#sterek series

[noyzinerd]

Derek teaching unknown werewolf societal/cultural facts to Stiles is cute, and I love that for them, truly, but I want to see the reverse.

We're always hearing about when someone (usually Stiles) asks a naive question about werewolves and Derek going "No, you idiot! It doesn't work like that!" As if it's common knowledge that everyone should know, when in reality there's no possible way Stiles (or any average person, for that matter) could know that.

And I'm sure in Derek's world, stuff like silver not actually being effective against werewolves is a no-brainer or spotting a Kitsune is laughably easy, but not to the common bystander.

So, instead, I'd love to see the random, human customs and social norms Stiles would find himself needing to explain to Derek when they start living together. Stuff that the human family members of his pack never displayed because they had been raised surrounded by werewolves their entire lives.

From all the small things like how, when you get a canker sore or lose a filling, you always gotta stick your tongue in it. ("No, we don't want to do it. It hurts like hell, actually. It's just something we do. Don't ask me why. I honestly couldn't tell you. It's the same with picking scabs or pressing down on bruises.")

Or like how you're not supposed to eat the weird, little black nub at the bottom of the banana. ("I don't care if it's composed of the exact same stuff as the rest of the banana, that's so fucking gross 🤢")

Or like how you have to walk around ladders instead of under them ("Because otherwise you'll get bad luck, Derek!")

Or how, for a short time in history, a man wearing a singular earring on his left ear meant that he was gay for some reason. Or was it the right ear? ("Hey, listen, man, I didn't make these dumb rules!")

Or how you can't pick up a penny off the ground unless the face side is heads up ("Yes, it's another 'good luck, bad luck' thing. We actually have a lot of those, now that I think about it.")

Or how if someone far away sees you coming and holds the door open for you, you very specifically have to do a customary tiny wave or acknowledging nod before doing a small little half trot-half jog that isn't too slow or too fast all the way to the door. ("Because you don't want to take up their time, but also you don't want them to think they've inconvenienced you. Yeah, no, I get that they already have, but you don't want THEM to know that.")

All the way up to things like the weird history of Coke Zero, even though Diet Coke is essentially the same thing. ("Oh, now see, that's actually pretty interesting. And by interesting, I mean dumb and terrible. See, in the 80's, Coke only ever marketed Diet Coke as a 'woman's drink', so when they finally decided to expand their demographic, they had to spend millions of dollars to undo their own conditioning because their women's only Diet Coke campaign had been so successful, it took decades for men to stop associating drinking diet soda with being gay or effeminate.")

Just so Derek can finally know what it feels like to be on the other end of "common sense."

[noxnthea]

this wasn't originally supposed to be a triptych, but then I slipped and another cemetery happened.

cemetery sterek series pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3

Stiles and Derek close-ups under the cut

[mok-a-chino]

Why would you like a normal movie/tv show, when you can be emotionally damaged by two crazy homosexuals who tried to kill each other and/or dreamt about killing each other multiple times?

[batwynn]

CW: Blood/Murder on the last 2 pages

There are things worse than being a hypocrite. At least you're not crispy man, Derek. Previous page

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(As always, Patreon is a few pages again with some sketch pages up even further.)

[nightingale2004]

Can all my Teen wolf and sterek people gather around real quick.

So what if Scott's pack and Derek all accidentally traveled back in time to when their parents went to school in Beacon Hills.

Now here's my version of this.

Claudia and Talia are soul sister besties. Claudia was just like Stiles, hyperactive, a spaz, short attention span, adhd, etc (also a freaking spark). Talia, was this cool werewolf future alpha girl with a hyperactive puppy for a best friend. (They would totally gossip and talk about Lydia's mom behind her back)

Noah (Stiles dad) was a loner. He was awkward. Couldn't talk to a woman to save his life (Claudia obviously made the first move). He was more invested in criminal law and mysteries.

Marissa (Scott's mom) was in her own corner. She briefly met Claudia and talked to her once or twice.

Lydia's mom (idk her name) was smart but played dumb and all that jass to win the hot guy.

I'm also thinking Peter definitely had a crush on Claudia when he was a kid during this time since she would babysit him a lot.

Claudia and Deaton are also besties and emissaries in training.

The Argent family are in Beacon Hills (I personally would not know how this would go but in intrigued)

Claudia and Talia are exactly like Scott and Stiles and getting into all sorts of trouble and adventures with Deaton at their side and hiding the secrets of the supernatural.

And all of Scott's pack plus Derek gets to see how their parents know each other and have met along with their adventures.

Let me know your version of this and enjoy

[live-from-flaturn]

KimChay is just Sterek if Derek was a pop star instead of a werewolf.

"Get him off me."

Yeah, okay, and then what? Watch you pine??? I think not.

[celestialvoid-fanfiction]

I finally got around to watching Helluva Boss, and like I do with everything, I must turn it into a sterek AU.

Stiles is a demon imp who runs a assassin-for-hire business in Hell alongside weapons specialist Boyd and his (slightly unhinged) killer wife, Erica, and Stiles' adopted hellhound, Isaac. But getting through the day without causing trouble is hard when mischief is part of your nature.

(Longer description - containing spoilers - below the cut)

On his tenth birthday, the youngest Goetia demon prince, Derek, is gifted his grimoire; an ancient tome full of spells to help him learn about and control an element of reality. In Derek's case: the stars.

However, the powers of the Goetia also come with obligations, namely an arranged marriage and the obligation to produce an heir. When Derek was told this, his world fell apart. In order to distract him, his father took him to one of the circuses performing in the rings of Hell. It's there that Derek's life changed forever.

One performer, a little imp, caught his eye. He was terrible at the tricks he was performing, but Derek found it funny anyway.

After the show, Derek's father approaches the ring leader and offers to pay for the young performer to be his son's friend. The boy's father agrees and the young imp - Stiles - is taken to the Goetia manor.

They spend the day together and Derek falls in love. But when Stiles leaves, Derek returns to the life of obligations that haunts him.

Years later, Derek's wife is throwing a celebration of their ongoing marriage, despite the fact that she despises him. Derek spends most of the night with his son, Eli, reading him stories as he falls asleep. But finally, has to join the party. He clings to the shadows, trying not to draw attention to himself when a security guard calls out to him. He looks up to see them dragging in an imp.

Derek freezes. It didn't matter that it had been years--it could be eons and he would still know that face, those eyes.

The guards explain that the imp had been caught trying to break into the prince's personal quarters and offer to take him away, but Derek stops them, telling them that he'll handle it. The guards release Stiles and Derek tells him to follow him, leading the way out of the ballroom and down the hallway to his room.

Once the door is closed, Derek pins Stiles against the wall, asking why Stiles was trying to sneak into his room.

Stiles, flustered, tells him that he wanted to see him. It's a lie--he was there to steal Derek's grimoire in order to use the spells to portal to the mortal realm to murder people (for his job).

One thing leads to another and the two end up sleeping together.

Having had enough of his wife and having provided an heir to the Goetia throne, Derek is free of his obligations and leaves his wife. But the problem with a Goetia prince dating a 'lowly' imp is that Stiles thinks Derek uses him for a cheap fuck (there's no way he could ever love someone like Stiles so their relationship must be nothing more than the prince getting off on the idea of getting fucked hard by a peasent) and Derek thinks Stiles only ever sleeps with him because he needs the grimoire to get to the mortal realm, leaving the two of them entangled in a mess of unrequited love, loneliness, and feelings of worthlessness.

[blues-tunes]

Can I just say that I love how fandoms will reference some scene in a show as “the scene ™️” and everyone knows not only the exact minute/episode/season being referenced but also can remember where they were when they first saw the scene ™️

Like that will never not be amusing to me

[art-ro-vert]

Every time I watch (or read) something there is a lottery!

- Will I just consume it and forget?

- Or is it going to be my new hyper-fixation?

—

Watching “Loki” was definitely a mistake 😅

[babeonline2]

Enemy to lovers themed fics be like:

[ultimate-fucked-up-ship-tourney]

[worstqueerbaittournament]

Submission message for Sylvie: Sylvie from loki?

Submission message for Sterek: Sterek! The showrunner even had fans vote in polls and promised to make Sterek happen if we won fandom awards! There were promo videos of the two actors cuddling on a ship...

Additional propaganda: say what you want but im still not over the psychic damage of that mtv ad for teen wolf where they put stiles's actor in derek's actor's lap and had them cuddle and shit for votes. please if u have any mercy they will make it to the finals.

They baited us into voting for the MTV choise awards by having the actors literally cuddle on a boat! (Stiles' actor said "we are on a ship")! They promised us if we won, we would get more of the two actors "taking naps together"! Heavily baiting canon sterek if we vote!! AND WE DID!!! And nothing happened. I hate Jeff Davis so much JUST LOOK AT THIS https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nyV5QziOvYw

ik you're trying to run things without too much bias, but I think it's really a tragedy that we're gonna have to choose for slot 5. sterek because it was genuinely wild and is somewhat buried tumblr history (tumblr learned queerbait from sterek, destiel, johnlock, and merthur, you know?), and that tartorte one bc someone's propaganda really blew me out of the water. like, holy moly. I just want other people to know about it now lol

[noxnthea]

i've become very obsessed with cemetery sterek lately. necromancer!stiles is just it, you know?

inspiration: burial rituals by @aurevell

“You’re making this really hard, you know. I keep calling you ‘Growly’ in my head, and then you go and curl up and shit. Act all cute.” He frowns, thinking. “I’m Stiles, by the way. If you’re like, a conscious being and you were trying to figure out what to call me in your head. If you have a head that has thoughts like that."

cemetery sterek series pt 1 | pt. 2 | pt.3

[batwynn]

2024 FIRST SHOP DROP!

We've got new new stuff, never seen before outside of Patreon stuff, some charity stuff, and old stuff come back to haunt us.

This 20 page sterek artbook is also the last-last one ever. For realsies this time!

[voidstilesplease]

[elisela]

wild about you derek x stiles, au, meet cute for @missanniewhimsy and connor dewar for giving me a team to cheer for in the playoffs because lord knows mine isn't going

“We’ve all held the sign,” Jordan says with a long-suffering sigh; Derek dodges when he tries to push it into his hands, but crammed in the seats between Jackson and Scott, who has Allison on his lap, there’s nowhere for him to go. “The guest holds the sign. It’s the rule.”

“Allison is the guest,” he tries arguing. “I’m just here because Ethan’s sick.”

“Allison’s held the sign,” she says cheerfully, sticking her legs into his space instead of simply moving to her own seat, which would afford her plenty of room. “You’re the only one who hasn’t.”

“You’re the only one who hasn’t,” he mimics in a high-pitch tone. The rolled up poster board hits him over the head and he grabs for it, wondering if he’d get kicked out for throwing it over the edge of the glass in front of him and onto the ice.

Because if so, he’s probably going to do it.

But Kira shoves her way past Jackson before he can do anything about it, bullying him into getting up with a hopeful twitch of her eyebrow. “We can hold it together,” she says, dropping into the now vacant seat next to him. Derek immediately feels better about the whole thing where his friends gang up to embarrass him, until she adds, “And it’s just for warm-ups anyway, stop being a baby. Stiles will be out any minute.”

Derek scowls at her even as he accepts the corner of the poster, gingerly, even though he knows he’ll be covered in pink glitter within two minutes. The edges are tattered from being crushed in too many hands, crepe paper flowers smashed against the glass in front of him often enough that they’re pressed flat. Everything about it screams it was made by Allison’s kindergarten class, except for the careful bubble letters perfectly centered: Marry me, Stiles Stilinski.

He sighs and tries to plaster a smile on his face when Jordan raises his phone to get a picture of them. He can feel his mouth twitch up into something into something that feels more natural when Allison leans over and whispers, “Cora falling into the pool in front of Isaac,” in his ear, and Jordan must consider whatever he captured to be good enough because the phone disappears as quickly as Derek wishes he could. 

A few cheers go up as players take the ice to warm up; there’s so little fanfare that Derek almost misses it, already checking Jordan’s instagram to see what stupid caption he put up with the photo. Lydia’s influenced his best friend in a lot of good ways, but the new compulsion to post things on social media is something he could do without. It’s not until the sign in his fingers starts to tilt dangerously towards the ground that he realizes Kira’s let go of it, and he gives her an irritated look even as he puts his phone in the cupholder on his seat so he can grip it with both hands. 

“Wave it around a little,” Allison says next to him. She’s alone in the seat, obviously having switched with Scott, and Derek feels a bit of relief before he realizes that being trapped between her and Kira will be his downfall. Jackson and Scott he can glare into submission; he’s never been able to do the same with the girls. “It’s supposed to be fun. Relax, no one is going to care.”

He cares, though that’s clearly no concern of theirs. It’s the entire reason that he said no when Jordan first asked him if he wanted the extra ticket; individually, Derek is friends with all of them, but he’s never felt comfortable in the group. Combined with watching a sport he knows nothing about that has its own traditions that he also knows nothing about, he’s feeling wildly out-of-depth and slightly self-conscious. 

He blames it on Laura and her penchant for always making fun of him for doing things wrong when they were growing up.

Allison beams when he wiggles the sign half-heartedly. He does it again as a few of the players drift closer, the puck sliding back and forth easily between their sticks as the ice fills up with men in green uniforms. Derek’s at least seen enough snaps and posted videos from his friends to know what’s coming—Stiles will eventually make his way over to the glass and beam at them, someone (Kira, likely) will use her powers for evil and make Derek stand up for a photo, and then he’ll be able to ditch the sign for the rest of the game. He can grin and bear it for the happiness of his friends for five minutes, at the very least.

But when Stiles slides to a stop in front of them, stick tapping along in an odd pattern, he doesn’t beam. He stops and tilts his head, looking Derek dead in the eye with a small smile on his face—and then he shouts something that Derek can’t quite hear with the noise around them—children yelling Stiles’ name, two teenagers shrieking behind them, grown men begging for an autographed stick. He shouts it once more, waits a moment, and then he makes a face and skates away.

“That’s—weird,” Allison says slowly. The noise around them dies down quickly with Stiles’ departure, but he still leans in close. “What’d he say?”

“Couldn’t hear,” Kira answers for him. 

Derek feels—itchy, too flushed, and certain that he’d done something wrong. He’s not sure if Stiles was upset or not; he’d been smiling, Derek thought, but it could have just been a twist of his mouth, because he’s probably trained not to be rude to fans anyway—but it makes him deeply uncomfortable to think he could have offended him somehow. He stays still in his seat, letting Allison and Kira talk past him, standing up abruptly when it becomes too much.

“I’m just going to get something to eat,” he says, though his first stop is definitely outside in hopes that the freezing St. Paul sky can pull some of the heat from his cheeks. 

Allison’s hand seizes his borrowed green jersey sleeve, stopping him from moving. “Wait, he’s coming back,” she says. It makes Derek want to leave faster, if anything, but her feet are planted firmly in his way and he knows she’s not above tripping him. So he’s stuck in place when Stiles skates up in a small shower of ice, looking out at the rink helplessly when Stiles points straight at him and sends a puck sailing over the glass.

Derek catches it automatically. Both Kira and Allison are on their feet, leaning in; he thinks it’s just a regular puck until someone reaches out and turns it over, and there’s silver writing scrawled across.

How about a date first?

Derek jerks his head up and looks through the glass. Stiles gives him a hopeful look, then puts his hands together in a clear charade of a child begging. He doesn’t know what to say—it’s so far out of left field that he has no clue how to respond, but it seems that his friends do. 

“Yes,” Kira calls happily towards the ice, then squeals as Jordan picks her up, and Derek follows her movements to see him pass her something to drop over the glass. 

It’s his business card, he realizes, as Stiles peels off a glove and picks it up. The green and gold ones that Lydia had just redesigned for him, shining brightly under the lights of the arena. Stiles looks down at it, then at him, eyebrows raised. He nods slowly, a clear request for permission.

Derek nods.

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