#i doubt even a god can conceal or numb their emotions in the face of a poetic key by such professional locksmiths

[rainydays12]

listening to 'Butchered Tongue' by Hozier while reading Babel, crying uncontrollably

[solaneceae]

for @inspiredrawaw because their ocs live in my brain rent-free

emo deer and shy dragon boi have a heccin snuggle. thats it, thats the tweet.

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Waking up was a... difficult process. Slow, sluggish and almost sticky, like being pulled out of a particularly deep quagmire. Darkness was clinging to his body and mind, keeping his eyelids stubbornly closed, a sensation of numbness and weightlessness planting the seeds of doubts. Was this real? Was he dreaming?

Normally, this wouldn’t be an issue… except he couldn’t remember falling asleep. Nor could he remember… much of anything, really.

He was stuck in this state of hazy confusion for what felt like hours, with no sensory hint as to where he was, head and ears filled with cotton, too stiff and tired to move an inch or open his eyes. He wondered, however briefly, if this was what death was. Maybe he’d fallen off the boat and drowned. Maybe a monster got him, and he just couldn’t remember it.

Mh. If that was truly the After, then it was a tad underwhelming, wasn’t it.

“...’en? Drakken? Are you with me?”

Recognition sparked in his slowly waking mind, followed by fondness. That voice. Omen’s voice. That formal inflexion, that little scratchiness Drakken had come to love. He could now feel a pressure on his upper back and shoulders, his arms, his chest… like he was being held.

Was his partner taking him through the gates themselves? In a way, the prospect was reassuring. The young dragon wouldn’t have it any other way.

But then he thought of Amber, and how devastated she’d be. Oh Gods, what had he done? Curse the Morrígan! Them, and all of this starfallen, cussing pile of moonrocks!

“Wake up you sod, you’re not dead just yet.”

...Oh.

That made more sense in retrospect. It took effort, but opening his eyes confirmed that he was, indeed, very much alive, and not being carried off to the After following an untimely demise. Merely laying down on his cot inside the boat, his back supported by what seemed to be his favorite deer, swaddled in a thick fleece blanket with a wool beanie on his head. And something was breathing against his neck.

He opened his mouth to speak, but his jaw felt so stiff, his tongue swollen and hard to move… “Mmm’n?”

“Shh. Don’t move yet. You fell asleep outside.”

He had? Oh, cuss. Drakken knew he didn’t do well in the cold at all, but it had been pleasantly warm today and he hadn’t expected the temperature to drop so much once night fell. He’d just been so fascinated with the blinking stars, trying to find his favorite constellations… he hadn’t realized how cold it had gotten until it was too late, it seemed.

Omen shifted, reaching for one of his frigid hands. “Can you move your fingers? Here, try to squeeze my hand.”

The dragon complied, wincing as his digits twitched and flared up with a dull, but pulsing pain. “H’rrts,” he managed to slur out, loosely grasping Omen’s warm, furry paw for a short moment before letting go. Something was changing- he actually felt the cold now, his body breaking into little shudders and spasms, his teeth starting to chatter. Wasn’t he supposed to be warming up? There was something radiating warmth against his chest… a hot water bottle?

“C-Cold,” the dragon slurred, now full-on trembling. He heard Omen hum, felt their hands rub up and down his arms through the blanket, their nose press against his jugular. “It’s alright, sunflower. Your body’s just starting to work properly again,” they assured him. “It’s a good sign.”

Was it? Drakken didn’t know, as mustering complex thoughts was a little difficult at the moment. He tried to move his arms to lay his hands on the hot bottle, but Omen quickly stopped him. “No, Drace, love- don’t, please. Your hands will just hurt more if you do that, and it’ll send cold blood right to your heart. Let them warm up on their own.”

Drakken let out a quiet croak of complaint, but quickly gave up, too drained to fight it. Mrf.

Well, at least his chest and back felt warmer. Even Omen’s nose felt warm, and that was weird, because Omen’s nose always felt cool to him, and he knew this because the deer loved to sneakily press it in the crook of his neck to make him squeal and squirm, and he’d flush and mumble complains while the deer smirked at him, because they both knew he didn’t actually want them to stop.

Mmh. Omen was so mischievous. And their coat was always so soft, and warm like a baby chick, chick-chickadee. Drakken liked to press his nose to theirs, and laugh when they took an offended expression whenever he went in for a playful boop. They were so proud all the time. I come from a prestigious family of death omens! they’d say. Regal. So pretty.

Ah, he’d lost his train of thought. And Omen was looking at him weird. “You need to warm up more,” they said, gently maneuvering him to lay him down on his cot, adjusting the blanket and water bottle. Drakken complained with a quiet whine, which the deer stifled with a little hush. They’d make him tea, they said. They’d be back real soon, they promised.

Drakken watched his partner smile fondly at him, then walk out of the room, their hooves clicking on the wooden floor. Drakken sniffled, shivering in his blanket, numb tail twitching as it slowly wrapped itself around his waist in an attempt at self-soothing. Please don’t be long...

***

The fallow deer placed their hands against the table, taking a few deep breaths to calm down as the sound of boiling water filled the tiny kitchen.

They’d tried so hard to keep themselves from visibly panicking, when all they wanted to do was to scream and cry in the crook of his boyfriend’s scaly neck, and tell him how scared they’d been, how their blood had run cold when they’d found him, silent and still on the cold wood of the deck, his chest barely moving and lips so blue and no no nonono can’t lose him not him not him-

Hissssssssss

Their spiraling thoughts were drowned out by the distinct sound of the kettle whistling, snapping them out of it. They swore bitterly, rubbing their head and taking the kettle out of the fire- they couldn’t fall apart like this. They had to take care of Drakken first and foremost, make him feel safe. They weren’t the one being hurt here. Being outwardly worried would only make it worse.

They focused on stuffing Drakken’s preferred blend -black tea, ginger, clove, cinnamon- in a tea ball, pouring the hot water in a mug and leaving room for cold water. Infuse, get the honey, cool it down, too hot will hurt him, where’s the spoon, have to hurry...

***

“Here, I’m going to help you sit up, hang on. Up we go, c’mon… There, you’re doing great, good job love. Let me- no no, Drakken, keep your hands inside the blanket, alright? Let me give it to you. Your hands will hurt again if you try to hold it.”

Drakken gave Omen an affronted look -which made them smile a little bit- but complied. Now that the dragon was upright, Omen proceeded to hold his head up, gently pushing the mug to his lips and tilting it, letting him take a few tiny, cautious gulps.

He looked better- the frost had completely left his scales, and even though he was shivering still, he no longer seemed incoherent. He choked a little on the last gulp, and Omen gently rubbed his back until his coughing fit had subsided and he laid bonelessly against their side, but his breathing was steady, and so was his heart… “Feeling better?” they asked quietly, hand gliding up and down their boyfriend’s back. Drakken hummed tiredly, his cheek slightly smushed against Omen’s shoulder. “Y-Yeah… thank you…”

Silence reigned for a few minutes, punctuated by each other’s breathing and the occasional shaky whimper from the cold-blooded dragon. Before he spoke again. “ ‘m sorry…”

Omen tilted their head, antlers bumping against the wall. “What for?”

“Should’ve paid attention… been more careful. Made you worry.”

The child of Death frowned at that. “Do not concern yourself with that. It is fine. I’m just glad you’re okay.”

“S’not though…”

The deer blinked when a cool hand grasped theirs- Drakken was shifting against them to look into their eyes, squeezing their fingers in a firmer grip than before. “You’re always- so careful, always thinking about protecting us. You always r-remind me to be careful when it’s cold, and I wasn’t careful enough, and I’m-made you worry and I’m sorry…”

Omen was stunned- Drakken had just experienced dangerous levels of hypothermia, yet he was concerned about how they felt?

Had they failed to conceal their fear so badly that even Drakken, out of it as he was, had been able to pick up on it?

They let out a shuddering breath, letting their head rest against the other’s, eyes clenched shut. Drakken knew them way too well. Their emotions, now bursting through the damn, making them feel like the lost, scared little kid they had been once. They said nothing, letting their boyfriend cup their face and brush over their fur knowingly. In this moment… there was no need for words.

His claws were sharp- dangerous. Yet he always touched them so gently, so carefully. Even now as his arms left his cocoon of blankets to wrap around Omen, pulling them down into a comforting hug.

“ ‘ey.”

“...Yes?”

“ ‘luv you, treasure.”

The deer felt a surge of affection swelling in their chest. “I love you too, sunflower,” they breathed out, voice a little bit shaky as they returned the dragon’s embrace.

And when Drakken squeaked when they pressed their nose in his neck, Omen knew he was going to be okay.

[voidcat]

– the sea and to see

characters: oikawa tooru/gn!reader

wc & genre: 1.6k - comfort :-)

a/n: another finals week where i write an oiks comfort<3 society if i didnt begin oikawa comfort fics everytime i felt down bc i have so many wips.. 

i dont rmr where i wanted this to go but i can’t find any other way to finish so ye,, also!! mentions of drinking, similar vibes to stardust on reader’s state of mind

One step, another and another.

Without looking around, you know where you are, wishing you didn’t. (but there’s nothing to be done about that now.)

Looking left and right, checking in case any familiar face is around, you sink to the ground, regret already filling your ears. A voice whispers and it’s right. This is a bad idea, one of your most stupid ones but then again, you’ve been making a bit too many of these lately.

It’s late but not too late. You weight the option to knock the door and decide against it. You need to get your thoughts straight and make up a plan, and hopefully convince yourself to get up and leave. But it never comes as your head between your hands, you doze off far far away and forget you’re ever there, lost somewhere in space.

You snap back with a shake, or a nudge on your shoulder. It feels different, a shadow over your vision, weather a bit colder now.

The shadow moves and you realize. 

Note to self to never zone out again to avoid further falling asleep out in the open public. And as this passes by your eyes, he shuffles on his feet, possibly waiting for an explanation or at least a little bit of your attention on you. So you look up and he scrunches his nose in reply, the same stern look, cold eyes and disapproving face you see all too often.

A minute passes. Or maybe it’s a second or five, you’re not sure. You haven’t been good with time, not before and certainly not now. Letting out a breath, hands hanging from both sides you slowly begin to get up.

Once your mouth open, your words sound quieter than you’d like, and slower too. You must’ve slept for a while.

“Look, if you’re wondering why I’m sitting by your door, at god knows what o’clock, never mind it, just forge-“

“All I care about is you moving your ass right now.” He says (rudely interrupts your sentence) and you want to roll your eyes at him, so you do.

He only looks more annoyed now.

“You’re blocking the door.”

Oh, right…

The keys clink to one another, dance in the air for a while and do not struggle in the hole, get in and turn without a trouble, get out without a break. Even his door opens as smoothly as him.

This, only makes it worse.

“Yes, ‘oh’, so if you have nothing else to say, I’d like to rest.” Oikawa says as he steps in, and you cannot help but worry, again, even though it’s stupid and there’s no logical reason for you to get upset over his rudeness, because really… Isn’t this how the two of you go back and forth almost daily? Isn’t it given? The norm?

Except for some nights, comes that whisper again, and you want to argue back: ‘Weren’t you the one who told me this was a bad idea from the start?’

The jingling noise of the keys snap you out of your head again and you find Oikawa still standing at the edge of the door, waiting. For you to say something, you realize and you shake your head. Because this was a stupid idea from the very start.

But your brain disagrees; as Oikawa can tell from a single look at you that you’ve been doing it again, arguing with yourself and as you make a turn to leave, you feel your muscles move and speak: Can I come in?

But his body acts before you do and already makes way, not a comfortable enough space, for you.

This is, albeit, not the first time you’ve seen Oikawa in a different light but the moments are few and rare, it doesn’t take more than one hand to count them all.

The first time is in an awfully shitty, dim and almost orange-ish light. Maybe it’s yellow, you don’t recall well but the plaster on the walls make it seem like those pumpkins. It’s a mundane night, not one to stand out, the nearest liquor shop further away than the nearest bar and god, you really need that drink and it’s late at night.

And the first thing you have see upon stepping in, has to be a badly disguised Oikawa. Body language enough can tell he’s trying his very good to blend in, sitting in the far back but as always, he somehow radiates. The looks of many on his crunched shadowed figure, looking so strange to the man he often is in the day time.

And you make no noise as you enter. No bell on the door, no bartender to greet you as you get inside, everyone too busy dwelling in their self to even glance your way yet as if in script, like you’ve practiced this many times before, he looks up, his face unclear of emotion.

You sit by the bar and opt to ignore him.

The second time, doesn’t quite go like this. Not the third, the fourth and the nth…

Next thing you know, Oikawa Tooru provides to be an amazing drinking buddy.

He doesn’t participate in the drinking bit that often but he’s respectful of your resigned silence and you of his. There lays mutual respect for whatever it is you’re both in.

Those nights don’t start off bad so often but you never know, not really. But the endings start to get… calmer, neutral, you can feel yourself numbing to the feeling but your burden lightened.

It’s those nights that you forget how Oikawa is like in the day time, how the two of you are like. You decide, you like this Oikawa more, he feels different, his silence comes different. Even the way he still has everyone in the room’s atention on him, many at bay to be at his feet on a single command, mesmerized by his sole presence and still it’s not like how it is when the sun is up. The self stuck up behavior you’re so used to seeing is gone, no cocky smiles, no pride in his eyes, the glint is his eyes now empty.

It feels alien.

Yet you feel closer to this version of him, even if it doesn’t exist often.

Hearing the keys jiggling against one another, you’re back again. No doubt you dozed off, not even for just a minute this time.

More like time paused and a film going through your eyes as if you’re watching a show, seeing a flashback scene to clear things out.

Oh how you wish that’s how it was; easy.

But reality is cruel and things are barely clear. So you have to blindly swim in the dirty water or like a fish writhe in a poodle, desperate for some water.

Standing at the entrance, you wait.

He comes back soon after, clothes changed, a glass of water in his hand, head slightly titled and walks to the couch.

So you follow.

It doesn’t feel as foreign to be alone with him under proper lights, on a nice couch that smells nice. But considering how they are both places strangers to you, it’s no surprise.

Water left untouched, Oikawa’s gaze is on you but neither makes a move. Not a single car passes by, no sound can be heard from outside, it’s too quiet, compared to the places you’ve been at the same as him. It feels eerie.

Making your own noise sounds better in your head, so you focus on your breathing, on his, the tapping of your fingers against your leg, the shuffling of his shirt at his every move…

“Listen…” you take a breath. “I didn’t mean to, you know, barge in.” Breathe out. “I don’t… don’t even know how I got here frankly and-“

“You don’t have to apologize.” Jerk, you think, who said anything about an apology?

“I had to come here wth you once, I guess you weren’t as black out as I assumed that night.”

What you meant to say long forgotten, you find yourself on alert. “How come?”

“I drove you to your place?” It sounds more like a question, to check if you remember.

“Why would you do that?” your words, your voice sound foreign to you, a tone you haven’t heard in too long.

He just shrugs in a “why wouldn’t I?” way.

Your fingers intervened, eyes somewhere on the edge of the glass, you go back to the silence moments ago. It doesn’t feel as quiet now, as sound filled the air once, as your thoughts start to get loud in unspeakable manner, words in a language that never existed.

He seems as lost, not as deep in as you maybe, but still lost, just better at concealing with a smile.

“So what brings you here?”

You hear but do not grasp, it sounds too far away. Ears and throat filled, lungs numb and limbs cold, every sound is behind a veil, except for the beating of your hear echoing in your ears, in a last attempt, the pressure driving you mad.

“Hey.” He reaches again, this time placing a hand on your shoulder, barely touching but enough to pull you out. Just like feeling the sun on your skin for the first time in a long while, eyes sting and your skin itches, the wind feels too cold and a shiver goes down. But your body relaxes, lungs still intact, the pressure disappearing with each beat.

“Are you okay?”

Head shaking and arms around you, you don’t register. It always felt like this, it always feels like this, drowning and gasping for air, desperate to hold on to something but everything slips away and in a final attempt, limbs grow tired, your body exhausted.

“I didn’t want to be alone tonight.” You don’t hear yourself say.

The weight on the couch shifts. “Do you want some water?” you barely hear him say.

There’s no taste of salt to dry your insides, feeling refreshed for the first time in a while, you can open your eyes without a much trouble.

tags: @celosiiaa​ @ywanfen​

[cheezritsu]

Atsumu Miya || Unravelling

[Uhn•rav•uhl] verb, informal. to take apart; undo; destroy

Warnings: implied sex, mentions of sex, quick depiction of self harming behaviors (not explicit.) Inspired by SZA’s Supermodel

It must be considered deviant and demonic how the constant the thud thud THUD! Rings out with an even pace in the hallway of Tokyo’s finest apartment complexes. If it weren’t for the fact that calling the police would no doubt result in a press field day none of the residents of Park Mansion Akasaka wanted, someone would have filed a noise complaint. It’s a shame they did not—perhaps there might be a certain clout that comes with exposing MSBY setter Miya Atsumu’s intimate life, but it would also have saved time, money, and tears in the long run.

But, the residents of the 9th floor could not see into the future. They were instead, attempting to mind their business and not be bothered by Miya trying to make back beats by fucking someone into a mattress.

That little comparison was Osamu’s first scathing critique, until he froze completely. The disgust melted into horror as he turned his head to his companion.

“Hey-,” he starts, but as he catches the expression, the words dry up.

Yes, it would have been nicer—no, merciful—if the residents of the 9th floor had called the police when this happened, if only to spare you from witnessing it yourself.

Your hands get so clammy, the plastic bag in your hand nearly slips out. You catch yourself before the beer bottles can shatter on the marble floor that costs more than your entire block. It’s an easy clean up, but it would probably be very sticky, and disastrous, you think. Almost as disastrous as—

It starts up again, rhythmic and constant like an orchestrated performance. You and Osamu are mere steps outside the apartment, and you can hear the manic, frayed screams coming from the walls. It sounds like they’re in pain; just the way Atsumu likes it.

“Y/N,” Osamu tries once again to get your attention. The pity in his voice is unmistakable, and you hate that of all the emotions the usually stoic twin shows you, this is the one he’s chosen. Pity. Sympathy.

“Guess that’s why he didn’t pick up the phone,” you remark casually, refusing to look Osamu in the eye. “I’ll just leave it by his door with a note.”

Osamu says your name, this time with a firm edge that demands attention. You don’t give it to him. You’re too busy trying not to actively throw the takeout and beer you bought out of your measly paycheck to help your friend (attachment, entanglement, dick appointment, are all better words than friend) feel better after a crushing defeat at the hands of the Saitama Spears. (Crushing, like his hands must be around her neck for the moans to sound so strangled.) No matter, you say to yourself, hands shaking as you send him a text. Something cute and sweet with a properly sickening amount of heart emojis, like any good (not quite) girlfriend would do. Whatever it takes.

Ignoring how the click of your heels mesh with the steady thrum of Atsumu’s two thousand yen headboard against his 100 million yen walls, you march back the exact way you came; down the white, sterile hallway and passed the doors that housed the rest of the 9th floor, who would, unknowingly, pay for the mistake of not asking the shameless Atsumu Miya to please, please keep his fucking at a tolerable volume. Fame and infamy come with perks, one supposes, but they also come with karma.

You’re not thinking of revenge, though. You’re wondering how you’ll make it to the elevator without completely coming apart at the seams. Something in you unravels, much like it might if Atsumu were playing you like the fool you were; perfectly manicured setter hands curling, scratching, plucking at all the right places. No, this unravelling is much slower, much more painful, as if the single thread that creates your existence is being snipped in half. When you push the call button for the elevator, you think the thread is severed completely, because you have to lean your head on the cold steel to steady yourself.

Osamu’s approaching footsteps really only register in the very depths of your mind. The heavy breathing doesn’t really sound like yours—how could it be anyways, when you were miles away from your body, floating in the ether like a ghost; forgotten, discarded, alone. Untethered.

You lift your head up only to bang it against the wall. The soft thud is reminiscent of the moment that just transpired, and you—subconsciously, like you were possessed—start bashing your forehead to the same piledriver waltz Atsumu had played.

“Y/N!” Pity. Bang! Worry. Bang! Sympathy. Bang! Could you crush your skull this way? The mystery woman’s screams tangle in your brain like an earworm, the salacious sounds on repeat. Bang!

When Osamu’s hand lands on your shoulders, it feels like he’s tethered your soul back into your body. You wrench yourself out of his grip.

“Don’t!-” you begin to scream, but you catch the look he gives you. His grey-brown eyes are wet with concern, darting between the growing red spot on your forehead to the watery snarl on your lips. You take a shuddering breath to keep the hysteria from bubbling into your tone. “Don’t touch me. I’m fine.”

Osamu doesn’t even raise an eyebrow in pretence. His mask of neutrality and sarcasm is completely gone, replaced with anger. “You were banging your head into the wall like a patient in a psych ward.”

“That’s unnecessarily stereotypical, Osamu. I thought you were better than that.”

Crossed arms. He’s seconds away from blowing his lid. “Yer not funny.”

You wonder what would happen if Osamu blanked on you in here. Would these good-for-nothing neighbors actually call the police then? What a headline: Miya twins apprehended in two separate noise complaints. Kita would probably stop sending Osamu rice out of embarrassment.

You don’t want to fight Osamu anyways. It’s not his fault that the bearer of his face is fucking another girl as you speak.

The elevator dings, and you step inside. It’s fortunately empty. Osamu stands right next to you, hovering like an overprotective parent. The chrome doors of the elevator slide shut and you’re face to face with your own reflection: hollow, sunken eyes the most expensive concealer can’t fix; posture hunched from years of slaving over work and school; nails short and busted from part time jobs that barely pay the bills. Nails that have been raked down the chiseled, marble back of a man who didn’t belong to you, and never did.

Her nails were probably nicer. Probably manicured. Maybe he paid for it. You can’t even see your nails anymore, because your head is in your hands, shielding your ugly cries from Osamu, who bears the face of the man who doesn’t love you.

“I should have just taken the fucking hint,” you sniffle, wiping the running eyeliner from the corner of your eye. “Shoulda left him alone.”

Osamu just hums. You wished it was anyone else but him. Osamu isn’t bad at a lot of things, but comfort was one of them. He just stares vacantly at the doors, a grimace replacing his usual thin lipped look, but other than that he appears unbothered.

And then, like he’s reading condolences off a list, he says: “I’m sorry.”

The words in their sincerity sound foreign on his tongue. With one big sniff you pull the thread keeping you together tightly, gathering yourself. “What’re you apologising for? You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Sorry my brother is a complete piece of shit.”

“Well, we both knew that, didn’t we.”

Osamu can’t place what he dislikes about that phrase, but the elevator interrupts his thought process. The doors open to reveal one of the security guards eying you two up and down. His eyes narrow for a moment on Osamu’s face, and then dip down to yours.

“There a problem here, Miya-san?”

On any other day he might have pulled a fast one on this guard, but you promptly walk out of the elevator, leaving Osamu to follow your lead wordlessly. The world outside the Park Mansion Akasaka is still turning, still bustling with people catching trains home from work, their patent leather shoes from office jobs clicking on the sidewalk to a rhythm you can’t match. The thud of the salarymen’s briefcases hitting their legs echo like the headboard off Atsumu’s walls. It’s everywhere, everywhere, and your insides churn sickeningly.

You stop, one hand leaning against the glass. Osamu catches up, hands halting just before they reach your back. “Stop running away from me, name,” he says softly, exasperated. “I’m trying to help.”

“How long.”

Osamu blinks. “What?”

You’re nearly doubled over with nausea, your free hand pressed flat against your chest to keep your lungs compressing. “How long has he been with her?”

“I don’t know.”

“I swear to god, if you’re lying to me-“

“(Name) I would never do that to you.”

The promise doesn’t reassure you. Osamu runs a hand through his hair. “Look, I know this is a lot to take in right now. And I’m not going to say anything—“

“Like what?” You look at him over your shoulder, eyes squinted in malice. “Like I told you so?”

Your insolence is wearing out Osamu’s sliver of empathy. You’re unbearable like this, you know that, and Osamu is less tolerable than most. “Your words, not mine.”

“Your brother is cheating on me.”

“You’re not together.”

“There it is!” You let your head fall back in rumbling, humorless laughter. “I was waiting for that.”

“I don’t want to be a dick right now.”

“Too late, ‘Samu.” You haul yourself up, buttoning the front of your coat. “Go home, work on your winter menu. I’ll be fine.”

The statement is met with rightful skepticism, but when you start to walk away, Osamu doesn’t follow. You can’t decide whether or not this hurts, because the all encompassing pain finally registers to the rest of your body. You try to numb yourself, dissociating as every step towards home becomes a blur. Akasaka’s beautiful lights and towers fade into lesser Tokyo’s decrepit neighborhoods, with sketchy alleys and dimly lit streets. Your apartment complex is a shoebox to Atsumu’s tower residence, and it feels just as claustrophobic when you step into your crowded, tiny apartment.

It’s nicer than what your friends can afford, but that doesn’t make it any better. Your couch is also your bed, and your desk faces the window even though you can’t properly study this way. The kitchen is perpetually clean because you can’t cook anything in it. You’re sure the fridge is empty, but it’s fine, because you simply peel off your clothing and curl into a ball on your bed.

It’s not even late. You have work and assignments to do, but as you check the time on your phone, you’re immediately taken to your camera roll, where a picture from several days ago stares back at you mockingly.

It’s from his bathroom, the one that has a television screen by the bathtub, the one with hotel lighting that makes you look glowy and ethereal no matter what. You’re half dressed, in the middle of putting on your morning skincare when Atsumu comes up behind you, arms around your waist. Your face is obscured, but you remember how happy and loved you felt to have his lips pressed against your temple, the heat of his body in your side. How surrounded and safe and warm you felt.

But moments are as fleeting and fragile as glass. The illusion has been shattered, and you’re left in a cocoon of blankets nowhere near as satisfactory as his body heat, in a dark and dingy apartment you will probably stay in for the rest of your life.

Just as you’re about to set your alarm for the morning, a notification pops up. The sparkles around his name indicate that Atsumu has finally, finally texted you back.

✨T’sumu✨: sorry I missed you babe I was not in a good place

✨T’sumu✨: you got work tmrrw? You always know how to cheer me up

It’s as if your heart has been snatched out of your rib cage; your chest hollows and collapses as a sob hiccups in your throat. Something wet slides across your temple. It’s not Atsumu’s lips, not even close. You wipe the tears with the back of your hand, and throw your phone across the room.

It shatters.

[timeguardiansarchive]

Rescued from the Depths:

@makesownluck​​ continued from X 

(Please don’t kill me for taking creative license with this or the fact that I continued it. I will also apologize heavily for Rose. She got super carried away. Hope the reply makes some miniscule amount of sense. There is absolutely never any pressure to match length or anything!)

Pure pandemonium had erupted upon the once leisure-filled decks and Rose, feeling more observer than participant in it, found herself clinging to Jack as tightly as she dared. Her exhaustion riddled orbs fixate on witnessing an emotional father bidding adieu to his bawling, petrified daughters. He had adorned himself with a brave face and spun a silvery tale in parting. While she was only being vaguely attentive in her eavesdropping, his words lodge in her cranium. “It’s goodbye for a little while,” the man professes. Nevertheless, she could see the truth laid bare in his eyes. With that thought, remained the knowledge of the conversation she had held with Mr. Andrews about the number of lifeboats the Titanic housed. Mr. Andrews’s words wage war on her already dismal dwellings. “There aren’t enough lifeboats even by half.” If what he claimed was true, and she had little doubt that it was having done the math herself and checked it by Mr. Andrews, her mind raced through countless more calculations until panic begins to inspire her to protest the offered spot on one of the lifeboats. This night would end with many innocent lives being lost. 

Whatever insistence she made was quickly overridden by the adamant and unrelenting persuasions of Jack and Cal. They had made an arrangement. Or at least Hockley claimed, that he had one with a ship’s officer to escape safely. Why he would offer such salvation to Jack, she is uncertain. Doubtful, she observes them both but allows herself to be ushered into the waiting lifeboat. She turns her back to the ocean and finds Jack’s outstretched hand, clutching his fingers with all her might willing him to come. Why couldn’t he just forget chivalry and join her? Why did he have to be as valiant and selfless as he had been the moment they first met?!

All too soon, the warmth of his contact is wrenched away, and she is pushed towards the back of the tiny wooden vessel to make room for more. Eerie traces of dimly illuminated indigo waters etched and ebbed across the side of the massive, struggling ‘Ship of Dreams.’ Oh, how that bestowed title torments her in that very moment. It was no longer a palace of celestial imaginings. It was a full-blown nightmare straight from the pit of hell!

While Rose was outwardly skillful in concealing her terror, it continued to bubble up inside of her chest. The force of which, battered heavily against her ribcages as her gaze shoots upwards, seeking, till they find Jack. He and Cal have a deal. She kept reminding herself. However, if they had a deal with an officer on the other side of the ship, why would they remain so stagnant in nearly the same place she had taken her leave of them? Conscience whispers, there is no deal. Is there? There is no grand reunion coming later on. Was there?! This was going to be their final goodbyes. The longer she ruminates upon these thoughts the more the internalized panic began to claw its way to the surface.

In the glow of the lone bursting flare, Rose could see the intolerable grief etched upon Jack’s handsome countenance. With that glimpse alone, she realizes, she can’t do this! She can’t abandon him now!!! She loves him more dearly, more ardently than her own life. She pictures where this road to supposed salvation will lead and it is the same hideous path she’d been set upon with Cal. A road that led her to near self-destruction.

She rallies courage around herself like a cloak, rises to her feet and she lunges quite forcefully forwards across the lifeboat to make the biggest leap of faith she can muster. However, sheer will alone does not propel her far enough towards her end-goal. Whilst her arms were outstretched and the ship had been briefly in reach, Rose finds herself plunging helplessly into the glassy indigo waters below.

There is little Rose can do to prepare herself or brace for the pending harsh impact. It’s all happening far too fast for actual cognition to fully ignite.

The connection with the frigid water below is punishing, forcing her to let out a terrible gasp. Following that gasp comes an influx of salted water that burns down every inch of her esophagus. Choking, she scrambles to suck in another breath of air, but the effort is futile. This inhale is also tainted with water. Lungs heave out a final ratty cough expelling as much as she could before she’s pulled below.

Rose begins to kick furiously, her legs tangling precariously with her skirts. She desperately grapples with her cold-numbed hands, clawing for the surface. Yet, she finds herself being dragged farther downwards. Weighted as if her pockets, correction- Cal’s pockets, were lined with bricks rather than luxurious fabrics. With every second, the adorned articles of clothing seem to be growing heavier and heavier as the water absorbs into the once dry material. It does not occur to her panicking mind to shrug the dress-jacket off. Instead, her focus remains on getting back to the surface despite her rapidly waning energy.

Rose had desperately wished for this horrific fate. Not more than a night or so ago, she had stood on the Titanic’s stern. She peered into churning waters that beckoned with the promises of eternal liberation and prepared herself to take the readily offered exit. That alluring promise had been nothing more than a mere mirage which, Jack Dawson helped to expose. He rescued her and gave her life purpose again!!!  

Jack had also been right about the water feeling like ‘a thousand knives all over one’s body.’ The chill is suffocating, snatching the breath straight out of one’s lungs. Something Rose was now experiencing with terrifying, miserable clarity thanks to the miscalculation.  

The auburn-haired young woman is jarred from thoughts of her own death by a sudden forceful tug that propels her upwards till she resurfaces. A powerful arm coils around her middle and draws her nearer. Sputtering out water, Rose turns her alarmed orbs towards the source. There is an immediate, grateful softening  to the cerulean hues as she discovers Jack beside her in the water. Hoarse vocal cords rasp out, “J...J...Jack? Wh...wh... what are y... y... you doing ... he... here? Y... you we....were safe! You ha....had... had that deal. Did ... didn’t y... you?” Rose prods, with great effort. Guilt adds to the crimson stains stealing across her porcelain skin. It was her fault that he ended up in the water!

She shivers fiercely against the night’s unforgiving chill as it winds through sopping curls and weaves itself into the drenched fabrics surrounding her slender frame. Rose allows herself to be drawn closer to Jack’s sturdier build knowing full well that she can hardly rely on her own strength anymore. Stiff fingers clumsily attempt to curl around his deeply saturated shirt until the wooden lifeboat begins to gain on them.

It took a good deal of effort on the ladies behalves to hoist both bitterly cold  unintentional swimmers to ‘relative’ safety. Rose stiffly pauses near the ledge of the wooden raft and clumsily attempts to help with Jack’s rescue until the indomitable force she recognized as Molly Brown slung a blanket over her shoulders and ushered her towards an empty space away from the edges. “Well ain’t you two a sight for sore eyes,” Molly exclaims, in a purely materialized way. “Sure glad we made room for you. Thought we nearly lost you both.” She confides, taking up a seat near-by.

The air is torturous, hardly tolerable against her already numb skin. Every subtle strike of a breeze feels more like a slap than a caress. Rose allows her violently quivering limbs to be maneuvered closer to the familiar comfort of Jack’s. Gnashing teeth attempt to emit a strained sound of words, “God, I’m ... I’m s.... sorry, Jack. I... I couldn’t...  I... I cou... couldn’t ... leave you.“ She confides, her tired eyes flooding with hot tears.  The contrast between the tears and the cold was uncomfortably significant though, Rose actively elects to ignore it in favor of Jack’s comforting words.

Cerulean orbs linger, fixating on drinking in every inch of Jack’s beloved countenance. Her own tired mind is dogged with unrelenting doubts that are compounded by the soundtrack of horrific screams, calls for lost loved ones, and the sound of twisting and groaning metal. She briefly pries her gaze away to examine the endless horizons but she could discern no warm lights from responding vessels.

Internally, Rose did not relish boarding another ship of any kind. Still, she is far too keenly aware that they are thousands of miles off their intended destination and that if they did not receive help soon, the disastrous fate of the others, would also become their own.

Rose knew that if she let herself focus on any more of the sufferings playing out all around them, she might drown in something more deadly than the depths of the North Atlantic. Shifting her attention, she whispers in question, “th... thi... think we’ll ev ... ever see New York?” Right now, the thought of dry land itself felt like a pipedream, a fleeting, hopeless imagining. An imagining that was infinitely safer than reflecting on the fact that many of the people she had brushed shoulders with, locked eyes with, shared a laugh or smile with, or even saw milling around the various decks, would never reach the final destination. Was it selfish of her to want to fixate on something sanguine than death? Perhaps. But Rose was beyond the point of caring.

There is something about Jack’s claims that bids her to believe, dares her to dream, that this nightmare would cease with the awakening of dawn's first light. His words offer a salve to her troubled soul and she melts into it as eagerly as she does his proffered embrace.  

“You...you’re.... you’re shivering.” Rose blandly states, pointing out the obvious when her attention returns fully to Jack. She instinctively moves to shuffle more of the drier parts of her damp blankets around him and she nestles tighter against his side. While she didn’t have much warmth to share, she would gift him what she could. Feeling a renewed sense of gratitude for Jack, she breathes, “you ... you could have le... left me behind...” There is no chastisement in the shallows of her syllables but rather curiosity and relief. If he had left her, she would have surely died without his intervention but his health wouldn’t have been potentially jeopardized. 

[an-annyeoing-writer]

vampire!Xiumin x Reader: feeding habits.

Wordcount: 1 989

For @banaani-mins! It didn’t exactly go as the prompt said, but hope you enjoy nonetheless lmao

It was the sound of knocking to your door that woke you up from the nap.

You moved slowly; your limbs were a tad sore and you felt like you’ll fall back asleep if you don’t get a coffee ASAP. Although you knew it won’t work for long; you’ve been exhausted these days, but it’s not like you could help it. It’s alright, you can pull through, you’ll finish the college and then find a stable job and you won’t have to sell your health off anymore. 

You glanced at the clock hanging on the wall and panicked instantly, and when the knocking echoed again, you shot up, running to the door, almost losing balance in the hallway, but getting there and opening the door quickly.

“Sorry, sorry! I was taking a nap and lost track of time” you explained yourself, before the man standing in front of you could even say anything.

Minseok tilted his head to the side, smiling politely.

“It’s alright” he announced calmly and you let out a sigh.

Even though the deal between the two of you was completely business-like at first, you found yourselves getting closer to each other as the time passed. Relationships like these often created friendships, if both parts were willing, of course; in the world where vampires lived among humans, there was nothing weird in it anymore. Although the deal wasn’t exactly legal, it was the most convenient for vampires, and for you – a college student – it was an easy way to get money to pay your tuition and rent a small flat.

“You don’t look too good today” Minseok spoke, once you invited him in. You only shrugged, as if there was nothing weird in it.

“I just didn’t sleep much lately. And doing groceries is a hassle” you murmured. “Want something to drink?” you asked, peeking into the kitchen; vampires could still eat or drink normal things, which made it only easier for them to accommodate.

“Well, yeah, I pretty much came here for that” he answered, amused, at which you only facepalmed, amazed with your own stupidity. “Your bedroom?”

“Yeah, make yourself at home, I’ll only grab some coffee.”

A few minutes later, coming into your room, you felt a bit better; even though you felt that the coffee you drank would make your body shake soon, especially with the smaller amount of blood in your veins. You learned to make the coffee weaker, but today you really didn’t feel well.

But then, you knew that if he noticed, he’d make it a big deal.

“What’s wrong?”

It was obvious you wouldn’t be able to hide much from him, though.

He sat on your bed, playing with your plushie; he had a habit of placing it on his stomach first thing after sitting there. For some reason, once you became more casual with each other, Minseok took a huge liking in your flat and the lifestyle, always asking you about your studies or what you were doing in your free time. It’s as if it was oriental thing for him, in a way – and it was, a vampire’s life was quite different, it was focused on different things, and his own apartment, as you came to find out not too long ago, was also way different than what people usually have. Despite the place being fairly spacious, his kitchen was small and unused, but scarily clean, as every other surface in the whole apartment.

You crossed your arms, using one of your hands to scratch your neck.

“I’m alright, just tired” you announced, sitting next to him. “How have you been these days?”

Minseok shrugged.

“Pretty busy, things were hectic at work.”

“You look tired.”

“I’ll be alright if I feed, it’s no big deal” he assured you.

“Go ahead then” you smiled, extending your hand in his direction. Minseok usually fed from your wrist, the same spot every time.

“You sure you can handle it?”

You nodded, using your other hand to rest your chin on, your elbow resting on your knee in a pose that could indicate boredom.

The man’s eyes didn’t leave yours, but you just let your eyelids drop, relaxing your muscles.

The pain you felt was plesantly familiar. It almost felt pleasant, your body experienced it so many times before that it didn’t bother you at all; you didn’t even flinch. 

Warmth spread all over your body. Even despite loosing blood, a vampire’s bite had that ultimate effect, and the comfort of apathy enveloped you, making the intrusiveness of the injury almost completely blank.

And then, you felt like you were flying.

* * * 

“.../n]. [F/n]!”

The sound of your name appeared somewhere far away, ripping through the darkness that surrounded you. But you pushed it away, easing yourself back into the sweet silence, as convenient as it was comfortable.

Something moved around you, pressing into your senses, waking up your numb limbs, pulling you out of this pleasurable state with more and more intensity, and you had no choice but to give in, a small sigh escaping your lips at the first indication that you, in fact, were not dead yet.

Your eyes fluttered open and the first thing you saw was Minseok’s face; a very, very worried face.

You gulped, staring back at him for a few painfully long moments.

And then you shut your eyes closed again.

Please, please, go away, yes, I lied to you, yes, I’m sorry, please, don’t be mad at m-

“[F/n].”

You breathed in shakily, and then forced your eyes open once more, your face – expressing the highest guilt as Minseok sighed deeply, shaking his head.

“You alright?”

You sat up; you were lying in your bed all along, you noted, and Minseok was sitting next to you, probably hovering above your unconscious frame until now, panicking his head off over the fact you fainted while feeding; it’s never happened before, he’d never took much enough from you to pass out, maybe feel dizzy for a few minutes, maybe needing a nap to recover, but it’d never been this bad.

He watched as you leaned against the cushions, breathing heavily. You still felt weak, and you didn’t even try to attempt to stand up. You didn’t really want to pass out again.

You slowly recovered. Being handed a bottle of water, you drank some of it, but it almost ended falling out of your grasp, that was when Minseok took it away and placed on the nightstand.

But once he assumed that you were in a relatively communicative shape, he cleared his throat and you glanced up, only to quickly look down again.

You messed up.

“You forgot my rules?”

You awkwardly scratched your arm, looking for a response for a few seconds, but no sensible words were there to assist you, and you pursed your lips, still avoiding the eye contact.

“I saw the marks” he spoke. “What am I supposed to do with you?”

Of course he saw. How long could you try to hide from him that you were selling your blood off to someone else, too? It only happened two times before; both were after the last time Minseok fed from you. But you just lost the small job your had, and feeding one vampire definitely didn’t provide you with enough money to live. 

But Minseok had his rules. You established that the day you started the deal: you were not to let anyone else bite you. It was sensible; vampires that fed off God knows whom, could carry a variety of diseases that went from one to another. Minseok didn’t want to catch anything, for the sake of other people he fed on; he always made sure everyone’s healthy.

“He was clean, I checked” you announced quietly. The fact that you did, in fact, go as far as to check the vampire, meant you weren’t as irresponsible as he thought at first. Or that, at the very least, you sincerely didn’t mean any harm to him or any other people he fed from. 

Minseok sighed yet again, and you’ve never wanted this badly to shrink into yourself.

“It’s not only about that, you know it.”

“Are you mad at me?” You finally raised your eyes.

“Yes.” You stared down again, wrapping arms around yourself. “But I’m also worried. And disappointed, that you didn’t tell me about it. Why did you do that? You can barely handle me alone, your blood isn’t an infinite source, you know?”

He tried to speak calmly, but his voice shook with emotions he tried to conceal. 

“I lost job” you said simply, and you were sure that it was enough to explain everything.

And it must have, because Minseok only let out yet another of his sighs, rubbing his eyes tiredly. You supposed he didn’t get as much blood as he needed – he probably panicked when you fainted. 

“Is that why you didn’t do the groceries?”

You nodded, defeated.

Minseok looked pretty done at this point; like a parent who just found out their kid spent last months hiding a sandwich under the bed, and said sandwich already started to grow life and convened its own government.

“Why didn’t you just tell me? I could have helped you out.”

You let out a dry laughter.

“I wouldn’t expect you to do that, Minseok. You don’t owe me anything.”

“I literally owe you your health.”

You reached to brush your hair with your fingers, bending your knees and leaning your chin on them.

“You already pay me enough” you said. “I’m thankful for that… You don’t owe me anything more.”

“You don’t understand, do you?”

His eyes bore through you, glistening with a red, dangerous hue for a brief moment before regaining their original color. 

“I can’t just stand here and watch you kill yourself as if your blood was all I care about. And even if it was, I need you alive and well to feed. So accept at least this. If it means I’ll have to go do your groceries or make payments to your college myself, I’ll do it, even though I’d rather just help you find a new job. So stop acting as if you don’t see that there’s something more than just mere business between the two of us. Because to me, it seems like a friendship.”

Your breath hitched at his words and you stared at him with your eyes wide. Although you’d known about it for a while before, there was still a string of doubt, something that didn’t allow you to put your full trust in him. 

“I’m sorry” your voice broke and you sniffled. The amount of emotion you felt at the moment started to flow out of you despite your exhaustion, and you wept quietly.

Minseok sighed, taking your wrist and gently pulling you into his chest. His arms wrapped themselves around your fragile frame, and he pet your head, as though you were a hurt animal, or a child that needed comfort. And for a few moments, none of you spoke, as he let you calm down, probably thinking himself what he wants to do with you.

“Shh, it’ll be alright” he whispered, finally pulling away and placing both hands on your shoulders. He’d never been the type to take any sort of offense lightly, and respect in a relationship was the most important thing to him. Yet, here he was, thoughtful and forgiving, easing you into a solution. “Just promise me to never do it again. And not lie to me. I’ll help you. But I need you to trust me, [F/n].”

Out of no other choice, you nodded.

Minseok smiled.

It was alright, you thought. The second chance you were given, would definitely help you out of your trouble. You’d become a better, stronger person, and your friendship would improve as well.

And maybe, one day, turn into something more.

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[notdeadjack]

Annual rec list 2018 edition

Multi-fandom reclist y’all!

Fandoms represented: 7

Part 1: Voltron: 37 fics Teen Wolf: 155 fics

Part 2: Boku no Hero Academia: 9 fics Yuri!!! on Ice: 3 fics Harry Potter: 2 fics Marvel: 23 fics Kingsman: 21 fics

250 fics, under the cut!

uuh, pay attention to the author’s tags for potential triggers. I highly recommend opening this in your browser and use the “find in page” feature to skip to the fandom/ships relevant to your interests.

if this shows up on your dash and the “read more” isn’t working, I am so sorry.

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Voltron

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/13575843     What comes through the bond by sedna_mode    5k, gen, 

Pidge gets her period. The boys feel echoes of it 

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/12045429    Change of Plans by kitausu    26k, Lance/Shiro, AU, 

When Shiro is left at the alter, he decides to go on his honeymoon alone. Enter Lance, the man Shiro had hired to take him and his would-be bride on a month long tour of Europe.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/13892394     Strike a Match by BossToaster (ChaoticReactions)    5k, Shiro & Lance, 

Shiro realizes why his head hurts, and Lance is faced with the reality of responsibility. Based on art by Littlecofeiart.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/12282321    Signals by epiproctan    40k, Lance/Shiro, Shiro/Keith, Lance/Shiro/Keith, sex pollen, friends with benefits, pining, STDs,

Space is infinite, and varied, and the possibilities that exist in it are numerous. Despite knowing this, Shiro never imagined that he’d find himself the host of alien bacteria that makes him frequently and unbearably horny. That’s exactly where he ends up though, which is unfortunate for a number of reasons discussed herein, but namely because emotions are messy, and so is biology, and so is war. But maybe somewhere between words like, “It’s just sex,” and, “You’re like a brother to me,” three people can find love. And the mission that ruins Shiro’s life might just be the one that saves him, too.

(Or, Shiro fucks up, fucks Lance, and fucks Keith over. And things are never the same again.)

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/13864146    it's all about the team by clairelutra (exosolarmoon)    1k, Lance/Shiro, pre-slash, 

Lance, Shiro, and an escape from formal execution. All in the day of the universe's legendary defenders, right?

It was only halfway there that he realized that he didn't have a clue how to hand Shiro the key when the key was most definitely not in his hand and he had no way of discreetly getting it there. He couldn't exactly hand Shiro the key with his mouth.

Lance wasn't very good at forethought today, was he.

He kept paddling even as his extremities went numb at the realization, his mind silently, helplessly reeling as Shiro approached like oncoming doom.

Wait, he thought when he was a mere five feet away from Shiro. Mouth.

Lance had a mouth. Shiro also had a mouth.

There actually was a way he could hand Shiro the key, it just didn't involve hands.

...This was going to be awkward as fuck.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/12234321    As The Flower Blooms by aestivali    7k, Lance/Shiro, sex pollen, bottom shiro, 

While undertaking a mission on an alien planet, Lance and Shiro encounter some troublesome flora - and need each other's help to ride out the effects. 

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/14948963    The Last Blues by Atalto    3k, Lance/Shiro, h/c, 

He’s left with Red, with Lance, who invited him in with an uncertain, almost nervous smile, who rambled unconsciously all the way from entrance to cockpit, who sat him down with a small bowl of rehydrated food goo and a cup of milk that he promised was pasteurised.

Shiro thinks he needs space after coming back, but the truth is far from that. In fact, all he wants is contact after being alone for years, which Lance is happy to oblige.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/14701146    Never Better by avoidingavoidance    3k, Lance/Shiro, 

After a hard battle, Lance comes to comfort Shiro, and both of them end up being more honest with each other than they'd intended.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/13874268    Listen by SuccubustyKisses    43k, Lance/Shiro, clones, 

When you can’t hear what you’re told to, you find another way to hear it. Or: Lance can’t stop thinking about what Shiro was trying to tell him, and as a result he makes a life changing decision. 

Preview: “Shiro!” Lance wakes up with a scream, sitting up in his bed. His hand is held in front of him as his chest heaves. Curling his fingers into a fist he pulls his hand down in front of his face, fighting back the frustration bubbling in his chest. “God damn it, Shiro.”

Knowing he’s not going to get back to sleep Lance stands up, stretching his arms up high above his head. With a yawn he settles back down and slips his feet into his slippers, one red lion and one blue. With a sigh of resignation he opens his door and shuffles quietly into the hallway. His feet lead the way as his mind struggles to leave his dream and catch up. Before he can realize it he’s standing in front of Red, hands fisted at his sides.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/12816384    Circle by starbear (panda_hiiro)    13k, Lance/Shiro, 

(Shiro POV) A routine exploration mission goes awry, and leaves Lance and Shiro with an inexplicable connection to each other. In attempting to untangle the new bond between them, they draw closer to each other, but is that actually a good thing?

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/14485782    do you got plans tonight? by kalakauuas    5k, Lance/Shiro, AU, 

Lance doesn’t know this guy, but he knows that being stood up is no fun, so. He takes matters into his own hands.

(and maybe holds Shiro’s while he’s at it.)

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alternate title: just according to keikaku* *keikaku means plan

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/13784256    Little Talk by sxofstardust    1k, Lance/Shiro, pining, 

    “Hey, uh… are you okay?” Came the dreaded question, the grimace to follow upon hearing it being completely against his will, and poorly did he conceal it with an aversion of his gaze. “Whoa, okay, I’ll take that as a no…” A pause, followed by the sound of shuffling which tempted Shiro to look and see just what exactly the other was doing. “… Do you… wanna talk about it?” Lance sounded far too enthusiastic in the offer.

    With a hesitant look tossed the boy’s way, Shiro could practically see the hopeful gleam in his eyes, bright and blinding. Lance appeared ready to leap into action, as though he had something to prove, though what exactly that was, Shiro hadn’t the faintest. Still, the offer had been presented to him, and though words of dismissal had been on the tip of his tongue, the elder found himself hesitating.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/14308173    Relax by robotjellyfish    1k, Lance/Shiro, massage,

Lance's hands are like magic on Shiro's tense shoulders

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/15035519    Sit Next To Me by BossToaster (ChaoticReactions)    12k, multi, innuendo, massage, scars, flowercrowns,  fluff, 

A series of fills for Shiro Ship Week 2018

Day 1 - Flowers (Sheith) inspired by this art by Gitwrecked Day 3 - Stars (Shunk) Day 7 - Scars (Shance)

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/14961512    I Want to be There for You by DeathByStorm    1k, Lance/Shiro, 

“You've been avoiding me,” Shiro said. “Did you want to talk about it?"

"No," Lance said. He rested his chin on his arm and looked resolutely out across the dead water hoping Shiro would take the hint and leave.

"I guess I'll just sit here and enjoy the sunset with you then," Shiro said. He leaned on the same rock that Lance was sitting against and crossed his ankles. Lance narrowed his eyes and nope, Shiro was definitely ignoring the fact that he wanted to be left alone right now.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/15233076    Ignorance is Bliss by DeathByStorm    4k, Lance/Shiro, 

Or four times Lance pined after Shiro, and the one time Shiro noticed and did something about it. 

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/15274980    A Visible Soul by fenfyre (Jace)    24k, Lance/Shiro, monsters and mana AU, praise kink, virgin!Shiro, 

There was no doubt in Pike's mind: He'd leave the others again as soon as possible. All the more reason to have some fun with the handsome paladin.    

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/14832060    Coming Through The Noise by BossToaster (ChaoticReactions)    28k, gen, truth serum, PTSD, fluff, 

Shiro is in the habit of keeping things to himself. He's always been private, and he prefers to keep his thoughts to himself unless there's a reason to share.

He doesn't get that option anymore.

Or: Shiro got hit with truth spell magic and he might drop dead of embarrassment

Also Or: 5 times Shiro told the truth (because magic made him do it)

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/14756066     On Camera by kitausu    11k, Hunk/Keith, AU, cam boy, praise kink, fluff, 

Keith wasn’t exactly the traditional camboy but It wasn’t like Hunk had any experience with this sort of thing. Mostly, he was hard and his normal tricks just weren’t doing it and he was making dumb decision entirely navigated by his dick (like handing his credit card number off to a camboy website in the first place).

Otherwise known as the heith camboy au no one asked for but I’ve been talking about for 600 years.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/15604098    Per Aspera by fenfyre (Jace)    10k, Lance/Shiro(/Shiro), praise kink, angst, astral threesome, 

Lance wasn't sure when it had started, couldn't pinpoint an exact date, but if he had to try, he'd say it was sometime after him and Shiro had connected through that psychic link during a battle.

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When Lance and Shiro take a quiet moment in the Black Lion the strange visions Lance has been having get a little out of control.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/15420975   lead us into battle and i'll lead you in a dance by ghiblitears   3k, Lance/Shiro, pining, 

Two aliens have eyes for Lance at a diplomatic party. Shiro intervenes.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/16698706    take a trip to your dark side by Hymn    6k, Lance/Shiro, rough sex, 

It's just one of those days, sometimes.

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Shiro narrowed his eyes, leaning back. “Don’t push me, Lance.”

“Oh?” Lance raised his eyebrows mockingly. He stepped closer, put out one hand and poked Shiro in the chest with it, hard enough to be not only rude, but annoying, a deliberate physical taunt to go with the verbal. “And if I do, Shiro? What are you going to do? You want to have a bad day, fine. But then I’m going to treat you just like the rest of us, I’m going to push, and I’m going to needle, and I’m going to tell you that you can’t just be a dick ‘cause you’re not feeling like --”

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/16518809    The curl of your lips in the centre of eclipse by thatsformetoknow    1k, Lance/Shiro, touch starved Shiro, 

Kissing Lance hadn’t been on his morning schedule when he’d woken up today, but somehow here he was; on Lance’s bed, with Lance in his lap, Lance all over him everywhere and Shiro really for the life of him couldn’t bring himself to push Lance away, didn’t want to at all.

Because god, he had one hand in his hair and one hand cupping his face, gently brushing over his skin and tilting his head upwards and it was all Shiro could manage to part his lips when Lance licked at them.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/14930270   hold on tight by Hymn    5k, Lance/Shiro, pwp, establish relationship, sleepy ex, bottom shiro,

“‘m too tired to do anything,” Shiro warned, not quite certain he actually meant it.

“You can just sleep,” Lance said, voice muffled by his shirt. “I don’t mind. I missed you, dude. I missed cuddles, and like, your smell, and the feel of having you in my arms, y’know?”

Shiro wasn’t too tired to smile, at least, his heart picking up the pace, stomach fluttering with butterflies. “Yeah?”

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/17046572    FootWork by AshesTheTerrible    7k, Lance/Shiro, clubbing, rough sex, 

Shiro wasn't the same person he used to be. He used to be wild and young and free. Maybe those parts of himself had been lost along the way.

But for one night, he's determined to reclaim them. Lance is hardheaded and obnoxious and he's everything that makes Shiro want to give into those more primal urges again.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/16811572    easier to lose by quiddative    42k, Lance/Shiro, AU, hockey, 

"It's easier to lose than to win." - Wayne Gretzky

Shiro is at the peak of his NHL career. Unfortunately, being famous has its downsides, particularly when it comes to dating. And that’s on top of the fact that he’s still in the closet.

However, a chance meeting with college student Lance, who seems to be the only person in the entire city who doesn’t know who he is, gives him hope that maybe he won’t die alone after all. Just as long as he can keep his identity a secret.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/16910493/chapters/39728568   Goodbye by SpicyJam, chapter 1: kidge - dirty grind     1k, Pidge/Keith, sparring, dry humping, 

request:

i know you just pointed out that we’re all v thirsty for the sweet kidge content and you’re so right.. short drabble prompt: some good old fashioned ‘accidental’ grinding during a sparring session kidge?

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/14279403    Behind the Mask by Hannaadi88    4k, Lance/Shiro, aliens made them do it, master/pet, undercover, 

Accompanying Shiro to a shady meeting with the leader of the Malachim Shechoreem (or the 'Space Mafia', as he liked to call them), Lance poses as the Black Paladin's pet to add to Shiro's credibility among those who own them.

And while Lance certainly looks the part, neither of them expected him to actually have to play it.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/14480427    Old School by chashuu    8k, Blaytz/Lance/Shiro, smut, 

When they found Blaytz in an old cryo-pod, hidden away on a planet they’d fought so hard to liberate from Zarkon’s Empire, even Allura didn’t realize exactly who he was at first. The man was a legend, and honestly, an all around amazing guy. That being said, Lance would learn very quickly that the lessons the original Blue Paladin had to teach really were the best thing that ever happened to him.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/16378742     the importance of being idle by wajjs    15k, Lance/Shiro, future fic, 

It's been years since the war has ended and Lance just keeps running away.   

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/10024043    Gunna Go Far, Kid by BossToaster (ChaoticReactions)    3k, gen, de-aged!Shiro, 

Shiro finds himself in the body of a six year old. Again.

He's not any more happy about it.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/11621454    Brace for Impact by shyfoxes    15k, Lance/Shiro, AU, fight club, 

"Not to be rude, my guy,” Lance said, “but you’re wrong. You are worth it. I’m going to prove it to you.”

“By doing what exactly?” Shiro asked, exasperated. “Standing outside Galra Tech with a sign? Spray-painting Zarkon’s car? There’s nothing you can do, Lance.”

Lance held his chin up. “What if I fight you?”

Shiro blinked, jaw dropping. “What?”

“What if I fight you? What if I fight everyone on that list to get to you?” Lance exclaimed. “If I win, you come with me. If I lose - I’ll leave you alone, forever.”

Or, underground fighter Shiro finally learns how to hope again from a persistent guy named Lance.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/13817205   Full Moons and the Mornings After by Impetus    6k, Lance/Shiro, AU, fluff, 

Lance really needs to stop letting stray wolves into his apartment.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/14910051    honey and seawater by your bed by lacking    2k, Lance/Shiro, nightmares, 

Lance’s head whips up, his shoulders rolling back as his spine straightens, standing at attention like he’s a fresh-faced cadet snapping off a salute to Iverson for the first time. Pidge and Hunk share a look, eyebrows raised with their lips pressed flat, amused or bewildered by Lance’s reaction, but Shiro makes a sound, metal knuckles pressed against the curve of his mouth, ducking his head as Lance sputters and asks the alien to repeat himself.

“You probably shouldn’t get your hopes up,” Hunk says, stage-whispering behind his hand as their escort leads them out of the citadel. “We don’t know what their definition of a beach is.”

-

Lance reflects on his changing relationship with Shiro, understanding both a little more and a lot less than he realizes.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/13791507   from your heart by godsensei    2k, Lance/Shiro, injury, 

“If you pull this off, Lance,” Shiro says, moving his hand so Hunk can begin applying bandage pressure to the wound, “I’ll make out with you.”

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/12089259    You're All That I Want by saecchii   6k, Lance/Shiro, abo, beta/omega, pining, 

Lance doesn't think Betas deserve to be with anyone but Betas. Why would an Alpha or an Omega want him? Surprise, an Omega does want him and he won't let some stupid Earth culture stop him.

Ft. Omega!Shiro & Beta!Lance

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/12773484   light up the sky by scriveyner (trismegistus)   27k, Lance/Shiro, abo, omega!shiro, pining, 

There was no reason for him to be so upset. Lance let out a groan and buried his head in his arms, ears gone pink. So Shiro had a crush on Allura, so did Lance. Big deal. So Shiro liked to almost inappropriately touch Keith and be overly familiar toward him like they were boyfriends or something, so what? Maybe they were just really close friends. Or maybe Lance was trying too hard to buy into his own delusions and was just going to end up majorly disappointed. Lance groaned again, louder now, and then lifted his head and squinted out at the water.

Had it only been a week he’d been mooning over Shiro?

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Teen Wolf

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/4880440      Not Quite Lost (Not Quite Found) by alocalband     25k, Stiles/Derek, h/c, bed sharing, fluff,

A year after the nogitsune is defeated, Derek is living a quiet life in the mountains above a small town in Colorado.

Then Stiles shows up.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/4064446     Windows by dr_girlfriend     83k, Stiles/Derek, AU, disability, slow burn, 

Derek has a new neighbor who won't stop looking.

Excerpt:

“You’re blind,” Derek said flatly, the anger draining from him so suddenly he felt almost woozy. His vision cleared, his claws sliding back into blunt fingernails.

“Thanks for the memo, genius,” the kid said acidly. “I can still fucking defend myself, so don’t take another damn step.”

“Fuck, I...I’m sorry,” Derek stuttered.

“What?!” The kid’s brow crinkled. “I mean — what?! You’re fucking sorry!?” His lips thinned into a harsh line. “What, is this some kinda Hallmark movie where you’re discovering the error of your ways because you don’t want to rob a blind person?! That’s fucking condescending, man. I’ll have you know that —”

“Just, wait.” Derek interrupted what was apparently the start of a convincing argument as to why he should rob the kid after all, feeling his head start to spin. “This is — it’s a misunderstanding. I’m — I’m not robbing you. You’re — you’re safe, okay? I’m taking three steps back. Just — just let me explain.”

“Explain why you came busting into my apartment? Yeah, go right ahead, man, I can’t wait to hear this epic tale.”

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/2552132     Love Thy Neighbour by cywscross    22k, Peter/Stiles, canon-AU, fluff, 

In which Stiles is an emancipated minor, and – after Peter Hale comes back from the dead – gains a zombie werewolf for a neighbour.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/2209359     All's Fair in Love and Videogames by taylorpotato     22k, Peter/Stiles, cybersex, light BDSM, daddy kink, 

Neither of them is aware of it, but Peter and Stiles play the same MMORPG. After Stiles moves away from Beacon Hills and goes to college, he and Peter start raiding together by accident. 

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/1058001     (Fake) Winter Weather Brings Us Together by Rawren (Zimothy)    10k, Stiles/Derek, 

So naked cuddling with Derek while suffering from hypothermia wasn't really on Stiles' to-do list for the week, but neither was that kiss--so who was Stiles to complain?

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/7515700     Stiles Stilinski, Boyfriend Extraordinaire by MereLoup    14k, Stiles/Derek, AU, fluff and crack, 

“Beacon County Sheriff's Department, this is deputy Mahealani speaking.”

“Oh thank god!”

“Stiles?”

“I, uh, I need some advice.”

“Advice?”

“Yeah. So, hypothetically, say you met your boyfriend’s mother and sister for the first time ever. Completely by accident. In the grocery store. And they convinced you to help them make a dinner to surprise aforementioned boyfriend when he got home after work. What would you do?”

Danny paused, and then, “Stiles, you don’t have a boyfriend.”

“That’s not the point! And I said hypothetically.”

“Stiles...what are you doing right now?”

***

Stiles never imagined he’d be in Derek’s kitchen cooking a surprise dinner with Derek’s family while they waited for Derek to get home from work.

Partly because their visit was a complete surprise.

But mostly because Stiles didn’t have a boyfriend.

Or even know who Derek was.

But he’d already come this far and Papa didn’t raise no quitter!

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/1001802     Inertia by apocryphal    21k, Stiles/Derek, road trip, angst, fluff, 

The last thing Derek and Cora are expecting to find outside their motel room is a gaunt Stiles Stilinski, lacrosse bag on one shoulder and the weight of the world on the other.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/2297084     Seeing Wolves (Where There Are No Wolves) by MellytheHun    71k, Stiles/Derek, slow burn, therapy, pining, 

Or otherwise known as "Derek Goes to the Doctor," wherein Derek gets the therapy he so desperately needs and gets healthy. The clearer his head gets, the more room it seems to have for Stiles.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/5168423     The Socioeconomic Repercussions of Mutually Assured Destruction by alocalband    15k, Stiles/Derek, AU, high school, pining, obliviousness, 

"The trouble with having the kind of brain that likes to write essays on male circumcision for an Economics class, is that it also likes to turn PowerPoint presentations for Biology into odes on the perfection of notorious bad boy Derek Hale’s backside."

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/1071015     Just A Few Extra Benefits by heartsdesire456     13k, Stiles/Derek, friends with benefits, 

When Derek comes to Stiles with a confession that he has trust issues that make any sex life impossible, he offers Stiles a mutually beneficial proposal:

They are close friends who trust each other explicitly, therefore, they can have sex with each other and take care of both his intimacy issues and Stiles's 'virginity' issue all in one no-strings-attached deal.

Derek and Stiles are comfortable with their arrangement... It's everybody else that is waiting for their friendship to be damaged beyond repair.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/1913811     The Time Traveler’s Prerogative by weathervaanes     9k, Stiles/Derek, de-aging, fluff, 

After the events of "117", Derek doesn't magically transform back into his twenty-five-year-old body. Instead, he's stuck as a sixteen-year-old for an unknown amount of time. So the pack has to learn to deal with it.

-0-

Stiles looks down at his hands and considers it. “If we could time travel, like my dad said,” he starts, “if you could find Derek in my dad's office wrapped up in my dad's coat with his face all full of ash not even able to look his sister in the eye, and you could be there for him, and not leave him alone, and not let him take the fall for everything Kate did to him, would you?”

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/949047     Silver Only Shines in the Moonlight (And I Rise With My Red Hair) by yourguardianangel    26k, Stiles/Derek, vampirism, bloodplay, 

Stiles died alone.

He didn’t honestly know what he had been expecting; he had made it a habit to hang out with (and occasionally fight) bloodthirsty supernatural creatures of the night, and that had become a more frequent occurrence after all of that Darach business a while back. As the warmth of his blood seeped steadily through his fingers and onto the cold, filthy floor, he realized that no one was coming, that no one would be there in time. Stiles couldn’t help the single whimper of utter helplessness. --- Stiles becomes a member of the rapidly growing Beacon Hills supernatural population, to his own disgust, and along the way he finds out a thing or two about himself and the people he cares about most.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/1818415     How I Met My Werebunny by Moku    19k, Stiles/Derek, pranks, fluff, 

“This is going to end in tears,” Scott told Derek while he watched the man easily lifting Stiles’ desk up with one hand and driving nails into the ceiling with the thumb of the other. “Probably mine.”

Or:

When a Stiles and a Failwolf love each other very much, they’ll engage in a prank war. Basically, it's a mating ritual for dorks in love.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/640428     Delicate by livthelion    27k, Stiles/Derek, 

It’s been two days and Derek has apparently overcome his aversion to making himself comfortable in Stiles’ room. “Derek, that’s my shirt.”

“Yes.” He gives Stiles a look, your point?

Stiles grinds his teeth. “Why are you wearing my shirt?”

“I ran out of clean ones.”

Obviously.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/1267789     Relationship Status: It's complicated by kellifer_fic     4k, Stiles/Derek, fake relationship, 

Okay, I know this is a huge stretch for you, but can you please pretend you're like, into me?  

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/631410     Truth or Dare by violentcrumbles    8k, Stiles/Derek, curse, 

Derek can't tell the truth. At all. It's funny until it isn't.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/5180441    Hide Your Lies by planiforidjit    11k, Stiles/Derek, 

Derek and Stiles have been secretly together this whole time!   

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/4020778    Untamed by rosepetals42    28k, Stiles/Derek, AU, harry potter, 

Of course, the transfer kid gets mentioned because transfers are rare, but the news isn’t that exciting. In fact, according to Laura, no one even seems to know his first name. The only thing anyone has really figured out about him is that he’s American. And that’s not exactly hard because he obviously has an accent.

The only thing Derek really knows is that, despite other reports, he seems quiet enough, prefers to work alone, and has the most amazing shade of amber eyes that Derek has ever seen.

Not that he’s looking. Obviously.

OR: A Harry Potter AU where Stiles is a Slytherin transfer student and Derek is the grumpy Gryffindor who falls in love with him.

There are also potions, elves, and falcons involved. Oh, and illegal use of magic. Obviously.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/1695293    The Werewolf Who Built his House of Brick by Ionaonie    40k, Stiles/Derek, canon-AU, h/c, fluff, 

Now that Scott's human again, Derek isn't their problem any more.

So why can't Stiles stop thinking about him?

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/484359    That Secret They All Know by Salomonderiel    20k, Stiles/Derek, fluff, 

Somewhere, somehow, along the line, Stiles went from being the human sidekick of his stupid beta, to someone he gives lifts to when there's torrential rain, to being the one who sleeps beside him on the couch.

And god help him, but, for some reason he REALLY can't figure out - he doesn't seem to be doing much to stop this from happening.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/2796392    Agent Halewinkle and the Stilinski Cheer Initiative by WhoNatural    6k, Stiles/Derek, AU, fluff, pining,   

PROMPT: Derek is an elf sent to the "mortal world" to bring Christmas spirit back into the Stilinski family and accidentally falls in love with Stiles

He’s a senior Agent of Cheer, decorated numerous times by the Candy Cane Council for his work in bringing joy to the many jovially-challenged families during the jolly season. His attention to detail has been heralded as ‘heartwarming’, ‘inspiring’ and ‘hella swell’ by several respected trade publications.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/1787755     Running Towards You by SnowshadowAO3     31k, Stiles/Derek, PTSD, recovery, fluff, 

“It’s 2 A.M.,” Derek says. “What are you doing here?” Stiles turns to him with raised eyebrows. “We haven’t finished Harry Potter,” he says, as if it’s obvious, and Derek just stares at him. “I mean, if you don’t want to know what happens with Fluffy and the dragon, fine. But I personally think that the plot only gets better from here."

In which Derek and Stiles are both broken, but it takes a few paperback novels for them to realize that it makes them fit together just right.

A post-3B Canon Divergence, based on comment that said someone needs to sit Derek down on a couch and read him a nice book.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/613366     A Christmas Hale by Captain_Loki     14k, Stiles/Derek, fluff, 

His mouth began forming the word 'no' in a knee jerk reaction, but it died on his lips when he actually looked at Stiles. There was no pity in his face, no sense of moral obligation or charitable intent, he looked...earnest and nervous and so much the sixteen that he was. He realized with a jolt that had his stomach twisting into something that felt nothing like anger that Stiles wasn't asking for Derek's sake.

- The boys spend Christmas together. There's copious amounts of sarcasm, some sharing of emotions and somewhere along the lines feelings develop.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/4632642      "We're Not Dating!" by Glissa     16k, Stiles/Derek, frottage, 

There must be something in the water supply in Beacon Hills. That has to be the only explanation as to why everyone thinks they're dating.

Either that, or there's something Stiles and Derek don't know.

Or: 12 times the pack, and the pack by proxy, think Stiles and Derek are dating but they aren't, and the one time they actually are.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/2188908     Better Than Any Flame by alisvolatpropiis     4k, Stiles/Derek, beard kink, 

“You've got something on your face,” Derek says, clearing his throat, resisting the urge to reach up and touch the scraggly beard, to get his mouth on it.

Stiles rolls his eyes but he still leans forward to bump a shoulder against his in greeting. “This thing,” he says, petting it. “Scott and I had a bet to see who could grow a better beard.”

Derek doesn’t even glance over at Scott, who he already knows is clean-shaven; he just holds Stiles’ unnerving stare, trying to figure out the look in those big brown eyes. It's something like innocence, but it's way too knowing, too sure, to be sincere. It's classic Stiles, really. Derek raises one eyebrow at him and strokes his own, better beard, making a show of luxuriating in how full and soft it is. “And you lost so you had to keep yours,” he says finally, fighting a smile.

Stiles tosses his head back in wide-mouthed laughter, and goddammit, Derek wants to lick, wants to taste, wants to feel. Stiles walks past him on his way to the dining room, patting him roughly on the shoulder, winking again. “I missed you too, big guy.”

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/11168268     you’ve got me on pins and needles by jadore_hale    17k, Stiles/Derek, AU, obliviousness, 

“At any rate, I’m not here to steal from you. One of the biggest potentially most important moments in my life is coming up and I find myself in need of a custom tux.”

“A tuxedo?” Derek halted, then tried not to laugh as he gave the kid a good look up and down. “Biggest potentially most important moment of your life?”

Derek picked up the broom and started sweeping, shaking his head. “If you need something for your little costume party, kid, rent something from party city.”

-

Stiles Stilinski needs THE perfect suit and Derek Hale is just the tailor to make it for him. Only Derek doesn’t exactly know that Stiles is kind of a famous movie star…

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/1817704     Introduction to Zero-Sum Anthropology by apocryphal    20k, Stiles/Derek, fluff, snark, 

Stiles buys Derek a set of cooking spoons. Derek retaliates with lunch.

The war begins.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/2534624     Cuddle Therapy by alisvolatpropiis     3k, Stiles/Derek, cuddling, 

“Dude, did you know that Derek’s into dudes?” Scott asks the question as he shoves a folded piece of meat lover’s pizza in his mouth, last few words turning to mumbled mush.

Stiles tells himself that’s why he has to ask him to repeat it twice, even though Scott-talking-with-his-mouth-full is practically his second language, mastered when they were first graders, along with Scott-needs-to-use-his-puppy-eyes-now-because-words-are-hard-for-him-sometimes and Scott-talking-while-trying-to-pretend-he’s-not-having-an-asthma-attack (now a dead language thanks to the vigorous application of werewolfdom).

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/2356391     I Feel We're Close Enough by samann98    55k, Stiles/Derek, AU, high school, pining, friends with benefits, 

Derek's two friends share a look and even Boyd can’t muster up the strength to deal with his pathetic attempt at denial. “Come on now, Derek, seriously? We know about you and Stiles.”

“Yeah, we know you two are fuck buddies,” Erica adds with a smirk, and Derek buries his head in his hands.

“That’s not exactly the terminology I would use,” he murmurs, his whole face burning with embarrassment.

“How else would you describe having sex with your best friend who has no clue you’re in love with him?” Boyd asks, actually sounding curious about his answer.

Derek lifts his head, opens his mouth to reply, but only ends up making a few ridiculous noises that can’t pass for actual words. When Derek finally just throws his hands up in defeat, admitting, “Okay, fine, that’s exactly how you’d describe it,” Erica and Boyd shake their heads at him.

Or the one in which Derek and Stiles are childhood friends, their freshman year of high school Derek makes the craziest suggestion ever, and four years later Stiles decides to take him up on it.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/1701203    some kind of karmic-chi love thing by llassah    27k, Stiles/Derek, drugs, 

“Stiles, uh. You know I’m totally on your side? Like, I’ll never not be on your side, ever. But you know that weed’s kind of different for werewolves, right?”

Stiles mashes his face into Scott’s chest, tries to burrow down under the comforter. Scott sighs, pulls back and waits until Stiles is looking at him.

“I know. Just—don’t try and make me be the adult here,” he says, hates the plaintive tone his voice has taken on.

“He’s happy, Stiles. And I can’t believe you’d ever think I’d do that to you, buddy,” he says, ruffling Stiles's hair with a grin as Stiles slaps his hand away and hunkers down again, his ear against Scott’s chest, their feet tangled together.

- Derek Hale comes back to Beacon Hills stoned and happy. Stiles tries not to resent him for it, and mostly fails.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/1359397     For Love is Not Ours to Command by weathervaanes    18k, Stiles/Derek, fake relationship, 

Where Derek's skills at thinking on his feet mean that he and Stiles have to act. For the sake of Stiles' dad, of course, for the sake of the pack. No personal interest interference at all, whatsoever. Right.

-0-

“Why does my dad say that you and your boyfriend are a bad influence on me?”

“What?”

“Yeah, what boyfriend? Dude, you are not allowed to not tell me crap like this. You didn't think I'd like be a douchebag or something. Right?”

“No, wait, what? I have no boyfriend.”

“He says you were with him at the police station.”

Stiles blinks. “Uhm. Oh shit.”

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/682201    walk me down your broken line by geordielover     18k, Stiles/Derek, h/c, angst, fluff, 

The kissing. That’s important, very important. Not that the homicidal lycanthrope dragging him through dirt and fallen leaves isn’t important, but the kiss that follows? The path to this monumental push of lips on lips began even before this ill-fated venture to the Hale house.

The douchebag manhandling him through the forest, hand clamped tight around Stiles’s throat to keep him from screaming, is just a bonus.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/752428    Fireman Derek's Crazy Pie [Cheeseburger Baby] by owlpostagain    17k, Stiles/Derek, AU, fluff, obliviousness, 

“He can't blame me for the fact that I live in a building full of people united in the singular effort to ogle Hot Fireman as often as humanly possible."

Laura laughs, loud and echoing in the empty restaurant.

"Hot firemen can make a girl do crazy things," she agrees, nodding towards her brother's name on the menu. "Derek won't let me date anyone from his company, but that doesn't mean I can't appreciate the eye candy."

"Send them my way," Stiles suggests, finally loading up a forkful of pie. "Apparently I'm incompetent enough that I need to be babysat at all times, because it would be cheaper than dispatching a truck every time I try to use a kitchen appliance."

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/687704    The Morning When It's Clear by BarlowGirl    13k, Stiles/Derek, fluff, 

“She makes me have dinner with her and the Sheriff every week,” Derek admits. “She keeps saying I don’t eat well enough. Too much fast food, she says. I keep reminding her I’m a werewolf and then I get a lecture about cholesterol. That doesn’t even make sense.”

“Did you accidentally puppy-dog eye her?” Scott asks seriously.

“I – no? What the hell, no.” He levels a glare at Scott. “And dog jokes aren’t funny.”

Scott laughs. “You totally did. Oh my God. That’s priceless.”

Or: Derek feels, basically.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/5137046    It Can All But Break Your Heart by orbiting_saturn     7k, Stiles/Derek, 

Turns out, Derek can’t go anywhere without getting hit on.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/3362135     Ruin Me (Take Me Down) by xLostDreamsx    50k, Stiles/Derek, AU, underage, 

Driving his teachers and his Dad crazy with his incessant trouble making, Stiles reluctantly accepts young college student Derek Hale as his ‘babysitter’, his Dad misguidedly believing he will be a positive role model to help guide him back to the straight and narrow.

Unfortunately for the Sheriff, he isn’t quite aware that Derek isn’t quite as up-standing as he appears and at the hands of his smart, young, manipulative son with a head full of ideas, his rather weak moral codes soon crumble.

Or put simply, Derek gives in to Stiles and things get hot and heavy pretty fast.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/817564     the shortest distance between two points (is the line from me to you) by decideophobia    23k, Stiles/Derek, 

“You—I—” Stiles splutters for a second, scrutinizing Derek’s face. He huffs in frustration. “I take it all back. You haven’t changed at all, you’re still acting like a petulant ten-year-old who unleashes his bad mood on others. You know, all Unleash the Derek style.”

“‘Unleash the Derek’?” Derek asks, dubiously.

“Yeah,” Stiles nods, gazing out the window again. “You know, the thing where you dump your bad mood on others, pour your suffocating attitude over everyone around you, twist everything that is said to you into some sort of—insult or whatever. It’s what I used to call it back in high school.”

“Sometimes I get the feeling you were dropped on your head an awful lot as a child,” Derek says appraisingly, eyebrows furrowed.

Stiles snorts. “Yeah, right back at you.”

Derek’s lips quirk in amusement, he arches his eyebrows. “I was, actually. But unlike you I regained full health.”

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/622475     with metal on our tongues (we'll be dressed in rags) by Rena    18k, Stiles/Derek, AU, 

Double-oh agents are a piece of work; Stiles knew that before he became MI6's new quartermaster. It's cool, he survived Lydia in college, he can deal with stubborn, reckless, trigger-happy operatives. Derek Hale, though, is definitely trying to live up to his predecessor's legacy and make Stiles' life more difficult.

AKA the one where Derek is 007 and Stiles is Q and they bitch and angst their way to a Happy Ending. 

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/602627    Our Memories Are Numbered by rufflefeather    23k, Stiles/Derek, amnesia, dub-con, 

Stiles’ Jeep grinds to a halt, he sees someone running through the rain, he's not expecting it to be Derek. He's not expecting a Derek without any memories either, or an Alpha pack that's coming for all of them. He probably should've, because lately nothing goes the way he expects.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/4639482    'Till You Make It by standinginanicedress    46k, Stiles/Derek, soulmates, pining, fake relationship, 

“I'm saying – let's fake it.”

Derek blinks at him. Hard. Stiles never knew that someone could physically make a blink look hard, but there Derek goes, slamming his lids together like he's fucking exercising them. “Fake it.”

“Pretend, dumbass,” he backhands Derek lightly on his upper arm. “Pretend like we're doing as well as our parents want us to and then they'll be off our backs, right?”

“We don't have to pretend anything, Stiles,” Derek says evenly, in a tone that suggests he'd much rather be yelling. “We're literallysoulmates.”

“That's the beauty of it! It's going to be so fucking easy. I can't believe we never thought of this before,” he runs his hands through his hair and shakes his head in amazement, grinning from ear to ear. “Holy shit. I can't believe I just solved all our problems for us, man.”

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/1166542     Anything You Can Do by Rosada    1k, Stiles/Derek, pre-slash, body swap, 

Based on a prompt by Tumblr user prettiestcaptain: Pissing off a witch is officially on the pack’s no-no list. After Derek and Stiles get their bodies swapped, Stiles decides to explore the werewolf body he is now occupying. Derek is not thrilled at all about it and Scott is having the time of his life.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/2259114     Three Marks by sanam     113k, Stiles/Derek, AU, soulmates, slow burn, 

"And then there was pain again, but this time it was in only three places—his arm, below his clavicle, and next to his heart, all on the left side. It felt like the skin was being sliced apart, ripped open, flayed off— And suddenly it was done. Derek looked across the room and saw the boy on the floor, looking about as bad as Derek felt."

Derek and Stiles learn that bonding is probably best done with ridiculous amounts of video games and maybe a little bit of time.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/1016307     In My Arm by lurrel    3k, Stiles/Derek, amputation, 

Stiles has to cut off Derek's arm, and it's kind of handsy. An alternate storyline for Magic Bullet (1.04). 

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/13401471    Stay by Smowkie    18k, Stiles/Derek, 5+1, bed sharing, hypothermia, 

Stiles had just gotten off his fourth long shift in a row and was looking forward to going home to his bed. He had plans to spend the next day, his first day off in more than a week, in bed or on the couch with junk food and bad tv. When he approached his Jeep and saw Derek on the ground next to the passenger door he groaned but hurried over.

“Derek, what the fuck? What happened?”

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Or: another 5+1 bed sharing fic that nobody asked for.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/3968296     Paint My Spirit Gold by Red_City    84k, Stiles/Derek, AU, mythology, touch starved, temporary character death, 

There was a gift.

There was a curse.

There is a power in the house of Hale, given to the firstborn son of every generation - the ability to turn everything he touches to gold. Though the original intent of the power was thought of as a gift, in reality, it is a dreaded curse that causes the bearer a life of fear, isolation, and danger.

Thus, Prince Derek is born.

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[Excerpt from Chapter 22]

He didn’t think much of his hands, or any part of his body, really - but Stiles gaze had lingered enough to make Derek wonder what Stiles’ thought. Now, Stiles honey eyes were fixated on Derek’s hands, running over them like they were something precious rather than tools of death.

“Hmm.”

“What.”

“Nothing, I just - I thought they wouldn’t look like normal hands.”

“Why.”

“Because they’re magic,” Stiles said, looking up to meet Derek’s eyes.

“They’re not magic, they’re cursed,” Derek said, tucking his hands back into the sheet.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/13308726     The Quickest Way to a Man’s Heart (is Through His Bottomless Pit) by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)   54k, Stiles/Derek, AU, slow burn, shy!Derek, pining, 

Pulling open his apartment door, he let out an involuntary shout when something was quite literally thrust into his chest hard enough to have him almost tip backwards. He managed to right himself while keeping hold of what had been shoved at him and looked up in time to see his neighbour striding back towards his apartment.

“You’re going to fucking kill yourself.”

His door slammed.

Stiles blinked at the other man’s door, utterly confused, and looked down at what he was holding.

It was a plastic bag, full of what felt like tupperware, which made no sense to Stiles because when had his neighbour broken into his house to steal his tupperware?

(SNYE - January 11th - Neighbours)

THE SOFTEST hoy shit!

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/4975684     There's a howling that stays beneath my skin by LunaCanisLupus_22    32k, Stiles/Derek, slow burn, pining, 

Cora inclines her head pointedly and he realises he’s half perched on the deck chair, ready to leap up and fight at a moment's notice. Or run. He shrugs out of his dad’s jacket, folding it over the edge of the chair, and then crosses his arms.

He’s relaxed, okay? He took the jacket off. He’s plenty relaxed.

Or Derek's obligatory vacation fic in South America after he left Beacon Hills (for good?)

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/3131873     Hallowed Grounds by damnfancyscotch    109k, Stiles/Derek, AU, wolf!Derek, slow burn, 

Everything in Beacon Hills is the same when Stiles comes home from college.

Well, except for the fact that he's a published author now, Scott is halfway across the world with a travelling circus, Erica's epilepsy has been cured, her boss offers him a job too, and there's this weird black dog that seems to be following him around just to judge him.

Oh, and the murders, of course.

But other than that stuff... totally the same old BH.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/5821597    Days Like This by rlnerdgirl    18k, Stiles/Derek, slow burn, 

Returning to Beacon Hills is a big step for Derek. He's starting his own business, rebuilding his old family home, and enjoying the feeling of being home. When he runs into the Sheriff and finds himself invited to a Stilinski family dinner, it's not nearly as strange as he would have expected, and when Stiles starts becoming a regular part of his new life, it only feels natural.

“The first thing Derek notices is that Stiles is taller. The second is that he’s more filled out. This shouldn’t be a surprise. Not living in Beacon Hills doesn’t stop the machine of social media, and it’s not like he hasn’t seen pictures, but it’s different in person. Stiles, now Derek’s height, maybe an inch taller, still has the same wide smile and loose-limbness about him that he did when he was in high school. Between the height and the muscles though, this Stiles wouldn’t make anyone second guess that he played lacrosse. The only thing people would second guess about this Stiles is the fact that he was always on the bench.”

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/11669214     Framed by Nival_Vixen   65k, Stiles/Derek, action, accidental pack acquisition, 

Stiles' first day at the FBI was also going to be his last. That had to be some kind of record, surely?

...

On his first day at the FBI, Stiles discovers that Derek is wanted for mass murder. Stiles knows that Derek's innocent and is determined to find out who framed him. 

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/12971160     Fully Grown by thedaughterofkings    36k, Stiles/Derek, AU, soulmates, wolf!Derek, 

The pup smells of summer, of heat in the air, lightning in the sky.

No amount of growling sends him running; he just keeps standing there, staring. He's no threat though, smells of sparks but not of fire, no taste of ashes on the tongue.

Satisfied, he turns around, leaving the pup behind, ignoring the acid scent of anxiety and fear that suddenly fills the air.

~*~

Stumbling across a wolf in the preserve is not what Stiles expects when he goes for a run the last night before school starts again. But even if the wolf acts more intelligent than a mere animal, he can’t have anything to do with Stiles’ unusual soulmark, four vicious scratches down his forearm, can he?

And what is Kate Argent doing back in Beacon Hills for the first time since the Hale Fire?

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/4585491    Hunger of the Pine by utsu    48k, Stiles/Derek, slow burn, pining, 

Normal. A word with meaning akin to water, slipping right through his fingertips. Elusive in the long-term; a flickering understanding he accepts and loses track of in a passing moment.

Normal had never, ever seemed an applicable term to a life ridden with werewolves.

or: the one where the pack figures out that Derek and Stiles are in love before Derek and Stiles do.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/1820941    In the Early Morning Hours by acolonf6    13k, Stiles/Derek, bed sharing, pining, 

Stiles remembers sleep, remembers it well. Stiles and sleep are totally buds…or at least they used to be. Ever since everything with the nogitsune went down, sleeping just hasn’t been the same.

(Until Derek starts showing up)  

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/7312444      What You Wont by Spitshine    17k, Stiles/Derek, AU, Shakespeare, trans character, pining, 

Derek’s protests dried up in his throat as Laura’s eyes bled red, but he rolled his eyes and huffed out, “Fine,” knowing full well he was being childish and not caring. All the complaining she did about his taciturnity, and then cutting him off the one time it really mattered. Well, Laura could hardly blame him for the inevitable failure of his so-called marriage if she wouldn’t even let him talk long enough to tell her he had never once felt attraction to a woman.  

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/12408531    When You're Close I Feel the Sparks by Leslie_Knope    39k, Stiles/Derek, AU, high school, 

The guy is hot as hell, sure—leather jacket and glasses, Jesus, be still Stiles' poor, bisexual, beating heart—but more importantly, it must really suck being new on the first day of senior year.

“We’re adopting him,” he decides, tugging Scott and Kira by the elbow in that direction. “Let’s go.”

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/518799    Apparent Lack of Ceremony by Loz    3k, Scott/Stiles, first time, frottage, friends to lovers, bed sharing, 

Scott keeps climbing into Stiles' bed at night to cuddle. They don't talk about it in the morning.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/1110863     A Phenomenon When You Came Along by Loz     17k, Scott/Stiles, road trips, bed sharing, friends to lovers, 

Stiles and Scott embark on a road trip together. This isn't a metaphor (except for how it is.)

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“It’s okay, I’m good.”

“Yeah, you’re the best,” Scott replies automatically.

It’s one of their stock phrases, something they’ve said since childhood --- as natural to them as their ability to communicate through eyebrow-raises, their super-secret handshake and their unending loyalty to one another, but Stiles thought they’d retired it when they were fifteen, so he glances at Scott quickly.

“Sometimes I think we’ve forgotten how to be us and then you say something, or look at me a certain way, and it all comes back.”

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/484734    Came home, like a stone (fell heavy into your arms) by queerly_it_is    10k, Isaac/Scott, first time, friends to lovers, 

In the aftermath of Gerard's final attempt to bring down the pack; Isaac and Scott's friendship becomes something more, as they forge a new connection and learn to trust each other and themselves.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/2420705    Like real people do by queerly_it_is    15k, Scott/Stiles, pining, 

Stiles waits until Scott’s focused on the game, eyes narrowed and his tongue poking at the corner of his mouth, fingers tapping at the controller, before he says, “So I think we should kiss.”

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/1595759    Lost and found by holesinthesky    9k, Stiles/Derek, emotional hc, friends to lovers, sexual identity, 

"Most people look at Derek and assume he is having more sex than anyone else in the room."

In which Derek has the worst time, but then it gets better.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/2772911    When It Happens by matildajones    5k, Stiles/Derek, AU, high school, fluff, friends to lovers, 

Stiles turns his head and looks up at his friend. “Have you ever thought about it?” Derek asks. “What?” “Thought about us dating.”

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/13560063     Parallels by inatshej    21k, Stiles/Derek, AU, high school, pining, UST, light dom/sub, 

Stiles slowly pulls in a mouthful of curly fries, dumbly focused on the task. ''It's weirdly homoerotic how you do this,'' muses Derek, eyeing him. Stiles chokes and Derek's lips curl up into an almost smile. It's so easy to get the reaction he wants from Stiles. ''Yeah, it's disgusting, Stilinski,'' says Jackson, looking at the boy with distaste. Derek turns to him, letting his eyebrows rise. ''And who asked you, Whittemore?'' Jackson glances at him, surprised. ''I've just agreed with y-'' ''No one cares,'' Derek interrupts him. ''Fuck off.''

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/940345     And, And, And- by captainkoirk    8k, Scott/Stiles, bed sharing, friends to lovers, pining, 

Stiles likes to be sure of things, when he can be. It comes with the territory; growing up on the wrong side of gangly, complete with a late growth spurt and a nail-biting habit. Precocious as they come and constantly mistaken for being younger. An ex-prodigy child with a mean streak that grew up too fast because a broad vocabulary means hitting hard and getting your barbs hooked.

Stiles can do tunnel vision with the best of them, knows every Pre and Post iteration of himself, can pick at a moment and know his own inevitable shifting, from Mom's death to his first day of high school to his first brush with lycanthropy. And yet he can't pinpoint when Scott's leg pressed against his own changed from something he wouldn't even register to the sort of thing that twists in his gut and pulls the air from his lungs, because Scott's been his constant when the world won't stop spinning and Stiles wants off, and Stiles can't quantify any of it.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/3742582    the place that’s out of view by Loz    10k, Scott/Stiles, soul bond, 

“As far as I can ascertain it’s a proximity curse,” Deaton says, still leading Stiles away from Scott’s house, walking quickly enough it’s nearly a jog. “Your life-forces have been merged. As you come into contact, he weakens and you strengthen.”

“Is it temporary?” Stiles asks. He feels almost normal, now. Close to himself. Sick to his stomach, but not supercharged.

Deaton frowns. “I don’t know.”

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/468406     Let us Stray 'til Break of Day by Loz    55k, Stiles/Derek, emotional manipulation backfiring, snark, 

Derek decides the best way to get Scott to join his pack is to seduce Stiles first. Derek makes terrible decisions.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/489098     make the most of it by preromantics    12k, Stiles/Derek, sex swap, scent kink, 

In which some witches swap out some pretty important parts on Stiles for new ones, Stiles takes it in stride because things like this happen (right?), this is his life now, supernatural shit all over the place, but Derek definitely does not take in it stride. // Stiles can just roll with this, just like he rolled with werewolves existing and magic existing and various other way more gruesome things than suddenly having a vagina and some pretty, honestly spectacular breasts.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/554708    You let me push under your bones by ellievolia, morphosyntactic    10k, Stiles/Derek, girl!Derek, 

He’s not used to girls sleeping with him in his single bed.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/4154790     Wild Horses by thepsychicclam    78k, Stiles/Derek, AU, slow burn, permanent injury, scars, UST, past trauma, 

Derek's a drifter with no home, no destination, and no will to live. Stiles works on his family's failing cattle and horse ranch while all his friends are going off to college. When Derek falls asleep in a random barn, exhausted and half-starved, he doesn't expect to wake up on the other end of the sheriff's shotgun. And Stiles sure as hell doesn't expect his dad to invite the drifter in for breakfast.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/2366066     I Might Be A Fool by prettylittlementirosa    35k, Stiles/Derek, AU, 

The thing about Stiles, though, is that for him, turned on and angry are not mutually exclusive feelings. He may be painfully hard but that doesn’t mean he’s not also ready to strangle Derek for having the audacity to act like this is something that’s happening to him, not something that is almost entirely his fault. So when Derek let’s out what must be his hundredth long-suffering sigh, Stiles snaps.

(or the one that was supposed to be a GRΣΣK AU but is mostly just a study in the gratuitous and inconsistent use of punctuation)

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/12742563     Slow Hands by aussiebee    8k, Stiles/Derek, pining, hand kink, 

Derek is suddenly made aware of Stiles in an entirely new and uncomfortable way; specifically, his hands. His wide, strong, clever and dextrous hands.

Derek is kinda screwed.  

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/12258063     Throw Me to the Wolves by skoosiepants    13k, Stiles/Derek, h/c 

He feels the physical embodiment of devastated, his already too strung-out mind struggling to wall up all the hurt, the rejection—he takes a deep shuddering breath and looks down at the shredded skin on his arms, at the sluggish way they’re weakly healing.

There is nothing, nothing he wants more than to have Derek sweep in and make everything all better. He should have known, though, that something like that would never happen to him.

OR -

Stiles accidentally gets bitten, and everything goes to hell.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/11953764     Don't Feed the Wolves by Amazonia_8    30k, Stiles/Derek, canon-AU, feral!derek, 

Stiles took the dare, because what else was he supposed to do when the whole lacrosse team was chanting his name? Even though the werewolf pack had left Beacon Hills years ago, nobody was stupid enough to set foot on the Hale property.

Except, apparently, Stiles.

Now he's got a feral werewolf following him around town with the sole purpose of claiming Stiles as his own.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/12626415    We're caught in stone, you know we might not make it by LunaCanisLupus_22    29k, Stiles/Derek, AU, childhood friends, friends with benefits, 

He does this thing then, while Stiles is watching, rolls his left shoulder a little as if he’s adjusting the books in his arms and suddenly Stiles recognises him from the gesture.

“Oh my god,” he cries, dumping his books, bag and coffee into one big mess on the ground and rushing over to them at once.

Or the one where Derek and Stiles are childhood buddies who lost touch and reconnect by chance at college. Only they end up doing a lot more than just reconnecting.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/12689862    This Counts, Right? by we_are_the_story   2k, Stiles/Derek, AU, soulmates, 

Block-lettered versions of the first words your soulmate will say to you are outlined in black when you are born, or your soulmate is born, and are consequently filled in within a minute of the first meet.

Stiles doesn’t think, “You’re going down, 24,” can constitute as a friendly conversation, or a nice, normal beginning, but Stiles never really cared. And he got a lucky number out of it, so that should mean something, right? The only thing is that a number generally means a sport, and he and sports had always had a mutual hatred for one another. But Stiles would never let something as trivial as a disagreement get in the way of being a good friend, so when Scott joined the lacrosse team at school, Stiles did too, took 24 as his number and didn’t expect anything else.

But then it happened. And it was simultaneously worse and better than he could have ever expected.

Or: too many people are injured during a lacrosse game against their rival team and Stiles must step in, only to unexpectedly help ensure a win. Stiles still doesn’t really understand.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/11082210    Full Circle by kaistrex (weishen), klimt   19k, Stiles/Derek, canon-AU, kidnapping, 

Stiles wakes face to face with the muzzle of a black wolf and he does the only thing any sane person would do in such a situation: he screams.

A hand – a furry, claw-tipped but human-shaped hand – comes up to cover his mouth. He follows it with his eyes to a furry wrist disappearing into the sleeve of a leather jacket, up to broad shoulders and to the head of the wolf looming over him sprouting from the collar of a Henley.

A wolf. Wearing clothes.

Stiles sags backwards with relief. It’s okay. He’s just dreaming.

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All Stiles had wanted to do was warn a newly-returned-to-town Derek Hale that some unsavoury-looking men had put a target on his back. Instead, he gets kidnapped, turned into some sort of human-fox hybrid by a spell gone wrong and, oh yeah, werewolves are a thing.

This is all Scott’s fault.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/12888906    The Hardest Thing In This World by yodasyoyo    4k, Stiles/Derek, canon-AU, h/c, 

Stiles is not a wolf, but he has the heart of one.

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After the Hale fire Derek and Laura go to stay with the Stilinskis, and end up finding more there than they could ever have hoped for

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/13130385    When You Wish Upon a Nymph by KaliopeShipsIt    19k, Stiles/Derek, established relationship. accidental pregnancy, mpreg, 

Sheriff Stilinski rescues a nymph who wants to grant him a wish in exchange.

John accidentally wishes for a grandchild and chaos ensues.

A Derek!Mpreg as witnessed from John's POV.

Merry Christmas everyone :)

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/12278055    Never Letting Go by Captain_Loki   4k, Stiles/Derek, first time, bottom derek, 

Stiles is the first person that Derek has sex with since Kate. Derek is the first person that Stiles has sex with, ever. It happens during that summer researching the Alpha pack.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/2113620    What Good Are Rules (If You Can't Break Them) by wishingonalightningbolt   9k, Stiles/Derek, AU, friends with benefits,

Derek is trying to come up with something witty to say in return when he realizes that he’s smiling. He purposefully turns the corners of his mouth down into a dramatic frown. “Fuck you, Stilinski.”

“Wow, you have a way with words.”

-0-

In which Derek and Stiles engage in no-strings-attached sex. It works out about as well as you might imagine.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/7446664    The Dead of Night by nameloc_ar_115   19k, Stiles/Derek, AU, vampire!stiles, kidnapping, 

What's the point of being captured by deranged scientists who want to experiment on you if you have no one to share it with?

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/7064629    Devil Unicorns by CrazyJ    27k,Stilles/Derek, pining, 

“Stiles, Derek’s been gone for almost four months man, he’s not coming back,” Scott said gently, placing his hand on Stiles’ shoulder, knowing his friend needed the support. “If he was going to come back, don’t you think he would have by now?”

The room grew heavy as Scott’s question hung in the air, the truth of his words permeating everything but the thick defence Stiles put up anytime Derek was mentioned. To be honest, Scott didn’t understand it. He had liked the dude, appreciated his help more than he had considered him a friend, seen his value in the pack, but he wasn’t heartbroken that he had left. If he was being completely honest, it was easier now that he was gone, the dude was bad luck and things had been good since he and Braeden had disappeared.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/2798522    Hurt Me (to Heal Me) by SushiOwl    51k, Stiles/Derek, AU, BDSM, sub!Derek, 

Stiles likes his job, he does. It's just that his boss is an asshole. Stiles has been working for Hale and Associates for a while now, and he's learned to take Mr Hale's treatment of him with a grain of salt. They're coexisting, more or less. Stiles puts thought of his boss out of his head when he heads to a BDSM club called The Menagerie for the first time. It's a nice night, everything is going well, but everything changes when he sees his boss there.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/602124    Last Day on Earth by Saucery    3k, Stiles/Derek, first time, 

Stiles refuses to die a virgin.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/452969    We Should Become More Adventurous by skoosiepants    8k, Stiles/Derek, AU, 

Werewolves are the kind of horror you only find in books and movies and gay porn, so forgive him for being a little slow on the uptake. 

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/378434    he is and as he is by jaegermighty    1k, Stiles/Derek, 

First times and muffins. 

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/943047    my chest is a field full of landmines by Amber    5k, Stiles/Derek, masturbation, 

Derek Hale's emotional problems extend to his penis. Stiles plays therapist.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/11013228    At least the Road to Hell is paved, I'm not good with Stairways by lady emebalia (emebalia)   170k, Stiles/Derek, AU, BDSM, disability, 

When Derek signs up on a BDSM dating site, he expects things to be straight forward. Turns out the road ahead has more unexpected turns than he thought. But at least Stiles comes well equipped for twists and turns.

Definitely one of the best BDSM fics i’ve ever had the pleasure of reading. lady emebalia is a fantastic writer.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/5365487    Human is Just a Word by lady emebalia (emebalia)    173k, Stiles/Derek, AU, dub-con, biting kink, 

Getting claimed by a werewolf has so not been on Stiles' agenda for the night. But at least he can choose whose human pet he's going to be. That's a plus, right? 

only the first sex scene is dub-con (due to fuck-or-die/get raped by other character), the rest features enthusiastic consent. There is abuse and one non-con scene featuring two minor characters at the end of the fic tho.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/2330807   Pale Skin and Fragile Bone by fakinbrilliance    62k, Stiles/Derek, 

Stiles asks Derek to teach him self-defense. 

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/14996549    Thanks for Thumper, But I Prefer Cheeseburgers by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)    58k, Stiles/Derek, AU, Wolf!Derek, mates, 

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!”

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/12088854   Stained Glass Windows by KouriArashi    85k, Chris/Peter, AU, kid fic, slow build, 

Peter survives the fire and suddenly finds himself trying to raise children with only a vague notion of what he's doing, while trying to cope with his own grief and find his family's murderer. He ends up turning to Chris Argent for help, and nothing goes as expected.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/14334453    Five Times Stiles Fell Out of a Window and the One Time He Jumped by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)    14k, Stiles/Derek, 5+1, pining, 

“What are you doing?”

Stiles started so violently that his hands slipped. He was leaning out so far, and his balance had been relying on his hands so much that he just tumbled right out the window, rolling along the slanted roof and letting out a loud shout when he fell over the end.

He landed hard on his side, pain shooting up his shoulder and let out a very loud curse that his neighbours probably all heard. He rolled onto his back with a groan, clutching at his injured shoulder, and opened his previously closed eyes in time to see Derek standing on the roof, staring down at him with the eyebrows.

How was Derek’s entire language just eyebrows?

“What the hell?” Stiles demanded, sitting up and still holding his injured arm. “Where did you come from?”

“The door,” Derek informed him, giving him a look.  

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/13417734    The Not So Beauty to Your Not So Beast by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)   64k, Stiles/Derek, AU, royalty, modern, pining, 

“Mieczyslaw Stilinski?”

All eyes instantly turned to Stiles and he felt his stomach drop. They’d taken his dad. They’d actually taken his dad and were here to tell him so.

“Yeah?” he asked in a small voice, feeling ready to be sick.

The second he spoke, two of the four regular guards moved through the rows, the lead guard speaking.

“By order of his Grace Peter Hale, you have been selected to begin your employ under the royal house of Hale.”

Wait.

What?

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/13444578    Drive Me Crazy by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)    1k, Stiles/Derek, road trip, bickering, 

“Stop making that sound,” Derek snapped.

“What sound? There’s no sound.”

“That,” Derek insisted. “That sound!”

“What, me breathing?” Stiles shot back. “There’s no sound, Derek!”

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/11060220   This Isn't What I Wanted (but I can't keep my filthy fucking mouth shut) by LadySlytherin   26k, Stiles/Derek, 

Alt-S3A, wherein the alpha pack strikes at Derek shortly after taking Erica and Boyd. They kidnap Stiles and bite him, but Sparks aren’t made to be wolves. When the bite doesn’t take, Stiles’ self-preservation instinct makes a choice between dying and surviving at any cost. But the price paid is a steep one, and not something Stiles ever wanted for himself.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/6544285    Gambling Debts by lady emebalia (emebalia)   141k, Stiles/Derek, AU, BDSM, 

Stiles owns a casino, Peter has a gambling problem and Derek has to pay his uncle's debts. You know the setup, you know where this leads. Or maybe not …

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/13881453    Extraordinary by HyperLittleNori (Shiguresan)    109k, Stiles/Derek, AU, disability, 

An awkward encounter with a man of few words in the laundry room of Stiles's building sparks a chain of events that will change the way he sees the world forever. A little story about finding a place for oneself and someone to share that place with.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/13938150    in this twilight (i can't see shit) by Anniely    39k, Stiles/Derek, AU, 

About three things Stiles is sure:

First, the people in Beacon Hills are supernaturally gorgeous and he has no idea why he was allowed in. Second, if he hears 'mountain lion' one more time, he's going to do some serious maiming. And third, Derek Hale looks at him like he wants to eat him. And Stiles might just let him.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/14662854   Something Rotten by HappyJuicyfruit    78k, Stiles/Derek, drug use, prostitution, homelessness, past rape, 

Dammit, this was another reason he hated walking around a big city at night, he always managed to catch glimpses of the dark underbelly. He turned around, planning on going the long way home, but he froze when he heard the voice-

“Let me take you home,” a man said.

“That will cost you more. I get the money before we leave, and I take another hit at your place before we do anything.” Another man slurred.

That voice. It sounded like- Derek’s feet were moving him towards the men before he could think.

“Stiles?”

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/15631620    Dress Me Up In Stitches (Or, Five Times Stiles Got Hurt And Hid It, And One Time He Couldn't) by rockmusicplays   22k, Stiles/Derek, 5+1, injury, 

Stiles is determined to help the pack protect the town any way that he can. Derek and Scott keep trying to sideline him for his own safety, but Stiles isn't having it.

Even if it kills him.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/15503010    Waiting by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)    81k, Stiles/Derek, canon-AU, feral!Derek, possessive!Derek, 

Not wanting to think on it took much, Stiles took a step forward and passed his hand between the bars, moving the bleeding side closer to Derek’s mouth.

“Not too close, he bites.”

Stiles snatched his hand away just as Derek had been about to lick at it. The snarl he got in response was not comforting.

“He what?” Stiles asked nervously, turning to Deaton.

The man looked a little amused. “Don’t worry, only if he doesn’t like you.”

“Well, he probably hates me, now!” Stiles insisted, turning back to Derek.

He looked extremely displeased.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/670586    Cross My Soul by ecarian    31k, Stiles/Derek, 

Sometime around mid summer, during the intervening weeks of baseball camp and recovering from baseball camp and the latest Minecraft update, Jinx hops up the plastic step stool to their bed and says, “Derek’s daemon won’t talk to me.”

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/736142    Messy by blacktofade    1k, Lydia/Stiles, pegging, 

As soft as Stiles appears, he’s surprisingly firm beneath Lydia’s hands. 

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/758433    Be Sure by blacktofade    1k, Stiles/Derek, watersports, possessive behaviour, 

Stiles likes to think he’s an open-minded guy.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/15866892    Magical Encounters by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)    105k, Stiles/Derek, AU, phone sex operator, angst, stalking, 

“Shut up and talk to me.”

Spark laughed, and it made Derek’s muscles relax even more. God, even just his voice was enough to calm him down. Derek wished their relationship wasn’t what it was. He knew it could never be anything more, but he wished they’d met under different circumstances.

“Well, which is it? Shut up, or talk to you? Or did you need a little bit of relief?” Spark’s voice lowered and it shot straight to Derek’s groin. “Are you in need of some other services, Derek?”

“Don’t do that,” Derek snapped. He hadn’t meant for it to come out so hostile, but Spark didn’t often use that voice with him. His ‘service’ voice. The one he used to get people off. When Derek was having a normal day, he didn’t mind it so much, but today? No, today he felt it go straight to his dick and he did not want to do that to Spark. He didn’t.

He fucking didn’t!

“Sorry, sorry,” Spark said quickly. “Yeesh, it was a bad day, huh? Okay, no problem, let’s make you happy again. As happy as a grumpy motherfucker like you can be, anyway.”

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/15719427   I'm Lost In You by matildajones    13k, Stiles/Derek, AU, soulmates, coma, 

He knows he should move but a part of him still feels paralyzed. He has clear feelings of not being able to move his body, of not being able to even blink.

“Oh my god,” Stiles says, and he clambers to his feet, feeling dizzy. He easily finds a mirror in the room and then the most gorgeous eyes stare back at him. They’re a sea-green instead of the normal brown that he’s used to.

He’s looking at his soulmate.

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Stiles wakes up in his soulmate's body, on his twenty-second birthday, with blurry memories of the past year. Derek doesn't wake up at all.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/15869025    The Sun to Rise by andavs    7k, Stiles/Derek, AU, Alpha!Derek, Emissary!Stiles,

Stiles has an imaginary friend. He's kind of a dick.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/941881    You Always Make A Bloody Mess by Sweetsyren    5k, Stiles/Derek, h/c, scars, injury, 

Stiles is used to hiding his scars.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/515709    And You Say You're Alone by taelynhawker   30k, Stiles/Derek,injury, 

Between the kanima, the Argents, and Peter's untimely return from the dead, everything has fallen apart. Stiles and Derek try to put their lives back together once the crisis has passed. Stiles deals with the aftermath of being tortured, and the distance growing between he and Scott. Derek attempts to become a stronger alpha and keep his pack safe, and that includes Stiles.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/702099    Thunder, Steal the Wind by qthelights    10k, Stiles/Derek, forced proximity, h/c, injury, frottage, first time, 

Trapped in a thunderstorm with an unknown creature chasing them, Stiles and Derek find they need to trust each other to get through the night.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/648444    Under Pressure (Approximately 7lbs) by shlynn    2k, Stiles/Derek, injury, h/c, 

Stiles breaks his collarbone.

Well, Derek breaks Stiles' collarbone.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/562077    Say it Sweet by morganoconner     4k, Stiles/Derek, h/c, truth serum, 

"Wolfsbane." Derek grits his teeth. "Interrogation blend. Still in my system. It makes me talk."

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/614989    Never Cage A Rabid Wolf by tty9    49k, Stiles/Derek, AU, prison, prison appropriate warnings, 

Stiles is sent to prison, and gets assigned to a cell with-

“Hale?!” Scott gasped as his gaze followed Stiles’s. “You got Derek Hale?! Oh boy, man, good luck with that buddy, that guy is a psycho!” His voice had become worryingly high pitched. Stiles’s heart started thumping in his chest, and he swore it actually skipped a beat when Hale looked up at them, his eyes searing into Stiles’s who quickly dropped his head. His beef (or was it pork?) slop suddenly looked very interesting.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/925944    constant as a northern star by Hymn   6k, Stiles/Derek, smut, Derek discovers he loves to bottom

Derek stole a chicken wing from Stiles’ pile, said “You’re special," in a way that was probably meant to be a subtle jab at Stiles’ sanity but really just came out sounding like Derek was having emotions.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/1664021    I Can Kill You With My Mind by Snowjob    4k, Stiles/Derek, psychic bond, masturbation, 

Response to an open prompt on tumblr:

I need a fic—no, this fandom needs a fic—wait, THE WORLD NEEDS A FIC where magic!Stiles accidentally forms a telepathic bond with Derek while having sex with someone else.

He may or may not be having an orgasm at the time.

He also may or may not be picturing Derek while doing it. - Jerakeenc

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/1533503    Seeing Double. by doctorkaitlyn    62k, Stiles/Derek/Stuart Stilinski, AU, twincest, polyamory, 

Derek had always had a thing for libraries, even before he started working in one. There was nothing like the feeling of having all the knowledge in the world at his fingertips, nothing like the quiet serenity that only books could bring.

One day, that serenity was shattered by two young men, twins to be exact, sitting in the English Literature section and firing off rapid Polish at a completely inexcusable volume. Derek told them to be quiet, like he'd done to dozens of other students, and that should have been the end of it.

In reality, it was just the beginning.

or, that fic where Derek falls for both Stiles and Stuart (and the feeling is definitely mutual.)

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/899188    Riding the Lightning by Vendelin    23k, Stiles/Derek, AU, temporary amnesia, past torture, 

Stiles finds himself on the doorstep to his home in Beacon Hills, not remembering how he got here or why he’s barefoot. As it turns out, he was abducted a couple of weeks earlier from a college party and bears the same marks on his body as victims of a serial killer his dad just can’t seem to get a hold of. So there he is, with no memories of what happened, the last couple of weeks like a blank line in his mind and knowing all too well that he’s the best shot they have at catching this guy. As a key witness and in acute, assumed danger, he finds himself under surveillance 24/7 and more often than not, his dad’s best Deputy: Derek Hale, is sitting at his kitchen table.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/857035    Just a social construct by queerly_it_is    2k, Danny/Stiles, first time, 

"I really was kidding," Danny says. It'd be more of a put-down if it wasn't said against Stiles' mouth, if his hands weren't on Stiles' hips while Stiles just sort of twitches against the wall he's being pressed into.

He mumbles back, "I really wasn't," trying to get Danny to use more tongue. Stiles is maybe already a little addicted to Danny's tongue. It's a problem.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/850274    Bought the T-Shirt by the_deep_magic    6k, Stiles/Derek, first time, fuck-or-die, 

Stiles needs some help with a thing. (Post-ep for 3x03 "Fireflies")

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https://archiveofourown.org/series/34394    And Will Not Be Commanded series by whiskey_in_tea     13k, Stiles/Derek, Derek/Erica, 

He can’t decide if it was worse when Derek was with Erica, when he would touch her shoulder or hip with his fingertips and the perpetual frown of his forehead would smooth out, just for a single, tender second, or now, when his hands are always empty at his sides and Stiles is starting to feel compelled to offer himself to fill them.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/515616    You are the Moon by skoosiepants    10k, Stiles/Derek, AU, wolf!Derek, 

Stuff Stiles doesn’t like to deal with first thing: hot, moist dog breath in his face, a cuddly werewolf creepifying his perfectly normal morning wood with shades of bestiality, and his dad holding his service revolver up against the skull of his bedmate, never mind the fact that his bedmate could possibly be a vicious unhinged rogue omega.    

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/532552    You Taste Like Glitter by dizzzylu    1k, Danny/Stiles, first kiss, 

There was a time in Danny's life when he'd have sworn he had better things to do than sit in a club and check out the latest guy his ex is trying to hook up with. That is not the case tonight.

(written for the prompt: Danny sees Stiles at a gay bar and asks him to dance to make his ex jealous, only things get a little out of hand when he realizes Stiles is really into it and is not so straight as Danny thoughtat the Everybody Loves Danny Fanworks Fest)

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/546446    Hide Of A Life War by Etharei    26k, minor Stiles/Derek, BAMF!Stiles, hostage situation, injury, 

“We have received confirmation that there is a hostage situation in progress at a warehouse compound two hours out of Los Angeles, following a multiple-vehicle pileup on Highway 101 this morning...”

The one in which Stiles has lived to (legal) adulthood and, along the way, become a bit of a badass himself.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/2262240    A Desperate Arrangement by mikkimouse    115k, Stiles/Derek, AU, arranged marriage, 

"I'm sorry, I believe there's something wrong with my hearing," Stiles said. "Because I could have sworn you just told me you set up a betrothal agreement with the Hales. A betrothal agreement involving me. Me."

Scott smiled his easygoing smile and nodded, which told Stiles no, he hadn't misheard a damn thing.

After seven years of lengthy negotiations, the treaty between the Hales and the Argents has fallen apart and the two countries fell into war.

Months later, there's an uneasy truce, thanks to the intervention of King Scott McCall, but it won't last. In a desperate attempt to maintain the peace, the Hales sign a treaty with the McCalls to marry Prince Derek to Prince Stiles Stilinski, King Scott's brother.

In the history of the world, there have been many better ideas.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/1935087    my heart's been offline by thepsychicclam    58k, Stiles/Derek, AU, online dating, past drug use, 

31/M/New York. Rich, lays in bed all day, likes to read (aka Derek Hale, son of an Oscar winning actress, brother of one obnoxious reality star and one rebellious fashion designer, hates the paparazzi so much he's a recluse)

26/M/California. Boring office job, likes to read (aka Stiles Stilinski, co-owner of a 100 acre organic farm with his dad and two best friends, writer of obits for a newspaper, has absolutely no life)

Or, where Derek and Stiles meet online, and Stiles has no clue Derek's part of a famous family.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/754219    Alpha Complex by Hatteress (goddammitstacey)    3k, Stiles/Derek, smut, 

"Hold still," Stiles says, hand clamping down on the back of Derek's neck to keep him from turning and it's laughable, really – the thought that that would be enough to hold him. Except it is. Because Stiles' fingers are gripping the nape of Derek's neck, pressure sure and hard and Derek- Derek can't fucking breathe.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/8804740    Your Darkness Will Be Rewritten by Omni    11k, Stiles/Derek, AU, incubus!Stiles, 

Stiles is no guardian angel. In fact, as an incubus, he's pretty far from it. But still, it seems he's always there at the right place and the right time to be the protector that Derek didn't even know he needed.

(An alternate timeline where Stiles prevents the Hale fire, and returns to Beacon Hills years later when someone's performing three-fold ritualistic killings.)

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/11342160    Honey, Can't you See (The Bloodstains on my Teeth) by Loup_Aigre, TroubleIWant   44k, Stiles/Derek, canon AU, soulmates, angst, 

“Mr Stilinski.” Deaton’s usually impassive face betrays a hint of surprise today, maybe even disappointment. “You haven’t changed your mind.”

Stiles tips his chin up, smiling against his irritation. “Nope,” he confirms, so cheerily it bites. They had arranged this weeks ago, yet Deaton was apparently betting Stiles wouldn’t go through with it in the end. Fuck that. He doesn’t know what it’s like out there, not really. He can afford to hold himself aloof and uninvolved, knowing his druid power is enough to keep him safe in this little office. Stiles can’t. Scott’s pack has got to protect this whole town, and Stiles’ spark isn’t enough to protect all of them while they do it.

The thing is, magic isn’t like the fairy tales. It’s blood and risk and sacrifice. Nothing comes without a price, and anyone who tries to say different is baiting a hook to gut you on. Stiles knows that, has known it since he was a kid and his mother started training him for the inevitable day when he’d need to fight for his life.

That day had come four years ago when she died, and it hasn’t stopped yet.

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https://archiveofourown.org/series/23664     Good Things series by alchemy 10k, Stiles/Derek, first time, smut, power dynamics, 

His social circle consists almost entirely of creatures of the night and men who dress as women; if he ever wants to pop his cherry he’s going to have to make some concessions somewhere. 

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https://archiveofourown.org/series/114250    the one where the Hales are related to the Addams series by callunavulgari    8k, Stiles/Derek, AU, uuuuh gore?, 

“So is this a werewolf thing or a you thing?” Stiles asks eventually. He’s half-hysterical, but his heartbeat is still steadier than Derek would have expected it to be. “Because I’m pretty sure Scott would die if I chopped off his head.”

“It’s a me thing,” Derek says. “Well, it’s a Hale thing. A Hale-Addams thing. Look, can you help me reattach this? I’m a bit out of practice, so it’ll be easier if you do it.”

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/3518480    Better Than Deep-fried Twinkies by shift (clarz)    7k, Stiles/Derek, AU, rodeo, 

There’s a guy sitting cross-legged in the hay, seemingly unconcerned with the cow excrement almost certainly contained within it; Inara’s laid down in front of him, and he’s leaning forward, her huge head cupped tenderly in his hands, his cheek almost touching hers. He looks completely enraptured, staring into her eyes intensely and rubbing her cheeks in slow circles, leaning into her with his whole body like she’s precious and beautiful and everything he ever wanted. It’s weirdly intense, and should really be off-putting, but Inara looks sleepy and calm and happy, and Derek is way too distracted watching the guy’s hands, long-fingered and beautiful, massaging her face tenderly.

In which Stiles hits on Derek's cow, then hits on Derek. Also in which Stiles' eyelashes are favorably compared with those of a cow.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/4646664    as you are by veterization   34k, Peter/Stiles, 

Stiles runs straight into a tree and suddenly, things are... different. Namely, he's in a world where Peter Hale is his boyfriend.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/486351    Hearts in High-Vis by tourdefierce    7k, Stiles/Derek, smut, exhibitionism, 

It's three days after the events of Master Plan (S2 Finale).

A fic in which Stiles has questions, Derek wants to talk about his feelings, everyone is hurting and not really anything gets resolved or answered but they do manage a puppy-pile.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/15741372   The PlayLiszt by dylanssourwolf    21k, Stiles/Derek, AU, hand kink, classical music, 

Dr. Derek Hale is one of the most qualified musicologists in the country. He’s damn proud to be one of the most sought-after specialists in the world; he’s done his fair share of travelling to colleges all over the country to to give insights on the musical structures of some of the most famous pieces of classical literature.

While he can't really play any of those pieces, he does have a particular choice of pianist when it comes to listening. Mieczysław.Derek likes to think he’s in love with the guy, even though he isn’t sure if Mieczysław is a first name or a last name or even a name at all, and he's never once gotten a glimpse of the pianist’s face. It’s about the music, the money-makers, and the guy’s hands are plastered on everything.

The only other pianist who may be well on his way to being as talented as Mieczysław is a student by the name of Stiles Stilinski. He's just come back to school after a semester off and is now taking an independent study with Derek, who's trying desperately not to fall for his student. There's one peculiar thing; Stiles always has his hands mostly covered by fingerless gloves, yet still, Derek swears he's seen them somewhere. 

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/16225304    We Are Here by suburbanmotel    7k, Stiles/Derek, pining, touch starved, h/c, 

Derek is touch starved. Stiles has beautiful hands. And so it goes. 

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/11697558   Bittersweet and Strange, Finding You Can Change (Learning You Were Wrong) by WithMyTeeth (Ylith)    50k, Stiles/Derek, AU, fake dating, sugar daddy, 

When perpetual loner and failwolf extraordinaire Derek Hale finally loses patience with his meddling family, he grabs a confused Stiles Stilinski, unsuspecting diner patron and herbal medicine student, off the street to pose as his new boyfriend. Hijinks ensue. 

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/10503357    To Build a Home (Of Sorts) by nogitsune_lichen    75k, Stiles/Derek, slow burn, angst, fluff, 

The words were stuck on loop, Stiles’ broken voice repeating them over and over. Derek didn’t realize he was crying until he let out a broken noise, so low he could barely hear it himself. His hands dug into his eyes trying to stop the flow but the tears kept coming. He couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t think, he couldn’t be strong like he’s supposed to be.

He was weak. So weak.

He walked away from the only person that felt like home.

Somewhere in the back of his mind he couldn’t help but acknowledge that by the time he got back, his home would be miles away, once again leaving him all alone.

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Or the healing/getting together AU that involves building a house together and a healthy dose of angst.

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https://archiveofourown.org/series/1047593    You Are series by Livinginfictions     104k Stiles/Derek, fake dating, 

With the Hale pack finally settled and safe, it only makes sense that something would happen to screw it all up. To top it all off, Stiles has to pretend to be Derek's mate, or face a pack of angry Alphas. He's doomed.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/15202121    Lost on you by devilscut    51k, Stiles/Derek/Peter, polyamory, incest, 

A deadly encounter with an Alpha changes Stiles' life forever - kicked out and betrayed by his best friend and brother, Scott McCall, he leaves Beacon Hills, but much to his surprise not alone. Ten years down the track, living a life he never dreamed possible, a chance meeting brings back memories of that night - the good and bad mixed with a whole lotta WTF that even now still has him scratching his head as to what happened. 

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/15931463    Door to Door Enquiries by katiemorag    1k, Stiles/Derek, 

John and one of his deputies are carrying out door to door enquiries when Derek Hale answers the door of the final house on the street wearing only a pair of boxers.

Those boxers look really familiar to John.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/1142392    lift you to your higher ground by verity    4k, Stiles/Derek, awkward boners, 

Derek takes a deep breath before he looks up. "I was going to Jungle to pick up a guy."

"Huh." Stiles taps his fingers against his bottom lip. They come away red; there's already lipstick on his teeth. "You know, there's an app for that. Grindr. You're—I bet you could just get guys to come over, like pizza delivery."

"I don't like pizza," Derek says.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/781435   Of college boys, old tv shows, trust and heavy petting. by Original_Cypher    7k, Stiles/Derek, neck....kink?, maybe trust kink??,

It's a quiet midday during Spring Break at Derek's. Stiles is set on a lazy afternoon, and judging by the way Derek is sinking into the couch, he won't get any arguments from the sleepy alpha, so he settles for his usual routine of 'petting the werewolf's hair'. It all goes like usual until they make an interesting discovery.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/1183982    make something good by verity    7k, Stiles/Derek, kid fic, babysitting, lactation kink, 

Stiles sighs and slouches down in his chair, taps his pencil against his desk irritably. He spent a year and a half fighting evil, being evil, and then fighting evil again, and now he's just—a glorified babysitter.

This is how it ends: not with a bang, but a whimper.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/1057876    all wound up in you by verity    2k, Stiles/Derek, fluff, physical disability, bed sharing, knitting,

Stiles's blue project grows steadily, the finished pieces draped over each other haphazardly on one edge of the knitting basket in the living room. Sometimes Derek touches them, squishing the springy wool between his fingertips. Maybe it's an afghan: those are supposed to take a long time to make.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/1562651    the devil makes work by llassah    7k, Stiles/Derek, masturbation, awkward sexual situations, 

“It takes Stiles four days to notice something’s wrong. Well it’s not like jerking off three times a day is unusual behavior. The third day, he has his usual good morning session, comes straight home from Lacrosse and jerks off without even taking off his jeans because it’s laundry day tomorrow and it’s not like he’s got standards. And everyone jerks off last thing at night; it’s like a glass of warm milk for your dick.”

Stiles has been hit by a jerking off curse. He might not make it through May unscathed.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/1239916    stem of the bloom by languisity    5k, Stiles/Derek, Nemeton/Stiles, dubious consentacles, first time, 

“I have to fuck that tree,” he tells Scott and Allison at lunch. The cafeteria is packed but Stiles doesn’t bother to keep his voice down.

“Okay,” Scott says. “Wait, what?” He’s been a little slow lately, but that’s forgivable. True Alphahood, darkness in his heart. Those things build up.

“The Nemeton,” Stiles says, rolling a tater tot around in ketchup. “I’m gonna put my dick in it.”

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/936514    the dog days are over by M_Leigh    5k, Stiles/Derek, wolf!derek, stiles is a dick, 

"To say that Scott and Stiles are surprised when Derek manages to turn into a wolf – a big one, an actual real-sized wolf that probably weighs twice as much as Stiles on a good day – would be an understatement of the highest caliber, but even so, they’re not half as surprised as Derek himself."

Derek changes into a wolf. He decides to stay that way.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/521237    Lovebitten by LunaCanisLupus_22    10k, Stiles/Derek, awkwardness, 

The one where Derek gets bitten by a lovebug and Stiles is the first person he lays eyes on. Hilarity ensues.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/712284    Your Yoda I will Be by darksylvia    5k, Stiles/Derek, 

Stiles offers to give Derek tactical training.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/762715    may your path be the sound by magneticwave    13k, Melissa/Sheriff, Stiles/Derek, 

This may make Melissa a terrible mother, but things were so much easier when Scott and Stiles were unpopular and spent their weekends on either her or John’s couch, playing Mario Kart and talking about all of the stuff they were never going to be cool enough to do. Scott and Stiles’ weekends now mostly involve blood and Derek Hale.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/698441    Special Collections by hannah_baker    16k, Stiles/Derek, AU, everybody lives, 

Stiles Stilinski is a senior in college working on his thesis. Derek Hale is the grumpy (though inhumanely attractive) special collections librarian. All they needed was a common interest to spark a friendship that becomes more than either of the bargained for.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/703198    A Life Less Ordinary by Jebiwonkenobi    19k, Stiles/Derek, buried alive, giants, 

It takes a few years but eventually they manage to agree on something; Derek Hale is an asshole, and Stiles Stilinski is in love with him.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/16303505   Captain’s Log: I am Sly as a Fox by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)    42k, Stiles/Derek, pining, fox!stiles, magical mishap, 

Derek wandered into the store with him, some of the cashiers cooing at Stiles because, yes, yes, he was very cute, thank you. He was getting more attention as a fox than he’d ever gotten as a human.

Figures.

He just pouted while being carried through the store, one of the girls helping Derek with what he needed and bringing it all to the cash register for him since he seemed reluctant to loosen his grip on Stiles. He probably didn’t want him wiggling free and wreaking havoc across the store.

He was pretty destructive, he’d admit that.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/15452388   Breathing You In by lavenderlotion    29k, Peter/Stiles, PTSD, touch starved, 

“Good morning, kiddo,” his dad said, and the words hurt.

All Stiles wanted to do was step forward and let his dad hug him, allow his father to give him comfort. His father's hugs had always been all-encompassing, the way he would fold himself around Stiles and hold him as tightly as he could.

Stiles stepped around him, careful not to let foreign skin touch anything that was special to him.

Anything he loved.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/16225304    We Are Here by suburbanmotel    7k, Stiles/Derek, pining, touch starved, h/c, 

Derek is touch starved. Stiles has beautiful hands. And so it goes.

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Onward to Part 2!

[vroomvroombaek]

Please Don’t Part 3

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4

A/N: I do not own the picture

Summary: When Baekhyun shows up at your door in the middle of the night begging you not to leave him, you never imagine the heartbreak you’re in for

You don’t know how long it will take to get over Baekhyun. It has been three days and so far, you only feel worse.

At first, you would get a nauseating feeling that would wash over you every time you would think of Baekhyun and the way he had looked leaving your house. You tried to drown it every time with sleep, but would burst into tears whenever his leftover scent from the night before drifted to your nose. It was poison but, like a drug addict, you couldn’t get enough and made no move wash the scent out. For that first day, you stayed in your room, clinging to the sheets like a child. Despite what Baekhyun had done, despite how he had hurt you, his scent made you feel safe.

On the second day, you had become numb. You had cried everything out to the point where you had no more tears. So you would sit on your bed staring at the ceiling, eyes bloodshot and nose dry and raw from constantly blowing into tissues.

It was Monday and you had work, but despite knowing that your absence could be detrimental for a potential promotion, you just could not bring yourself to get dressed and head out into the real world. You had managed to call your boss early on, who agreed that it was best you stay home, especially with the amount of photographers parked right outside of your work place. Upon hearing that, you had made sure all your blinds were closed. If they had found where you worked, there had been no doubt in your mind that there was paparazzi outside you house.

Other than calls from your boss, you had only accepted ones from your worried family members and your best friend, all of whom you had to beg to leave you alone for now. You'd given the excuse that you just wanted to hide from the media right now and that accepting visitors would fuel people's curiosity. But really, you just couldn’t deal with the inevitable questions about your broken relationship.

Sehun had tried to call after the whole incident a few more times but you hadn’t picked up. You weren’t sure if he would make excuses for Baekhyun and couldn’t risk it hearing him trying to justify or downtalk his behavior. While you two were friends, he would ultimately have to remain loyal to his member. You could respect that but it didn't mean that you had to deal with it. He’d left a message asking how you were doing and asked you to give him a call, but you hadn’t sent anything back. Other than him, the other members of EXO hadn’t made a move to contact you. They didn't owe you anything and really, you had been rather grateful for it. The less people from your ex-boyfriend's life that bothered you, the better.

You knew that you couldn’t avoid the world forever. You just needed a little more time. The world would be watching you the moment you stepped out the door, eager to see how you looked. You weren’t strong enough yet to bear the weight of their eyes yet.

You had expected to be better the next day. But instead, you wake up on the third day feeling shittier than ever before. Baekhyun’s scent has finally faded from your sheets and you now have nothing to hold on to. You are emptier than ever and you don’t think you’ll ever be full again. It hurts more than you thought it would. You’re not crying anymore and your lungs don’t feel like they’re on fire anymore, you’re just empty. And somehow, it’s worse. You think you prefer when you had been numb. At least then you didn't have to feel. Now, you feel lonely and sad and scared. Scared because it feels like this will go on for eternity, that you’ll be a shell of your old self for the rest of your life. You miss smiling, you miss being happy.

For hours, the fear dominates your body. You stare at yourself in the bathroom mirror. You’re paler than you’ve ever been, your lips are chapped, skin is flaking around your nostrils. You’re miserable.

Suddenly, you feel a hot flash of anger. Your whole life has been ruined because of one person. You allowed someone to have this much control over you. You had given your entire heart to someone with the hope that they would be delicate with it. And now you’re surprised over that hope being crushed? It’s your fault for trusting someone like him. Someone like Baekhyun, a man who lives in a different planet from you. Maybe it would have been different if you had been an idol too. But you’re not. You’re an ordinary girl that thought she could be a part of Byun Baekhyun’s world without getting hurt. Fuck, you had been so foolish.

This is it. This anger is the surge of energy that you have been waiting for. You won’t let yourself be foolish anymore. You’re not going to let Baekhyun affect you like this.

You take a long bath, washing the stress and tiredness from your body. You pick out a nice, clean set clothes and apply some makeup, trying your best to conceal the impact these few days have had on you. You’re going to go out today and try to be normal. You think maybe you'll visit your best friend and have a nice, normal conversation with another human being.

You actually make an effort with breakfast, seeing as how you’ve only been living off of potato chips and ice cream lately. You put together a nice plate that you devour immediately, your stomach thanking you for a real meal.

You put on your shoes and get your coat from the cabinet and open the door with a small smile, one that immediately falls short when you’re met with an older-looking man standing in front of you, his hand reaching towards the doorbell. You must have opened the door just as he was about to ring. He looks surprised to you see you and clears his throat.

”Miss Y/N, if I could just have a moment of your time-,”but you cut him off immediately.

”I’m sorry, but I’m not taking any questions right now. I’m not comfortable with having an interview.” You try to move past him but he steps in front of you, shaking his head quickly.

“No, no, I’m not a reporter. I’m here on behalf of SM Entertainment to discuss the future actions that will need to be taken to protect yours and Mr. Byun’s reputations.”

You roll your eyes. SM couldn’t care less about your ‘reputation’. Of course they would try to cover up the cheating scandal to protect their idol. You hadn’t expected anything else.

“Let me guess, the company wants me to come out and say that Baekhyun and I broke up before the pictures were taken?” Your voice is so cold and void of emotion that the man flinches and at the very least seems to have the decency to look ashamed.

“Miss, I know you must be going through a lot right now but it is important to consider the implications that come with this ordeal. It will likely follow you both and ruin your careers. The company is already going to issue that Baekhyun’s relationship with you has been over for quite some time and your statement about having had an earlier, amiable breakup with Mr.Byun would put an end to the media threats, ” the man swallows as your face darkens, “Please, if you could just conduct an interview in about a week’s time, the company is willing to offer a large sum of payment.”

An interview? They want you to go on television and lie to paint Baekhyun as an innocent person. Are they fucking serious?

You almost release a sad, bitter laugh “Sorry, I won't do it.”

This time, when you step out of the house, he doesn’t try to stop you and just lets you go. Your anger has now doubled. If the company had tried to cover it up, does that mean that Baekhyun knows about it? The idea that he is trying to cover his own ass drives you even more crazy.

Suddenly you can't stop yourself from reaching for your phone and sending him a text.

‘If you thought I would help you cover up what you did, then you never knew me at all. I don’t care how much it hurts you career, I’m not doing an interview and lying about what you did. I don’t want anything to do with you.’

You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you had been holding. You’re about to put your phone inside your coat when his caller id appears on the screen.

You answer without even thinking. You curse yourself over and over again because now you’re holding the phone to your ear and you don’t even know what to say.

“Y/N, hello? Are you there?” he sounds sick and you hate that you that the first thought you have when you hear his voice is if he’s eating and sleeping enough. You hate that you still care.

You didn’t think you’d be hearing his voice so soon, if ever. You’re not ready for this. It still hurts too much.

You keep your mouth shut, not trusting yourself to speak. After a bit, he realizes that you’re still on the line and continues. “Please, you have to know that I would never do that to you, the company is doing this without my say. I can’t control what they release to the media.”

’I would never do this to you.’ You had thought he would never do a lot of things but clearly, you had no idea what he was capable of.

“I now I’ve hurt you, but I never wanted to. God, Y/N, I love you so much. So fucking much. I’m going to be sorry for what I did for my entire life. I deserve everything that comes from this. I deserve your hate and if you want to hurt me back, you can do anything you want. I can take it, I promise. I’ll never forgive myself. I’m so sorry. You know I’m sorry, right? Please answer me.” His voice breaks off into sobs and you can’t understand what he’s saying anymore, everything comes out in unintelligible mumbles.

"Please just let me hear your voice, baby. Say something."

You fight the urge to comfort him. You want to say something, tell him it’s okay, that you know he regrets it and that you forgive him. The words are all on the tip of your tongue. But you can’t. You would be lying, not just to him but to yourself as well. It’s not okay. You do not forgive him. You can’t comfort him. Not anymore.

You hang up and begin to walk to your friend’s house.

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32. In a way I can't return 😊😊😊

Oh my gosh, sorry it took so long~ You didn’t specify, so I wrote some twin fluff. Hope that was okay! Really hope that you like it and it’s not a disappointment! Lololol :D

It was just one of those nights.

Self-loathing pervaded Saeran’s thoughts, raking its icy fingers across his mind. He mimicked the gesture physically, clawing at his own scalp as if it would make the pain stop. The accusations of worthlessness...filthiness...loneliness...He didn’t want to face them right now. He didn’t want to answer the thousands of questions bombarding his already pounding head. He didn’t want to stare up at the ceiling for another night, trembling at the shadows that too eerily resembled the gaping emptiness inside his own chest.

His energy was depleted, but he rolled himself off the bed. His legs worked on their own as he made his way to...anywhere.Despite living in the bunker for nearly a year, Saeran refused to find a place to feel truly comfortable. That would require attachment. Something he wasn't willing to form.

      Yet, as he wandered from room to room, he found each one was already associated with memories. He hated it. The kitchen...where Saeyoung would attempt nightly to make them a decent meal. The living room...where he and Saeyoung would sit in an agreeable silence during the day. Even the bathrooms, where Saeyoung would pat his back patiently when his meds caused him to dispel his food.

    Saeran’s thoughts halted when he reached a dead end...which happened to be the entrance into Saeyoung’s work room. This room had no memories. He had only been in there a few times, all of which were very brief.

His brother tended to lock himself in there on stressful days and then emerge with several new robots. Saeran half wondered whether it would work the same way for him. His fingers hovered over the doorknob. He couldn’t decipher the source of the hesitance. Perhaps it stemmed from a fear of being similar to his twin. To be reminded of the fact that he had a brother--the same one that encouraged him with bright zeal and then left him to ruin. He shook his head, afraid of the emotions that would follow that train of thought.

He swallowed and pulled open the door. He froze when he was met with golden eyes and red hair that mirrored his own. A few breaths passed before Saeyoung smiled softly.

“Saeran,” he said the name as a greeting. How he managed to make it sound so cheerful was a mystery to the younger twin. “Sorry, were you looking for me? Did you need something?”’

Saeran prepared himself to pivot on his heel and leave. But then he would face that ceiling again...and his personal spectres hiding in the darkness that danced across it. He needed a distraction, even if it happened to be his brother.

He took a few steps forward and lowered himself onto the floor, leaning against the wall behind him. He pressed his lips in a fine line, his eyes darting up to Saeyoung’s for a brief moment. The older twin didn’t seem to think it unusual--or if he did, he chose not to comment. Saeran was glad. He didn’t want questions.

Saeyoung swiveled his chair to the workbench, throwing his attention back into whatever he was constructing. It was actually….peaceful. The creaking of screws and the soft clanking of metal were the only noises penetrating the muted room. The tension in Saeran’s shoulders melted away, and soon enough the throbbing at the base of his neck did as well.

Just as he let out a breath of relief, a bunch of metal parts went sprawling onto the ground in front of him. Saeyoung snickered from his chair. He had one leg propped up against the seat, while his arm hung lazily to the side. He looked at Saeran with an almost cocky grin. “Want to help?”

Saeran rolled his eyes. After living here so long, he should’ve been expecting Saeyoung to be up to something. But, the older twin continued to prove his unpredictability.

“Not really,” Saeran responded, although his fingers brushed over the metal parts out of curiosity.

He narrowed his eyes at the shapes, a faint blueprint of what they could be already forming in his mind. With a few more seconds, the idea became more solidified until he was seeing exactly where all the pieces would connect and what parts he would need to complete it. Suddenly, Saeran’s anxious thoughts were replaced by the desire to create something.

Oh...So this is why Saeyoung built robots.

“Have an idea?” Saeyoung asked, gathering tools off the workbench and transferring them to the floor. He slipped off his chair and shimmied over to his brother, a concentrated frown replacing his usual quirky smirk. “I was thinking we could use a new toaster, but I don’t think I have the parts for it yet.”

Saeran shook his head and crawled a bit closer, so the parts were spread out evenly between them. “We should make a light.”

“A what?”

“A nightlight of sorts,” he elaborated. He rubbed the back of his neck, hoping that the reasons behind his sudden idea weren't obvious. With the lines wrinkling Saeyoung’s forehead, he doubted that.

He tossed a cluster of tangles wires towards his brother, curtailing the question halfway past his lips. “Sort through these,” he muttered.

The redhead complied, and for awhile, there was peace again. Saeran asked the occasional question, Saeyoung offered occasional suggestions. An hour later, and a skeleton of a complex machine sat between them. Dread pounded in the younger twin’s head. They had hardly exchanged words, and yet they moved together like clockwork. They were truly connected, no matter how much Saeran despised it.

“What happened?” Saeyoung asked. His focused glare morphed back into his typical worried pout.

Saeran found it difficult to swallow. He set the tools down, briefly scowling at his hands as if they had done this against his will.

Saeyoung’s eyes sparked in understanding, and a smile masked the disappointment leaking from his countenance. “Did I push myself onto you again?” He said, unable to conceal the constriction of his throat. “Sorry.”

Saeran hated that he was linked to the man across from him. He hated fate or whatever God Saeyoung believed in that had tied them together in the first place. But most of all, Saeran hated the remorse pooling in his stomach at the crestfallen grimace suffocating his twin’s usual optimism.

“N-no,” he found himself saying. “You didn't. I just…”

How could he explain how he felt without making it worse?

“You don't have to lie,” Saeyoung sighed. His fingers continued to fidget with the wires, and he seemed to blink more than necessary. “If you want to be alone--”

“No!” Saeran burst. He turned away when his brother looked up at him. Not alone. He didn't want that. “Um...g-give me a red wire.”

The older twin’s penetrating gaze lingered uncomfortably long. Saeran was exposed and laid bare in that moment, but perhaps there was an advantage. So was Saeyoung.

Saeran was all too familiar with the anxiety and self-hatred lurking behind those wide eyes.

His brows quirked forward as he reached out for the thin strips offered to him. “MC said you only come here when you're tense,” he said. He lied, rather. That was an observation he made himself.

“Did she?” Saeyoung replied, finding a new zeal for the screwdriver. His mouth parted in a soft sigh. “I guess...you’re not the only one having a rough night.”

Saeran pursed his lips. He had barely heard his brother’s words, and yet they stabbed into his mind like daggers. He cleared his throat, unnerved at how quickly his walls were weakening. “Aren't you Catholic? Why don't you get a priest to...cleanse the place or something?”

Saeyoung covered his chest with a hand, a short but loud laugh erupting from his throat. Still, there was something painful hidden behind it. The older man rubbed his face. “I don’t think that’s how it works,” he replied with a few more chuckles. “Besides, the priest would probably just carry me out of the house instead.”

Saeran couldn't resist the crooked grin tugging at his own lips. His gaze darted up, expecting to see Saeyoung mirroring the same expression. Instead, he noticed the redness ebbing the whites of his eyes.

“Anyway,” the redhead went on, tapping on his temple. “There’s some darkness that we learn to fight ourselves.”

Saeran chewed on his bottom lip, busying himself with the metal parts in front of him. Why did it hurt to see his brother like that? Just a few months ago, the anguish cracking his very being would’ve been an answered prayer. Now, it just made his numb heart twinge.

“Oh,” was the only reply he could manage.

Saeyoung suddenly stiffened. A cheeriness crinkled his eyes, but it didn’t reach past the surface. “Sorry. It’s late, and I’m just getting too sentimental. You know the moon can do that, right? We can’t see the moon inside though. I guess it’s in the air or something.”

He was rambling, Saeran observed. He did that a lot when he was anxious too. “You don’t have to lie,” he interjected.

Saeyoung fell silent, but he insisted on holding up that blithe mask. For once, Saeran wanted to see what was behind it. He wanted to see the fragmented and shattered man that was actually his brother, and, for the first time in years, his motives weren’t malicious. No...they were almost apprehensive.

But despite the time that had passed, he still couldn’t get the questions past his tongue. He didn’t venture further, and instead, he allowed the room be blanketed in quietness.

Once again, they fell into the rhythm of building. One piece here, a screw there, some electrical tape around that...all of it done with only a few words spared between them. Soon enough, Saeran found himself working more quickly while his twin lagged behind.

Then, Saeyoung’s soft snores interrupted the silence for the first time in hours. His head resting on his chair, his mouth hung open, and his glasses tilted on the bridge of his nose. He looked ridiculous. This wasn’t the first time Saeran was tempted to take a picture, but each time resulted in the same conclusion: saved memories meant forming attachment. He didn’t want that.

Instead, he threw himself back into the project, his ambition remaining strong despite his aching fingers and stinging eyes. The clock ticked forward, and Saeran added new ideas as he went along. He wasn’t sure how much time had elapsed when he pushed the round, metal orb away from his lap and admired his work.

He leaned back against the wall and stretched his legs. Exhaustion began to settle into his muscles, but there was a strange satisfaction that accompanied it.  

“Maybe you should go to school and become an engineer,” Saeyoung said, causing the younger man to nearly topple over in surprise.

“You’re awake,” Saeran said matter-of-factly.

Saeyoung shifted forward to inspect the machine. When he fell asleep, there was nothing more than the inner core done. “You said it was a light, right?”

Saeran bit the inside of his cheek, giving a sheepish nod. “The switch is on the bottom.”

His brother carefully flipped the orb, finding the small button and flicking it on. Hundreds of soft, subtle rays shot out from the center. They hit the ceiling and the walls, speckling them in tiny beads of brilliance...at least for a little while. Both twins gasped when the colors shifted, evolving from a warm yellow to a deep purple and then to a cool blue.

“It’s like a sky,” Saeyoung breathed, his hand reaching upwards and weaving through the streams of light.

“Yeah,” Saeran muttered, as much in awe as his brother. He didn’t expect the little invention to actually work. It was...good. Something good. “There’s no windows here, so I thought--”

He was interrupted when something heavy descended onto his head and obstructed his vision. He yanked it off, identifying it as a blanket of sorts. He turned to Saeyoung questioningly and noticed he also had a similar throw.

“You couldn’t sleep in your room, and I couldn’t sleep in mine,” Saeyoung said with a shrug. He shut off the lights, further emphasizing the radiance of colors, before he lowered himself to the ground. He lay flat on his back. “We can just stay here and catch a few hours of rest. You set the atmosphere nicely.”

Saeran hesitated, his gaze flickering between the blanket and Saeyoung. Wouldn’t this just be another memory? But...he had a point. Saeran didn’t want to sleep alone, and the light chased away the shadows he feared so deeply. Besides, he wasn’t sure his legs would make it to his room. So he followed suit, laying out onto the ground and staring up at the sky fashioned from lights.

“I love you, Saeran.”

Saeran jolted, propping himself up on one elbow and glaring at Saeyoung. “Where the heck did that come from?”

The redhead let out a sluggish laugh, no doubt drifting back into sleep. “I don’t know. I just felt like saying it to my brother, so I did. I love you!”

“Stop saying that,” Saeran grumbled. He flopped back onto the floor, fixing his attention back onto the ceiling. But he couldn’t concentrate.

He squirmed as those words submersed themselves into his brain. No longer was he plagued by the cutting slander of his own mind. Instead, those few syllables were wreaking havoc inside, causing an uncomfortable warmth to rise up to his face and spread throughout his body.

He turned his head assigning more glowers to the person responsible, but Saeyoung remained blissfully unaware, his eyes rapt with wonderment as the colors transitioned again. For the second time that night, Saeran saw past them to something melancholy and fractured.

Then, something happened inside of him. It came out nowhere...this overwhelming urge to cast away that sadness...to be the strong one, for once. Saeran drummed his fingers against the ground at the possibility. He wondered if...that phrase...would work just as well. If it would be like magic, casting away the coldness encasing a tortured heart.

So, he experimented. He mutely formed the letters on his tongue, gathering courage until finally…

He said nothing. The words remained lodged in his throat, unwilling to surface into the air. He bailed after the third attempt and pulled the blanket closer to himself. It always seemed so easy for Saeyoung to love. It seemed to pour out of his very soul onto everyone he met, but for Saeran...it wasn’t so simple for his shackled soul.

Even without saying it, Saeran knew without a doubt his brother loved him--unconditionally, as events in the past year had proven. And a strain of affection somewhere in the pit of his chest wanted to return it with the same intensity, but he just couldn’t.

Saeran still had a long way to go before he could truly feel love for his brother. Maybe the tiny flame that had begun to glow inside of him would be squelched by tomorrow’s troubles. Or maybe it was a start.

He once again faced his sleeping twin. A smile twitched on his face as Saeyoung assumed that ridiculous expression again. Saeran didn’t know how to help his brother, and he didn’t know the answer to his own ‘maybes’, but perhaps he could risk a step towards both.

He pulled out his phone and snapped a picture.

[thirst-refinery]

Dead Man {Kylo Ren x Reader}

Request~  I just thought of this and it sounds good in my head, but could u do a kylo imagine where the reader gets taken by the first order & is in the interrogation type room (like where Poe/Rey were) & reader is kinda scared bc ur preggos with kylos baby (u got pregnant when he was Ben or something) & he's like who's the father? And u say Ben Solo, but he's gone now. And I don't know where to go from there so u take it away lol. Wow sorry this is so lengthy

Part Two 

A/N~ Apologies for how long this took writing has been tough for me these past couple months. Anyways I’m not really sure how good this’ll be because I have no idea how to write pregnancy and its been a good minuet since I’ve written some thing long like this. Please ignore any mistakes (I’ll fix them later. For now I need to stop looking at this) hope ya’ll like it!

If the doctor back on base could see you now you assume she’d be furious. Three balanced meals a day, light exercise, and plenty of rest. It was good advice for a woman like yourself eight months pregnant, and you followed those directions perfectly except for one. Rest. You couldn’t sit idly while the resistance moved so quickly around you. 

Yellow Squadron denied every one of your requests or rather demands to let you join them on missions, but it never stopped you from asking one more time. Out of pure luck they’d finally said yes. The rebellion had received intel of unregistered spacecraft loitering in the outer rim. There was reason to believe The First Order was behind it. An organization that had been around for quite some time but only in the past few months had they really surfaced and become a threat. Yellow squadron’s job was to go out take a look around and come right back. A scouting mission is what they called it and they must have figured the mission would be easy enough for you to come along, for the ride if nothing else. It was supposed to be easy, it was supposed to be safe.

You joined a Rodian named Dulgan Sereta in an old T-4. As much as you pleaded with Dulgan to let you fly the spacecraft he refused. You’d take gunner position and by the sound of the mission you’d be useless. At least that was the plan, but plans tend to fail and in your case that’s what happened. 

After dropping out of hyperspace it didn’t take much looking to find what you came for. One massive super star destroyer. It was the largest you or anyone in the squadron had ever seen and this star destroyer wasn’t pleased to have company. Before anyone could make the jump to light speed a fleet of fifty maybe sixty TIE fighters poured from the destroyer. In a matter of seconds half of Yellow Squadron became scattered junk floating in space. The other half were able to escape but unfortunately you and Dulgan weren’t as lucky. T-47s are slower then X-Wings and certainly slower then TIEs. Despite your best efforts to fight them off you were overtaken, but rather then blasting you into nothing they spared you for questioning.

That’s where you were now. Strapped to an interrogation device in a poorly lit room thinking about your doctors advice. Three meals, light exercise, and rest. None of which you assumed you’d be getting anytime soon. Rolling your foot in a circle you attempted to loosen the tension in your muscles. Everything hurt especially your feet and back. You’d been strapped there for what felt like days and as you look around at the bleak walls you can’t help but wonder what's taking so long. If they were going to kill you then do it already. 

No sooner had you thought it, the door to the small room opened. You crane your neck at odd angles struggling to see but it was futile. Heavy footsteps pace from one side of the room to the other, always staying out of sight.

“Hello?” you grew tired of waiting. If their pacing was a tactic of intimidation it wasn’t working. You're done with this bullshit.

The steps behind you stop completely, the room silent once again. They soon start back up moving from behind you, to the side, to right in front. A hulking black figure stands before you. The only color in his attire is the silver bands on the mask he wears. Your heart stops filled with dread. A sickening feeling heavy as lead churns deep in your stomach. You had seen this man once, but once was enough. 

The Jedi Killer was unforgettable. Last time you’d been face to face with him was only months ago when your entire world had come crashing down. All your friends were slaughtered, one of the only people you could trust went missing, but worst of all was Ben. You’r heart aches at the thought of him. It had been a while since you allowed yourself to think of him. After the Jedi Killer had destroyed everything you pleaded with the Gods that Ben had been saved but his mother confirmed the worst. Kylo Ren had Killed Ben Solo. Your vision blurred as tears brim your eyes. Willing them not to fall, you refused to cry in front of this monster.

“Do you know who I am?” his voice comes out low and distorted, fitting of his persona.

Grinding your teeth together and blinking away the water in your eyes, you couldn’t bring yourself to speak to him.

Kylo Ren tilts his head barely. His eyes examine every inch of you from behind his mask. Never had you felt so exposed. Suddenly he moves closer pounding steps echoing off the barren walls. His hand extends, hovering over your swollen belly. “You’re pregnant.” 

Of course you were. It only looked like you were attempting to smuggle a large ball beneath your shirt, but that’s beside the point. “What kind of interrogation is this?” you sound stronger then expected. 

Ren doesn’t answer. He didn’t even look at you directly, his mask is still seemingly trained on your stomach. 

“Aren’t you supposed to ask me about the rebellion? Beat me until I answer?”

“I got the information I need from the pilot who accompanied you.”

Dulgan. Silently you hoped he was okay but knowing what Ren was capable of you doubted he was.

Finally directing his attention back up at you Kylo spoke again. “Who’s the father?”

His question surprises you. What difference would it make to him who’s child it was? You looked away at the paneled wall behind him. Kylo Ren doesn’t deserve an answer. It would be a meaningless name to him, just another on the list of people he’s killed. He probably won’t even remember him.

“Who’s the father?” he repeats. 

Tears fill your eyes again. They do every time you think of these things. “Ben.” you croak out trying to keep your voice steady. “Ben Solo.”

Kylo’s fists clench, leather gloves squeaking, and he stands a little straighter. Does he remember? Regardless you were going to make sure he did.

“He’s gone now.” you begin. 

“Yes, I’m aware. But I didn’t kill him like you think I did.”

You look back at the unchanging mask. “What?” so he killed Ben with the force instead of a lightsaber? It doesn’t matter how it was done Ben is gone because of him.  

“You’re confused.” he’s eerily motionless making it hard to believe the voice is coming from him, a statue. 

Not only are you confused but you’re angry yet fearful. A mix of bitter, consuming emotions. You’d had enough. Closing your eyes you try to shut him out not caring anymore about what Kylo Ren has to say. Meditation was something you haven’t practiced in a while but it’s worth a shot. Breathing steadily in and out you focus on clearing your mind. Deep breath in, deep breath out. A mechanical hiss startles you, breaking your concentration. You keep your eyes shut feeling exhaustion seep into your bones. A few more moments like this and you might fall asleep.

“Look at me.” 

Had you heard wrong or had the voice been of your imagination? It was a voice impossible to forget. The world came slowly into focus as you open your eyes. Falling is the only way to describe how you feel. Plummeting downwards at a thousand miles a minuet, completely weightless. You’re numb as if your body and mind had turned off. Before you stood a dead man. His hair’s slightly longer then you remember but the most striking difference is his eyes. Dull, lifeless, sad. Otherwise he’s unchanged. Kylo, or Ben you didn’t know what to call him, looks directly at you waiting for your reaction. There is no response for this. 

“Ben?” you cry, the tears can’t be withheld now. Hot rivers pour down your face.

“No” his jaw is clenched. “Like they say, Ben is dead.”

Struggling to find words you gape at him. 

Kylo brings his hand back up this time resting it on your bump. “He’s already so strong.” Softly he caresses your skin through your top. For a brief second you see the Ben you love so dearly. 

Within you comes a thump against the area of flesh beneath Kylo’s hand. The baby had kicked. Kylo felt it too. He yanks his hand away wide eyed. His sudden movements cause you to jump. Kylo looks between you and your stomach then shifts his glance around the room. Lifting the mask back over his head he conceals the face of Ben becoming Kylo Ren once again. 

“B- Kylo.” you don’t want him to leave now. You need answers. You need him.

“I have to go.” he speaks quickly. The feeling of your kicking child had certainly shaken him. 

The sound of the blast door comes from behind you followed by footsteps. Kylo moves around you out of sight. “Take her to the nearest civilized planet. Somewhere she can be found by the rebellion.”

“You don’t want her taken care of like the Rodian, sir?” it was a stormtrooper.

“She’s with child.” says Kylo’s robotic filtered voice. “I’m feeling merciful.”