital bed, skin mangled and unhealing, Derek’s favorite peculiar uncle nothing but a shell of himself.
It had been a reminder. A ghost that haunted Derek’s every waking thought and dreams. This is how weak you were. This is what you’ve done.
Then, Laura went missing, and fire became a taunt and a call to come back to Beacon Hills – come home, come closer, closer.
Quickly and briefly after that, fire had been re-lived grief and inescapable tragedy. It had been the burn in his hands as Derek rubbed and wound wolfsbane on that rope, the numbness and the sting as Derek walked and marked the grave that would hold his sister’s chopped up corpse.
Fire went away for a little while after that. Left him gasping and grasping cold air, laid down on the sooted and ice-cold floors of his childhood home.
Then the heat came back in molotov cocktails and a feral uncle, a too young wolf playing hero and insistently repeating all, ALL of Derek’s past mistakes, forcing him to look in the mirror every goddamn day and deal with this too ideal and too gullible version of who he once was.
Explosive chaos, that version of himself caused. Him and his friends, each one their own version of trouble. Unadulterated chaos all of them.
Derek and fire — a recipe for inescapable tragedy, a cautionary tale, a warning. One that Derek has learned from. Or rather, one that he should have learned from.
And yet. In the here and now…
Despite everything, or maybe more honestly because of everything that fire has taken from him, he still finds himself burning for—
Stiles is…Stiles. He isn’t Kate. Nor Jennifer or Braeden. He isn’t Paige.
Derek knows this. He knows it well.
But Derek also knows that Stiles is a spark that burns wild and bright. In more ways than one.
From the growing power of his magic to the ferocity of the way he loved, unafraid to cross lines and use any means necessary to protect those he cared for. Stiles with his amber eyes and sharp tongue is the raging heat and the eviscerate-all-who-dare-touch of fire.
And Derek burns.
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He mouthed along the jawline, eyes closed, his entire focus on the feeling of the beard making his lips tingle and tickling his skin. When he reached the ear, he took a moment, pressed a featherlight kiss on the earlobe and let out a soft exhale. The shudder he got was the response he aimed for and he smiled to himself.
Stiles slowly shifted further down, making a stop at the neck next. The werewolf underneath him trembled as he nuzzled the sensitive area between ear and collarbone. He pressed his lips down and gently sucked, regretting that no matter how many hickeys he'd produce, none of them would stay to mark what was his.
Despite not being a wolf, Stiles was nearly as obsessed with smells as his boyfriend, and he took his sweet time of sniffing, licking and biting where he knew it'd drive his mate crazy.
Stiles was in no rush on this Sunday morning, although the sun was already high in the sky, shining through the blind windows of the loft.
Both men slept in late, exhausted after yesterday's fateful events.
The pack had been to Deaton's Den, a werewolf-friendly club on the outskirts of Beacon Hills. Although, considering the music being not that loud and the lack of flashing strobe lights to protect sensitive supernatural ears and eyes, it probably could be classified more as a pub than a club. It had been just like any other random Saturday night until one asshole hadn't taken Stiles' explicit 'no' for a no. He'd rather not think about what might have happened if Derek hadn't ripped the toilet cabin door off its hinges and stormed in like berserk, eyes red and beta shifted.
Stiles recalled the talk that had followed, a long overdue conversation where they finally admitted their feelings. In the john of Deaton's club of all places. Not quite the romantic scenery Stiles had dreamt of for years, but as soon as Derek had kissed him, the surroundings had become nonrelevant anyway.
They had spent the night together and with every caress, Derek had erased the touch of the other wolf. He was just so Derek in the best possible way. Possessive and yet careful, rough but also sweet and loving. It was the best sex Stiles ever had. Not that there was a long list of ex-lovers, but he was certain it couldn't get any better than that.
Except, it had been all about Stiles and now it was his turn to give everything back to his wolf. Finally, he got to worship that glorious body as it should be.
He squeezed those perfectly shaped pecs and stroked with his fingertips through the hair. Derek stiffened ever so slightly underneath him but made no move to stop him, so Stiles went on by kissing down to the chest, rubbing his nose through the black curls, trailing sweet pecks to the left nipple, where he gently nibbled the bud before he latched on and sucked.
His hands found their way up to the shoulders, relishing how broad, strong and toned they were. The biceps were next. So thick that Stiles would need both hands to wrap his fingers around them. Jesus Christ. They weren't just a show-off of Derek's strength. They were visible proof of his commitment to his alpha role, his dedication to protecting his pack, and his determination to push himself further every day. Stiles has never met anyone with more self-discipline than Derek.
His forearms told a different story, his wrists especially. They were delicate, just a little thicker than Stiles', and he couldn't help but think how that contrast was almost like an analogy for the man itself. Because Derek was more than just a mindless muscled hunk, and no matter how hard he tried to hide his sensitive side behind a wall of wit, sarcasm and rudeness, the pack knew better. They had seen him.
Stiles had seen him.
It's why he loved him.
That Derek's personality came in the form of a Greek God was just the best bonus. Well, Stiles surely won't complain about that.
He let go of the nipple and laid his head on the chest to listen to the heartbeat. Stiles' hands found Derek's and he intertwined their fingers, thumbs stroking lovingly over the back of his mates' hands. He felt hairs there, too, a soft down, and he smiled to himself.
With his eyes still closed, he just basked in the sunlight, warming his skin. And with the hot running werewolf underneath him, Stiles went lax. Yeah, he thought, this had to be the best place in the whole world right now.
After a moment of peaceful silence, he shifted and wanted to continue his exploration of Derek's body.
He buried his nose in the soft chest hair again and trailed slowly down south, making sure to tickle his wolf with his breath to make him squirm. The tiny sounds he got in return were beautiful.
The defined abs received some extra smooches before Stiles' tongue poked playfully into Derek's belly button. He felt the alpha dick twitching and Stiles glanced at it, seeing it hardening, and his mouth watered. He had always assumed Derek was big down there, but Jesus Christ. His still sore hole reminded him of how big his boyfriend was. Last night, he hadn't gotten a good look, but he certainly had felt every inch. Now though, he could finally get his visual fill of what had been the main star of his long-lasting fantasies.
Stiles couldn‘t wait to suck Derek off.
Until now, sex hadn't been the purpose of his caress. It had been more of a taking in, mapping out. Feeling. Reassuring himself that this was happening, that he and Derek were together. As, like, a couple. Who did couply things like lazing around in bed on a Sunday morning and rubbing their naked bodies against each other.
Now that he saw Derek getting hard, he smelled his heady scent of growing arousal and also the remains of last night's jizz which they only wiped away with Derek's undershirt in post-coital bliss... now Stiles wanted more.
Fuck, that thick cock and the heavy balls, framed by a wild patch of black hairs, were like a piece of art.
He let go of Derek's hands and shuffled on all fours to get in a better position.
"You don't have to," cut Derek's voice through his thoughts.
He sounded tense, and Stiles' dreamy bubble burst with one heartbeat. He blinker and looked up to check in with his mate, expecting to meet warm green-hazel eyes, but Derek stared at the ceiling instead.
He seemed uncomfortable.
From one second to another, Stiles' insecurities kicked in because all the time he had thought, Derek would enjoy this just as much as he did, but that was not the case.
"You don't want me to?" he blurted out and hated how unsure he sounded.
Maybe Derek had second thoughts. Maybe Derek regretted last night's actions. Maybe he wanted to go back to being just friends.
Stiles couldn't do that. It wasn't an option for him. Not after last night.
It'd crush him. The mere thought of it made his stomach churn.
Derek lifted his head and finally looked at him. "Don't be daft, idiot!" he said, almost annoyed, and Stiles wanted to sob in relief.
Never had he been happier to get insulted.
"Course I want it." Derek hesitated and bit his lip. His head flopped back on the pillow and he let out a sigh. "I'm just too lazy to get up."
Stiles tilted his head and frowned. "Get up?" Had he missed something?
"You know to..." Derek flailed his arms in the general direction of his crotch.
The frown on Stiles' forehead deepened. "No?" he said carefully. "I don't know, actually?" He peered at the cock, wondering what Derek meant.
"Get ready!" the wolf finally spit out, exasperated.
Oh?
Oh.
"Oh," Stiles said intelligently and his body went burning hot in one second. "Hey, yeah, okay. I just wanted to blow you, dude, but if you want anal, yep, that's fine, Mini-Me is totally up for that, too." Derek abruptly sat up, while Stiles went on rambling. "I didn't know you'd bottom, what with the alpha thing and all, but fucking hell, yeah. Okay. Fair warning though, this might be just a quickie because, Jesus, have you seen your ass..." Stiles shook his head and sucked in a breath, leaking precum from just the sheer imagination of fucking Derek. Fucking hell. "God, I dunno how long I can hold back-"
Derek slammed a hand right across Stiles' mouth and everything he wanted to add ended in a muffled noise. They stared at each other with wide eyes.
"First of all," Derek said and raised his pointer. "Don't call me dude. Especially not when you're talking about us having sex. What the hell is wrong with you, Stiles." His eyebrows underlined the seriousness of his words.
Stiles nodded frantically. He totally could do that. There were better pet names available anyway like Boo-Boo or-
"Second," Derek interrupted his train of thought and slowly released Stiles' mouth from his grip. "I didn't mean get ready for anal." He gave Stiles a stern look, and just hearing the word anal coming out of Derek Hale's mouth, made Stiles giggle.
"What did you mean then?"
That uncomfortable expression was back on the wolf‘s face. He pulled a face as if he had licked a lemon. "You know, like, shaving."
Stiles stared at him, dumbfounded. "Okay, but you don't have to." He briefly looked down at Derek's now flaccid dick and the bush of dark curls. "If it makes you feel better then yeah, I understand, but you really don't have to because of me."
"You don't mind?!" Derek sounded surprised.
"Uh, no?" Stiles smiled at him. "I like your hot, sexy wolfy body just like it is."
Something, an emotion Stiles couldn't place, flashed over Derek's face before he shifted his expression to neutral again. And then he quickly turned away, averting Stiles' eye.
That's when the penny dropped. "Oh my God, someone said something to you in the past, didn't they?" As soon as he said the words out loud, he was sure he was right.
Stiles had a good guess of which of the three girlfriends would be the one who gave Derek the complex about his hair. He didn't say her name out loud, it wasn't necessary. Fuck, did he hate her so much right now.
He put his hand on Derek's jaw and gently turned his head back to look at him. The wolf's face was stoic as ever, but his eyes betrayed him. "I'm not her, Der." Stiles leaned in and kissed him softly. "I love you, everything of you."
Derek's breath hitched.
"Too early?" Stiles bit his lip.
Damn, they only got together about 9 hours ago. But still, it felt right. Stiles loved Derek for fucking years.
"Stiles." Derek looked like he wanted to say more, but nothing came out of his mouth and he looked almost pained. Instead, a low whine escaped his throat.
Stiles rested his forehead against his boyfriend's. "It's okay," he whispered, and he truly meant it. "Can we go back to where I tried to make you feel good?" he asked seductively. "Let me show you, how much I love your body?" He pulled back, wriggled his eyebrows and started grinning.
Derek snorted. God, Stiles loved the sound of his laugh, loved how Derek closed his eyes briefly, scrunched his nose and showed his bunny teeth. He'd make Derek laugh a lot more in the future, Stiles secretly vowed to himself.
Stiles did show Derek how much he loved his body.
Twice.
Derek let Stiles top a week later. It was the first time he bottomed. Both weren't virgins by any means, but so many things they were about to explore together.
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𝐼𝓃𝓉𝓇𝒾𝓃𝓈𝒾𝒸 ·𖥸· 𝒫𝓇𝑒𝓁𝓊𝒹𝑒
Intrinsic- (adj) belonging to the essential nature or constitution of a thing.
Returning to Beacon Hills, California- Celine Argent was determined to find answers to every question she'd ever had in the six years since the Hale fire. In pursuit of these answers, she is faced with breaking her families code, rebuilding a shattered friendship and taking down a homicidal Alpha Werewolf hell bent on killing off just about any Argent he can get his claws on.
Warnings: Mention of the Hale Fire, Kate Argent (Only Mentioned),
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Pairing: Derek Hale x OC (Celine Argent)
Word Count: 937 Words
There’s always a home for you here in my heart. I’ll leave a light on. -Ben Maxfield-
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Hunter (n)- also known as ハンター (Hanta) in Japan, and Breakers in Scotland, are people, usually humans, who hunt down the supernatural and save people from monsters, demons, ghosts and other creatures and supernatural events.
That’s the official definition if you looked up supernatural hunter. Saving people, hunting monsters- it’s what anyone with morals would consider the professions that the Argent family and many others took on. But for the rest of the supernatural world, it’s the definition of the people who have hunted down and killed their perfectly innocent loved ones. There are hunters out there who kill indiscriminately- the glow of your eyes, the flash of your fangs and the deep rumbling growl ripped from your chest- they’re all seen as excuse enough to kill. It wasn’t right, it wasn’t fair, and it certainly wasn’t 100% justified.
So, the Argent family, and any hunters who went along with them, developed a code. A way of life to keep the innocent free from consequences and the evil the bearer of all their own wrongs. Nous chassons ceux qui nous chassent- We hunt those who hunt us. Any supernatural creatures- werewolf, vampire, Kitsune- all of them were free to live their lives as they see fit but as long as they were adults and as long as there was proof that they had spilled innocent blood they were free game. But, hidden in the shadows of the noble words, was another rule within this code. That if you were an Argent or a Calavera, and you were bit by the Alpha of a supernatural pack something dark was expected of you.
To prevent the change from Human to Monster, you must make the ultimate sacrifice- your own life. It hadn’t occurred much in the times where hunter reigned supreme, only a handful of occasions, but it did happen. Growing up Celine Lea Argent knew nothing of the world she lived in. She knew nothing of werewolves and werewolf hunters, she knew nothing of the feud between the Hale Pack and the Argent Hunters. Her sweet and gentle heart wouldn’t be able to withstand such a terrible world. A world where her friendship with head strong Cora, wise Laura and passionate Derek was a bad thing. A thing so wrong it could insight wars or riots or death. They were just as much part of her family as the blood between herself and her younger sister Allison.
But nothing good ever seemed to last. Between Celine’s aunt pulling her best friend further and further away from her to the sudden and mysterious fire that wiped out nearly the entire Hale Pack and Celine’s entire world was shifted off kilter. Suddenly her family is moving away from the only place she has ever really called home, told with heartbreaking emotionlessness that her best friend is dead and that the world she lives in is not the world she thought. Now Celine Argent is expected to walk the path of a Hunter, to throw away her entire childhood long before she was meant to- against the wants of her father who only ever wished to protect her.
Suddenly Celine Argent is becoming the thing that has been accused over and over again for the Hale Fire- She is a hunter, whether she wants to be or not.
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Celine Lea Argent aka Lina Argent |The Little Warrior| “I walked the path you forced me down, I let you drag me through miles of woods, I let you leave me abandoned in rundown buildings! I have worked my ass off to become the hunter you wanted me to be. And yet, despite it all, you couldn’t burn the kindness from my heart, could you? It’s about time you heard the truth- I. Am. Nothing. Like. You. Kate. Argent.” · ·Emma Watson· ·
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Celine Lea Argent aka Baby Lina |The Werewolf Friend| “You’re my best friend Derek, I never want that to change.” · ·McKenna Grace· ·
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Derek Samuel Hale aka Sour Wolf |The Broken Man| “You family is the reason that my family is dead Celine. There is not getting past that. There is no moving forward. I’ll help you gain control but after that I want you and every other Argent out of my life for good.” · ·Tyler Hoechlin· ·
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Derek Samuel Hale aka Baby Derek |The Passionate Boy| “There are things I can’t explain to you Cel, you just have to go through them when you’re older. Cause when you’re older, you’ll understand how I felt about Paige.” · ·Ian Nelson· ·
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NOTE: To clarify, the Paige-Derek thing happened when Derek was a freshman in High School towards the beginning of the year, so he was fourteen nearly fifteen years old when it happened. When the Hale fire occurred was just before he turned sixteen years old. Which puts him about twenty-two years old during the first and second season of Teen Wolf as it starts after Winter Break. Celine is eighteen almost nineteen years old during the first and second season. I’m reworking and rewriting some of the chapters I already have because I feel like it’s moving too slow so I’m fixing it as I go.
POST-NOTE NOTE: Celine Argent is no longer face claimed by Rose McIver but rather (as mentioned above) Emma Watson.
Edited: 02/28/23
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Marked by Fate
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Chapter 11
Stiles yelled in frustration as he turned the corner and the nematon was back in front of him. He had been trying to find a way out of this weird version of the preserve for hours now. Or days. He wasn’t entirely sure. It never got dark here, just a weird twilight. Arawn was right when he told Derek that Stiles could see everything. Everything that Arawn wanted him to see anyways. He had wanted him to see the hospital and everything he had done. After subduing Travis, Derek, his dad, and Deaton he had gone on a killing spree throughout the building. There was so much blood and it made Stiles sick but it had made Arawn laugh.
Each death had given the god more power. Had strengthened the hold that Arawn had on Stiles. But the spark wasn’t going to give up so he had tried trekking through the “woods” to try and find that doorway again so he could get out. But so far he had just gone in circles ending up right back at the illusion of the nematon.
Sliding down to sit on the ground he leaned his back against the large tree and groaned. He had to get back to his mate, to his pack. He had to help them because he knew it was only a matter of time before Arawn was too powerful and his hold was too strong on Stiles. Time was running out and he knew it. Since the hospital the god had shut off all communication with him so he had no idea what was going on.
He was such an idiot. How many times had his mentor stressed that he shouldn’t let something in? How many times had he had Stiles read about possessions? Had he known about the prophecy? Is that why he had stressed this on him so much throughout his training? And then Stiles went and ignored it all and had walked right through that damned door letting the god take over.
He felt useless right now and he hadn’t felt this way since he had left Beacon Hills. He had always had a direction and known what to do since then. His mentor had guided him and had helped him grow stronger until he was able to take over as pack emissary. Even after he had become pack emissary he had only grown in strength and power. He had been able to protect his pack. A pack that spanned a whole corner of a state, not just one town. He had kept them all safe. Now here he was fucking up his new pack and probably getting everyone killed because of his mistake.
He wouldn’t be surprised if they didn’t trust him after this. He wouldn’t be surprised if Derek didn’t trust him after this. Holding his head in his hands he tried to fight back the tears but they fell anyway. He was going to lose everything. Everything he worked for was going to be dead and it was all his fault.
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Willow Lahey and Stiles Stilinski for the OTP asks :) 1, 3, 9, 10, 11, 17, 18, 28, 35, 39, 46 and 50 :)
Who fell for the other one first?
willow! stiles is still crushing on lydia for a while after willow starts crushing on him, so it takes him longer to start seeing her as more than just a friend.
3. Was it lust at first sight?
not in the slightest. willow is so distracted by how annoying he is to even think about him that way and while stiles acknowledges that she's cute and crush-worthy, he's still hung up on lydia and doesn't trust willow, so he it takes him a while to even consider her that way.
9. Do their friends and family like their significant other(s)?
yes! well, on stiles' side. sheriff stilinski and willow are actually pretty close, with him being the one to get her out of her home situation and in with the mccalls. they become friends long before willow and stiles do. sheriff stilinski is their number one fan once he realizes stiles has a thing for her.
and on willow's side... yes and no. when her dad shows up, he hates stiles and the rest of the pack for keeping willow from him. it's not really personal, considering they aren't dating yet, but he doesn't like him at all. and considering jayda as willow's family, jayda is chill with stiles! she gets to hear everything about stiles, from the good to the bad, so she has a more nuanced take on him and actively supports willow and stiles.
10. Have they had romantic partners before?
nope on both sides!
11. Are they a healthy couple? If no, why not?
yes! by the time they get together, willow has become pretty emotionally aware and knows how to express them most of the time, and she tends to push stiles to be honest with her so they can work through their issues together.
17. What do they have in common?
they're not super similar, but one thing they bond over is the fact that both of them have anxiety. they're also both pretty resourceful and curious, which leads to more than one investigation together.
18. What is their sex life like?
i haven't really thought about that, honestly? i feel like willow would want to take it slow, but once they get to that point, they'd definitely have a lot of fun with it. probably start out pretty vanilla before graduating to more fun things. one thing i'm certain of: sheriff stilinski loses a pair of handcuffs and still has no idea where they went.
28. Are they jealous/possessive of each other?
somewhat? willow is less jealous because the only time she really has competition is when malia enters the picture, but once stiles makes it clear malia isn’t an option, she gets over it fairly quickly and ends up befriending malia.
stiles, on the other hand, tends to be more jealous and can get a little possessive when someone flirts with willow. he’s definitely the type to come over, sweep her off her feet, then just kinda stare at the person like fuck off istg. luckily for him, willow kinda loves it sooo it works
35. How do they deal with being away from each other for a long time?
lots of skype calls and texting! they’re is constantly texting about whatever is on their mind atm and have a weekly skype date night to keep the romance alive. willow also likes sending him care packages and likes making themed playlists for him whenever she’s bored. stiles tends to send selfies and pictures to keep her updated on how things are going for him.
39. Who gets hit on the most?
it actually changes over time! at first, willow tends to get hit on the most - she’s new to beacon hills and she’s cute, soooo. but once she gets with stiles and starts making it clear that she isn’t interested, it tends to settle down. but with stiles, he starts getting hit on a lot when he goes to FBI training
46. How do they make each other laugh?
willow is a simp for stiles’ sarcasm and is constantly entertained by him while stiles loves how willow’s dry sense of humor.
50. Who would protect who in a dangerous situation?
before willow is turned, stiles is more likely to protect willow, mainly because she’s still getting used to the supernatural being a thing at the time. but once willow is turned, she tends to be more protective and ready to throw down if it means he’s safe.
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