#bamf stiles stilinski

[imagine-sterek]

Imagine Derek and stiles going on a road trip and they get stranded in the middle of nowhere and it happens to be where the creeper (jeepers creepers) is and it’s awake. So it tries to go after them but they’re both annoyed rather than scared. And the creeper is confused like, why don’t they fear me.

And stiles just gets his bat and just starts beating the crap out of it. Derek is just standing back watching. Then stiles finally kills it. (Just like how he defeated basically everyone on the show)

And the people who have been hunting the creeper for years shows up and are surprised stiles killed it.

[jade-bright]

...I've done a thing.

...Greek mythology Stiles Stilinski. Spark, Left hand, and the mate/husband of Alpha Derek of the Hale Pack <3

(honestly, @helloloveyes fic "The wild pack and their token human" inspired this. It's not a greek retelling or anything like that, but with my addiction to Epic: the musical and @gigizetz is designs...well my imagination got the best of me and I just needed a Stiles in nonmodern clothing, so this is another teen wolf au)

[fiction-justanotherstateofmind]

What I love about movies and shows is that the actors will still provide us things that it had not been possible to show us with just the movie/show.

I can't wait to read fanfic with a Stiles like the Dylan in the photo. I mean, it's literally BAMF Stiles Stilinski!

[lamlelywriter]

Jackson needs a pack. It's not easy to admit, but he needs one especially under the circumstances that he turned into a werewolf. The issue is that the Hale pack isn't really a pack. It's a ticking time bomb that's bound to end up with more dead bodies. Mark his words, he's going to leave this shit town behind him. Leave this pack that hates him, this Alpha that abuses him any chance he gets, this place that literally fucking killed him. He'll get out of this hell he's trapped in. And he does. He just never thought that would include Stiles Stilinski.

Main Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Jackson Whittemore

POV: Third Person - Jackson Whittemore

Rating: Mature for violence, blood, and dubious sexual consent (not between main pairing).

Key Features: Escapism, Wanderlust, Found Family, Slow Burn, Bad Beacon Hills, My First Published Teen Wolf Fic

Accompanying Spotify Playlist:

[sapphireginger]

Chapter #4

Summary: 

A snarl comes from Peter. “I wondered why you smelled of wolves.” He stills with rapidly widening blue eyes. “A-Are you part of their pack?”

A dark look falls on Stiles’s face. “No,” he replies coldly. “I don’t have a pack and never again will I have one. Not after–” He cuts off and turns away. It doesn’t escape the wolf’s notice when pale fingers press hard over the burn scar. “If you promise not to bite, I’ll message Alpha Bennett and see if she would be okay with you coming with me.”

It’s almost three in the morning when they part, and Stiles retrieves some water for their parched, emotionally raw throats. “So now what?” he asks.

Peter chugs his water and Stiles doesn’t—he totally does—stare at the man’s gorgeous self as the wolf’s throat works. Stiles quickly wipes his mouth to make sure the drool isn’t noticeable. 

Finally, Peter looks at him and studies him. “Well, I would say off to bed because I disturbed your rest, but I should stay down here since you’re only what…seventeen?”

Stiles squawks in protest. “Hey! No! I’m not seventeen. What?! Did you think that a fucking eleven year old stood up to Derek?” Stiles sneers and then tilts his head. “I mean, I still would have done it at eleven but no. I’m twenty-four you dick!”

This elicits a laugh even as Peter crowds Stiles back against the wall with a teasing smirk. “Well then. In that case, let me take you to bed.” Before Stiles can reply either way Peter continues. “To sleep of course.” He waits another moment or two and then finishes with: “This time. Next time though? No promises.”

“Shut up, Peter,” Stiles snaps without heat.

Peter chuckles and kisses his cheek, smirking when plush pink lips attempt to catch his own. “As you wish, sweetheart.”

With an annoyed huff and a pout, Stiles marches upstairs, Peter following right behind him. He shucks the pants he had barely thought to throw on over his boxers and then climbs into bed in just boxers and a t-shirt. Peter shucks his own jeans, jacket, socks and shoes before joining him. 

“Noooooo funny business now, Stiles,” the wolf teases.

“It’s not me I’m worried about,” the spark mutters.

Peter traces his fingers against Stiles’s arm teasingly, loving the hitch of breath it gets him. He lets his fingers trace the burn scar on the spark’s arm from that awful night six years ago and Stiles lets him, which is surprising to Peter. He decides to keep things lighthearted right now despite his wolf’s objections to it. “Are you afraid of the big bad wolf, Stiles?”

“N-No. I’m n-not afraid.”

Peter smirks. “Not a bit. You smell divine.”

Stiles whines half-heartedly. “Stop talking about my smell. It’s weird.”

“Tough toenails. You, my mate, smell perfect. You smell aroused, frustrated, relieved, nostalgic, slightly annoyed and mostly pleased.”

“Yeah? Well, you—You just plain smell.”

Blue eyes flash electric blue and Stiles feels a clawed hand gently cup the back of his head. Peter guides Stiles’s nose to the crook of his neck. “Perhaps you need to come a bit closer, little one.”

‘Oh boy howdy’ is all Stiles can think as he greedily drinks in the scent of his ma–of Peter. He lets out a soft hum of satisfaction that Peter echoes. 

“Tell me, sweet boy. What do you smell?”

Stiles’s nose digs deeper as his hand rests on Peter’s chest, fingers subconsciously clenching and unclenching in the fabric. “I smell…” he trails off, his breath stuttering. “I smell vanilla, roses, peppermint, books, sweat and something wild.”

Peter chuckles, slightly surprised at how much Stiles got but then again, the wolf isn’t really all that surprised. Stiles is a freaking spark after all.

It’s a comfortable silence that settles between them after that. Stiles should probably be more concerned how easy it feels, how right it feels and how perfect it feels but honestly, he has missed being hugged and he has missed being held. He has missed being close to people. He gets a light scenting from some of the wolves that he helps but mostly, it’s just him and a couple of one night stands, the last one being like two years ago.

This man—the man of whom his mother spoke so highly and of whom she told Stiles to trust with his life—is holding him like he’s something to be treasured, like he’s something precious, like he matters. Stiles intends to test the validity of the trust his mom had in Peter. However, right now he has no desire to move an inch and he’ll use his spark to make it possible to stay even longer. Seriously, he doesn’t want to move right now. 

Therefore, with Peter offering no objections, Stiles parks his nose in the midst of that heavenly—that sinful—scent of all that is Peter Hale for the rest of forever. Well, it will be forever if he has anything to say about it. He resolutely pretends not to notice when Peter kisses the burn scar, not willing to be swayed so easily. 

Meanwhile, Peter presses his lips to the mark, unable to hide his awe of it. He just wants to touch as much as he can before Stiles inevitably changes his mind. 

There is much for them to talk about and quite a lot of things haven’t been said but that’s a problem for future spark and future wolf. For now, it’s just Stiles and Peter. 

🔥✨🔥•💜•🔥✨🔥

When Stiles wakes up later in the early afternoon, he expects to discover that everything with Peter was a dream, but he feels a warmth in his bed that isn’t usually there. He slowly blinks his eyes open and glances down to see an arm loosely wrapped around his waist. Then he swallows thickly and glances back, amber eyes locking with electric blues ones. “Good morning, sweet boy.”

Stiles flushes and looks away. “‘M not sweet.”

“Hm,” Peter hums and noses at the spark’s pale neck, giving it a testing nip and relishing in the shiver and hitch of breath he gets in response. “I disagree. I think you’re very sweet.”

“Whatever, Creeperwolf.” Stiles wiggles to get out of the wolf’s embrace but only succeeds in grinding his ass on the wolf’s crock. He freezes when he feels the hardness stirring in Peter’s boxers. “Uhh–” he says dumbly, his brain buffering.

Peter smirks, though Stiles can’t see it as he slips his hand lower and lower to tease at the tip of Stiles’s own cock that’s now beginning to harden in his boxers. “Are you trying to tease me, Stiles? That’s not very nice, sweet boy.”

Stiles’s breath hitches and he lets out a breathy moan. “N-No. I just—” He rocks his hips forward into Peter’s hand and his head falls back towards the older man with another soft moan. “I thought it was important for us to talk about some things.”

“Mmm, but you look so delicious and so pretty like this. Look at your pale skin getting all flushed from just a little taste of what it’s like to be touched by me. Why would you want to talk, when we can do this instead?”

Reluctantly, Stiles pulls away and of course Peter lets him. After all, it’s not fun when not everyone wants it. He would never force Stiles to do anything the spark didn’t wish to do, and truth be told, Peter is confident even if he wanted to force Stiles to do something, he wouldn't be able to. 

Amber eyes look at the wolf as Stiles tilts his head, biting his lip. Then he leans forward to chastely kiss the wolf. Peter rumbles in his chest, pleased with the action.

It makes Stiles laugh. “You’re like a cat.”

“Excuse you, I am a wolf.” Peter sticks his nose in the air with a haughty sniff. “So, I do not purr.”

Long slender fingers card through his hair and the rumble sounds in Peter’s chest again. “Sure you don’t, Creeperwolf,” Stiles teases.

Peter bares his teeth and huffs as he sits up. “Well, if we’re not going to have fun, then what are we going to do today?”

Stiles shrugs as he gets off the bed and heads towards the bathroom. “I don’t know what you’re going to do. I’m going to shower and no—” he states, cutting off Peter’s reply. “—you can’t join me. Not yet.”

“Fine,” Peter grumbles, glancing at the spark, his lips forming a pout that Stiles thinks is adorable, though he doesn’t dare tell the wolf that.

“That doesn’t work on me but nice try, wolf. Anyway, I have a business to run and there will be people coming.” He grabs a towel and glances at Peter again. “No biting my customers.”

With that, he disappears into the bathroom. Peter’s wolf whines at the thought of all that pale skin beautifully bare right on the other side of the door and whines more that he can’t touch his mate when all that beautiful pale skin is just begging to be touched, marked up and claimed. It would be so easy to sneak a peek but he respects Stiles too much for that. Peter can be patient, he thinks, at least for now. 

So instead, he perks his ears when he hears soft grunts accompanied by a moan. Of course, Stiles would take care of himself. Well then so will Peter. The wolf shucks his boxers and takes himself in hand, stroking to the time of Stiles’s movements. They cum at the same time and Peter hastily looks for something of Stiles’s to wear.

When Stiles exits the bathroom in just a towel hung low on his hips, Peter’s pupils dilate with lust. “You’ve been hiding all that from me. That’s just cruel, sweetheart.”

Stiles mock glares at him and then blinks, taking in Peter’s appearance. “Are those my clothes?”

Peter’s ears turn just the lightest shade of pink. “Yes. What did you expect? That I would simply walk around naked?”

“Well, yeah actually,” Stiles says as he grabs out boxer briefs, khaki cargo pants and a tight white t-shirt that he throws a red plaid shirt over. “I mean I was expecting some elaborate seduction. I figured you wanting to woo me was too high of an expectation for me to have.”

Peter snorts. “Well, I live to serve. If you want wooing, I’ll give you wooing. I’ll woo the fuck out of you. Would you let me help you run your shop today?”

Stiles quirks a brow as he grabs his keys, phone and wallet, slipping them into his pockets. “Well, I’m not at the shop today. I’m visiting a pack that needs my help with some warding.”

A snarl comes from Peter. “I wondered why you smelled of wolves.” He stills with rapidly widening blue eyes. “A-Are you part of their pack?”

A dark look falls on Stiles’s face. “No,” he replies coldly. “I don’t have a pack and never again will I have one. Not after—” He cuts off and turns away. It doesn’t escape the wolf’s notice when pale fingers press hard over the burn scar. “If you promise not to bite, I’ll message Alpha Bennett and see if she would be okay with you coming with me.”

Peter shakes his head to clear it of the anger flooding through him when he thinks about how those Beacon Hell wolves hurt his mate. Then he nods. “If I bite anyone, it’ll be you sweetheart. You’d look simply divine with my marks.”

“Easy there, Chomper. Chomper no chomping.”

A perfectly sculpted brow raises as the wolf looks at him amused. “Chomper? What in the world is a chomper?”

Stiles gapes at him. “You know? Like Littlefoot, Cera, Ducky, Petrie and Spike?”

Peter looks bemused and Stiles huffs, pulling out his phone to google a picture. He turns the screen to Peter and points. “That’s Chomper. He’s in the…” he trails off, hemming and hawing as he mutters to himself. “Oh! He’s from the Land Before Time II: The Great Valley Adventure!” he exclaims, proud of himself for remembering. 

Still Peter stares. “When was it released?”

Stiles smirks. “Oh, you know back when dinosaurs made their own movies. You remember them, right? Weren’t they your neighbors?”

The wolf growls, his eyes narrowing. “Ha. So hilarious,” he retorts dryly. “You’ve got a career in standup for sure.”

“Sarcasm and teasing are my forte. What did you expect?” Stiles asks, fluttering his eyelashes in faux innocence. “Now that we have that out of the way…Chomper no chomping.” He wags his finger at Peter before turning and heading downstairs. He’s typing away on his phone when Peter finally collects himself and goes after him.

“Who might you be texting?” he asks, a little jealous but hopes he’s hiding it well. At least, he thinks he is until Stiles sends him a look that says he knows.

“It’s adorable seeing you all jelly of little old me.” He pockets his phone and smirks. “Alpha Bennett says that a Hale is always welcome but you’re going to call me by my name now and not by Stiles. Okay?” he says and Peter shivers at the aura of power radiating from the statement. He’s sure it’s barely a pin drop in the ocean and inferno of Stiles’s power.

Peter swallows the saliva building at the overwhelming want he feels and nods. “Yes, sir.” The burst of arousal in the air makes Peter smirk. “So that’s the moniker I should use. Good to know.” The wolf swishes his hips as he walks past Stiles towards the door. He glances back over his shoulder throwing the spark a knowing look as amber eyes snap up from his admiration of the wolf’s ass. “Are you coming, sir?” Peter purrs and steps outside.

“Fucking hell,” Stiles grumbles adjusting himself. That’s just great. Leave it to Peter freaking Hale to find a kink Stiles didn’t even know he had. “Not cool Peter!” he hollers as he joins him outside, setting his wards behind them. “Take my hand.”

“Oh my, Stiles.” Peter glances around with a gasp. “I don’t know if we’re at the hand holding stage of our relationship yet.”

“Shut up Peter and take my hand or I’ll leave you here. It’s supposed to rain today. I wonder if when you get all wet, if I’ll smell wet do—AHHH!” he squawks when Peter grabs his hand and bites harshly on his neck but with human teeth and without breaking the skin. 

“Be nice to your mate, Stiles.”

“You be nice to yours,” Stiles retorts and fights to tamp down the arousal building again. He calls on his spark to coat him, so he won’t be bringing the scent of desire into the alpha’s home. “Mother Moon. Mother Earth. Grant me safe passage through your leys and to the destination predetermined. So, states this spark his ask and need.”

Peter quirks a brow impressed and then squeezes Stiles's hand tighter when the ground shakes slightly. “Uh Stil—” He’s cut off when there’s a sense of being sucked into a tube and everything goes dark.

[were-wolverine]

derek, kidnapped by hunters: you guys are so fucked

hunters: oh wolfy, this is a trap for your little betas. your wolves can’t save you

derek: i wasn’t talking about them :)

stiles, slamming the door open, covered in blood and furious: who the FUCK took my boyfriend

hunter: it’s one human, what’s he- *chokes and falls to the ground*

stiles, fully darth-vadering it: oh no, do go on :)

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Hii!!! Your blog is literally so perfect. Love it.

Could you recommend some more angsty fics where either Derek or Stiles is really insecure and has low self esteem? Happy ending only, if that’s alright. I really appreciate it!

Aw thanks anon! There's already an insecure!stiles tag so I focused on insecure!derek.

The (Tell-Tale) Heart Doesn’t Lie by novemberhush

(1/1 I 100 I General I Sterek)

After a little gentle teasing unexpectedly hits a nerve with Derek Stiles is quick to reassure him that he knows there’s more to the handsome werewolf than just being really, really, really ridiculously good-looking.

I Know the Pieces Fit by shealynn88

(1/1 I 2,700 I Teen)

“Stiles?”

It’s Derek’s voice, quiet in the dark with the low hum of the pack behind him.

Derek's the hardest one for Stiles to understand. Sometimes he thinks…but then it becomes clear, it’s not like that. Derek tolerates him. Appreciates his loyalty, at least. The way Stiles appreciates the brave hiss of a kitten. Cute. Admirable. But not equal.

And Dwell Beneath My Shadow by lielabell

(1/1 I 8,695 I Mature)

Derek is not stupid. He gets why Stiles puts up with him. It's clear every time Stiles looks at him, the spicy scent of lust and arousal Stiles's body can't help but put off. It doesn’t surprise him. Not at all. Derek knows what he looks like, knows that his face and his body are more than enough to compensate for his shitty personality. Stiles wants him more than he is annoyed by him. Nothing more, nothing less. It's not anything to be amazed over, nothing to write home about. Stiles isn't the first-- and most likely won't be the last-- hormone soaked teen who has panted over Derek.

Cliche by adult_disneyprincess (orphan_account)

(2/2 I 9,305 I Teen)

It’s cliché as shit, Stiles thinks. The nerd in love with the punk. He figures he wouldn’t want Derek Hale so much if he didn’t have those fucking tattoos everywhere, didn’t give a shit what people thought about him, and didn’t wear those stupid leather jackets. They’re not the same jacket either, Stiles has counted at least four different ones that the resident punk owns

Cross a Canyon (with a broken limb) by theroguesgambit 

(1/1 I 18,010 I Teen)

“You never graduated,” Stiles says, just to say it. To test it out in the open air. That's... huh.

--

Stiles spends his senior year battling troll-gremlins, taking on an unexpected tutoring job, and definitely not falling for a certain sourwolf (even though everyone else seems to think he is).

Defying Convention by rororowyourboat

(13/13 I 24,331 I Teen)

Stiles is a newly certified fully-trained Spark, and he's on the market to chose a werewolf pack to act as Emissary for. The biggest problem? Almost every pack in North America wants him, and he's supposed to choose a pack at the 3-day conference. But how's he supposed to get to know any of the likely candidates when they're just being so damn polite and respectful?

Derek and his sisters are at the conference with bleak hopes: their pack was decimated by hunters years ago and their caustic attitudes have turned away most potential applicants.

Rarity by peanutbutter4lyfe

(8/8 I 29,837 I Explicit)

Derek let's the guys throw a party for Stiles' 18th at his loft and instantly regrets it. During the party Derek starts acting strangely, his senses going wild. He reads the signs and thinks Scott is his mate. It drives him crazy when Scott doesn't feel the same, until he figures it out... with a little help from Peter.

Thanks for Thumper, But I Prefer Cheeseburgers by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

(1/1 I 58,399 I Teen)

The wolf’s head whipped around so fast, Stiles felt like he was watching The Exorcist.

Stiles wondered if he could just stand still enough to make the wolf think he was a tree. A very bright red and jean-clad tree. He doubted it, but one could hope.

He knew it was a lost cause when the wolf turned fully, lips pulled back from its sharp teeth—so very sharp, good fucking Lord!—and began walking towards Stiles.

“I didn’t see anything!” Stiles shouted, both hands out in front of himself and sweat instantly breaking out across his skin. “I swear to you! I didn’t see anything! I didn’t see anything! I won’t tell anyone! I won’t! I’ll keep this to myself, until the day I die! I promise! I promise!”

You're stronger than you know by Littleredridinghunter

(15/15 I 234,195 I Not Rated)

Stiles survives his encounter with Gerard and his goons, but it isn't easy.

The pack are letting him down again, his dad is not speaking to him, his life is just generally falling apart.

Until he has to get a bronze dagger to kill a siren and his whole world gets flipped on it's head!

My summaries are rubbish but I hope you'll still give it a chance!

[z0mbie2b0y]

I need to see more fics where Stiles is like morally gray and would do anything to protect his pack even if he needs to get his hands dirty!! :3

[outtoshatter]

Here is the first teaser for my @sterekcollabang fic, The Devil in the Next Room! All of the love and appreciation to @noxnthea for being an awesome collab partner and listening to me and all my random ideas about this story, while they still looked like a mad person's crime board.

Onto the fic: I'll be posting in five chapter increments, once a week. Here's the link to the first five chapters :D

Rating: M for violence and gore Relevant Tags: fantasy au, magical Stiles, alternate Hale fire, BAMF!Stiles, ghosts, demons, fantasy religion

Metal rattled, and a whisper floated through the fog. Light flashed from the right, and men cried out. One man in a blue uniform toppled out from between two buildings, skidding into the street. The scent of magic, like hot metal, wafted from his smoking clothes. Derek drifted toward the alley involuntarily, a fish on a line. His heart fell. A witch, pale as the dead, stood at the end of the alley cornered by palace officers. They were all human, but they had weapons, and the witch looked like he was about to keel over. A thin silver chain dangled between the fingers of his left hand. His eyes were wide but glazed.

[sototallynormaliswear]

so y'know the scene at the end of season three where Derek hallucinates stiles when he's like. dying? yeah au where that keeps happening but overtime, as stiles gets more and more magic, he actually is there. the post FBI raid is weird because Derek keeps waiting for stiles to disappear and stiles is just like AH FUCK NY TOE

anyway this all comes to a head in the movie, where stiles is in a magic coma both healing Derek and being pissed that no one called him. and Isaac's like Hey sheriff... your kid is kinda... sorta... bound to that guy you just had a funeral for?? yeah sorry they'll be ok in like a week. anyway do you know where Derek's pup is?? they'll both be really cry-y and I need someone else to get caught in that

[sterekunhinged]

LET'S GOOOOO Thank you to everyone who participated and became unhinged with me <3

tumblr fic here! by @cantgetoversterek

Worth Fifty Thousand Words by Definitively_Different_Drivel T | 344 words | tags: crack treated seriously, rated T for language/references to porn

Summary: Stiles gaped after Mrs. Brooks. Derek stood beside him, eyebrow raised. Stiles pulled out his phone, searching frantically. "You're not looking that up." Stiles typed away. "Fuck off, do you really think I can just- ignore that possibility?" Derek grimaced, scraping his fingers through the back of his hair. Stiles sputtered beside him. "Holy shit I found it! Oh my god, this was a bad idea, Derek, why didn't you stop me?"

In which Stiles hears some interesting information about his father's past career aspirations and proceeds to makes literally the worst decisions possible.

It kills me to love you by TalesoftheEnchantedForest E | 5958 words | graphic depictions of violence | tags: canon divergence, a hint of dark!Stiles, Pack Alpha Derek Hale but the pack's not in this fic, Getting Together, A bit of stalking, freak4freak, Cum drinking, brief armpit and feet kink, Jealousy, Marking, Bottom Derek Hale/Top Stiles Stilinski ,fucking on corpses, Breeding Kink, Mating Bond, Angst and Porn, Stiles is 17 at the beginning but it's not explicitly stated

Summary: "How did you know?" Derek asks because he didn't mention the date to anyone, and maybe that was a mistake he shouldn't repeat in the future. "I put a tracker on your phone," Stiles says casually, and yeah, that sounds like him. Stiles and Derek's relationship might not be the healthiest, but it works for them, so does it really matter?

Trading Ties by Definitively_Different_Drivel E | 4181 words | tags: Porn With Plot, Kidnapped Stiles Stilinski, Magical Stiles Stilinski, BAMF Stiles Stilinski, Morally Ambiguous Stiles Stilinski, Accidental Knotting, Manipulative Stiles Stilinski, Dubious Consent, Kanima Venom (Teen Wolf), also acts like viagra because fuck it it's smut, Dubiously Consensual Blow Jobs, spell for instant lube/prep, Topping from the Bottom, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Bondage

Summary: "You're awake." Hazel eyes bore into him as he cursed his luck. Stiles frowned, heaving his head up to rest against the back of the chair. He must be getting sloppy. "So," he eyed the man, took in the classic posture and subtle nostril flaring that lay beneath all that leather and gratuitous muscle. He cracked out a brittle laugh, playing the victim. "big bad wolf thought he could waltz in and steal the weakest link, eh?" The man eyeing him scoffed. "Bullshit. You're the linchpin." In which Laura and Derek return after Scott's pack is well established and they're stupid enough to kidnap Stiles as a test. Little do they realize that the guy they thought was the cowardly human strategist is actually a terrifying magical enigma. He's also disturbingly horny, which may be the key to avoiding Derek's impending demise.

Wolf Kissed by Gia279 E | 69,565 words | 38 chapters | tags: Mates, Mates by Choice, Werewolf Stiles Stilinski, Stiles Stilinski Gets Bitten, Original Characters - Freeform, Scarification, Stiles Stilinski-centric, animal consumption, werewolf violence, Werewolf Culture, Gore, Violence, Biting, Full Shift Werewolves, Alternate Universe, Pack Dynamics, Hunters, BAMF Stiles Stilinski, Torture, scars are important in werewolf culture, Explicit Sexual Content, Serious Injuries

Summary: Stiles has been smothered under the weight of running his dead mother's tavern for years. When the wolves return from the mountain, when Derek Hale strolls into his tavern and offers him a way out, he leaps at the chance. His abrupt departure fractures his town and turns everyone against his new pack. He's determined to set things to rights after he discovers that the Argents have twisted his choice to leave into something more sinister.

Bring Your Hunger by lanalua M | 2110 words | tags: Magical Stiles Stilinski, BAMF Stiles Stilinski, Getting Together, Nemeton Stiles Stilnski

Summary: Derek was used to tragedy. Used to waiting for the other shoe to drop. He was tired. This, he decided to enjoy.

[jade-bright]

Be real with me guys...have we truly never considered Sterek x Queen Charlotte AU?

Cause I keep getting clips of the show and the moments between Charlotte and George, and I can't help but NOT think of Sterek.

Charlotte finding George at the chair being tortured? Stiles seeing how Derek's lycanthropy is being treated with electric shocks, or I guess with the time period it'd be more violent and gory with knives, other weapons, (probably wolfsbane too) and just not standing for it, because if modern stiles can help his recently bitten best friend to control his werewolf abilities, then Georgian Era Stiles can help his born wolf husband to control his.

Charlotte seeing George's fascination with astrology and even following after him when he goes to the garden to call to venus? Stiles seeing Derek have this pull to the moon he constantly fights, and having witnessed how he'd be chained and tortured on the days of the full moon when his urges were strongest, and he just plans picnics and walks through the garden at night, keeps track of when the full moon will be so that he can arrange for a hunting trip for the two of them alone, or simply sneaking the both of them outside the kingdom walls so that Derek can have the freedom to run and hunt as much as he wants.

George happy that Charlotte is not disgusted by his madness, and even being able to help him much more effectively then the doctor was? Derek eventually finding peace and control with this side of himself, in a way no one else in his family who's had this "condition" had ever been able to manage, and all because Stiles; his Consort, his husband, his mate, his anchor, the only one who can and has brought him back to his humanity, had been the only one who did not see his wolf as a disease and did not treat it as one.

THEIR FIRST MEETING!!! When Charlotte calls him a beast and troll without knowing who George was at first? Derek worried and internally wincing at Stiles first calling him a beast, later on just smiles amusedly when Stiles jokes about how he was right in the beginning and calls Derek his beast as an endearment, along with his wolf, his love, and obviously sourwolf <3

[yumku]

I have absolutely no idea of what I am doing.

I'm never satisfied with my projects.

[dropofbittersea]

“Hey Derek? Are you absolutely sure that Beacon Hills isn’t sitting on a Hell Mouth?”

[batwynn]

You wanna fight?

[stereknation]

follow the code by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

Summary:

“I had that,” Stiles informed him, still on his ass on the hard ground.

“I could see that,” Derek said. He was still wolfed out, eyes glowing red, staring down at Stiles like he didn’t know what to make of him.

When Derek took a step forward, hand outstretched to help him up, Stiles raised his crossbow and fired. Derek leapt back a step, looking down at himself, then turned when he heard a thump, the second Omega in the area flat on its face with an arrow in its head.

Turning back to Stiles slowly, Derek frowned down at him. “You saved me.”

“I saved myself,” Stiles insisted, getting to his feet on his own.

(SNYE - January 8th - Enemies to Friends to Lovers)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Main Character(s): Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski

Additional Character(s): Gerard argent, Kate argent, Chris argent, Allison argent, Malia Tate, Scott McCall, Melissa McCall

Pairing(s): Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Tags: Vengeful Stiles, Alpha Derek, Enemies to Friends, Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Hurt Stiles, Hurt Derek, Hunter Stiles Stilinski , Manipulation , Asshole Gerard Argent, Abusive Gerard Argent, Manipulative Gerard Argent, Angst with a Happy Ending, Derek Hale is Stiles Stilinski's Anchor, Canon-Typical Violence, Torture, Sharing a Bed, Beta Scott, The Hale Pack - Freeform, Dead Sheriff Stilinski, Getting Together, Roommates, Warning: Gerard Argent, Don’t copy to another site

Word Count: 26,010

Chapters: 1/1