#i know deaton (i think it's deaton?) says true alphas only come along once every hundred years or so

[cracked-pean]

Not Knowing Pt.1

Characters: Derek Hale, Female! Reader, Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Lydia Martin, Peter Hale, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd, Isaac Lahey, Kate Argent, Deaton (small appearance)

Word Count: 4,951

Warnings: Kidnapping, Torture/Punishments(?), Angst.

Part 2

Masterlist

A/N: So it’s been a while. Um, this really came at me out of nowhere and turned into a whole damn novel, not really but it was LONG. So cut them down to two parts. There’s one scene from two shows that inspired this and I just to write it. One is from ‘Criminal Minds’ and the other is from ‘Leverage’. I’m sure y’all have figured them out by the warnings I posted but hope y’all enjoy them. Sorry for any errors and any warnings I missed (let me know if I did so I can tag them) Leave me your thoughts. Ok, enjoy!

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The door to the loft made a loud noise as it slid open and made contact with the wall. The small group of friends stopped mid conversation as they turned their attention to the sound. A look of confusion written on their faces quickly changed to concern. Stiles appeared barely holding himself up against the wall, his left arm wrapped across his torso holding onto his right side and slightly out of breath. Scott being the closest to him, quickly made his way over and caught him before meeting the ground. Stiles was in bad condition. He was covered in dirt and his shirt was torn in random places. There was a nasty bruise forming around one of his eyes. His bottom lip had a gash across it and the werewolves could smell fresh blood on him. There were wincing sounds coming off him as he tried to move.

"Stiles, what happened? Who did this to you?" Scott asked, helping guide his best friend into the loft. A small groan escaped his lips as he took a seat on the red couch in the living room, the others slowly making way over too.

Derek being up in his room quickly finished getting dressed after hearing the bang of the loft door open. Thinking that the two friends had arrived with the food made his way down the spiral staircase, but the alpha's face instantly hardened. Everyone was surrounding the long couch with an injured Stiles laid across it, and Scott beside him gripping one of his hands drawing out the pain. But their female friend was nowhere in sight.

"Stiles, what happened? Where's [Y/N]?"

Derek walked over to them and stood in front of the pair, arms crossed. The worry was there, but right now he had to remain calm and figure out why there was an injured pack member and another missing.

Stiles kept his eyes on the ceiling not wanting to look at them. Throughout the whole drive to the loft, was filled with nerves and fear. He thought of how he would explain to his friends that he had lost their friend.

"Stiles," the boy winced at Derek's tone of voice.

Letting out a shaky breath, sad whiskey brown eyes made contact with concerned dark green ones.

"They came out of nowhere. I wasn't able to save her."

-

The two friends turned the corner of the store making their way to Stiles’ Jeep with a cart full of groceries. It was Friday and their turn to do the supply run for their weekly get together. Not like they see each other almost everyday already but who could stop them.

“You think we have enough?” [Y/N] asked as she neared the vehicle.

Stiles scoffed and grabbed a few bags, “[Y/N/N], we basically purchased the whole store. I think we’ll be fine,” he assured her.

Once they had finished loading, she offered to take the cart back to the rack by the doors while he started up the Jeep. Stiles buckled in and looked out his window seeing [Y/N] turn the corner to put away the cart. He glanced down to his phone, ready to text the pack they were on their way, when the passenger door opened and closed.

Still looking at his phone he spoke, “That was fast. Did you ru-” He turned to look at his friend but was greeted with something worse.

Kate. They hadn't seen her since Mexico. They thought she had bled out by the nasty cuts Derek had given her. But then, Argent had informed them that he and a few of his men had seen her down in New Orleans. That was 4 months ago. Somewhere along the way, the hunters lost track of her. She most likely caught onto them and hid. Now they didn’t know where she was. They didn’t pay much attention to her, thinking the Werejaguar wouldn’t make her way to them, but still stayed alert and asked Argent for updates just in case.

“Aw, what’s the matter Stiles, not happy to see,” she gave him a pout.

“At the moment, no. But who ever is really,” he bit back.

She made herself comfortable in the seat. Stiles watched her every move, not really sure what her intentions were. "You know it wasn't very smart of you to park beside the building. Where it's dark and away from the public eye." She gave him a knowing look, “I’d be careful if I were you,” she glanced at the outer rear view mirror. “We would hate for your friend to get hurt.”

Realization dawned on him. [Y/N]. He glanced at the rearview mirror and saw her trapped in the arms of a large guy, with his hand over her mouth. He quickly scrambled out of the Jeep and stood near the rear. Her eyes were wide with a few tears running down her cheeks. She had a few scratch marks on her cheek, Kate's doing most likely and the knees of her Jean's were dirty.

"Let her go you big lug," a pair of hands came up behind him holding on to his arms, keeping him in place. Stiles glanced at the guy, knowing well that there was no chance he'd win that fight but he would sure as hell try. Kate came into view and made her way to [Y/N] and her minion. She leaned closely to the scared girl's face and grinned. She brings up a hand to caress her hair as [Y/N] shuts her eyes flinching and tries to move away.

“Now isn’t she a pretty face. I see why the big bad wolf is fond of her,” she smirked.

Stiles noticed two more guys appear from behind the building. He was out numbered and had no chance from getting out of the guy's grip, “Just tell us what you want.”

A cackle left her lips. What she wanted? What she wanted was for them to feel the hurt and loss that she went through. She obviously couldn’t get her old life back. She lost her niece, her home, her family. And these rugrats got to live on with their lives as if nothing had ever happened.

“What I want, you can’t give to me. So I'm going to do the next big thing,” she gave a look to the guy holding on to the boy and then a slight nod. Stiles was thrown onto the ground following a kick to the stomach. [Y/N] thrashed in her captor’s grasp as she tried to get out of his hold to get to her friend and help, but was no use. She winced as they began to kick and punch him. Blow after blow and all she was able to do was watch as the look on Kate’s face showed satisfaction from the outcome. Once the blonde thought he had had enough, she made her way to him, the men stepping aside as she kneeled down to his level. Kate placed a hand below his chin and made him look at her.

“I lost my niece to you monsters. Now it’s my turn to make you feel my pain,” she leaned closer to his ear, “but worse.”

-

After Stiles had explained what happened at the mini mart, it was safe to say the group was pissed. The wolves more than anything. They had called over Deaton to check on him to make sure he didn’t have any sprained or broken bones. He had a few bruised ribs and some deep cuts on his head and on his arms, but nothing that a few stitches and some rest couldn’t fix. He shortly fell asleep on the couch after the vet had cleaned his cuts and given him some pain killers and left.

“Why would she only take [Y/N], why not both,” Malia questioned glancing at Stiles.

Lydia slightly rolled her eyes, “She was clearly keeping tabs on us. [Y/N] is the glue of this group, Kate must have known it would hurt us more if she went after her. Also, didn’t you hear what she said? She obviously knows [Y/N] is Derek’s weak spot even if [Y/N] herself doesn’t know it.”

The group took a glance at Derek, he was standing by the window looking out with a frown on his face and arms crossed. It was true. Derek did have a soft spot for the girl. She was his weakness and she didn't even know it. The pack knew he had feelings for her, but Derek chose from the beginning to not act upon them. But he was whipped. The small glances he made her way when she wasn't looking. When the pack would train together, Derek was still strict with the rest but just a bit less with her. He would always seem a bit lighter when she was present in the room and it took for her to be gone a whole week visiting family for the pack to notice his change in behavior and connect the dots. During fights, no matter what, he would always try to keep an eye on her. Making sure she was holding her own and at the ready to jump in if needed to. But like Kate and his friends said, he had a soft spot for her. He didn't want to act upon his feelings and have something start between the two of them for this very reason. If word got out that the alpha of The Hale Pack had a significant other, then everyone, allies and enemies would use her against him. Now, even when not getting together he had failed to keep her safe.

Derek closed his eyes and let out a soft sigh. Standing here and moping wasn’t going to help [Y/N] and the pack in locating her. He uncrossed his arms, got into alpha mode and made his way to the metal table where they were all gathered. He needed to treat this situation with a calm and clear mind, even if he was equally as scared as the others on the inside.

“Let’s split up and search the area for her," he began. "I’ll go check the store’s parking lot to see if I can catch her scent. Scott, Isaac, go to Argent’s house and see if you can get any info on Kate. Her last known location, previous ones, contacts, properties, anything. Malia, Peter, you check the woods. You’re more skilled in the outdoors, they could have taken a path through there. Erica and Boyd, you search the edge of town. Maybe Kate’s scent could be caught if she did leave the area. Lyd-”

“I’ll stay with Stiles and keep an eye on him," the redhead finished for him.

He gave her a slight smile and turned towards the others with a determined look.

"We'll find her, and bring her home. Now let's go."

-

[Y/N] woke up in a cement wall like room on the cold floor. After the whole parking lot incident, Kate and her goons had knocked her out and tossed her into the trunk of the car. She was in and out in between so she wasn't able to tell how long they were on the road or where they were going.

The room wasn't very spacious. The door was made of metal, bolted shut with no way of opening it from the inside. Typical. There was a small dirty cot in the corner. A single light bulb hanging from the ceiling flickering and slightly swinging back and forth. The walls had markings all round it. [Y/N] crawled closer and her blood ran cold. Claw marks. It seemed like this wasn't a normal room. There wasn't a window or any way for outdoor light to get in. They must have used it for other wares, keeping them locked in on full moons, which could explain the claw markings.

What the hell was going on? Why would Kate take her? Out of everyone in the pack she chose her. Not that she would want one of the others to be in her position. But, it just didn't make any sense.

"I see why the big bad wolf is fond of her."

Big bad wolf? Derek? No. She's probably working for someone else and was referring to them. Yeah that's it. Not Derek. But, this is Kate. She doesn't take orders from others, she makes them.

"-it's my turn to make you feel my pain, but much worse."

Much worse? How could she make it worse than death?

[Y/N] was still on the floor when the metal door opened. The same guy that had beaten Stiles walked in. There was no emotion on his face, it was just stone cold. Her eyes went wide and she slowly crawled backwards until her back hit the rough wall.

"Oh stop it Daryl, you're scaring her," a female voice made itself known. Daryl stepped aside. God, how she wished he hadn't.

Kate stepped forward with a menacing grin plastered on her face. There was seriously something wrong with her. Peter really should have made sure she was dead.

"What do you want with me?" [Y/N]'s voice shook a bit.

Kate began to stroll around the room, "Do you know what your part in all this is? The pack I mean," she asked. The woman glanced at the girl on the floor and saw fear written on her face. When she didn't respond, she continued.

"No? Well lucky for you, I've done my research. What I've observed is that you're an ok fighter. Not bad with research. But the main thing," she kneeled down close to the girl. [Y/N] tried to scoot further away but the wall wouldn't allow her to. "You're the alpha's weakness."

A confused look appeared on [Y/N]'s face. Her? Derek's weakness? That can't be true? Can it?

"Oh. You had no clue? Huh," she stood back up.

"They'll come after you, you know."

"Oh I count on it. But they won't find you anytime soon. Not till I say they do." With that, she and Daryl exited the room.

[Y/N] was left with her thoughts as so many unanswered questions loomed in her mind.

-

Three months. That's how long it's been since [Y/N] had been taken and held captive by Kate Argent.

The whole time had been miserable and just plain torture. Literally. The first few days [Y/N] fought. She’d fought and rebelled against them. They asked her questions about the pack, Hale secrets, the vault, everything they thought she'd know. In truth [Y/N] did know, but she would never talk. But it had all gotten too much for her. She no longer had any fight left in her to fight back against them anymore. When she wouldn't answer their questions or gave a snarky comment, she would get punished. They'd chain her up which would leave her wrists red and sore. There would be days where they wouldn't feed or give her water and make her starve as punishment or for their own amusement. They'd tie her up in a chair and make gashes on her skin, with either knives or their claws. The cruelest thing they've done was, in the secluded area where the house they held her at, they would set her free giving her the chance to escape and while they hunt her down. And it was always at night. They'd even take her out on full moons so the wares had something to do and let out their energy.

[Y/N] would be running in the dark, barely able to see anything. Tree branches would scratch her, logs and rocks would be tripping her and worst of all she'd be barefoot. Her shoes had worn out after the first few times. The weather hadn't been kind to her at all though it all. She'd run in the rain, nights were cold and the wind would be blowing, causing her scent to the wolves be more easily tracked.

She'd climb tree branches if she was able to and hide behind bushes, but she couldn't hide from them long before either red, yellow or blue glowing eyes came into view. That was another thing. Kate was never present while the others had their “fun” with [Y/N], always had her men do it for her. What [Y/N]’s noticed is that, no matter what damage they cause her, what pain they’d make her feel or just by simply being in her presence, they’d always be shifted. Claws and glowing eyes visible, staring right at her.

The light bulb had gone out a while back, must have been an old one if it burnt out so soon, so the only light that could be seen was from underneath the door from the lit up hallways outside. [Y/N] was shivering on the cot and the thin blanket provided for her wasn’t helping at all, especially not after being chased again in the rain the previous night. Or was it earlier this morning? There was no clock to tell time nor windows in the room to tell if it was day or night. [Y/N] was just wasting away, at least they had given her some food before the chase. But didn’t last long in her system as she threw it up between runs. Though today was different.

She hardly sleeps nowadays so when the loud noise of the padlocks from the door were heard, she didn’t flinch anymore like before. Kate had told her goons that once they were done with chases to give [Y/N] a rag and a bucket of water to at least clean herself. So when those very items were presented before her, she wasn’t surprised and gladly took them. Though she had noticed the person handing them to her was not as built and rough looking as the others. [Y/N] hesitantly looked up and straightened up a little. Kate hardly ever came by to see her. She must have come by three times, not counting the time when [Y/N] first got situated in the room that first night. This wasn’t going to be good.

“Wow, they really roughed you up good out there didn’t they.”

There were a few twigs and leaves in her hair, too tired to care she left them in not bothering to pick some out. Her right cheek was scraped from slipping down the tree trunk while climbing up, and her feet were never in good condition since the loss of her shoes. Believe it or not, this was nothing compared to previous one’s. She had a sprained ankle and a broken arm once, all in the same night.

“Well, go on clean up. Wouldn’t want your boyfriend and friends to see you all messed up now would we.”

[Y/N] was about to dampen the rag when she let what Kate said fully sink in. To see me? She looked up in Kate’s direction and let a look of confusion appear on her face.

“What do you mean,” her voice croaked. It came out raspy, hardly ever needing to use it since she never talked or made any noise. “To see me?”

Kate grinned and leaned against the wall with a foot propped up behind her. Her silhouette could only be seen as she was near the door where most of the light was let in from the hallway, but her feline, green eyes were the only thing that could be seen.

“Today’s your lucky day, Dorothy. You’re going home.”

[Y/N] froze mid wash. Home? Really?

“You’re Lying.”

Kate smacked her lips, “I could be or not. Up to you if you want to find out.”

[Y/N] continued to wash herself with her captor in the room while contemplating over the idea. [Y/N] didn’t know what to do. Of course she wanted to see everyone again, she missed them so much. But this was too easy. Kate couldn’t easily just hand her back over to them, she must have something in store for her and her friends. At this point [Y/N] didn’t have much to lose though, she in a way is already dead while not being so. Whatever Kate’s play is on this, [Y/N] was going to risk it. She had to try.

So [Y/N] set aside the rag and bucket and looked at Kate, “Fine. I’ll do it.”

Kate uncrossed her arms, pushed herself off the wall and made her way to stand in front of [Y/N]. She had this look on her face mixed with amusement and curiosity. The girl had guts Kate will admit.

“You sure? This could be all some trick of mine to kill you without even knowing,” she leaned closer to her face. “You willing to risk your life?”

[Y/N] glanced up and looked her straight in the eye, “Yes.”

Kate grinned. She began to walk away but turned around and made [Y/N]’s vision go dark.

-

Three months. It’s been three months since the night their packmate was taken and the pack wasn't able to find much information on Kate or [Y/N]. They for sure knew that she wasn't in Beacon Hills anymore.

The night [Y/N] was taken, Erica and Boyd were able to track down her and Kate’s scents on the edge of town. But after 3 miles, the scent was gone. They assumed they were taking her East, where the land got more deserted.

The pack was on edge. Lydia and Stiles worked with Argent most of the time, trying to figure out Kate's location. They would get in contact with some of her old hunting buddies and try to get any information they could get their hands on. Some would talk, others wouldn't, in fear of what Kate would do to them if she found out they blabbed on her.

Malia, Scott, Erica and Boyd would make calls to other packs they have come across in their times traveling and inform them on their situation. Hoping they may have seen Kate or [Y/N] wandering around their areas, or seen anything suspicious relating to the werejaguar. All they would get were that there were no sightings of such but would keep an eye open. Some had seen Kate but kept their distance not wanting to engage, but had commented that it was months ago before kidnapping [Y/N].

Derek was the one pushing himself too hard. Having the feeling that this was his fault, was searching none stop. He would look up surveillance cameras everyday, hoping to get a glimpse of the werejaguar or one of her men. He would drive to neighboring towns and do a few rounds sniffing out empty buildings in hopes that Kate might have planted something or slipped up in some way that would lead them to finding her. But had no luck. Peter began to worry about him going alone and decided to join him on these searches.

It was 10:45 at night and the two Hale men had just pulled up to the loft, finishing up a search that had taken them all day and night to drive from. Derek shut off the car and leaned against the steering wheel, letting out a sigh. He was beginning to lose hope in ever finding them. Kate was smart. She would never leave any tracks behind. This was her game, with her rules. She was probably watching them right now laughing at their pain and they would never even notice.

Peter hated seeing his nephew so broken. They may not get along much but pack was pack. As much as he hated to say it, their friend had grown on to him. She was the youngest after all, following Stiles by a few months, so he felt more protective over her.

Peter glanced at his nephew, and looked back out the front window, “We’re going to find her nephew. She’s pack, surely we would have felt her loss through the bond at some point these past few months,” there was a pause “especially you.”

Derek sat up and turned to his uncle, “Why? Because I’m the Alpha and it’s my re-”

“Because you’re in love with her,” Peter gave him a stern look cutting him off.

Derek’s eyes widened but returned back to their normal gaze. In love with Donnie? He couldn’t be, right? Sure he liked her, but Love? Love was a sensitive subject for the young Alpha, never did give it much of a chance. Not after Kate. He had thought she was his forever but when he found out she was just using him, the simple thought of finding his forever partner was just not in the books anymore. Thinking back on it, Derek never did feel anything of the sort that would indicate Kate was the one, let alone love her. The need to protect them, the constant worry when they weren’t in sight or near them, the slight tug in their chest being drawn to them. None of that was felt with Kate. However, when [Y/N] came into the picture, that’s exactly what Derek would feel when the thought of her would cross his mind. She was everything he didn’t know he needed. [Y/N] was playful but knew when to get serious, was cuddly and very loving but stepped back when need be, and was just a light in Derek’s dark world. So, maybe he was in love, just didn’t want to believe it. Didn’t want to risk his heart and end up being broken again.

“I know that you were aware of that detail and were hesitant about getting close to her for this very reason. But you have to understand. Even if you had initiated something, something was bound to happen. Whether to her or the pack, danger is all around us dear nephew,” Peter began to remove his seat belt and turned to him. “I know we haven’t had it easy, especially you. But don’t let the unknown stop you from trying to find peace, to be able to find love and happiness again. It would only make you more miserable.”

The young Hale stared ahead as his uncle got out of the vehicle before he followed after him to the building’s entrance. Halfway up the stairs to their floor, a familiar scent made them stop and look at each other. The two sped up the stairs and paused in front of the door. With a slight nod from Peter and claws drawing out, Derek pulled open the door.

“You really should get a new security system,” a mental box with wires stringing out of it was tossed at their feet. “This one’s broken.”

They followed the direction it was tossed from and their gaze was met with a certain blonde that they had been tracking down. There laying on their couch, as if she hadn’t just taken one of their packmates hostage, was Kate Argent in all her glory giving them a playful grimace.

In one quick sudden motion, Derek had lunged at her and pinned her to the wall by her neck. Peter was left there in shock, debating whether to let the man do damage to the woman or pull him away to figure out her play.

The woman chuckled, “Oh, now this brings back memories.”

“Where is she?” Derek demanded. His claws extended around her neck, canines barring at her, along with his crimson red eyes.

Kate batted her eyes at him, “Whatever do you mean Derek, I just came by to say hello.”

“Don’t play any games here Kate. Where the Hell is [Y/N]?”

“Derek, as much as I would prefer you to continue. But, you need to let her go,” Peter slowly made his way to his nephew, but stood back a few feet. “She has [Y/N], we need her alive to figure out where she is.”

Derek’s gaze never shifted from the current anger he held towards the woman. Nothing would satisfy him more than finally getting rid of Kate from his life. But, Peter had a point. [Y/N] was more important right now. So in defeat, Derek let her fall to the ground with a little more force than needed to be and walked away from her taking out his phone in the process. She wouldn’t be going anywhere, not without giving them answers, so the rest of the pack had to be here too.

Kate rose from the floor while rubbing the soreness away from her neck, “Always such a gentlemen.”

Half an hour later, the others had arrived and had kept their distance from the woman, but still a watchful eye on her as they discussed how they would go through with this.

“We could always beat it out of her.”

Everyone gave Stiles a look.

“What? She’s done it to all of us, what’s wrong with giving her a taste of her own medicine.”

“What’s wrong is that she wouldn’t break. It’d be useless on our part,” Lydia pointed out.

“I could always tell you where she is,” the pack looked at her. She was leaning against one of the wall windows, picking her fingernails, well claws.

They all returned their gazes back to each other, “Seems too easy if you ask me,” Erica spoke.

“She came to us,” Stiles glanced at Kate, giving her a death stare, over everyone’s shoulders while Peter began. “There must be something in return she wants. Something we all aren’t going to be willing to accept so easily.”

There was a cackle, “Old man’s right. But, you all better decide quickly.” Kate strutted her way near them and placed her hands on her hips. “Clock’s ticking. Not sure how long she’s got left, before little ole [Y/N] goes night night,” she bared her canines at them. “For good.”

[asterekmess]

S3A - E7

So, I’m starting this episode right after finishing the last one, and I’m still kinda riled up from that bullshit. Let’s get to pissing me off and breaking my heart then. Blood/gore mention warnings for this episode.

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Let’s just jump right in:

Starting right off with forcing myself into putting the tag in. Scott literally just listened to his mother say that giving this woman something to lessen the pain of her injuries could complicate things and make it harder to treat her. This is like an important medical thing. While yes, it’s really upsetting that she would need to keep being in pain, she needs to be able to identify and explain what exactly she’s feeling to the doctor who is going to be arrive really soon (though I have no idea why the nurses aren’t able to get these people set up. That’s what they did with me? I didn’t see a doctor for like an hour, but they didn’t make me sit in the fucking waiting room before dealing with the blood.) Her pain level will have a direct effect on how quickly she’s seen. This moment is meant to show Scott being soft-hearted, but with the doctor only ten minutes away, he could literally be making this woman’s life a whole lot worse by taking away her pain right now. There is a reason why after I was given pain killers for my surgery I wasn’t allowed to be near any heavy objects. Her pain is keeping her from irritating her wound. She could fuck herself up if she stops responding to the signals her body is trying to send her. This is not the right way to make Scott look kind. He looks like an idiot who doesn’t even listen to his nurse mom.

WHo the FUCK would keep driving with a bunch of bugs in the car? She’s not even on the interstate! PULL OVER IDIOT.

I’m actually agreeing with Scott on this one. I have no idea how medically accurate what melissa just did was, but it look pretty damn cool.

WHat the hell is this conversation? First off, Ethan, you made VERY clear in the last episode that you want to bite Danny even after he said no. Even if that was the possession talking, it was based on what YOU wanted. Danny’s not safe with you. Second, what is this bullshit about knowing Lydia is the important one? Important to Stiles and ALlison maybe. Scott literally never talks to Lydia. THIRD how exactly did you guys come up with that idea when you went after them on the FIRST DAY? You sniff him on them? cus’ if so your noses are damaged.

what...what is with this ghost car shit? She was in the middle of the city, more than ten minutes away from the hospital and behind the traffic caused by the ten car pileup. How did the car drive itself ALL THE WAY here?

Ethan. you’re an alpha. you have night vision. You shouldn’t need to ask what the fucking MOTH in the middle of the driver’s seat is.

HI NOAH! I’ll be honest. I missed you. You’re a really good actor and you just make me feel all safe. WHich is weird bc I hate father figures and I hate cops. Linden Ashby is just too good, I guess.

It’s so frustrating watching Deucalion walk around with humans pretending to be blind. Because he is. He is Pretending to be blind. He’s already proved like a dozen times that he can see just fine when he turns on the Alpha eyes. Which doesn’t make SENSE because Deaton said his iris’ were permanently damaged. He doesn’t have two different sets of eyes! And it sucks, bc they put in these little things that it would’ve been awesome to see if they included an actual blind person properly. The casual use of the cane, taking someone’s elbow and the trust that implies, and even this. Having (that looks like ethan’s coat) Ethan explain what’s in front of Deucalion, describing the scene to him.

DEREK YOUR SECURITY SYSTEM SUCKS. HOW DID THEY DO THAT WITHOUT YOU WAKING UP? WITHOUT CORA NOTICING?

Also, Cora, you look amazing, can you please be my friend and can I hug you? I love your shirt.

I HATE THIS BITCH. Fuck you Julia.

uhh....why is an English teacher filling in for a chemistry/geometry teacher? That’s not how substitutes work. Making a joke out of it doesn’t make it make any more sense. SHe shouldn’t be doing that, especially if Harris has been missing for a while.

So your office can keep werewolves out, but not darach? Okay, let me go full conspiracy theorist here. we only know Deaton saw the moths because we see it. He just tells Scott that he’s going to be taken. This is a story that Scott is telling, so he couldn’t know that deaton saw the moths unless deaton told him. Julia is currently teaching a class. Are you seriously saying she doesn’t need to be involved at all in order to do these kidnappings? She can just put them on a timer and let the autmoatic spellwork do the job for her? OR Is deaton lying about being taken, and this is just a test he came up with to force Scott’s “True Alpha”ness to the surface? JUlia clearly had other plans for her sacrifice. I don’t think Deaton was a ‘distraction’ to keep Scott from finding the actual sacrifice. I think it was Deaton using the situation to his advantage.

why does deaton have a canine acupressure chart on his wall? I’ve never seen a vet’s office have that. Does he do alternative medicine for dogs??

BOYD. ISAAC. MY BOYS. I can’t tell you how much I love this. It’s so sneaky and annoying and so pack-ish I just love it so much.

BOYD YOU ARE A GENIUS BOY AND I LOVE YOU.

I swear, like ninety percent of what the ‘adults’ in this show say is ‘go back to school.’ ‘shouldn’t you be in school’ yadda yadda. Like, they want so badly to write the teens as though they never have to go to class, so they just make them constantly skip and ignore that these are fucking teenagers who would never be able to get out of school that easily, and they handwave it with someone occasionally going ‘hmm, weird that they aren’t in school’ and then just ignoring it? Truancy is like a THING that you can get in major trouble for. At least Boyd and Isaac called in sick. You know how you could have avoided all this class bullshit? PUT THE FUCKING SEASON DURING THE SUMMERTIME DUMBASSES.

It just hurts seeing Stiles beg for Scott not to make him tell his dad, and then turn right around and admit that it’s not okay for him to let other people suffer just because it scares him that he might lose his only parent. Like, he walks into that sacrifice with eyes wide fucking open and it hurts.

I’m not talking about these dumb sex scenes anymore. I’m so tired of them.

OKay, can we talk about the fire alarm thing though? It sounds like a jokey kind of thing with Aiden teasing Lydia about wanting to leave during the fire alarm but... Remember how Lydia was haunted by Peter’s burnt corpse? How she can hear the cries of the dead, and how she went wandering into the crumbling remains of the Hale house? There’s every chance that Lydia remembers the fire through Peter’s eyes. I wouldn’t be surprised if she was forever freaked by fire alarms.

Man, Cora and Lydia, together? The sass involved? If I didn’t ship Allydia so hard, I’d totally ship Cora and Lydia.

ONce again, I wanna point out that AIDEN IS A MURDERER. Literally all it would take is someone Explaining to Lydia that he is serial killer and she’d never touch him again.

Cora and Stiles together? I’m loving it. I just, wanna point out that when Scott showed up Cora couldn’t have given less of a shit. But here....Cora doesn’t remotely question Stiles’ authority here. She immediately goes along with it and when he tells her to let go of Cora she does. Even though she has no real reason to. When she asks about the spirit board, it’s a legit question and she doesn’t argue or make fun.

PLus there’s the whole ‘Well do you know any spirits” which straight up just confirms for me that ghosts and shit are real in this universe. I trust the Hales as lore sources and Cora’s matter-of-fact tone is good enough for me.

jesus christ i wanna get deucalion and Peter in a room together and watch them just...monologue random facts and trivia at each other endlessly. “Lacrosse was originally played by Native Americans.” “Do you know what a metronome is?” Guys. come on.

Exasperated Stiles is literally my favorite Stiles. “We’re trying to save lives here for the love of god” “YOU”RE SOMETHING, OKay? JUST put out your Hand” It’s so fucking good.

Someone EXPLAIN TO ME how Scott learned to do fucking gymnastics. WHEN DID HE LEARN THIS? I hate this bullshit “I’m a werewolf, so I can do anything” shit. Especially since it’s LITERALLY just Scott they let do it. Everyone else has to actually do the work to learn it.

So...how exactly does Deucalion know where Deaton is? This literally just supports my theory that Deaton set the whole thing up.

ALSO, since I already have the tag I feel no shame in pointing out that Scott didn’t even HESITATE when he learned Derek was going to die. He immediately asked about Deaton. Yeah yeah, Deaton is a father figure to him, but if that’s an acceptable excuse for Scott to use now, then it should count as an acceptable one when it’s STILES” FATHER BEING THREATENED (but I digress, we’re not there yet.)

How did I never notice that Lydia’s Left handed?

andd.....how did Lydia know that? How did Scott know that? What did Deucalion say that even remotely hints at Danny? Scott doesn’t know about Danny’s paper...what?

Fuck yeah, vengeful Boyd. I dig it.

uh....why couldn’t allison just stand next to Scott in the closet. you know, like she did while he was getting in? Also, why was Allison hiding with him anyway? It’s HER HOUSE and HER BEDROOM.

um....okay, i know that we all like the sterek fics where they have to hide in the closet and one of them pops a boner...but I’mma be real, it’s a lot more uncomfortable when I know she broke up with Scott and they’ve been in there for like ten seconds. Plus there’s the whole knowing that she DEFINITELY has enough room to move away and so does he. *shrug*

Side note: Allison where the fuck do you get these clothes? THey’re both awesome and...kinda weird? Did you buy that dress in france?

okay, i’ll admit it, i do actually kinda like the camera angle through the map, with the blacklight lighting up the symbols (though the symbols flash on and off a little too fast). It’s kinda cool.

uh, how would taking the picture help? You don’t have the blacklight over it? None of the markings are visible anymore

why does Chris keep walking in and out? AND WHY DIDN”T ALLISON DO THAT THE FIRST TIME?

Stiles in plaid and Converse? Yes. Yes. please. That’s so my aesthetic I’m so fucking jealous. He looks COMFY.

This whole interaction is just so fucking weird XD

But like, why would Stiles know to go through Danny’s stuff instead of just asking him why he might’ve been targeted??

HOW WOULD THEY KNOW TO CUT THE POWER? THIS DOESN’T MAKE SENSE. Why does the ALpha pack keep showing up with way more information than they should have? It’s so annoying! It’s one thing if Morrell is feeding them information, but she wouldn’t have KNOWN about this! This was a good plan and there’s NO REASON the Alphas should’ve known what Boyd, Isaac, and Derek were doing! What the fuck?

....god i love Derek’s red eyes.

....god i hate that I know where this is going.

....god i wish he’d just let them tear her apart.

I know that it’s meant to be setting up the cora/stiles thing, but I love that she doesn’t hesitate to touch him, and that when she stops him it’s with a very quiet “stop.” She’s really gentle with him, which is just fucking nice. Werewolves taking care to be gentle with Stiles is like...nice.

Since when did Scott know about the plan with Boyd and Isaac? Since when did Stiles know? Is Boyd seriously texting Cora while Derek and Kali are fighting, or did he text her as soon as the power was cut?

is this the first time we see a werewolf bounce off the mountain ash? I mean, I think so, but we also see Peter in S1 try to get past some. There’s no glowing when he comes into contact with the shield. It’s the same with Isaac and Erica in s2. I mean...I guess they’re just trying to upgrade the ash stuff? I gotta say though, I kinda prefered when there were no special effects. It seemed cooler when literally the only thing making it work was belief and having this totally invisible barrier that Peter couldn’t cross. It was cool.

....i think i’m procrastinating seeing the end of this fight. I’m gonna fucking cry.

Why...why does Isaac turn and yell ‘wait’ to Boyd when he was the one running forward to Julia? I am confusion.

Dude, if Alphas could break through mountain ash barriers then Talia Hale WOULDN”T HAVE DIED. THE HALE PACK WOULDn’T HAVE DIED.

I wanna point out here, that this fight between Derek and Kali makes sense for once. Him losing makes sense. We know that the Alphas are much older than they look, or at least Kali, Deucalion and Ennis were. Aiden and Ethan don’t show up in that flashback. ANyway, Kali’s probably in her thirties or forties. SHe’s much older than Derek and she’s been fighting for a lot longer, not to mention fighting to kill.

Seriously, someone get my boy a quarterstaff to knock her feet away.

I really really don’t understand this stuff. Why is it whenever people (I mean Derek, because it’s literally always Derek) get forced to use their werewolf claws/teeth (because again I cannot believe this is happening more than once) he for some reason can’t just...shift back? Retract his claws and fangs? Derek has amazing control, he should totally have been able to do it. With the venom it made sense, he was paralyzed. But now??

What exactly was the fucking point of having Scott break the mountain ash barrier, just to have the sheriff show up and shoot Deaton down? That was literally useless.

also, Noah is an amazing shot. Hot damn.

ALSO. LIterally all this info about true alphas is being whispered to Scott when he’s all alone? How the fuck am i supposed to trust that deaton even ever said that shit to Scott? He could totally be lying about it.

WHAT KIND OF TOTAL BULLSHIT BACKWARDS ASS PLOTLINE IS THIS? After half the season being about Deucalion attacking Derek and trying to get him into the pack, suddenly “Deucalion isn’t after Derek, he’s after you” WHAT? THat’s the STUPIDEST LAZIEST SHIT I’VE EVER SEEN.

and to end my rant BOYD SHOULD NOT HAVE DIED. ARE YOU KIDDING ME? PETER STUCK HIS ENTIRE HAND THROUGH DEREK”S CHEST IN SEASON 1 WHIL IN HIS ALPHA FORM AND THREW HIM INTO A WALL AND DEREK SURVIVED JUST FINE. WHAT IS THIS NONSENSE???

Final Thoughts: No. No, no, no no, no, and no. The ‘plotline’ of this episode is literally like fifteen things that have nothing to do with each other.

Admittedly, there were a few nice moments. Cora, Lydia, and Stiles was an awesome trio. Boyd, Isaac, and Derek was an awesome trio. The sheriff? Amazing. Melissa? A fucking hero. Danny, a genius saint.

All in all, I’m going to tear this episode to shreds in order to rewrite it. Get fucked, Davis.

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

hey! thank you for everything that you do! you are awesome. im just wondering if you any fic were Stiles is fae? thank you!

We sure do. - Anastasia

till the moon has taken flight (to the waters and the wild) by WindyRein

(5/10 I 1,426 I Not Rated I Steter)

It's not fair! But he knows already that life isn't fair, doesn't he? He can feel the bitter smile curling his lips.He, if there is such a thing anymore, floats and is torn apart and doesn't exist. (but that would be kind, wouldn't it?)

Bloody Secrets by cywscross

(1/1 I 3,085 I Teen I Steter)

Stiles has silver in his veins.

Peter could’ve done without finding out this way though.

Somewhere to Start by Lissadiane

(1/1 I 3,352 I Teen I Sterek)

Stiles has always known that he isn't quite human - the plant life that tends to sprout around him whenever he gets upset or excited gives it away. He's never really fit in among the regular people in Beacon Hills and is determined to wait it out, go to college, and find somewhere to belong. He's forced to abandon those plans, however, after he desperately agrees to enter into an arranged marriage to save his father's life.

An arranged marriage with an angry, sometimes furry dude with trust issues. It's all very Beauty and the Beast, without the singing candlesticks.

Dance Under the Moonlight by Therapeutic_Steter

(2/2 I 3,440 I Mature I Steter)

Fae!Stiles saving Peter from Pack's stupidity and washing his hands of them. Please?

The Other Side by Green

(1/1 I 3,769 I Explicit I Steter)

Stiles doesn't know anything about his father, only what his mother told him, that he's human. Despite her words, Stiles has had his doubts. So when the queen sends him through the veil, he's nervous and isn't sure what to think.

Seven Years Falling by InfiniteAlexisA

(1/1 I 3,880 I Not Rated I Sterek)

“I don’t mean to!” Derek yelled throwing his hands in the air.“DON’T YELL AT ME!” Stiles screeched, his entire body going up in flames.This is what Derek gets for dating a fire elemental.

we're not so different (you and i) by colferstilinski

(1/1 I 5,621 I Explicit I Sterek)

For many of the fairies that lives here, Utopia is their sanctuary—haven, in other words—and why shouldn't it be? It never rains on this stretch of meadow, the clouds in the skies always pink with interest and it smells like the breaking of spring every dawn and dusk.

Stiles detest it, the least to say.

It’s too much and he hates swinging along with the status quo with the other fairies. Yeah, with their blooming shades of colours and the shimmering, silken tunics they don on and fuck, the limitless sparkles. There’s even a new trend going on with the younger generation where they gather allium blooms to form a flower crown, oh—with added glitter!—and it makes Stiles wants to roll his eyes.

-

Or the fic in which Stiles is a fairy and wants to escape the horrendous, boring world of fairyland to have an adventure. And by adventure, he means meeting Derek. The plant. Or... not-so plant.

Cold Iron by the_problem_with_stardust

(5/5 I 5,641 I Teen I Sterek)

Derek thought the disaster that ended with Kate Argent almost burning down his family home was a relationship worst-case scenario. So, when Dr. Deaton reveals that his current girlfriend is not what she seems, Derek is ready to swear off romance forever. In an attempt to escape his well-meaning (but insanely overbearing) family, Derek volunteers to take over remodeling the small cottage that was left to the Hale siblings in his grandmother’s will. Connemara is nothing like California, and Derek feels like his luck just might be looking up.

salt and a waltz by The Byger (Byacolate)

(1/1 I 7,433 I Explicit i Sterek)

"Not that lubed-up Q-tips aren’t the sexiest thing in the world, but I kinda want to know what it’s like, you know. To be impaled on your huge dick without actually being impaled.”

“It was about to get sexy there, but you shot the mood right in the face.”

In which Stiles is a faerie and Derek is sick and tired of not being able to fuck him.

Don't You Wanna Be My Sky? by WhoNatural

(1/1 I 9,420 I General I Sterek)

Stiles got ratted out by the Realm Guard for sneaking off with Scott a total of seven times before his dad buckled, promising sabbatical once Stiles reached Faehood, and enough Earth culture in the meantime to have him talking like a born-and-bred Californian teenager.

He just didn’t have the tan.

(Or, in which Stiles is a Frost Fae sent to the Earth Realm on the Fae version of Rumspringa and immediately falls head-first into a Coffee Shop AU)

No Love in Idleness by Elpie (Horribibble)

(2/2 I 11,687 I Explicit I Sterek)

Stiles is the sole grandchild of none other than Robin Goodfellow, the most mischievous faerie ever to wreak havoc among the Folk and Man alike. To the people of Beacon Court, he is at best a merry wanderer of the night.

At first, Ser Derek is inclined to agree, but the little bird on his shoulder has quite a bit to say about that.

Trees are always a relief after dealing with people (except when they aren't) by ravelqueen

(1/1 I 15,889 I Mature I Sterek)

Derek Hale decides to become a hermit before he reaches 25. Too bad he picked Beacon Hills as his retirement home.

(Or the one where Stiles is a wood nymph/pixie/human hybrid who falls in love with his new grumpy werewolf neighbour)

Broken People Get Recycled by poemwithnorhyme

(1/1 I 16,389 I General i Sterek)

Nothing is ever just calm in Beacon Hills. No, something always has to go wrong, and this time, it's Stiles' turn in the spotlight. That doesn't mean he has to like it. Post S2 AUFae!Stiles

The Magic's in the Coffee by xxxillusionxxx

(8/8 I 17,596 I Explicit I Sterek)

Ever since the tall, muscled, leather-clad werewolf had begun his daily coffee routine at the Skullery—a horrendous name in Stiles’s opinion, but his boss was a skeleton who thought he was terribly clever—an impromptu competition developed among the baristas.

When Trust is Everything by hellbells

(12/12 I 27,913 I Teen i Sterek)

For a secret to remain true then only one person can know it; if not then it will come out. Beacon Hills is the converging point of several secrets all wrapped up in the supernatural. For Stiles, the unravelling of several will let him find peace, love and safety in the arms of his true mate. The only question is can he trust a Sourwolf and his pack well enough to show his true self.

It just might be the one thing between Beacon Hills and safety!

(Or observe the really awkward distrustful courtship between a Sourwolf and a hidden Fae Mage)

A Little Bit of Sunshine by 100KlicksAway

(21/? I 29,600 I Mature I Sterek)

Stiles woke with a start, dreams of pixies flitting around his head. He’d dreamed… He’d dreamed that he was a wolf? Or…. He wasn’t sure. Something with fangs… His mouth had been dripping blood in his dream, and when he woke, he could still taste the thick copper taste coating his mouth.

Stiles has been working hard for the pack since Scott was bitten. They leave him out more and more frequently, though, until Stiles realizes that he's strictly unnecessary. Then, the pack's activities throw him into danger and he ends up in a shitty situation with no one helping him.

Stiles leaves Beacon Hills. He doesn't care anymore, he just... Needs out.

The Last Chills of Winter by LeeHan

(1/1 I 42,525 I Explicit I Sterek)

“He didn’t magically charm me,” Derek shot back in his defense.“Oh, so he just regular charmed you?” Laura said with a smirk.“What? No,” Derek growled.“Was he hot?”“No! He just—“ He just had a laugh like a sun shower. Fuck.

We Follow Darkness Like a Dream by GreenasCole

(10/10 I 51,106 I Mature I Sterek)

When a mysterious note is left on the Stilinski's door it leads Stiles and his best friend Scott out into the woods on quest for answers about Beacon Hills's most infamous tragedy. After a surprise encounter with a monstrous wolf the two boys are hurled into an ancient and terrifying world, only for Stiles to discover he was secretly a part of it all along. Will he manage to survive the insanity of Fae politics and avoid the enemies that are suddenly crawling out of the woodwork to find a place in this new world? Or will the very revelation of his existence be the catalyst that plunges both worlds into war and chaos? And why can't Scott just stop teasing him every time he catches Stiles looking at their new "friend" Derek too long?

Laughter in the Dark by Starshaker

(13/? I 56,148 I Mature I Sterek)

Stiles is a fae. A trickster spirit with too much curiosity for his own good and a knack for getting into trouble. When he's just trying to help things don't go to plan and coincidences don't seem to end up for the better.Trapped, isolated and aching to get home, though it's better than what Gerard would have had planned for him initially, Stiles learns to deal with his new set of circumstances.

The Fairy's Wolf by kuki

(57/? I 90,602 I Explicit I Sciles)

In a world where non-humans mingle with humans in public schools until they became of age, about high school age, going instead to a specialty finishing school, a young halfling fae fights to stay with his friends. His fear of losing touch with his best friend, a young Alpha werewolf, has the pair pushing their relationship to the edge; and their relationship has the world on the brink of war.

-or-where I apparently ship Skittles hard now, hate myself with this work load on top of my school work, switch up species because f-u that's why, make up mythology, and try to give Derek a nice life.

Where You Still Remember Dreaming by yodasyoyo

(15/15 I 95,612 I Explicit I Sterek)

“What’s your name? I can’t keep calling you Balto.”

“What’s yours?”

“Stiles.”

Derek raises an eyebrow. That isn’t his real name. There’s no way. But now he thinks about it, he has a vague memory of someone, probably Uncle Peter, telling him that with the fae, names have power. “I’m Miguel,” he says.

“Lie.”

“Are you trying to tell me your real name is Stiles?”

Stiles runs his tongue across his teeth and considers Derek carefully. “Fair enough,” he says, “Miguel it is.”

Grabbing his groceries and pocketing the change, Derek turns to leave; he’s nearly at the door when Stiles calls out, “By the way, Miguel, if you’re interested, it’s two for one on bags of kibble at the pet store down the street.”

Derek doesn’t look back, doesn’t hesitate, just raises a hand and flips him off on the way out.

[lifebeginsbyleaving]

Totem poleing through the woods 101

Stiles didn't know why he ended up with meatball gravy dripping down the side of his face and mashed potatoes globbed in his hair, but he was certain it was Lydia's fault.

But that is no where near the beginning, so let's back up.

***

After Boyd and Erica almost died, after Boyd almost didn't survive Derek's claws things changed.

It started the moment Boyd was gurgling it wasn't Derek's fault, that it was okay, around a mouthful of blood. Derek told him it wasn't and let out a heart wrenching roar that set Stiles in motion. As Derek held Boyd's wounds while sobbing he was sorry, Stiles grabbed his shoulder like he could hold them both together. He called Deaton and Melissa before helping Derek stop his most staunch beta's bleeding. Stiles remembered what Deaton said about being a spark. He needed to be a bridge between the two points to connect the power. He had to envision the path to create the destination. He needed to be the spark in between that let the power flow back and forth, maybe he could do that here. Maybe, but he definitely had to try. He moved to Boyd's other side and started to pry Derek's hands away.

Derek reacted immediately. "Stiles what are you doing, stop!" Derek looked into his eyes questioning with an edge of danger.

"We both know Melissa or Deaton won't get here in time." As if to prove his point Boyd spit up more blood.

"No! He's not dying! He can't I- I can't be the reason he dies. Stop Stiles let me save him. I can save him." Derek pleaded like convincing Stiles was all it would take to make it true.

"It's not your fault, and we both know you can't save him."

Derek looked ready to protest.

"But maybe I can. I don't know for sure but let me try."

Derek's eyes wavered down to Boyd and back to Stiles, but his hands held steady.

"Please. Do you trust me?"

Derek's head turned slightly to the side before hesitantly shaking up and down while moving his hands.

Boyd moaned in pain. That drew both of their attention to his face in time to see his eyelids flutter shut and his head became dead weight in Derek's grip. Derek looked wrecked and Stiles couldn't even begin to think about what he would look like if this didn't work.

Stiles placed one hand over Boyd's wounds and the other on Derek's chest.

He willed that this would work. He willed it with every fiber of his being. The power Derek absorbed from his beta would flow out of Derek, through Stiles, and then back into Boyd. He would take his power back and use it to heal himself. Boyd would be okay. Boyd would be okay. He saw it. He willed it. Boyd will be okay. I am a bridge. Boyd is where I envision the power going. The power will flow through me. Derek will not lose a beta. Boyd will be okay. Boyd wil-

He felt a tingling sensation in the fingers pressed to Derek's chest.

This is working.

I will take the power from Derek, it will flow through me and into Boyd.

It was no longer tingling in favor of wrapping itself around his arm burning it's way to his chest.

It will flow through me.

When it reached his heart he let out a scream as his eyes shot open with a beta gold shine. It felt like he was on fire.

It will flow into Boyd.

He felt it gripping its way down his other arm.

It will flow into Boyd. It was just the faintest feeling on his fingertips now.

Boyd will be okay.

Boyd sat up with a roar and shining eyes.

***

Then they had to get Erica back. Defeating the alpha pack wasn't easy, but they now knew what it felt like to almost lose a pack member so they fought. They willed her back. They got her back, and she was okay.

After that things started changing. Even if it was a snail's pace things were changing. Derek was different. Like almost losing two of his betas reminded him that he could, and that it would hurt. No matter how much he tried to keep them from his heart, they had it. He was their alpha and they were his betas for a long time, but almost losing them was the first time he realized they were a pack. Then he realized it wasn't just them. Scott and Stiles had crawled into his heart no matter how many times he would deny it. Every new threat they grew together more. Soon Lydia was added, then Jackson, and even Allison won her way into his favor. The first big change was when the alpha pack reminded them that they needed to be a pack or at least fight like one, but all the little changes were what started making them a pack. It didn't happen the first time it was suggested or even the second but slowly they all realized it, so pack training started. With it came trust exercises and bonding. They slowly became less and less hostile and more like they were actually trying to learn.

After one too many train yard training jokes from Stiles they moved it to the preserve, and after one too many complaints about getting slivers in his ass from sitting on tree stumps Derek told them to meet by the Hale house next time.

***

Everyone knew this was a bad idea. The wolves could feel the tension in the cool autumn air, they could almost cut it with the claws begging to come out. Stiles was vibrating with anxiety. Nobody said anything because what do you say, 'Oh hey are you sure about meeting by the house where your family got brutally burned alive? Are you totally sure because we could move to left a little bit, you know, right over where you buried your dead sister. Or are you not emotionally over that enough to be here?' Stiles had to talk or he would explode.

"So Derek isn't here yet. Anybody find that strange? He's never late to a pack meeting or training. He's usually the first one. No scratch that, always the first one." Stiles kicked some dirt.

Jackson scoffed. "I bet he's eager to get here Stilinski."

Stiles crossed his arms to match his mocking face and to warm himself, damn super heated wolves weren't even shivering and he was the only human not dressed appropriately. "I know that assbag, I was just pointing out maybe this isn't the best idea." Stiles flung his hands out to gesture to the scorched house.

Jackson rolled his eyes. "Well why do you think we're here? You couldn't shut up about your little tush being sore."

Stiles smirked. "I love that you said tush and not ass. It totally doesn't discredit your whole asshole rich bad boy vibe."

The corners of Jackson's mouth lifted slightly. "Shut it."

The rest of the pack snickered.

"Oh yeah why don't you make me... bad boy." Stiles added the dramatic pause to goad him.

Jackson was full on smiling now. "You're on Stilinski!" He rushed Stiles and took him to the ground in .2 seconds flat.

Stiles yelped. "Scott! Erica! Help me!" He managed to not get trapped into a headlock while they dove to the rescue.

"Isaac! Get Stiles' legs!" He could barely get it out around huffs of laughter.

Isaac went to move Erica out of the way and Boyd came up behind him to pin him. Lydia started yelling strategy to her boyfriend as Allison twisted an arm away from hers. There was a writhing mass of fighting limbs and lungs heaving in breaths and letting out laughter that was visible in the chilled air.

Scott was finally triumphant. "I got you buddy. Go! Save yourself. Remember me." Scott acted like he was drowning deeper into the sea of moving bodies writhing on the dirt and crunchy leaves.

Stiles wriggled free with a dramatic, "I'll always remember you Scottie!" He stood up just in time to see Erica get elbowed in the face.

"Oh it's on Lahey!"

Stiles let out a laugh over his inevitable demise. His laughter was cut short by seeing Derek across the yard. His fists were clenched and his face was tense as if to try and stop the torrential mixture of emotions that were on his face. His eyes were flashing in between colors so fast that any other time Stiles would make a joke about not having clear driving instructions, except this time he could tell green or red they meant stop. It was out before he could stop it.

"Derek."

It was like his voice was a curse freezing the pack and, after a deadly silent pause, banishing Derek to a dead sprint into the woods. He could not tell what it did to himself, his heart seemed to be running with Derek and frozen in place all at once.

There was a silent pause.

Isaac spoke up. "Should someone go after him?"

"I think he needs some time, but I don't think we should stay here." Scott spoke the first part plainly from his experience with spooked animals, and the second disguised from meaning we shouldn't have been here at all yet they knew both.

Slowly everyone left, all but Stiles, Scott, and Allison.

"Hey Scottie can you take Ali home on your bike?"

"I thought we were going to go over 18th centu-" Only she could look so dejected after not being able to talk about daggers for three hours.

Stiles looked apologetic. "Can we do that next weekend? I promise I'm not canceling on you. I want to clean up here a bit so we don't leave anything here." He gestured to the dozen or so empty water bottles and four towels scattered along with the crisp leaves.

"Sure Sti. Just text me." She smiled at him. "We could wait? Or help?"

"Nah I got it. You guys go."

Scott handed her a matte black helmet that matches his except it had a shiny black fleur-de-lis on the side. It had been Stiles' idea for their first year anniversary, but it was still so coupley it made him want to throw up in his mouth a bit. Scott looked at him strangely, then as Allison moved to the bike he gave him a hug. He looked into his eyes and told him, "Maybe he's not ready to talk about it."

Stiles looked at him puzzled until he spoke, "I know Scottie, you said that already."

Scott gave a sigh like something already happened that he warned against. "Okay."

With one final indecipherable look they sped off.

Stiles was humming "All I want for Christmas" while he was cleaning up.

He had gone through a few more songs and he still had a water bottle and two towels to pick up as he started softly singing, "Cold hands." Every time he'd get close to something that needed to be picked up he'd get distracted by a branch that should be cleared, or an abandoned nest that he needed to look at, or a worm he had to help to a more wet puddle. His feet seemingly took longer to take him where he wanted to go. He leaned up slowly with a groan and stretching out like he was too old to pick things off the ground after each item.

As he reached the last water bottle his thoughts drifted from his eclectic music choices to Derek. How he was alone. After being betrayed by his pack. They had played a game on the sacred ground that served to him as a shrine to his family- they fucking wrestled on it. They basically spat at his past. He confronted a place with so many bad memories- no he invited them there. He invited them there because Stiles was uncomfortable, and they didn't even think twice.

And now he was alone, because none of them knew how to comfort him. They didn't know how he would react so they didn't even make sure or ask if it was okay. He was alone, because he lost people close to him and that made them uncomfortable. That made Stiles feel terrible, he remembered what it was like after he lost his mom. How everyone would approach him with pitying eyes and too gentle hands like he wasn't Stiles anymore, like he was only broken.

Stiles hurriedly picked up the towels and threw them in the back of the jeep to be washed later. He stalked out into the woods with purpose.

His purpose was quickly derailed as he found that trees share a striking resemblance to each other and do not go, 'Hey you over there! Yes you! Follow the yellow blinking tree road and you'll find Toto,' but they do have very trippable roots especially if you're a Stiles.

He was lost. Very lost.

And did he have signal? No. Why ever would the universe shine in his favor like not getting stuck in the middle of the woods! To die of hypothermia!

Well the hypothermia was not as likely because it was Cali, and it isn't even night yet, and it was only the beginning of fall. But still! He was alone! And that thought got him back on track, Derek was alone too.

"Derek! Can you hear me? Where are you? Derek!"

He went on trekking and yelling Derek's name. He turned his face upwards to curse the sky and missed a tree branch that blocked his path.

"Whoaaa- Ow!" Stiles moved to sit up.

"Ow! Great! Just great! Sprained ankle. Yay fun." He grabbed a stick to help himself up.

"Stupid self for being inconsiderate. Stupid pack being stupid and making me feel bad so I have to go find Derek. Stupid Derek for running so far into the woods. I bet he's laugh his ass off while listening to me struggle. Uuuugh. Derek! Hurry your sourwolf ass up and find me already!"

He hobbled a few more steps and he felt something in the air. He stopped.

"You're either Derek or something that might as well just eat me now, cuz I'm not running."

"You're hurt." Came a gruff voice he would know even if he couldn't hear a Lydia Martin level deafening scream anymore.

Stiles let out a long suffering sigh. "It's about time. Did you stop to eat a little fluffy bunny on your way to resc-" Stiles started turning around and saw the puffy red marks already healing on his arms, neck, and face. "You're hurt." Stiles said with emphasis.

Derek finally got to his side and grabbed his shoulder and arm to lead him to a near by log. "I asked you first."

"Technically neither of us asked questions."

Derek rolled his eyes as he knelt down in front of Stiles. "Stop being a pain in my ass. How did it happen?"

"I thought I'd be funny to mortally wound myself." Stiles flailed on the log. "What do you think dumbass. I fell. Now you. What happened to you?"

Derek looked up from where he'd been inspecting Stiles' ankle and had started to pull the pain.

He mockingly threw out his unoccupied hand. "What do you think dumbass. I ran through the woods." Derek smirked and Stiles scoffed.

"Yeah but-" Stiles poked his finger into Derek's chest as he said the next word. "You- oh graceful werewolf- do not run into things, like us mere humans."

Derek quickly looked back down at his ankle. "I was running fast."

Stiles let out a disbelieving noise. "Oh whatever. You always run fast, but you don't always get these-" Stiles brushed his fingers under what was a gash when he first saw him, now an almost completely healed minor cut on his face. Derek snapped his gaze up and into Stiles' eyes at the contact. Stiles' throat seemed to forget what words to form next. "Um they-they are um-" Stiles seemed to realize his fingers were still stroking Derek's face. He pulled his hand away.

Derek seemed to be drugged by the contact and unconsciously leaned into it.

He ached to touch Derek's face again, but Stiles' hand was still retreating until he realized it was gone. He brushed his fingers against his cheek again. Derek's eyes fluttered closed. "It's gone."

His eyes opened again and he spoke with a dry throat. "Wh-what is gone?"

Stiles' fingers still danced along his cheek. "The cut. It's gone." Stiles smiled at him. "I must be your magical healing drug."

Just like that whatever fragile moment they were having was shattered. "Stiles why are you here?" There goes Derek being distant again.

"You mean what is my purpose in life or wh-"

"Why are you in the middle of the woods alone." Derek asked annoyed.

"Oh you know looking for unicorns I've heard if you ask really nicely they'll stab bearded green eyed were-men that get on your nerves and here's to hopin." Stiles clasped his hands together and batted his eyes at the sky with a dreamy expression, one that was quickly wiped from his face to be replaced by a no shit Sherlock face. "I was looking for you dumbass."

Derek raised an eyebrow and Stiles knows that eyebrow raise. That is the eyebrow raise that means I'm about to say something very mean, but it's because we are edging into sensitive feelings area. "Sorry Stiles, I thought even you would know not to follow someone who, very clearly, didn't want to be followed. But forgive me for being a dumbass by not realizing how pathetically dumb you are. I'll make sure to spell it out next time, dumbass." He finished with none of the earlier lighthearted banter and all the edge he could muster. He stood up and turned like he was going to leave.

Stiles grabbed his arm. "I'm sorry. We weren't thinking. We shouldn't have messed around like that. It was disrespectful and crass. We can go back to the reserve. I'll pack lawn chairs. Just please forgive me. Forgive us. We didn-"

Derek turned back with wide puzzled eyes. "You think I'm angry at you?"

Stiles floundered for words. "Um. Well I mean I- Yes." Stiles looked puzzled now and squinted. "Aren't you?"

"Why would I be mad?" Derek asked like he couldn't think of a single reason.

"Um for starters? We wrestled on the ground that used to be the home that got taken away from you. That place holds so many bad memories for you and you found us laughing. We basically laughed at your past trauma. And I'm sorr-"

Derek waved his hands. "Stiles do you know why I don't go back to the Hale house anymore?"

Stiles could tell this was serious. "Uh... because of the trauma, and bad memories, and stuff?"

Derek shook his head unflinching in Stiles' insensitivity. "The silence. It is deafening. Especially to me. I can hear things you never even knew made a sound."

Derek moved to sit beside him on the log and stared down at the ground in front of them, he knew how much that meant. It meant Derek was trusting him enough to speak to him, trusting that Stiles would listen.

"And sure I can hear the leaves rustling outside, and the birds, and everything else, but inside? It's dead noise. There's nothing except me." He looked at Stiles haunted. "I don't go to the house not because of bad memories, but because of the good ones."

Derek looked down at his hands. The only way Stiles could tell he was crying was because he brought his hand up to wipe his face. "I still remember what Cora's little feet sounded like tottering down the hall. I remember hearing my little brother watching cartoons on Sundays. I remember Peter playing Marco Polo with my cousins, but instead of saying Polo he'd say, "Daddy loves you." I remember my dad singing while cooking and my- my mom hugging him from behind so she could sing him the next line. I-" His voice cracks and Stiles doesn't know how much more he can take and he doesn't know if he's thinking of himself or Derek. "I remember when I would wake up from nightmares and I would focus on every single heartbeat in the house till their rhythm soothed me to sleep. I remember focusing on every little sound every one of them made when I was learning to control my shift. Now there-" His voice broke, too filled with emotion. "There is just silence."

There was a pause and after hearing how much he hates the quiet now Stiles ached to fill it for him, but could not find the words.

Stiles finally spoke, "I'm sorry."

"You don't have to be sorry it wasn't your-"

Stiles waved his hand and bulldozed over him. "No I'm not sorry about the fire. Oh shit no! That's not what I mean! I mean I am sorry for the fire, but not now. Well I mean I'm still sorry for the fire just that wasn't what I meant and-"

"Stiles." Derek said plainly.

"Derek?" Stiles looked uncomfortable.

"What did you mean."

He let out a deep breath before speaking. "I meant I'm sorry we went there, and we caused you pain."

"You still don't understand. I wasn't mad because you were laughing and having fun. Stiles that was my home. There are far more good memories there than bad, even if the bad are the most memorable. That's not why I left, I left because I was overwhelmed with having a pack to fill the silence, but then as soon as you all saw me you stopped. I left because I couldn't be the reason for silence again. Not again." He could tell he was crying steadily now.

Stiles spoke softly, "Derek."

He didn't look up at him. Stiles turned towards him, and cupped his hand around the back of Derek's neck. He looked absolutely wrecked.

"Derek, that wasn't your fault. You know that right? We've been over this. What she did was not your fault, and the reason we were quiet was because we didn't know how you were going to react."

Stiles started wiping his tears.

"They do it every practice. As soon as I start talking, they stop joking."

"Because you are their alpha."

Derek's eyes flashed.

"Exactly. That comes with power and respect. They respect you, and when it's time to get serious, they do. They are not falling silent Derek. They are listening, listening to you. We're always ready to listen to you. Or to fill the silence, which I am particularly good at. You just have to tell us what you need."

Stiles' thumb started stroking his neck at some point, and with how much more relaxed Derek had become, he wasn't about to stop.

There was a pause.

"Thank you. And you're actually surprisingly good at both." He mumbled the last bit, but he said it with honesty.

Derek looked lighter, like he had let something heavy off his chest. Curse werewolf healing, his eyes weren't even red or puffy anymore he was already back to Greek god mode like it never happened.

Stiles' hand left his neck to squeeze Derek's shoulder into him, in a half hug. "Anytime man." Then he slapped his back lightly.

Stiles looked around and noticed that it was getting dark out. "Well I'd love to stay forever, but mosquitoes are getting a little too chompy on the first date so..."

"Forever? You couldn't handle it for more than five minutes, you baby. Besides I have more important things to do than stay here, with you." Normally Stiles would brush it off, but he said it with a note of bitterness and any hit towards their reciprocal, but half unwelcome feelings made him upset.

"Right... okay. Let's go jackass."

Stiles moved to get up, away from Derek, and forgot about his hurt leg, so he promptly landed in a heap on the floor.

Or he would've if Derek wouldn't have caught him and sat him back down.

"You have to do that on purpose. Nobody could be that clumsy."

"Believe it or not it's god given."

Derek smirked. "More like baby dropped."

Stiles put a hand over his heart. "I take great offence to that."

"Yeah well, my recompense will be carrying you to your jeep."

Stiles stilled, like he hadn't thought about how he was getting back. "Don't be stupid. I can walk. Like a man." He was still stinging from Derek's dismissal of him.

"Stiles already without a sprain  you don't walk like a man. You flail like a baby horse."

"1. Baby horses are called foals. 2. I most certainly do not! And 3. You are not carrying me, you ass."

"Stiles just get climb on my back." Derek said flatly.

"I am most certainly not getting a piggy back ride from you like a fucking two year old!" It was spoken with conviction, but punctuated with a stamp of the foot. At this point he realized he was being ridiculous.

"Why not, you're acting like one?" Derek looked entirely unimpressed at Stiles' gaping face. "Besides you do it with the pack all the time."

Stiles realized that this was a stupid thing to argue about, what Derek said was already forgiven, even if he didn't want to, because he knew why he said it. It wasn't even that bad, but he had chosen his rock and god damn him if he wasn't going to die upon it! "I would rather starve in these woods than be piggy backed to safety!"

Derek let out a growl of frustration. "So I'm guessing princess carry is out."

"Do not doubt my ability to find wolvesbane in this forest."

Derek scoffed as he scrubbed his hand down his face. "Stiles I doubt your ability to find your own ass in this forest."

"Maybe mistletoe then." Stiles started looking around.

"Mistletoe doesn't grow in this forest." A fond look found its way to Derek's face.

Stiles leveled him with a glare. "I'll plant it myself."

Derek laughed genuinely and Stiles forgot what they were arguing about.

"Fireman?"

Stiles looked over his shoulders. "Where?"

"Tch. No you idiot! Fireman carry."

Stiles thought about Derek fireman carrying him to safety and somehow when they got back to his jeep Derek was in complete gear sans shirt and jacket. He let him down with a 'You're safe now' and who was even dousing him in water!? Why was Isaac in his daydream and who gave him a fire hose!

"Absolutely not."

"Well then what else is there!" Derek threw his hands up. "Stop being ridiculous. You have to be out of stupid shit to say by now! Just get on my back."

Derek should have know Stiles will never be out of stupid shit to say. In fact he should have known it would come across as 'I dare you to say even stupider shitier things' in great big flashing neon letters.

"I could get on your shoulders."

If he wasn't an atheist Stiles had never seen a more impressive Jesus give me strength face worthy of the second coming.

"Let me- You kno- How- What ev-" Derek moved his hands and paused them with every start and stop.

"Do yo-" Stiles began.

"Oh no. Nope. Em em. Ah ah." He gave the zipping motion to Stiles.

A few seconds later Stiles was about to start talking again and he made the motion again. He let out a groan.

"Let me get this straight. You want me to carry you. On my shoulders. Two miles. Through the woods. All the way back to your jeep."

"Yes." Stiles replied like it was obviously the best solution and made no sense why it had taken him so long to catch up.

"Okay. Okay. Stiles?"

"Yes?"

"Explain me this, how is getting a piggy back ride less dignified than TOTEM POLEING THROUGH THE WOODS AT DUSK!" Derek was heaving and his eyes were wild.

This is the part any sane person would have been like, 'You're totally right dude. My bad. Thank you for carrying me. Let me just hop on your back.'

This is the part Stiles said, "We would be piggy backing at dusk too." When Derek gives him the murder eyebrows he continued, "I mean it's a moot point. They both would be at dusk so why even bring it up?"

Derek's face flashed 'how is this my life' briefly before pinching the bridge of his nose, letting out a deep breath, flinging both of his arms out, then letting them slap against his legs. "You're right Stiles how dare I bring up that it's dusk. It was stupid of me."

Stiles gets a shit eating grin before saying, "Well, at least you admit it was stupid." Stiles planned to take advantage of what was going to be a dark drive home to thank his lucky stars, because of how many times he'd seen Derek smile in one night. Even if this time it is heavily riddled with exasperation and eventually reluctant affection.

"We do need to get you home soon. And although I am in favor of letting your head whap against countless tree branches along the way, I'll have sore shoulders in the morning."

"You won't be sore, you have werewolf strength."

"Stiles. You're heavy." Derek almost added a duh, but didn't.

Stiles' mouth fell into an O shape. "Did you just call me fat!"

Derek growled and stalked closer to growl in Stiles' face. "Pick a position or I'll pick one for you!" He spun and walked to lean against a nearby tree.

Stiles was glad for the falling darkness because of his rosy cheeks. "Piggy, fireman, princess, and totem are all out. What if I just put an arm around you and limp along?"

"That would take forever."

"Hm. True."

"I could always carry you under my arm like a dead piece of wood." Derek offered disinterested while staring at another tree right in front of him.

"Ha ha."

"I'm serious.  I'm two seconds away from knocking you out and doing as I please."

"Okay fine I think I have it. Come here."

Derek pushed off his tree and met the hobbling Stiles next to a wide tree. He stood in front of Stiles.

"Okay now wh-"

Stiles pushed off the ground with his good leg and the stick while jumping up. Stiles' arms grappled around Derek's shoulders, after dropping the stick, and his legs secured as well as he could, but he new he was going down without werewolf reflexes.

Derek's hands roughly grabbed his ass, but the surprise momentum pulled him forward and Stiles' back crashed into the other tree.

"Ow!"

Derek's voice came out muffled from where his face smooshed into Stiles' shoulder, "Well then next time warn me!"

Stiles adjusted himself in Derek's grip and moved his hands to Derek's neck. "Move! My back is getting bark imbedded into it."

Derek stood up straight and took Stiles with him. "I wasn't the one wh-" Derek stopped. It was dark, but not dark enough that he couldn't see that while he was looking at Stiles' eyes, Stiles was looking at his lips. Nor was it dark enough for Stiles to not be able to see how beautiful Derek's lips were when he was sassing him. Stiles looked back up and my God his lips were beautiful, but his eyes were majestic. Stiles loved them even more when they trailed down to look at his lips. He smirked and started to lean in.

Now this would be a terrible time for Derek to drop him.

"Wham! Crack! OW!"

"Holy shit! Fuck! Sorry!" Derek knelt down in a hurry.

Stiles was moaning in pain. "Not only did I hit my ankle you dropped my tailbone right onto a tree branch asswipe!"

Stiles saw black veins crawl up Derek's arm and he slapped it away. Derek looked about as hurt as Stiles felt.

"If you take too much pain, you'll be too weak to carry me dumbutt. And I'd rather not die from freezing to death in these woods, which is becoming increasingly more likely!"

"You're hurt. And did you just call me a dumbutt?"

Stiles was starting to get seriously irritated from the pain of quite literally being dropped on his ass because Derek didn't want to kiss him. Whatever, it was a bad idea anyway. "Yes. We've established that cave wolf. Me hurt. You Derek. Fire hot. Tonight cold."

Derek seemed to be snapped out of his trance. "You're cold?"

Derek was getting on his last nerve. Stiles started moving his hands wildly while getting up with Derek's help. "Oh gee I don't know. Why would I be cold right now? In the middle of the woods! At nightfall. With only a flimsy jacket. Should I say a list of things I am right now and save us some time? Okay first, I'm cold. We've established that. Second, I'm tired. Because even though I should've been catching up on all the sleep I've missed while researching every possible threat under the fucking sun that decided to mess with us just these last few months, I haven't been able to sleep since the last pack meeting, too busy worrying about what to say to you! Third, I'm hungry as shit. No lunch today because I had to help Malia, Issac, and Scott cram study. Fourth, I just want to be home, but I'm stuck out here with you! Which, by the way, I have no idea how that keeps happening! And fifth, I'm hurt. Both of which I'm blaming you for! I don't care if they both happened because of me! They are both your fault, and you are letting me pick what kind of takeout we get for the next three pack meetings!" He finished his rant by sticking a finger right in Derek's face.

Derek nodded his head and seemed to be taking it all in.

He dropped his finger and let out a deep breath.

Derek broke the charged silence. "You forgot upset and frustrated with me."

He narrowed his eyes looking like he was trying to decide whether to take it as it was intended, as a lighthearted olive branch, or to blow up again. He started to open his mouth.

Derek interrupted before he could speak. "I'm sorry Stiles. I didn't mean to upset or hurt you-"

Stiles scoffed.

"Even if it does happen without me meaning it. I am sorry." Derek looked sincere.

Stiles nodded his head as he yawned. "I know I'm just-"

"Just tired? Cold? Hungry? Upset?" Derek smirked and he could never stay mad at that face.

"S-something like that." Stiles' teeth started chattering.

Derek moved close to him and gingerly brushed his cheek with his knuckles in mirror of what Stiles had done earlier. Stiles' eyelashes fluttered and the white clouds momentarily stopped billowing from his mouth.

"You are really cold. We should hurry." Derek said with concern.

He moved back a little and Stiles couldn't tell if he was swaying because his balance was off or because he was at war with himself on whether or not to follow that wonderful warmth. He focused back to reality and saw Derek moving.

"What are you doing?"

Derek gave eyebrow raise number forty -eight, 'Go on. Try reeeally hard you'll figure it out.' before Stiles felt a calming, comfortable warmth settle around his shoulders. He almost moaned out loud at the heat seeping down to his frozen bones.

"This is your jacket."

"How very intuitive of you." He snarked as he held both sides of the collar so it wouldn't fall off as Stiles put his arms in.

"Your favorite jacket." He started to put his arms in slowly.

"What makes you think it's my favorite? I have a lot of leather jackets."

"Because you wear it as often as you can without wearing it too much so you don't ruin it. You always wear this one to important things. It reminds me of one time when I was at Scott's I almost borrowed one of his hoodies, but he nearly clawed me to pieces because it's the one that Allison always wears. You're like that with this jacket. I've seen you openly avoid letting people touch you when you're wearing this, even the pack. Wait I think it wa- Was it your-" Stiles trailed off.

Derek nodded knowing what he meant. "It was my dad's. It survived the fire because a week before Cora had spilled fruit punch on dad and it got on the liner, so it was at the dry cleaners. My mom would steal it sometimes because she said it smelled more like him than he did some days because of how much he wore it. Now it's the only thing I have that smells like both of them without smoke."

Stiles felt his stomach drop out. He hurriedly started to take it off. "Oh my god Derek! Why would you let me wear it then!" Derek stopped him from taking the coat off.

"No it's okay. Whenever my mom said he was going to tire out his jacket from wearing it too much my dad always said 'you can have useful things, but they're only things worth having if you use them fully'. When I first found out that they had his jacket I never wanted to wear it, but then I thought about him. He would've wanted me to wear it. I felt guilty whenever I saw it just hanging in the closet. It made me feel empty looking at the jacket my dad used to fill. Eventually I grew into it and wore it as a comfort, but lately the only reason I still smell them on that jacket is because I picture their scents. Besides you're cold."

Derek looked like it was genuinely okay that he was wearing it, almost like he approved while zipping the zipper.

"I- I don't even know what to say... Thank you Derek."

Derek smiled at him. "You always know what to say."

They shared a pleasant pause before Derek spoke again.

"Now we have to get you home."

"Alright turn around and crouch down."

Derek shot up a questioning, amused brow. "What do you mean?"

He sighed. "Don't make this any harder than it has to be."

"I haven't a possible idea what you're talking about. Maybe you are referring to, how did you put it, 'I am not getting a piggyback like a fucking two year old' hm?"

They both were trying to conceal rapidly growing grins.

Derek continued with a wide smile. "Maybe you would prefer to totem pole through the woods?... At dusk."

They both lost it. Stiles doubled over in laughter, and Derek's face betrayed nothing besides pure glee and happiness as laughter shook his shoulders.

Stiles was nearly breathless as he attempted to stifle his giggles in a leather sleeve. "You ass."

"You're the one that said it." Derek spoke still with a face splitting smile. "I still can't believe you did."

Stiles shrugged and looked at him. "Now I'm glad I did." His eyes trailed down. "I love it when you smile with your teeth."

Derek looked down then away at the completely fallen night. "We should start heading back."

He turned and crouched. Stiles settled in as a soothing weight and calming warmth on his back. After he wrapped his hands securely around his neck, Derek slowly lifted to his feet while gently grabbing Stiles' thighs, careful not to jostle his hurt ankle. They could never do this again and Derek would still never forget what it felt like to have Stiles this close, even if it had only been for a couple seconds so far.

"Giddy up werewolf."

"I can still leave you here." Derek said even as he started moving.

"You know I don't believe your threats anymore."

"All alone with no one to save you."

"The moon would guide me back."

"Last I checked she's more my ally then yours."

"Exactly. You need me, so she'd bring me back to you." Derek steps seemed to falter for a moment and he gripped harder into Stiles' legs.

Derek seemed uncomfortable. "Oh? She would, would she? And did-did you read that in a book?" Derek asked cautiously.

"What? No. Should I have? Is there a book about the moon guiding people?" Stiles scoffed. "Tales and tails: Lunar sherpa edition?"

"Mythos of the moon mates." Derek said seriously.

Stiles snickered and Derek started to chuckle as well.

They were silent for awhile, and Derek could get used to being this close to him. His normally jackrabbiting heartbeat was calm against his back. His breath was gently fanning across his ear and neck keeping Derek warm. He ached thinking about how similar curling up on the couch with him would be.

"Does it hurt when I'm this close?"

Derek nearly choked. "Ah uhm how di- what?"

"Oh sorry I was just thinking does it hurt when I'm this close and talking? Like are your super ears sore? What would happen if I screamed this close?"

"Oh. Well it's kind of uncomfortable, but the 'super ears', as a literal five year old put it, are easy to deal with once you learn control. I can almost dial it. And what might happen is I might drop you on your ass, but on purpose this time." Derek softened his senses because he knew the shit. He had no doubt Stiles would 'see something' and 'have to' scream.

Stiles took him by surprise. "Is this better?" He whispered right by his ear.

Derek nearly dropped him. "You know I think it's about the same. It must be a directional thing. You can just talk normally. Please talk normally."

Stiles turned his head away and laid it on his shoulder. "Better?"

It was slightly better and slightly worse. "Is that comfortable for you?"

Stiles yawned. "It's so comfortable I could fall asleep." The only thing that bothered Stiles was that before the heat from Derek radiated to half his face now the cold was biting at his face.

"Then go to sleep."

He yawned again. "I shouldn't. I have to get back."

"I'm carrying you. Then, I'll drive you back. Go to sleep Stiles."

"Okay bossy." His words sounded muffled from how his cheek was smushed into his shoulder.

Stiles was slowly drifting off with the rhythm of Derek's steps. He was in the tired delirious stage right before slipping into unconsciousness. He groggily lifted his head up to the sky.

"Oh wait, I forgot to thank the stars."

Even though Stiles couldn't see it Derek's eyebrows rose. He too looked up at the crystal clear sky and bright twinkling stars. "What?"

"I forgot to thank the stars that I got to see you smile and laugh so much tonight. Tonight was a good night." Like he had never spoken Stiles' head thunked back down, but this time he faced the other way. Stiles' frozen nose burrowed into his neck and his breath came out in warm puffs. Normally he didn't get the whole werewolf deal with smell, but with his nose pressed against Derek, his cologne and scent smelling like safety made him think he could.

Derek could feel his neck and face heat despite not having the warmth of a jacket, he had something better, the warmth of a Stiles.

"You sprained your ankle tonight Stiles."

"I don't care. Doesn't-" Stiles yawned, "matter. I made you laugh... I love you when you- when you la-"

Derek could tell Stiles lost his fight against sleep as his heart rate calmed. His own however was beating faster than he had ever heard Stiles'. This wasn't an 'I love it when...' thing, he had said 'I love you when...' and some how that made a big difference.

He always tried denying and fighting this thing they had and both were aware of because he knew he was only good at two things. Hurting people and getting hurt. Derek knew Stiles wasn't going to hurt him, well at least not on purpose, not with how many times he's saved him. Still, he knew he could never really love someone, not if he cared for them. Because that's how he felt, he cared for Stiles, he didn't love him. Because everyone Derek loves ends up hurt or hurting him. They end up dead or making Derek wish he was instead.

He cared for Stiles because he really should've been using a different word, but it scared him and it didn't matter before. Stiles didn't even like him that much, before. Before Stiles was softly snoring in his ear and drooling on his neck. Before Stiles said something stupid. Before he said something that snapped Derek out of his denial, and reminded him just how much he wanted. Derek knew what he would've said if he hadn't fallen asleep, but he couldn't help only hearing what he wanted to.

Stiles loved him.

AN This is part one for Sterek week prompt outdoors. Part two will be published tomorrow for movie night. Thanks for reading!

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Little Red Riding Hood

theo raeken imagine (smut)

theo goes into heat and it’s all your fault. 

crossposted on ao3

With only the vaguest plan to find Liam as soon as possible, you set out to find the only other person who might know where one of your best friends and pack mates was, Theo Raeken. 

He and Liam had been getting along now if very tensely and most of their time spent together was them both working off their aggression and breaking each other's noses. And now you were desperate to find Liam, desperate enough that you'd go ask Theo for help. 

The only times you'd ever talked to him had been around other people, never like this, never alone. 

You hesitate outside of his apartment door, Derek having turned his old abandoned warehouse into decent housing in between alpha pack attacks and hunters. He probably already knew you were here, heightened senses and all, but you couldn't bring yourself to knock on his door now that you were standing outside. 

Would he even help?

You shake your head and knock loudly. It doesn't matter. You'll make Theo help because Liam needs it. Because Liam's running wild in the middle of a heat and he could get hurt or hurt someone and he'd never forgive himself after.

“I was starting to think you'd never knock,” Theo says as he opens the door, leaning against the doorway with his shit eating smirk in place. No matter how good of a liar he was, that smirk was always on the verge of giving him away, his lips always lifting up ever so slightly. 

Of course Stiles has caught on.

You don't bother with pleasantries, “Help me find Liam.”

Instantly he tenses, “hunters?” 

“No,” you hastily add, “nothing that bad. He's in heat and gave us all the slip this morning. Kira fell asleep while on watch. Now we don't know where he is.” 

Theo snorts, “why didn't you just chain him up. He told me that Scott locked Hayden in Lydia's basement.” 

“Yes well,” you said with a shrug, feeling awkward as you stood in the hallway without being dismissed or invited in, “If there's no unbonded werewolves around, a pack is enough to keep a werewolf in heat in control. Or at least that's what Lydia and Deaton were on about. Besides when does chaining someone up ever work around here. Liam always breaks free.” 

“Scott's too soft,” Theo says without any real bite behind the words. He isn't a threat anymore you remind yourself. And if he made himself one again Stiles wouldn't hesitate to murder him regardless of Scott's stance. 

He'd saved Liam’s life. 

“then you’ll help me?” 

He shrugged, “I don't see why I'd be more help then-,” 

You roll your eyes, not willing to waste another second exchanging witticisms with Theo, “think you asshole or track him down with those heightened senses of yours,” you tell him as you turn an walk back down the hallway, not bothering to check if he's following. “We're on preserve duty.” 

He laughed, catching up to you quickly, “are you always this bossy.” 

“When it come to my friends safety then yes,” you say, glancing over at him as you both make your way down the stairs. His eyes are the deep blue of oceans that are only ever seen in documentaries, unscathed by civilization as they meet yours. 

“Should you even be out looking for him,” Theo questions, “he is in heat after all.” The slight upturn of his lips gives him away. 

“Shut the fuck up,” you snap, not in the mood for Theo and his games. Unlike Scott, you'd chosen to believe Stiles’ hunch about Theo. “We’re pack and it's Liam. He would never hurt me. We’ve been friends since our moms met at those maternity class things.” 

Theo simply arches a brow but says nothing as he leads you both to his truck, cleaner inside than you'd expect from a teenage boy. 

*

It's daytime so there's actually people in the preserve. Not many, but those people who exercise and actually go into the woods to enjoy nature and not track down the latest supernatural threat. 

What had your life even become. 

You don't even pretend that you can keep up with Theo. It's something you'd come to terms with quickly. Your pack but going up against a werewolf or whatever head on would never work. So you improvised. 

Without you having to say anything, Theo slows down, keeps pace with you. It's nice. 

The sun is shining but it's not hot and the trees provide plenty of shade. 

But no Liam. 

“Do you hear anything,” you ask, glancing over at him. The plan was to split up and cover as much ground as possible as fast as possible, but the preserve was huge. 

Theo closes his eyes, head tilting to the side as he focuses. Being a chimera his senses aren't as heightened as Liam’s or Hayden’s but they're still much better than yours. 

The act of focusing has softened his features, shit eating smirk gone flat, the arrogance and patronizing expression that is all Theo is gone for once. You know he's hot, you've always known that. But the way the sun hits his face, he looks like a boy you might kiss. 

You look away. It's Theo. You can't think like that about him. 

He opens his eyes back up, looking down at you by his side, sighing, “I don't hear or even smell anything. Are you sure he'd come here?”

Shrugging and aggressively ignoring how close to him you were standing you respond, “we have no clue where he'd even go. Mason’s at his house and Corey went to go check at his old school. Malia and Lydia are on Hayden duty. Stiles is checking in with the station. Kira's at the school. And Scott's running around town.” 

“Your his pack,” Theo states patronizingly, “shouldn't you know where he'd go.” Anyone else and you'd be offended but much like Malia’s bluntness, Theo’s always being a smug little shit. 

“That's kind of his problem,” you retort, “he doesn't have anything to anchor himself or did you forget what you did so quickly.” You don't mean to sound so harsh, it's just not in your nature to stay angry for long, but you’re frustrated. Liam and his IED while in heat sounds like a ticking time bomb. 

Flatly, Theo replies, “No,” before turning around and continuing down the path.

He doesn't wait for you to catch up, just keeps walking. 

Now you've done it. If he does anything stupid in a temper tantrum it'll be your fault. 

God. 

“Theo,” you call out breathlessly, nearly running to catch up to him, “Theo I didn't mean it. It was a shitty thing to say especially after everything you've done since then.” 

He stops abruptly and you nearly run into him. “But that’s what your always thinking right? No matter what I do that's always what you all will think of me. Right,” he spits out his hands gripping your arms. 

“I’m sorry,” you repeat. It doesn't feel like nearly enough. 

“Don't,” he says coldly, still holding you in place, “don't apologize for saying what your thinking.” 

You pull away and he lets you go. His features are twisted into bitter anger, but you've known Liam your whole life and you can see the hints of disappointment in Theo’s eyes. “Don't say that,” you tell him softly, like you would a wounded animal, “I wouldn't have asked for your help if I really thought that. I wouldn't have asked for your help if I didn't trust you.” 

Neither of you says anything, merely studying the other. 

You meant what you said. It's surprising, but it's true. He can't change the past, what he's done, but since coming back from wherever the skin walkers sent him, he's helped. 

And that had to mean something. It had to or all Scott believed, all you believed about people being able to change, about choosing to do the right thing was wrong and you just couldn't accept that. 

“Let's go,” Theo finally says, “Liam’s not here. I would have caught his scent by now. He's in heat after all.” 

“Do heats really smell that bad?” 

He smirks as he looks down at you, “I wouldn't say bad-just distinctive.” 

*

Theo’s turning the key when he shouts, “I know where he is!”

You raise a brow, “where?” 

“The old zoo.”

You shake your head. Liam hates it there. It was where he'd go when he felt so angry and didn't want to hurt someone before he was diagnosed. “He wouldn't go there. He gets triggered there.” 

Theo shakes his head, running a hand through his hair, ungelled for once. You wonder what it would feel like to run your fingers through it. “He's there.”

“No.”

“Just trust me on this,” he says quietly, subdued for once. It's jarring enough that you nod. 

“Okay.” 

The drive is short and tense. You want him to be there. He could be there. God, you need to find Liam and no one’s texted yet so no one has any leads. 

Malia has been a nightmare when she was in heat before bonding with Stiles. She had smashed a television and rolled around half naked in the woods before Scott and Kira had been able to find her. 

What state would Liam be in?

“Split up,” you ask as you go to step into the horror movie waiting to happen that is the graffiti covered zoo. 

Theo grabs your arm, “be careful and call for me when you find him.” 

You roll your eyes but end up smiling anyway, “right back at you,” and then you take the stairs by twos. Your feet automatically carry you to all the spots you've found him in before. 

God it had been so scary. Liam’s hands bleeding and unable to do anything. At least you'd had Mason to talk to. 

Mason who ultimately convinced Liam to go to therapy like his step-dad wanted him too.

The further in you go the more you’re reminded of why you hate abandoned places. It’s dark, with only the light peaking in through the cracks. Every sound sounds sinister as it echoes throughout the passageways. 

You really hope you find Liam soon so you can get the hell out of here, pulse raising as every shadow takes on a terrifying form like the ghost riders before them.

*

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” Liam is siting on the dirt coated floor, hugging his knees to his chest, eyes glowing in the dim light. There’s dried blood on his knuckles and you feel all of nine years old all over again, helpless when your friend needs you most.

“Liam,” you say as relief floods your body, “come on let’s get you back to Scott’s.”

“No,” he utters, shaking his head as he looks up at you, hair curling around his ears. Mason and you had been making fun of him for weeks now about getting a haircut. “No. You shouldn’t be around me. I’m-“

“If you think I’m leaving you here alone you’re insane,” you state before he can finish. You sit down next to him, wrapping your arms around his body, holding him close. 

“I don’t want to hurt anyone,” he whispers, sweat gleaming off his skin. He’s feverish hot against your body. 

“You won’t. Just let me call the others,” you tell him, feeling for your phone as Liam finally relents and hugs you right back. It’s honestly gross because his shirt is damp and you don't want to think about that too much. “You’re going to be okay. And if you think about it,” you say shifting so you’re sitting next to him, making yourself comfortable on the cold ground, “this is so freaking funny. Like now you know what having a period is like but like ten times worse.”

“You’re the worst,” he mutters back, but his eyes have stopped glowing so progress. “This isn’t funny,” he protests as you shake from silent laughter. 

“It kind of is.”

“Y/N-.” He stiffens, eyes glowing as he growls. “You brought Theo!”

You shrug, “Beacon Hills isn’t the type of town to go wandering around alone. I mean we could give Derry Maine a run for their money.” If you thought you could ease the tension you were wrong because Liam just gets angrier, teeth lengthening into fangs. 

“Liam?”

He roars and you scramble back and away from him, not being able to help but flinch. “Liam,” you cry out, “stop you’re scaring me Liam.”

“Why did you bring him!” He says as he grips the rusted bars, hands warping the metal as he tries to keep himself together, claws cutting into his own skin. 

“I thought he could help,” you respond as edge to the exit, reluctant to leave but also terrified of one of your closest friends. He’d never been this bad before. “And clearly I was right Liam! You’ve got to calm down. We’ll go to Scott’s and chill until this is over. It’ll be just like with the full moon. Spending it with your pack’s way better then spending it in chains,” you say with an uneasy smile.

“No,” he snaps, making to grab your arm as you scramble back and away from him. “Y/N,” he growls. 

“Liam,” you say meeting his burning gaze with more confidence then you actually feel, back against the wall. Maybe if you don’t back down he will. Isn’t that how you train dogs? Just show them who’s boss. 

He roars and make to grab you again. You scramble out of the way, running for it and hoping to buy time and figure something out. 

The sound of bone cracking echoes throughout the hall and you stop, turning around. 

Theo stands over Liam’s body, limp on the ground. He looks up and meets your gaze, “your welcome,” he says so smugly you could hit him.

Heart still pounding in your chest, you reply, “We need to call Scott,” after swallowing thickly. You’d never been scared like that before. Not with the berserkers, not with the ghost riders, not even with la bete. This time it had been your friend and somehow that made it a thousand times worse.

“I thought I told you to call me,” Theo says, turning his back on Liam’s passed out form to reach you.

You curl your hands into fist to stop them from shaking. “We need to call Scott,” you repeat, gaze pinned to the ground. 

“Hey,” Theo says, his hand tilting your chin up so you’re looking at him, “it’s okay,” voice softer than you would have thought possible for him. “That wasn’t Liam. He isn’t in control. He’d never hurt you.”

“I know,” you snap back, because you do. You aren’t scared of them. You aren’t. “I know he wouldn’t, but knowing and,” you take a deep breathe, “I’m okay Theo.”

He studies your face for a long moment before pulling away and grabbing onto Liam who’s started stirring, his fist cracking once more against Liam’s head. “I called Scott. They’ll be here soon.”

*

You've been stress baking, pouring over all the online recipients you've bookmarked and meant to make but not really because once you read through the instructions it seemed like too much work when you could spend five dollars and have a whole box of cookies in hand. 

But the past week has been rough what with Hayden going into heat which started a chain reaction in the whole pack and you've still not talked to Liam mostly because he's been avoiding you instead of apologizing. He's dumb like that. 

Any day now, Mason will invite you both over to his house and you'll end up playing fallout or mario cart for hours like nothing ever happened. 

But for now you have way more bread, muffins, and cookies than any sane person could need or eat before they went bad. So you decided to drop them off to someone who could eat that much and deserves all your hard work because Stiles is an ungrateful little shit. Theo.

He's not one to accept or even ask for help in the first place but seeing as he had helped, he'd probably accept you're bagful of bread without argument. 

And if you were being honest, you wanted to see him. Had been thinking more about him then you had in all the past months combined. Heart speeding up in anticipation as you walked down the hallway to his apartment door. 

Derek really had done a number on this place, not resembling anything like it had the last time you'd been here with Scott and Mason to chain Liam up for the full moon. 

This time you didn't hesitate to knock on the door, sound echoing out in the hall. 

Theo opens up after a long moment where you contemplated just leaving the bag outside his door and hoping he wouldn't immediately think hunters and just avoiding him for the rest of your life. Maybe running away to canada and becoming a caribou farmer. That sounds very canadian.

“Y/N,” he says through the crack of the door, not fully opening up or coming out. His hair is a mess, some of the strands falling into his face, a slight sheen of sweat on his skin. “Don't tell me you lost Liam again,” he says with a smirk.

“Nope,” you reply easily, “He's all better and just in time to help deal with Scott.”

“Well fuck.”

“You can say that again,” you say with a sigh. You loved your close knitted friend group, your pack, but they can be a lot to handle. Especially when you and Kira went out with Malia. There was no telling what she could get up to after spending years as a coyote. 

“I baked way too much bread after the week I've had and thought you might want some. You did help with only minimal complaints,” holding out the bag. 

Theo reaches out to grab the bag from you, your fingers brushing his warm hand as you do. “Thanks,” he mutters, but doesn't meet your eyes. 

“We can't all have enhanced metabolisms and I worked too hard to have it all go bad just because I can't eat it all,” you add, trying to play down anything Theo might be reading into. 

He swallows thickly. “Want to come in?” 

Your eyes widen in surprise. You weren't expecting to be invited in. Theo doesn't seem like he gets much visitors but he could have a very rich social life for all you know. 

“Okay,” you respond and follow him inside, closing the door behind you. 

His apartment is sparse. An old couch but no tv. There's no table from what you can see and it doesn't have anything that makes it feel like a home. 

It's sad.

“I finally made that monkey apple caramel pull apart bread that looked heavenly fucking good in the photos and I can say that it's as good as it looks if a lot messy,” you say just to fill the awkward silence. 

Theo doesn't respond just places the bag on the countertop. 

You go and make to open the bag because it's awkward and you hate that. You hate feeling awkward and are not on a one person mission to fix that because last time it had been easy and now it's not and you didn't fret over what to wear for a full hour just for this. 

“Y/N,” Theo groans as you step into his space, your shoulder against his side. You can feel his whole body tense up. 

“Can you just let me do this thing for you and say thanks? It's not that hard man,” you tell him.

Instead he takes a deep breathe, “Y/N, you need to go now. I only have so much self control.” 

“Theo,” you utter his name, unable to keep the hurt out of your voice. “What's wrong?”

“Get out,” he states again flatly, leaving no room for argument. Too bad you can be stubborn as hell.

“What's wrong?” 

“Y/N!” His gaze is hard as he stares you down. 

“Theo,” you say, meeting his gaze, refusing to take a step back from his side even as he steps back. “Just tell me why?” You thought you two were getting somewhere.

“I’m in heat,” he finally admits, subdued, as he looks down at the wooden floors. “You need to go because there's only so much I can take when all I want to do is fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk tomorrow.” 

A shiver runs down your spine at his words. But your feet are rooted to the floor. You don't even know where to start, how to even begin to respond.

“Y/N,” he finally says with a sigh, “just please go.”

“Shit. I’m sorry Theo this is all my fault isn't it,” you start to ramble despite yourself, “if I hadn't asked you to help you'd be fine and-,”

He cuts you off with a kiss, his hand caressing your cheek as his other hand settles on the small of your back, pressing your body against his. Theo’s lips are soft against yours even as he kisses you hard.

You kiss him right back. Hands resting against his firm chest. 

“Y/N,” he utters, breathe heavy as he pulls back but doesn't let you go. “You really need to leave. It's not your fault. It would've happened sooner or later.” 

“Theo,” you manage breathlessly, heart beating rabbit fast in your chest and wanting more, “just kiss me again.” 

He laughs bitterly, his hand tilting your chin up tenderly as he rests his forehead against yours. “I won't be able to stop myself. Do you understand that? I don't want to hurt you.” 

His admission makes your knees weak. Theo Raeken who had done so much harm, who cared about no one but himself wouldn't hurt you. Because he cared, he'd just admitted as much. 

“I want to stay,” you say before pressing your lips against his, skin growing hot in anticipation because staying would mean-

Theo kisses you back hard, pulling you lip with his teeth. You open your lips up to him, fingers clutching the soft fabric of his shirt as you kiss him back, his tongue warm against yours. 

True to his word he doesn't stop when you pull away for air, his lips trailing kisses down your throat, nipping at the crook of your neck. It leaves you whimpering his name.

“Theo.”

He pulls you along with him, leading you to his room as his hands push your shirt up, sending your heart racing as his fingers trail over you skin.

“Y/N,” he whispers against your skin before coming up to kiss you again, your lips meeting his again. You’d be content to lay in his bed, so low to the ground being just a mattress, and kiss him for hours. His hands on your sides. 

There's a softness to his face that you normally never see. It makes you weak, heat pooling at your core. “Tell me you want this as much as I do,” he asks with a slight whine to his voice, eyes hungry as you lay down and pull your shirt off. 

You hadn't even bothered to wear a bra. 

“You're just saying that because you're in heat,” you say instead. You've never really felt pretty, not with Lydia around. But you'd at least managed to stop caring. 

He smirks down at you, pulling his own shirt off and tossing it aside. “I might be in heat,” he tells you all arrogance that used to annoy you but now just makes you want to laugh, “but I still wouldn't fuck just anyone. I want you.” 

You do giggle as he leans down, pressing his body against yours, the skin on skin contact driving you mad as you wrap your arms around his neck. “Wow,” you tell him, “just what everyone wants to hear right before they sleep with someone.” 

He shrugs under your arms, pressing an open mouthed kiss on your collarbone. You moan, “Theo,” as he rolls you nipple between his fingers, his hips grinding against yours, so fucking hard your toes curl up. 

“Mhm,” he groans against your mouth, hand caressing your breast.

You whine, digging your fingers into his shoulders, “let's just fuck already.” You can't take much more of his teasing, you just want him already. 

Theo leans back, easily breaking out of your hold on him. “What was that,” he says with his usual shit eating smirk on his lips. Same old Theo. Too bad you know how hard he is. 

Reaching up, one of your hands goes to undo his jeans while the other palms his dick through the fabric of his jeans, your own smirk meeting his as you feel him twitch in your hand. 

Theo’s eyes flutter closed as he moans loudly. 

You swallow hard, hand trembling as you help him out of his jeans. It’s quick work and then his own hands are on your shorts making quick work of them, his lips meeting your own even as his other hand brushes over your core with his fingers, so warm and not enough and you writher under his touch. 

You need him. 

Now. 

“How are you such a little shit even during sex,” you mutter as your own hands pull at the hem of his boxer briefs, which isn’t surprising. 

You gasp as he slides a finger into your wet folds, just deep enough to tease in the worst way, your fingers dig into his hips, pulling at him, need friction, wanting him to get on with it. 

“Ah,” he says with a laugh against the shell of you ear, “but you love it. Look how wet you are for me.”

A shiver runs down your back at his words, his breath tickling your skin. Your hot and bothered and this boy isn’t fucking you already, skin burning with desire. 

“Yes,” you manage, as he nibbles on your ear lobe, “now are you all talk or are you going to put your money where you mouth is?” 

Theo growls, his eyes glowing gold as his hand grabs yours both by the wrist, pinning them down, his other hand ripping your underwear and tossing the fabric aside before turning you over. 

Your body buzzes with anticipation, Theo moves behind you, your heart pounding in your chest. 

His hand grips your hip, his cock hard against you and then Theo pushes into you, your hands clutch at the bed and you both moan. 

“Fuck,” Theo groans, “Y/N.” 

One hand on your hip, the other holds you against him, resting on your chest, Theo thrusts into you roughly, groaning as he does, his face buried in the crook of your neck. It hurts in the best way as he stretches you, his thrusts rough and hard and quick as he fucks you against his mattress. 

Fingers digging into your hip. 

Your chin tilts up to give him more access to your neck, bruises blooming across the sensitive skin, as you whimper against him. 

“Theo,” you utter, voice shakily as you finally what you’ve been wanting. Theo against you, Theo in you, “harder.”

He complies, a growl emanating from his chest as he does. His thrusts growing faster and sloppy as need overwhelmed thought, his hand pressing you back against him as he thrusted forward.

Your arm reaches behind you, curling into Theo’s soft locks. You preferred them to his usual gelled style, not that you’d ever told him as much. 

Theo whines against the crook of your neck, “Y/N.” His nose rubs against your skin and your insides turn to mush. 

You wish you were facing him. 

Theo. 

“Just like that,” you urge him on as he thrusts against you, grinding once he’s balls deep in your soaking wet pussy. 

“Mine,” Theo states breathily against you, pressing a kiss to your jaw, “you’re mine.” 

You shiver at his words, a heavy longing you hadn’t even know was there shaking through your skull, body tense as you await release, and respond, “Yours. Only your Theo.”

With a roar he comes, his fangs elongating against your neck and you don’t have a chance to do much before Theo bites down into your shoulder. 

You tremble, pain and pleasure overwhelming you, blending into each other and you come, clenching around his cock, eyes squeezed shut as the built up pressure finally seeps out of you, exhaustion and satisfaction that make you feel light as air, a high so deep it reaches your bones, blissed out.

Sharp stinging pain emanating from the crook of your neck, Theo’s body warm again yours as he collapses onto of you, spent. 

You ride out your own wave of pleasure, feeling too hot and sweaty and gross the way sex always is. 

His fangs retract and you whimper in pain, warm blood slowly oozing out onto your skin. “Did you have to bite me with your fangs,” you groan, but you don't have it in you to be mad at him, your body exhausted and wanting nothing more than to close your eyes and sleep. 

His answering smirk is sheepish, his eyes closed as he rolls off of you, the light casting a golden glow onto his skin, “I did say I wouldn’t be able to help myself.”

You roll your eyes, smiling slightly to make sure he knew you were only teasing, “freaking werewolves.”

“Chimera,” he says, chest rumbling, the gold returning to his eyes as Theo pulls your body towards him, careful with your shoulder as every movement causes the bite to throb, already half hard again. 

You curl into him, resting you head against his well defined chest, his arm pressing you close. “How are you already hard again,” you mutter, you body still limp from before. He was going to be unbearable later when he realized how much your thighs ached from how hard he’d fucked you. 

And still wanted to apparently. 

“I’m in heat,” he teases. 

“And I’m exhausted.”

With a laugh, Theo responds, “Then let me put you to sleep,” and rolling you both over, sliding between your thighs. 

You giggle, “god you’re such a dick.”

“Ah, but you like my dick.”

It just makes you giggle more. He slides into you, kissing the corner of you lips as you grip your fingers into his back, digging in as he pounds into you erratically, your body throbbing with pleasure that sends you squirming under him, eyes squeezed shut. 

It’s too much. 

Your still too sensitive from before, skin feverishly hot. 

Over stimulated and you come again, seeing starts in the base of your eyelids, crying out Theo’s name, fingers digging into his back. 

It leaves you breathless. 

Theo’s own thrusts grow sloppy, hips pressing desperately against yours, as he presses soft kisses against the bite on the crook of your neck, so carefully his lips are no more than a whisper over your skin. 

Your hand caresses his jaw, the slight scruff tickling your skin as you do, bringing his up to you, pressing his lips against yours, hungry for the taste of his mouth on yours. 

Theses a desperation and neediness to his kisses, wanting to claim you in every which way, as if he could kiss you hard enough to make you his forever. 

You pull away for air, Theo resting his forehead on yours, your body trembling with too much pleasure coursing through you like a live wire, his blue eyes deep pools you could drown in peering down at you. 

Your fingers trace over his features, sending his eyes fluttering shut and you feel the hitch in his breath, the jolting in his muscles as he comes again, against you, collapsing on top of you once more. 

You prefer him like this, where you can see him, see the way his face moves as he’s overwhelmed, ecstasy etched onto his features. 

Neither of you move for minutes after, the sound of his heavy breathing lulling you ever closer to sleep. 

“Y/N,” Theo finally utters, gaze soft as he caresses your cheek. 

“Shh,” you reply, “let me sleep.”

He smiles as he watches you curl up on your side, ready to drift off into dreamless slumber. “I’m sorry about biting you. I shouldn’t have.”

You shrug which sends you wincing in pain, “shit.” You take a deep breath, “it’s fine,” you feel him. “It’ll heal and don’t laugh but it made me orgasm.”

The bastard laughs, lips twitching up into a slight smirk, far too pleased with himself and you find your self smacking his muscled arm. 

“Don’t laugh,” you protest, “I’ll call Stiles and he’ll finally get to make good on his crazy specific threats.”

“I’m more worried about Liam.”

Your nose scrunches up, “don’t talk about Liam after we’ve fucked. He’s like my brother.”

“Does he know that?”

“Are you jealous?”

His jaw tightens as he swallows. 

“Oh my god,” you say, trying to smother a laugh, “you are.”

“Shut up Y/N.”

“It’s funny,” you say as he pouts, “he’s like my brother. It’d be weird. Trust me, Liam’s only been crushing on Brett right now.”

“Good,” he mutters, scouting over so he can pull you into his arms again, tucking your head under his chin, “because your mine.”

[uniewaznic]

' i love you as much as a human heart can love. ' : (

        ❝ 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓’𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄– ❞ whatever he’d intended to say here escapes him, attention diverted to the BOUNCING CURLS OF AN APPROACHING STRAWBERRY BLONDE. scott must see stiles reroute because he turns, just a little, just enough to catch sight of her, and his smile goes a little exasperated.

        ❝ʜᴇʏ﹐ ʟʏᴅɪᴀ! you look– ❞ the hope pitches, BECOMES A DIRGE, disappointed but not entirely surprised and the whole of his body moves, 𝙾𝚁𝙱𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙰𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳 𝙷𝙴𝚁 as she bypasses him entirely. he thinks, for a moment, that something tightens in his chest, but it passes just as quickly as it’s come. ❝ –LIKE YOU’RE GOING TO IGNORE ME. ❞

        𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐃. bare feet crossed at the ankle, belly down, RIGHT AT HOME. the string she winds round and round and round her finger might distract except that there is something to her eyes that draws him to her instead.ʟʏᴅɪᴀ ʟᴏᴏᴋs ᴡᴏᴜɴᴅᴇᴅ, defeated, in a way that he cannot comprehend when painted on her face. THIS IS A GIRL WHO GETS EVERY QUESTION RIGHT WHEN CALLED UPON. this is a girl who studies dead languages because the very much alive ones bore her. she should not look so unsure of herself.

        his touch is tentative, BUT GENTLE, as he takes hold of her purpling finger and crouches in front of her. she weaves herself into a bit of a mess, into a bit of a puzzle, but he has always liked solving things. funny, that she would pick red( 𝚄𝙽𝚂𝙾𝙻𝚅𝙴𝙳 ). his tongue has been sharpened over the years, something wielded in defense of himself, something to distract an audience from the shake of his hands or the anxious energy that vibrates along the nerves of him. BUT HERE, FOR LYDIA, HE KEEPS HIMSELF SOFT.

        ❝ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ sᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴅᴏᴜʙᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ ɴᴏᴡ, ❞ he says firmly because he never has and the look she wears now has gone a little soft, too. something in her gaze brightens, LIKE SUNSHINE CRESTING A CLOUD, and stiles feels the corners of his mouth curving as if he can’t even help returning her smile. lydia looks almost grateful, like he has said something important, like he has said something that she needed to hear, and his chest tightens,𝙿𝙰𝙸𝙽𝙵𝚄𝙻 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙼 𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝙰𝚃 𝙾𝙽𝙲𝙴.

        𝐋𝐘𝐃𝐈𝐀’𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐒 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐒 𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄. the static of the call does little to diminish its full depth, the soft snort that she absolutely hates and he absolutely adores. ❝ STILES, ❞ she says around her softening giggles, ❝ stiles, you can’t be serious. ❞

        ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ɪs ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙɪᴛ sɪʟᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴏɴɪɢʜᴛ. there is nothing chasing teenagers, there is nothing eating anyone, there is nothing calling for true alpha’s hide. it is quiet, still, and ALMOST ALMOST NORMAL. lydia picks up after three rings and it only takes ten minutes before he has her laughing like this, 𝙿𝚁𝙴𝚃𝚃𝚈 𝙿𝚁𝙴𝚃𝚃𝚈 𝚃𝙾𝙾-𝙻𝙾𝚄𝙳, but her mother isn’t home and he can’t feel guilty when she lets herself go like this.

        ❝ OH, I’M ABSOLUTELY SERIOUS, ❞ says stiles, smug, proud, relishing in her laughter more than the story he reiterates for her. he spins once, twice, in his chair, until the toe of his socked foot knocks into the desk. ❝ OW. yes. one hundred percent serious. i started that fire in my dad’s patrol car and i still never hear the end of it. ❞ lydia’s laughter escalates here, muffled now he thinks by one of her hands. he can see her, like that, under her covers, back to the headboard,𝙿𝚁𝙴𝚃𝚃𝚈 𝙿𝚁𝙴𝚃𝚃𝚈 𝙹𝚄𝚂𝚃 𝙻𝙾𝚄𝙳 𝙴𝙽𝙾𝚄𝙶𝙷, all her teeth shining in the soft glow of the moon. his chest warms and he wonders if she presses her hand to her breastbone when he does. ❝ so anyway that’s the time my own dad arrested me for arson. ❞

        𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓 𝐄𝐀𝐑. it does not mask his panting breath for how he heaves with it. when he stands, HE FEELS THE GLASS SHIFT IN HIS HAIR, fall free with his movement, and collect on the hard metal table he has thrown himself against in an effort to catch most of the shattering windows at his back. he is thinking that he might be a little deaf now from the force of that screamᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ sᴇᴇs ʜᴇʀ ғᴀᴄᴇ.

        she is too still. the pallid consistency of her skin had only been a knot of worry in his gut, but now it frightens down to the marrow. one gasped exhale shapes the word, ❝ NO, ❞ as he lifts shaking hands to brush the glass from her lashes, her cheeks. it will hurt her eyes, he knows, it will hurt her eyes when she– when she– ❝𝙻𝚈𝙳𝙸𝙰, ❞ he tries to say, but it comes more breathless than his disbelief, so he tries again, a little louder, ❝𝙻𝚈𝙳𝙸𝙰? ❞

        SHE DOESN’T MOVE. a glance in scott’s direction is too quick to gauge his expression and he fears seeing it anyway. ❝ lydia. ❞ maybe, he thinks, MAYBE I AM BEING TOO ROUGH WITH HER. his touch at her cheeks goes a little slack, thumbs at the delicate bones under her eyes drawing against the still-warm skin of her face. ❝ lydia, come on. ❞ see, see, i am being gentle.sᴇᴇ﹐ ɪᴛ’s ᴏᴋᴀʏ﹐ ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ʙᴇ ɢᴇɴᴛʟᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ.

        but she does not hear that silent plea. SHE DOES NOT HEAR HIM, she does not move, and something, something, in stiles’ chest feels so close to snapping, his hands grow frantic in her hair as if by grasping for her a little tighter,𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙱𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙺 𝙴𝙸𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁. ❝ no, no, no, no, no. come on, lydia, wake up. come on, wake up, lydia. can you hear me? LYDIA? ❞

        HE WOULD TAKE ANY ACHE, any at all, from loving lydia too much over the grief-sized gape in his chest now. the string is threadbare and stiles cannot hold onto it tight enough. ❝ COME ON, COME ON, COME ON, ❞ he begs, smoothing one hand over the crown of her head. COME ON, he begs the string. the ringing in his ear is still loud, still sharp, but he would take that, too, over this. ❝ come on, listen to me, lydia. lydia,sʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇʏᴇs, okay? ❞ please. please, i moved the glass, it won’t hurt. it won’t hurt, it won’t– ❝ lydia, you have to open your eyes. ❞

        THE STRING IS STILL THERE, the string is still there, she’s not– she’s not– ❝ lydia, ❞ he tries once more, but it catches somewhere in his throat and his vision goes double with a wet-eyed blur. 𝚂𝙷𝙴'𝚂 𝙽𝙾𝚃– 𝚂𝙷𝙴'𝚂 𝙽𝙾𝚃– his hands stroke over her shoulders, back up to her cheeks, and one tear falls, landing on the grimy fabric of her sweater. SHE DOESN’T MOVE. she won’t open her eyes and she won’t move, but the string. the string, he thinks desperately. when he looks up this time, just as brief as before, he sees deaton in his peripheral. please, please, stiles entreats lydia with his hands cupping her face, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ﹐ ʟʏᴅɪᴀ﹐ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴛᴇᴛʜᴇʀ. ɪ ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ ʟᴏsᴇ–

        LYDIA INHALES. stiles shudders out the answering exhale and watches her eyes open again.

        𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐈𝐙𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐃𝐒 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐎𝐍-𝐒𝐈𝐙𝐄𝐃. he considers crossing it, risking the trek, but the idea becomes eclipsed by the memory of her face, stricken with a loss she had not yet experienced, stricken with surprise at, ❝ REMEMBER I LOVE YOU. ❞ he thinks about, ❝ i didn’t say it back, ❞ and, ❝ you didn’t have to, ❞ andᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ ᴏғ ʜᴇʀ ɪɴ ʜɪs ᴀʀᴍs, the slide of her mouth against his, and the resulting fear he’d kept locked tight in his chest at the very real possibility of losing her over something as broken as his heart.

        he considers crossing the canyon, but lydia slides out of her bed and into his and he does not need to consider it anymore. SHE DOES NOT TOUCH HIM, NOT YET; she curls instead on her side facing him, looking at him, the heat of her stare just as potent even in the dark of their hotel room. 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝚂𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙴𝙳 𝙰 𝙱𝙴𝙳 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙼𝙾𝙽𝚃𝙷𝚂 and tomorrow night she will sleep in her fancy mit dorm bed and stiles will be on his way back to his own bed in beacon hills and they will not share a bed until– until–

        ❝ ARE WE GOING TO TALK ABOUT IT? ❞ her voice comes whisper-soft, as it always does, though she needn’t bother when it is onlysᴛɪʟᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ʟʏᴅɪᴀ﹐ ʟʏᴅɪᴀ ᴀɴᴅ sᴛɪʟᴇs.

        ❝ talk about what? ❞ he expects her scolding tone, HIS NAME CUT SHARP. he does not expect her silence. it means she is upset, it means she is working through her words, it means she needs some time to cover how she really feels. HE DOESN’T WANT HER HIDING FROM HIM, not ever, so he tries again, ❝ what is there to talk about? ❞

        ❝𝚆𝙴 𝙺𝙸𝚂𝚂𝙴𝙳, 𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙻𝙴𝚂! ❞ the sudden hiss of her has him wincing. they are lying in bed, face to face, each intimately familiar with the way their breath mingles here, and she still manages to see the hairs on the back of his neck rising. ❝ we kissed and you just– YOU’RE BEING WEIRD ABOUT IT. you won’t talk to me about it. it’s fine, you know, if you don’t– if you don’t like me like that anymore, but you have to– you have to tell me, stiles. IT’S NOT FAIR OF YOU TO JUST LEAVE ME HANGING. ❞

        ❝ɪғ ɪ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀɴʏᴍᴏʀᴇ? ❞ he repeats, louder, incredulous, almost almost amused. ❝ i tell you that i love you, that i HAVE loved you, and you think i don’t like you anymore? lydia, how could you– I’M SORRY I DIDN’T TALK TO YOU. i’m sorry, i just– i was scared, lydia. i thought it didn’t mean to you the way it meant to me, and i– i didn’t know if you even wanted– i mean, TOMORROW WE’RE MOVING YOU INTO MIT and then i’ll be back in california and– ❞

        ❝ I WANTED TO SAY IT BACK, ❞ lydia interrupts and stiles goes still with the implication. she has gone softer here and he does not need the lights on to see how she is trying not to collapse into herself.𝙱𝚄𝚃 𝚂𝙷𝙴 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙲𝙷𝙴𝚂 𝙱𝙴𝚃𝚆𝙴𝙴𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙼, touches the back of his hand lightly, the ghost of her fingertips over his knuckles. stiles turns his palm to hers and laces their fingers on instinct. ❝ I WANT TO SAY IT BACK. ❞

        ❝ oh. ❞ OH.

        lydia scoots a little closer and stiles lets her pull their clasped hands to her chest, feels her heart under her breastbone beat in time to his own. ❝ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀs ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴀs ᴀ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴄᴀɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ. ❞ something warms in his chest and the hushed breath of the room goes silent. ❝ STILES. stiles, i love you. i love you, too. ❞

        ❝ I LOVE YOU, TOO, ❞ he breathes back, like shocked, like awed, like lydia martin loves stiles stilinski. lydia giggles and he feels it in their hands, in her chest, in his chest. when she moves, up and over him, her hair falls between them, catches against his mouth, but she kisses him anyway, silly silly soft. ❝𝙸 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄.  ❞

        ❝ 𝐇𝐄𝐘, 𝐋𝐘𝐃𝐈𝐀! you look– ❞ stiles turns in her orbit, ʜᴏᴘᴇғᴜʟ, chest tight, even as she goes, ❝ –LIKE YOU’RE GOING TO IGNORE ME. ❞

☇ 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐔𝐒. // @lydstm

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Northern Lights, pt. 3 - Stiles Stilinski

Description She comes to those who are in need. It could be, that she’s already here. Y/N is near where she’s most desired. No one knows how much they will need her, but she always knew. Hidden between their friends, Y/N is here to perform an ancient ritual taught to each upcoming generation. She is here for Stiles.

Relationship Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Title It likes its riddles.

Words 2934

A/N Sadly, I wanted to do more actual research before writing this particular part, but since the Wi-Fi was so shit on holiday and I couldn’t update, I just wanted it properly finished so I could update for you guys.Therefore, it won’t be as into detail as I wanted, but it will give you a first idea/peek at Y/N’s history. Happy reading!

There are far more supernatural creatures inhabiting Beacon Hills that I could’ve ever anticipated. Not only did I already encounter a Wendigo family during my short stay, the amount of adolescent werewolves was intriguing to say the least. An alpha. At the age of seventeen. Either I had encountered one of the most feral and malicious werewolves I had yet come across, or his whole family had been slaughtered by hunters. The third option, was something I did not consider. Encountering a true Alpha was something that was in children’s fairytales, a story told so sparse that sometimes we considered it to be a hoax.  But what had I not seen in Beacon Hills yet? From what I knew about this place; it was to expect the unexpected. My curiosity was sparked; every fibre of my being ready to find out just what had happened here, whom had set of this reset button and what dire consequences were to follow. It were my task to protect beings far and wide, and I felt that this wasn’t merely my regular take and go. “You are way too quiet for my liking. What’s going on in that head of yours?” Andy seems to voice his concern, but I know more is laced behind it. He had grown up with Malina, after all. I had always wondered why Malina and Andrew were by my side as my eternal companions. My destined companions, I had never met; Instead, Mal and Andy were chosen and assigned to me. Perhaps my parentals had meaning behind it, but it was uncommon to do so. My mother was never one to deviate from the destined path of our burden. I refocus my gaze from the adolescents strolling into their high school to the blonde-haired male beside me.   “I need to find a way to that table.”  “What table?” Are Malina’s first words that do not hold any grudge toward me for forcing her into this experience. She was opening up to having more trouble to find that one, instead of just coming to town and disappearing before sunrise. “Theirs.” My head nods to Scott and Stiles appearing from the parking lot, and I couldn’t help appreciate the ocean blue colour of Stiles’ jeep. It was a nice drive, and I wondered if I would ever get the chance to drive a vehicle. “I don’t get your fascination with this particular group.” Malina sounds incredulous, but her words were true. There was no clear indication that this particular pack held the one we were here for; Call it a hunch. I knew it at least had to do with them and their pursuits. My head snaps from Malina to her twin brother, the gaze thrown the littlest bit judging.  “Didn’t Andy tell you?” What did they talk about whenever they were together in their temporary home? I knew the myth about the sun chasing the moon was at least true in the sense of Mal and Andy not seeing eye to eye, but I would think that when it came to work at least the whole party was up to date with recent discoveries.  “Tell me what?” I hear the aggravation rise in Malina’s tone and sigh. I scoot closer to her, our bare arms touching one another as I whisper. “An Alpha. And a banshee. And, I think, human?” Malina’s eyes grow bigger with each supernatural in my list and I smirk as I finish it. I’m even more pleased with myself that after a night of digging through family histories, another incredulous fact arose.  “Let’s not forget to mention the fact that the daughter of Chris Argent is also in said pack.” This information was new to both my companions, and I watch the initial shock dissipate as Andy blurs out question after question. “What?” “A huntress with a werewolf?” “She doesn’t know, does she?” It would be amazing if Allison Argent didn’t know that the leader of their little pack was one with incredible powers. Seeing as how the other human – Stiles – was up to date, she couldn’t be left out of the loop. Too much trouble. “If she didn’t know, she would’ve been the first gullible Argent I had ever met.” Andy taps his chin in thought, probably contemplating what I was just last night. As soon as I knew whose granddaughter Allison was, there was no doubt left. “Is she a descendant of Gerard?” And now I'm certain Andy and I are on the same page – Malina trailing behind as I see the gears still turning in her mind. My parentals had a run-in with Gerard Argent a few decades ago; he wasn’t too keen on letting anything supernatural walk this earth. The Argents had broadened their work field – where in the Middle Ages Werewolves were their main priority, they didn’t shy away from a Wendigo or two when the chances arose. Let alone when they came face to face with one of the Elderly. “Mhm. That's what my late night research told me.” Malina has caught up.  “Yeah, no. She knows.” I perhaps wondered if we were here to collect any of the Argent descendants – they never felt the same. Perhaps it was Gerard’s time to go; I’d be more than happy to guide him toward his final destiny. “I find it to say the least interesting that she decides to follow another path, considering the one chosen for her is so clear.” *****

I stroll into class fairly late, seeing as how our little gathering in the morning had made me loss track of time completely. The only open seat is in front of Scott, and I slide in without a second glance to him or his best friend. “What – what are you doing?” I recognize Stiles’ voice from behind and my ears perk up, hearing the sniffing of Scott behind me. “There’s this scent, that I can't place. It’s not human.” My eyes widen and I feel myself tense up, fingernails digging into the worn out wood of the school desk I occupy. I hadn’t thought of the fact that I might carry a particular scent with me that would be detectable for the Alpha’s keen sense. “Is it supernatural?” Stiles’ question isn't all that incredulous, but his best friend snorts nonetheless. Yes, if it isn’t human it probably is something supernatural. Or dead. Absentmindedly, I lift the collar of my shirt and take a whiff. Nothing out of the ordinary. “I – I don’t know. I’ve never smelled this before. Its not a werewolf.” I'm glad when I hear the subject being dropped, Stiles focusing his friend’s attention toward a completely different topic. Another nightmare. “They’re signing something to me…” Stiles trails off, and when Scott questions what exactly, I try to sneak a peak through the reflection of the glass window to see Stiles’ movements. My shoulders tense when I watch his finish, the shiver running along my spine predicting the possibility of my worst fear appearing once more. When is a door not a door

I hadn’t realized the lecture flew by, and when the school bell rings obnoxiously loud, I jump in my seat. I sprint behind the two males and almost run into a third of their pack as they all huddle right outside the class room door. The fact that I'm new and unknown aids in me tailing them without being noticed. The conversation continues, the other werewolf and banshee filled in about current predicaments and the pack deciphering its possible meaning. I’ve stopped following them when they sat down, leaning against a wall nearby so I could still follow their conversation. I've grown to realize Lydia Martin, alongside Stiles, were the brains of their pack. Although even together, their minds couldn’t crack the code. I wait for several more moments, trying to figure out what to do. Stepping up to them and showing them I knew about the supernatural meant I had to explain why I knew what I knew without telling anyone what I am. Not only was it forbidden for my kind to show our true colours, I had heard enough tales about family who’ve ignored the rule and ended up getting annihilated themselves. Holding great secrets isn't something a mortal easily copes with. Not stepping up now and keep my investigation in the shadows meant that I had to find another way to infiltrate – and right now, I was hasty to solve the problem before it arose. And so I chose the first option. “Hey, uh - I'm sorry I didn’t mean to eavesdrop but I saw you signing and I overheard you talking –“ I start off, walking up to the supernatural filled table as all their heads snap in my direction.  “It means ‘when is a door not a door’. It’s a riddle.” Scott is the first one to smile in my direction, but I do see the wary glance Lydia throws me from the corner of her eye. He scoots over, joining me to their table and I smile gracefully as I sit down in front of Stiles. Scott crosses his arms over his chest, leaning toward me as his grin never falters. “Do you maybe also know the answer to it?” I push my lips into a thin line and utter my first lie against Scott McCall and his friends. “No, sadly I don’t.”  I do. But my job is not to interfere.  “Maybe you should ask Deaton? I’m sure he knows.” Stiles states as he points toward his best friend, granting me with a tight lipped smile – not meant friendly in any way.

Deaton… That name rang a bell somewhere in the back of my mind. I ignore the foul look Stiles throws in my direction, but instead, wreck my mind for the answer. I see Andrew try and gather my attention from the shade near the school entrance, and I dare to glance as I watch him beckon me over.

Momentarily, my head snaps to the new girl, Kira, joining our table, offering her own insights on the matters at hand. When I hear Andy hiss, I roll my eyes and try to get him off my back until a later time. Afterward, I’d fill them in. But right now, every piece of information I could gather was something useful.

“… It’s basically that you’re being visited by peaceful deities or demons…”

As soon as I hear those words, my shoulders tense and I snap my gaze to the table I’m sat at.

“Uh – what?”

I stumble over the one-worded question, my eyes wide in fear and my fingertips digging into the worn out wooden table. I see some of the pack gaze at me expectantly, as if I were to know what we are discussing, but Andy’s demand for attention temporarily worked.

Kira smiles at me, noticing I wasn’t paying attention and simply repeating herself.

“I said that they’re experiencing Bardo. With everything they’re saying.”

Oh. Oh. Somehow, I believed that my cover were already blown before I had even infiltrated. But, as usual, my heart raced before my mind caught up and caused unnecessary evil.

Although Bardo wasn’t such a good thing to experience either.

Stiles sighs, running his large hand along his face before he drops his forehead against the table.

“I’d rather have the first option then.”

The conversation is interrupted when the school bell chimes once again, indicating the start of the next period to follow. Everyone reluctantly raises to their feet, myself following but trailing behind. I’m sure they didn’t want me to immediately infiltrate whatever they’ve got going on.

It’s when Scott turns around, waiting for me, that I’m actually surprised.

“Hey, you’re in our History class with Yukimura, right?”

A grin breaks out and I suddenly feel shy, mumbling my response all the while nodding my head.

“Mhm.”

His hand lands on my shoulder and he guides me forward, the touch rarely comforting. I could not believe that this boy would be capable of murdering another without any remorse – there had to be another way he became an Alpha.

“Well, come on then. Can’t be late. This year, I want good grades.”

Before I can follow Scott inside the building, I’m yanked off to the side by my elbow, face to face with my dearest companion.

“What did you find out?”

I see Scott just a few steps away and I pull myself out of Andy’s grasp, already walking away from him without granting him any details.

“I’ll tell you later. We have history now.”

*****

As soon as I step foot into the class room, I feel a chill run down my spine. Mr. Yukimura smiles briefly as he motions me to take my seat, Malina keeping a spare seat for me beside her. I smile once more to Scott McCall before taking my place, but I can’t help myself to glance briefly in Stiles’ direction.

“Why are you here?”

“I switched classes. Can’t let my lady do all the work herself now, can I?”

I smile gratefully at my companion, squeezing her arm before the teacher demands our attention. I didn’t know why I deserved them.

“Today I want to talk to you about the Second World War. More importantly,” Mr. Yukimura starts, turning around to scribble something on the board. The squeaking of the chalk against the board makes me groan desperately, gripping my pen until my fingertips turn white.

“… I want to talk to you about the internment camps the government forced the Asian-Americans into.”

Before I can control it, I visibly flinch. I feel the bile rise up in my throat from just the mere memory of it, my whole body tensing to the point I am unable to move. My throat feels dry, and I grow anxious as every little detail slips back into my conscious mind, reminding me of true horror.

“Why did you flinch?”

I feel Malina’s fist come into contact with my upper arm and I shy away, rubbing against the sore spot as I throw her distasted look. I swallow harshly, turning around to see if anyone was tuning in to our conversation before leaning toward her, my voice dropping to a whisper.

“It was my first year. Back when I was still alone…” I sigh, closing my eyes as the memories start to play out like a film beneath my closed eyelids.

“I worked as a nurse in said internment camp…”

I feel my hands start to shake just reminiscing how quickly it escalated.

“It was the first and last time I ran into a monster, something so vile I…”

“Mr. Stilinski, perhaps you’d like to read this fragment of the book?”

The anxiety flows off the male so densely even I can sense it. He’s shaking as he throws a look toward his best friend, shaking his head in hopes to be saved, but Mr. Yukimura still ushers him to the front.

Malina and I cross gazes, my teeth sinking into my cheek as I await the inevitable. If Stiles was truly unable to read, this would not end well.

He walks up to the front, opening the book on the right page and … Nothing happens. He starts to sweat, his tongue darting over his bottom lip excessively as he tries – but it doesn’t help. I watch the male have a panic attack, and I feel my own heartbeat rapidly pounding in my throat as Scott raises from his seat and ushers his best friend out of the room in a split second.

The class room is quiet, Mr. Yukimura staring after the disappeared males before scraping his throat.

“Okay, I have no idea what that was about so perhaps we should continue…”

He gets on with his lesson, but I couldn’t shake it. The inability to read, the fact that Scott couldn’t control his wolf powers… There was something luring around the corner. And I could only hope it wasn’t my own worst nightmare.

“There’s something going on that I don’t understand.”

I lean back in my seat, crossing my arms over my chest as I stare at Stiles’ and Scott’s lone back packs, utensils still splattered along their desks.

“More the reason to find out what the hell is going on here, as soon as possible.”

I did understand the urgency behind this task. But somehow I felt that rushing things wasn’t something that we were supposed to do. Also, whatever it was that needed our aid wasn’t here yet, or at least had not manifested. There was a lingering feeling, but it wasn’t strong enough to immediately point me toward the sole individual we were looking for.

I couldn’t shake the ominous feeling that it all gave me.

“Honestly…”

Malina merely hums, keeping her eyes trained on the board to avoid being caught. I do the same.

“I feel like we’re up against something similar as to what I have experienced back then.”

Just admitting that this was a similar feeling I had been experiencing as to what I felt back then, was something that made my skin crawl. If anything, I would fight a hundred demons if it meant never encountering this one again. In the end, I had condemned him to the Underworld. Or so I thought.

“What was it?”

I turn toward her, her curiosity faltering as she sees my anxious gaze searching hers, disbelief for my behaviour and a tiny hint of fear surfacing instead.

“A fox had created the Nogitsune. And just as what’s happening now, it liked its riddles.”

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“You look pretty hot in plaid" this could go both ways w sterek i think, like derek complimenting stiles on his daily outfits or stiles seeing derek in plaid for the first time

@dylanlovesthemets i almost listened but it kind of got away from me :D 

“Move, Scott,” Derek grumbles,irritated and tired and protective.

Stiles is limp in Derek’s armsafter being struck by the monster of the week. Scott had once again failed toaccount for Stiles’ fragility and left him without so much as a bat to defendhimself.

Derek had seen it happen, seenthe big scaly tail knock Stiles off his feet and into a tree. And he’s donewhat he could to hear if Stiles was hurt worse than a concussion and so farhasn’t been able to hear anything out of the ordinary. Heartbeat still in anormal rhythm, no bones creaking or scraping against each other as Derek rolledStiles onto his back to check him over.

He’s got Stiles bridal style inhis arms and is walking back to the cars now that the thing has been taken careof. But Scott is hovering.

“We should take him to seeDeaton, or at least have my mom look at him,” Scott is saying, still trailingbehind Derek, gripping at Derek’s shoulder and Derek bites back a growl ofirritation. He just doesn’t want anyone in his space right now.

“I’m taking him to my apartment.His dad is working tomorrow and through the weekend and Stiles is going to needsomeone to wake him up every couple hours if he does have a concussion. A testwhich I am well equipped to do, Scott, since I am an EMT,” Derek impatientlyexplains as they come up to the cars all parked together in a clearing.

“I know, I know,” Scott is quickto answer but he’s still hesitant. Derek knows they trust each other butapparently that trust doesn’t extend to trusting Derek with Stiles.

Once Stiles is laid comfortably,but still unconscious in the back of Derek’s Toyota he turns to face Scott’sworried face.

“He’s going to be fine and ifhe’s not, you’re the first person I call,” Derek says and it’s true. If Stileswakes up in more pain than a concussion warrants or he stops breathing orsomething, Scott would be the first person Derek would contact…along withMelissa and John in the group text.

But the reassurance is enoughfor Scott who nods and steps away. Derek talks quickly to Isaac, Erica andBoyd, making sure they’re all still in one piece after the small tussle in thewoods. But they’re fine and he gets an eye roll from Erica so they’re really okay if they’re able to sasstheir alpha at 3am.

Now he just has to get Stilesback to his apartment and make sure he wakes up in a reasonable amount of time.

Derek is pacing slowly in theapartment. He’s not overly anxious, Stiles has been awake since they got in andconfirmed only a headache before swallowing some advil and going back to sleep.Derek is still concerned there might be other aches and pains that Stiles iswaving off that should be addressed.

For now, he’s on concussionwatch though so he’s trying to keep himself awake for the next hour until it’stime to wake Stiles again. He’d sleep himself but the couch isn’t appealingtonight and he knows when he falls asleep it’s going to be hellish to draghimself out of it. He’d rather get another check in with Stiles before he losesconsciousness for the next few hours.

The pacing is to keep his mindfocused on something, one foot in front of the other, eight steps, turn, eight again.He can hear Stiles’ steady, shallow, sleeping breathing as he does and hethinks he’s pretty calm despite the circumstances. He’s more surprised thathe’s surprised than actually startled when the door opens and Stiles isstanding there, leaning against the door jam. His eyes are droopy but Derek canstill hear his heart beating exactly how it’s supposed to.

“You look pretty hot in plaid,”Stiles says, his clear voice showing that despite his sleepy expression, he’scompletely alert.

Derek looks down at his pajamapants before looking up at Stiles with a soft smile.

“You’ve said that before,” Derekreplies, tracing his own steps as he walks over towards where Stiles is waveringon his feet now that he’s no longer leaning against the door frame.

He settles his hands on Stiles’warm waist and relishes the small smile he gets at the welcome touch.

“It’s worth repeating,” Stilessays and tilts his head back, Derek is all too happy to oblige and press aquick dry kiss on his lips.

This thing between them is new,not so new that Derek questions the kiss but it is still something they’ve keptjust between them. And it’s something they haven’t taken much further thankissing. Derek had been set and ready to tell Stiles he needed to wait beforethings got physical in their relationship. But Stiles had been the one who putlimits on things.

The pack doesn’t know. And Scottdoesn’t know. But the Sheriff knows and that’s enough for them right now. It’swhy Derek was so determined to get Stiles to his apartment. The sheriff reallywill be at work for the better part of the next few days and they both would wantsomeone with Stiles while he’s concussed. The fact that Derek has his EMT licensenow only furthered the Sheriff’s approval of him dating his son. He’s beendoing more to get his life together, to be a contributing member of society.

“How are you feeling,” Derekasks quietly and pushes Stiles’ hair off his face gently.

“Like I got my head smashed intothe ground,” he murmurs as his eyes close again and he leans into Derek’schest.

“Thanks for bringing me here,” hesays into Derek’s chest and Derek brings his arms up to rub Stiles’ backcomfortingly.

“Of course,” Derek says gentlyand starts to walk them back into the bedroom.

“Don’t know if I’ve said thisbut, I feel safe here. With you. Your space. You make me feel safe, Der,”Stiles says softly and Derek tries to keep from letting the excitement thosewords incited from leaking out.

“I-“ Derek clears the emotionfrom his throat, “I’m really happy to hear that Stiles. How are you doing forpainkillers? Do you need me to get more advil? More pain drain?” Derek offersbut Stiles shakes his head.

“No, just you. Come lay downwith me?” he requests as he crawls into the bed with Derek holding the coversup for him to settle beneath them.

Those sleepy eyes, the softfluffy hair and the circumstances have Derek capitulating without muchresistance.

“Let me just grab you some waterand I’ll be right back,” Derek explains as he tucks the covers around Stiles.

Stiles nods into his pillow andDerek dashes quickly back to the outer rooms. He checks the door again, fillsup a large glass with water and snags the bottle of Advil – just in case. He makesquick work of putting both down on the nightstand next to Stiles. He crosses tothe other side of the queen size bed and gently lifts the covers, stealingbeneath and wrapping Stiles close in his arms.

After a few minutes of slow steadybreathing Stiles snuffles into Derek’s chest.

“Thanks, Der,” he mumbles andDerek’s arms squeeze gently in a closer embrace.

“Anytime,” he says and iscompletely unsurprised that he means it. That he means something more,something they haven’t said to each other yet. But, Derek thinks, maybe theysay it in other ways.

[justsohappensiimagined]

L O O P Y { STILES STILINSKI }

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Liam Dunbar, Hayden Romero, Malia Tate, Lydia Martin, Reader.

– – –

“STILES!” You screamed.

You rushed towards your idiot boyfriend, the pounding of your heart in your ears. You and the pack were out of town, somewhere near Sacramento. Liam was back in Beacon Hills, and said that another pack had came into town. They threatened to kill everyone unless Scott gave up his Alpha status to their leader. That couldn’t happen. So, naturally, you and the pack needed to protect the town and fight off the enemy pack.

“STILES!” You screamed again. Everything was going as planned. You and the rest of the pack met up with the enemy, trying to settle the problem with a nice talk. Everything was going smoothly, but just as things were coming to a peaceful end, a member from the other pack attacked Hayden. At the sight of Hayden hurt, Liam wolfed out and attacked the rouge werewolf. That’s when things got bad.

One thing led to another, and next thing you knew there was blood everywhere and everyone was fighting each other. Before Allison had died, she thought it would be good to teach someone how to fight. You being her only friend that was human, besides Stiles, she thought it would be a great idea to train you to be a hunter. And she taught you well. So when the fighting broke out, so did your inner hunter. Your arrows pierced through the air as they flew towards the enemy werewolves.

You were above everyone else, on the second floor of the abandoned building. That gave you and advantage point. Your arrow pierced deep through the skin of enemy Alpha. His roar shook the building before Stiles managed to knock him out with his bat. You grinned down at your boyfriend. However, that grin fell as soon as you witnessed a member from the other pack attack Stiles, pushing him to the ground.

You reached to grab another arrow, muttering curse words when you found that you were out. You rushed downstairs, your every thought focused on the dimpled young man. Bursting through the stair doors, you ran towards a limp Stiles. Scott was hovered over him, holding him in his arms. “No! No, no, no, no, no!” You shouted. You landed in front of him, his eyes fluttering.

“Stiles! Stiles stay with me!” You let out a shaky breath, stroking his face. “We have to get him out of here! We have to get him help!” You told Scott. He quickly nodded, calling for Liam and Hayden. You gripped Stiles tightly, only flinching when you felt a gooey substance on your fingers. Pulling your hand away your eyes widened at the sight. Scott’s head quickly turned back, his enhanced senses smelling his best friend’s blood.

“H-Hey, Scott.” Stiles stuttered. “Did we win?” He asked. You and Scott smiled as you shook your head. “Yeah, yeah, we won.” You chuckled, tears falling down your cheeks. Stiles turned to you, a loopy smile covering his face. “Woah,” his eyes widened, “you. Look. Terrible.” He chuckled.

“You’re bleeding out on the floor, and I look terrible?” You questioned. Your mind wondered as to how Stiles could be perfectly fine at a time like this. Well, mentally anyway. “What? I am?!” He smiled. “Dude, that’s awesome.” He grinned at Scott. Soon enough, you were in the back of Stiles’s jeep, along with the owner himself.

Scott drive over the speed limit as we rushed him to Deaton’s. If Stiles’ dad found out about this, you’d all be in deep shit. Arriving to Deaton’s, you placed Stiles on the table. Quickly giving him a sedative, Deaton worked to fix Stiles up. You foot tapped nervously as you awaited your boyfriend’s awakening. You couldn’t stand the thought of losing him.

No, don’t think that way, Y/N. You aren’t going to lose Stiles. He is strong, he will make it. Besides, you couldn’t lose him even if you wanted to. He wouldn’t allow that. He’d probably come back from the dead or haunt you just so he could see you again, and still be with the pack.

The thought of ghost Stiles just walking through the walls at pack meetings, or falling through his own bed made you laugh. Stiles was unbelievably determined. There was no doubt he’d try and find a way to come back to the pack. To come back to you. “Y/N.” A voice called. You snapped your head up, finding Malia, Lydia, and Kira in front of you.

The girls couldn’t make it to the fight due to the fact that they were trying to help Argent with a hard case. “Is Stiles okay?” Lydia asked, taking a seat next to you. “Deaton has yet to come out of the room with Scott.” You replied, your voice barely above a whisper. An hour passed by of Malia moving from when end of the room to another, and the sound of Lydia’s heels tapping against the floor. The door burst open, revealing Liam and Hayden. “Where were you guys?” Malia asked.

“We had to help out Mason with a—situation?” Liam mumbled. Malia shook her head before taking a seat. “Sorry we’re so late.” Hayden said to you. “Has he made any progress?” She asked you. You shrugged, “I don’t know. They wouldn’t let me in, and they haven’t come out since we got here.” You explained. I wish they could just come out already.

Your wish had come true as Scott opened the door, an exhausted look on his face. You were quick to stand up and walk over to the boy Alpha. “Is he okay? Can I see him? Will I be able to take him home? Is he okay?” You bombarded Scott with your questions. “He’s fine,” Scott sighed, “You can see him, and you should be able to take him home.” He smiled softly. His eyes moved to Kira’s, his hard demeanor shifting to a relaxed one. He hugged the love is his life with all he had, smiling into her hair.

You made your way into the room with the rest of the pack, you at the very front. “Stiles?” You whispered. He was laying back on a steel table, his eyes barely open. “Stiles?” You called a little louder. His head moved to look at you, a large grin appearing. “Y/N, love, you’re here.” He slurred.

“Yeah, I’m here.” You chuckled. “I had to give him something to help with the pain, so don’t be alarmed if he says weird stuff throughout the night.” Deaton explained before making his was out of the door. Stiles says weird stuff all the time. It’s part of what makes him Stiles. “Wow, you look wrecked.” He told you seriously. You rolled your eyes at the drugged up boy in front of you, holding back a smile.

“But a good kind of wrecked. I like it.” He smiled. “Come on, Sti, let’s take you home.” You chuckled, helping your boyfriend off of the table. “Oh, I see you brought friends. Hi, friends!” Stiles gleamed at the pack. They all laughed, helping me get Stiles to the car. “When we get home,” Stiles whispered to you, “you take the bed, you need it more than I do.” He hummed. After getting Stiles into his Jeep, and having him say goodbye to everyone, you guys were finally able to make it to his house.

“Y/N.” Stiles whispered on the beside you on the bed. “Yes, Stiles?” You answered sleepily. “I love you, Y/N.” He whispered again. “I love you too, Stiles.” You mumbled, sleep pulling you in further. You turned to face the man you loved, giving him a small kiss. “I really love you.” He said as you two pulled away.

He kissed you once more, a smile playing on his lips. “Goodnight, Stiles.” You giggled. “Goodnight, Y/N.” He hummed. And together, you laid side by side, wrapped in each other’s arms.

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

can you recommend some sterek fics that take place while derek is deaged and deaged derek realizes he has feeling for stiles so he tells him but once hes back to his number age he doesn't know how to deal with having told stiles he true feeling or something similar?

Here’s some de-aged Derek! - Anastasia

Little Promises by crossroadswrite

(1/1 I 2,666 I General)

Derek doesn’t really know what happened. He just knows there was a lady and she was pretty but she was also really mean and she was trying to hurt his friends.

“Holy fuck,” Erica mutters and is harshly shushed by Isaac.

“Don’t swear in front of the kid.”

“It’s not a kid,” Erica counters. “It’s just-“

“Derek?”

This Is Your Life, Derek Hale! by PolarisTheYoungWolf

(7/7 I 23,699 I Explicit)

I need more de-aged Derek and pregnant mate Stiles! Can you imagine de-aged teen Derek being told he has a family of his own? Like the baby(babies) are born and he's like that for like...a weekend or maybe even a week or longer. And it's just overwhelming and awesome and funny and teendaddy Derek trying to also be a doting husband/mate and maybe they have to go out...because the babies have chickenpox and they need the pink lotion to help with the itching(Do werewolves get chicken pox? Maybe one of the babies is human and got it in case Were's can't?) and Derek is torn from staying with his pups and getting something that will help their recovery? I dunno...just...de-aged daddy Derek that's mates with Stiles is TOO cute an image!!!!

Just Right Now by FiccinDylan

(5/5 I 31,619 I Explicit)

In the aftermath of the lacrosse field heartbreak, Scott and Stiles spend the day playing video games and trying to get Stiles through his sorrowful valley.

Then, Stiles gets a very interesting visitor...

aka

Stiles gonna get some lovin'!

anything that's dead shall be regrown by blueinkedbones

(24/? I 45,778 I Teen)

“Derek,” the guy with the hands says. He's still got his hands out, kind of reaching, kind of catching, kind of dropping to his sides. His voice is calm, but his eyes are too bright to sell it, and his heartbeat is out of control. “Are you—Do you know who we are?”

Derek swallows, thinks. If this is a treaty thing, another pack thing, why would they care about him? He's not even the alpha-in-training, he's nothing. Mom doesn't even bother explaining most werewolf politics to him. He knows most of it from Laura, Peter, from passing packs who used to think it was cute to tell the youngest beta their complicated histories and have it repeated back to them around still-awkward fangs. Now that's Cora, and not recently, either—She says she's too big to play kid games.

“No,” Derek decides. “Should I?”

I'll be right back (in 24 years) by AnaIsFangirling (Ana_K_Lee)

(35/35 I 48,190 I Teen)

When Derek thought about time travel – and he did, a lot – this was not what he'd had in mind. He'd thought he would see his younger self, tell him to leave Paige alone and NEVER trust Kate Argent. He'd thought he’d get to come back once that was done and everything would be perfect. He never imagined having to relive his entire life.

Age Defining Hale by TyJax_Fanfiction (TyJax_EeOwen)

(21/21 I 55,327 I Teen)

“Well, Deaton’s the one that knows about this kind of stuff, he researched everything when it happened the first time,” Scott answered and looked between everyone in the room, which consisted of Scott, Stiles, Braeden and mini Derek. “But he’s MIA right now. We’ll have to wait until he gets back,”

“Until then... we’ll have to keep an eye on you,” Stiles added to Scott’s sentence. “You might change back at some point and one of us will have to explain,”

“He’ll have to stay with one of us,” the Alpha mentioned and instantly looked at him, like he was the better option.

“No, no way, my dad’ll freak out if he sees Derek walking around the house, especially if he’s young again. Hell, he’d give me the talk again if he saw ‘that’ in the kitchen making coffee in the morning,” when he said ‘that’ he gestured to Derek’s more than gorgeous, slightly younger body. Seriously, puberty was incredible for this guy. “And I don’t have a guest room, so it’s either the couch or my room and I don’t think I’ll be able to live with waking up to that face every morning! I’ll die of hormone inflammation!”

One Stupid Mistake that Changes Everything by Kikileduc

(12/? I 60,060 I Not Rated)

Shortly after the events of season 3b, everyone is recovering. Stiles feels guilty over the loss of Allison and Aiden. Scott can't look at his friend. Lydia isn't talking to him. Isaac, Ethan, Malia, and Kira are all dealing in their own way. Derek took off again.

Fast forward to two months later, things are much the same for Stiles, except his father insisted he get checked out again as the nogitsune had tampered with his son's tests...

The results aren't good.

Stiles returns to school to find the pack hovering around a de-aged and cluesless Derek and suddenly finds himself on the outside of the pack's happenings.

To top it all off his new doctor is a little— weird, to say the least.

Can Stiles figure out what happened to Derek and help reverse it while dealing with his own personal issues? How will the pack feel when they need the spastic teen, only to find him missing? And, what is really going on in Beacon Hills? Can they come together and solve the mystery in time???

"This is what defines you, Stiles. The unexpected." by limesnapdragon

(32/32 I 77,464 I Explicit)

"If someone had told him two weeks ago he would be on illegal drugs and hanging out with Derek Hale, he would probably have punched them. Life was funny sometimes."

Stiles is about to turn seventeen and present, find out whether he's an alpha, a beta or an omega. A lot is riding on it and Stiles is nervous as hell. He hadn't expected Derek Hale, of all people, to be helping him out, but when you're in deep shit and the guy's handing you a paddle, what else are you going to do?

A Wolf In Wolf's Clothing by alexenglish

(8/8 I 81,325 I Explicit)

The pack of Beacon Hills' past transgressions are about to converge on them, and Derek stumbles out of the forest with no recent memories and straight into a pack he doesn't know, with an alpha and an anchor he can't possibly remember.

The New Hellmouth: The Benefactor by iKnightWriter

(25/25 I 109,430 I Teen)

Scott, Stiles, Landon and Kira return to a new semester of school with more human worries than supernatural, while also trying to help their new friend, Micah, integrate back into society. But Kate Argent’s surprising resurrection brings a new threat to Beacon Hills along with the emergence of another mysterious enemy known simply as The Benefactor.

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Helloo could you rec me some fics that are canon and has sterek slow burn? Thank you 🙏

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Anonymous said:Hi! Do you know any fics where sterek takes things slow? Thanks :)

AND

Anonymous said:Hi good morning/afternoon/evening :) do you know any sterek fic recs similar to "baking my way into your heart" by theSilence? That kind of fluffy/slow burn/happy pack etc... Thank you :D

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Anonymous said:March 10th 2018, 4:52:20 am · 10 months agoheeyya! i'm looking for slow build fics that largely feature derek sneaking into stiles' room

Yeeeeeeesssssss. - Anastasia

Inertia by apocryphal

(1/1 I 21,608 I Mature)

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.

Tore a Line in the Sun by stilinski

(1/1 I 44,929 I Teen)

 "If you're watching this, you're probably some kind of sentient life form responding to my distress call – well, it's not really an officialdistress call because, well, the hardware for that is kind of crushed, but I'm definitely in distress, so that should probably count for something."

 The young man on the screen sighs and rubs his face, jerking his hand away with a hiss. He's bleeding, Derek realises: there's a gash across his brow and the knuckles of both hands are bruised and bloody, and that's only what he can make out between the cracks in the glass and the frame of the camera.

Insemination and Other Indiscretions by melofttroll

(14/14 I 55,351 I Explicit)

And oh, was he charming. Especially the way he leaned in, and cupped Stiles’ cheek, and kissed him.

It wasn’t so charming when he never called, and the next thing Stiles heard was Derek engaged, traipsing about the Mediterranean.

What a dick. What an absolute ass. What a complete and total…

Sterek Jane the Virgin AU

Strut on a Line, its Discord and Rhyme by xiaq

(21/21 I 61,818 I Teen)

“Carry me,” Stiles says.

“No.”

“But I’m injured.”

“You have a rash,” Derek says. “On your arm. Your feet work just fine.”

“Please?”

“No. You weigh almost as much as I do. And you ate a pound of chicken at lunch.”

"Well, yeah, but I pooped like an hour ago, so.”

“You’re disgusting.”

“Don’t play, you love me.”

I do, Derek thinks, relatively horrified. I really do.

There's a Light on the Porch Here for Someone by freeyourheart

(15/15 I 62,843 I Explicit)

Derek Hale moved to Beacon Hills to be alone.He had finally found a place where he fit - a place that fit him.

But that was all too good to be true…

Go Away, Scott by HelloWhyTheFuckAmIHere

(45/45 I 66,231 I Not Rated)

After the incident at the warehouse, Stiles is fed up with Scott. He finds himself drawn into Derek’s pack and in the process, drawn to Derek himself.

With the Alpha Pack closing in, Derek needs to learn how to trust his pack and those around him. And who better to help him than Stiles?

The Silence Between by flourcrowned

(14/14 I 66,492 I Explicit)

When Stiles began volunteering at the Beacon Hills Crisis Center, all he hoped for was to help out kids (like him) that needed somewhere to turn. He didn't expect to find something that he needed in a stranger's voice on the other end of the line.

Don't Speak by fatale

(13/13 I 68,916 I Teen)

The Alpha pack has systematically attacked Stiles and his friends for months, testing their strengths and weaknesses. When one of the Alphas goes after Stiles, he awakens in the hospital and realizes that something's wrong. Very wrong. All sounds seem to hurt him, he can't understand what anyone is saying, and when he tries to speak, it's gibberish. How is he supposed to deal with the fact that he's lost the ability to communicate with his dad and his friends?

Without his ability to talk, his sarcasm, and his wit, what does Stiles even have left? Enter Derek, the only one who seems to make it better.

Seeing Wolves (Where There Are No Wolves) by MellytheHun

(16/16 I 71,305 I Explicit)

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.

Windows by dr_girlfriend

(28/28 I 83,017 I Explicit)

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

Hallowed Grounds by damnfancyscotch

(16/16 I 109,758 I Mature)

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.

Home by TheTypewriterGirl

(18/18 I 167,178 I Teen)

January seventh. Seven days since the start of 2015, and seven days since his father’s death.

The bastard, he thinks bitterly. The past year Derek Hale had made it blatantly obvious that he hated his scrawny guts, taking every given opportunity to shove him up against a wall, growl threats in his ears and roll his eyes whenever he stepped into the room, muttering some snide comment about how spastic or idiotic he was.

So why did he fucking volunteer to take him in?

Teen Sorcerer by G8rguy

(26/26 I 168,331 I Not Rated)

Stiles Stilinski is tired. Tired of being ignored and forgotten once the research is done. After defeating Gerard and freeing Jackson from the Kanima he thought things would improve but somehow it got worse. Derek is focused on building his pack which includes the newly rescued Erica and Body, freed after Allison realized her grandfather was nutso, and the freed Jackson who narrowly avoided being shipped overseas by his parents. Scott is focused on his neverending relationship drama with Allison and his new best bud Isaac. Left alone more often than not, Stiles feels everyone is moving on without him so he looks for his own path.

When Deaton is unable to help him with his Spark he looks elsewhere and finds others who help him along until he finds himself meditating in his room and is surprised by an Astral form that shows up. Unknowing attracting the attention of the new Sorcerer Supreme, Stiles discovers that he might be able to not only help Dr. Strange, but he just might find out how he can protect both his home and those jerks in what he considers his pack - whether Mr. Hale or Mr. McCall consider him or not.

Baking My Way Into Your Heart by theSilence

(22/22 I 178,630 I Mature)

Derek is an uptight college student, all work and no play. His carefully scheduled life is thrown kilter when his regular barista is replaced with someone new.

Your Vision Borrows Mine by hazyascent

(18/18 I 179,353 I Explicit)

Stiles has encountered a fair share of monsters before, way out of his league - the kinds that children are afraid are hiding in their closets and under the bed.

He’d even become one himself when he was void. The nogitsune was in his house, his body, and his mind.

But the worst monster he’s ever faced took even more from him and got away with it.

It’s why Stiles has never really been as terrified of werewolves and kanimas and darachs as he should have been. They’re really not that scary, relatively speaking, and he has a whole team on his side. They always found a way to win - until they lost someone they really loved.

Stiles doesn’t know how to be normal, not after everything he’s done and everyone he’s hurt. The nogitsune is gone, but another monster is on its heels.

His uncle is back. And Stiles has never felt more alone.