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Mate.

This is Sterek (Stiles/Derek)

The first time it happened Derek told himself that Stiles wouldn't notice. They had been researching at Stiles' house during lunch every day for two months now, just catching up on all the supernatural beings they didn't know about, or haven't seen yet. Since they were in Stiles' room he always had clothes scattered around, and today was no different. Derek waited until Stiles went down stairs to get a soda when his wolf decided to do something crazy, he grabbed one of Stiles' shirts then left. He didn't quite understand why he did it, but he didn't turn around, instead he went back to the loft and straight to his room. Sure he knew he had been feeling weird lately around Stiles, and his wolf had been right under the surface when he is alone with him, but that doesnt explain stealing his shirt. Back in his room he throws the shirt on the bed, realizes his mistake and instead puts it in the closet on the floor, he leaves the room and decides to not think about it. Later when he forces himself off the couch and to actually go sleep, he makes it back to his bed and can't help but roll into the spot that Stiles' shirt had touched. It smells just like him and it makes Derek want to get the shirt back out, but he refrains, that's too much too soon.

The next time it happens Derek is conscious of it. This time he doesnt even wait for Stiles to leave the room, instead waiting for him to be distracted by something in a book, and slips out the window with one of Stiles' worn out flannel shirts. The smell on this one is way stronger than the other shirt and Derek decides to leave this one under his pillow instead of the closet. He sleeps with it every night, and it takes all his strength to not rub it all over his body, to bathe in the scent of Stiles.

The third time it happens it's pack night at the loft and Stiles leaves his hoodie on the couch when he goes home. Erica, Isaac, and Boyd are still hanging around and Derek has to force his wolf to stay calm and not run to his room with the clothing. He apparently isn't doing a good job because Erica makes a comment on his claws, "You know for someone who taught us control you seem to be having a problem there, Alpha." She laughs.

"I'm fine." Derek says in a huff and his claws retract almost instantly. "Weren't you guys headed home?"

"Yeah, Boyd's dropping me off at Scott's, then him and Erica are going back to their place." Isaac comments, looking at Derek strangely. He receives a nod in response, but the Alpha doesnt think he has the strength to respond.

As they get up to leave Derek starts towards the couch when Erica spots Stiles' hoodie, she makes a move to grab it, but stops when the alpha let's out a low growl. She raises an eyebrow at him, but decides to leave instead of confronting him. The second he hears the car engine leave the driveway he has the hoodie pressed to his face and can't hold back the whine in the back of his throat. "What the fuck is wrong with me?" He whispers to himself.

"You're wolf has found a mate, my dear nephew." Derek is already turned around, with his claws digging into Peter's neck before he can say anything else.

"When did you get here?" He asks through his fangs, letting go of his uncle and pushing him away.

"I've been here since your little pack meeting started, I was going to come say hello, but sneaking up on you seemed more my style." Peter responds. "Now as for your little problem, I would say your wolf is quite gone on the kid if you are hiding his clothes in your room, and rubbing his scent all over yourself."

"How do you know about the clothes?" Derek all but growls, as he moves towards the stairs.

"Your puppies still have a lot to learn about scents, but I am no fool. You reek of him and I don't have to be in your room, I can smell the clothes from outside." Peter says with a laugh as he heads to the kitchen, leaving Derek alone to run back to his room.

Peter's comments stick with Derek long after the encounter, he decides to stay away from Stiles' house for a while, but realistically he only makes it about a week.

Stiles texts him about another threat that has been terrorizing a family a few towns over, and his resolve melts, he heads to Stiles' house right away. They aren't in the bedroom this time, as Stiles was already down stairs digging in his father's paperwork when Derek showed up. "Okay, so I haven't called Scott yet, but my dad just got called out to the station to talk to the other towns Sherriff, and I knew we had to make it fast..." Stiles keeps talking, but Derek has already zoned out. He is frozen to the spot because all Stiles has on is sweatpants and his red jacket, no shirt, and it's really taking a toll on the Alpha.

Before he can even think he is behind Stiles, pressed almost to his back, taking in big breaths of the others smell. He feels his control slip just enough that he has to stop himself from running his nose along the others neck. "Mate." He whispers to himself, drowning in the scent of the other.

"So, I was right?" Stiles asks aloud before leaning back against the wolf. "You like the way I smell, Sourwolf?"

Derek snaps out of the trance and moves back against the kitchen wall quickly, "You knew?" He grunts, but wont look up from the ground.

"Of course I knew. You stole my favorite shirts, and then Erica told me about what happened with my hoodie, I put two and two together. You know you could've just asked me for my clothes." Derek didnt realize how close Stiles had gotten until hes already looking into amber brown eyes.

"You would've let me have them?" He asks, pressing his claws into his palms. Being so close to Stiles after realizing exactly how he feels is a lot for his wolf, all he wants is to press against him again.

Stiles brings his hand up to Dereks face, moves it around to the back of the wolf's neck and squeezes softly, scent marking him. "Please don't tell me I have the wrong idea, because I really want to kiss you right now." He leans closer, his lips almost touching Dereks. "I want to smell like you too." He whispers before he connects their mouths.

Derek loses all control then, and flips their positions, using his strength to hold the other in place so he can rub himself all over his mate.

Also going to post on Ao3

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Unukalhai

It started when he was very young, the need to cuddle his little bear companion to be able to sleep, and that need has not yet dissipated. Draco received Unukalhai, his emerald green stuffed teddy, when he was only 6. It was a gift from his mother when the night terrors started. His father had been out more lately, then he would come home and go straight to his study muttering about 'The Dark Lord'. Draco knew who Voldemort was, his father wouldn't keep it a secret, he wanted Draco to embrace him from a young age, and never turn his back on him.

Even as a young lad Draco knew what side he needed to support, and if the night terrors came with supporting Voldemort then Draco could handle them, if only to make his father happy. Only his mother knew about the night terrors so one day when she put him to bed, and wished him goodnight, she laid the bear next to his side. "He will protect you, my little dragon." she said as she kissed his cheek. When she left the room Draco clung to the bear and hoped to have a good night's sleep.

Years later, after the rise and the fall of the Dark Lord, Draco stills clings to Unukalhai when he lays in his bed. The night terrors have gotten worse and Draco depends on the bear to get any sleep at all. Pansy used to laugh at him for having a teddy, but after the war she mentioned she might find her a stuffed toy to sleep with as well.

No one would blame her, the things they have all seen, the pain they have all felt, it was all too real. Losing loved ones, losing the world as you knew it, that could damage anyone, and it did. It damaged everyone. Even Saint Potter.

Being back at Hogwarts to finish their final year, a choice for some, a requirement for Draco, was hard for everyone. Life could never be the same and Draco felt it in everything he did. His father would rot in Azkaban, his mother would wither away all alone in the manor, and Draco would be lucky to survive the torment he received while he was forced to stay at Hogwarts. Not that he didn't deserve it, he felt he did, and he understands why people treat him the way they do, he just wished they could see why he did it. He was trying to protect his mother. When you have a dark wizard staying in your home, demanding all that he did, controlling ever aspect of your life, it was hard to defy him. Draco could have died, or worse his mother could have died. Potter understood, or so Draco assumes after Potter spoke up for him and mother, but now back at Hogwarts Potter avoids him.

Luckily for Draco he was the only Slytherin to come back after the war, now the eighth years get their own tower, and Draco has a room all to himmself. He never sits in the common room with everyone else and decides to either stay in his room, or find a quiet spot in the library.

The only things he holds dear are Unukalhai, and his friendship with Luna. He started this unlikely friendship when she was stuck in his dungeon, Luna being the only one besides his mother to understand why he took the mark.When Draco eats in the dining hall it is always at the end of the Slytherin table either alone, or with Luna when she wanders over.

Another thing he is starting to accept, but not hold too dearly in case it all blows up in his face, is Potter protecting him. He should be used to Potter's savior act by now, but it still catches him off guard when Potter saves him from surprise hexes. More than once Potter has sent students to McGonagall for bullying Draco, and isn't that just what he deserves? Karma for being a bully all those years growing up, yet Potter still comes to his rescue, and always with the same explanation. "You didn't choose your side in the war, sure you aren't the best person, but you are paying for your actions. Bullying you isn't going to solve their problems, it isn't going to change the past. If they want to duel, fine, but it needs to be a fair fight, and seeing as you don't have a wand right now I don't think that's very fair."

One day Potter won't be there to protect him, and when that day comes Draco will get what they think he deserves. Hell even he feels he deserves it sometimes. If his night terrors are bad he can only imagine what everyone else's are like. Sure they didn't have to live under the same roof as Voldemort, but most of them lost their homes or their family. His mother is still alive, has a safe place to live, and that's all Draco needs. That's more than what most of the students can say, and that thought alone eats away at Draco. If only he could've been stronger, if only he could've stopped Voldemort when he was still weak, and living in one of the manors many rooms.

However, he wasnt strong enough, and thank Merlin that Potter was there to save them all, but not today. He wasn't there today to save Draco when he needed him most, and in a twisted way Draco is thankful for that. Draco knows he deserves this pain, deserves every hex and curse they throw at him. He knows he should be screaming in agony, but instead he is just lying on the ground, his body shaking violently as tears make wet tracks down his face.

He is too weak to move and he can feel himmself getting weaker. He is torn between happiness that it is finally over, and regret that he couldn't stay stronger for his mother. His eyelids are drifting shut and the pain, growing ever stronger, is starting to take it's toll on him, but all too soon it stops. "No." He whimpers when he realizes what is happening. "Stop. I deserve it." He tries to say, but all that comes out is a grunt and a half sigh.

He doesn't remember passing out, but he must have because he is waking up in the infirmary, and from the window it seems to be late. His head hurts too much to really get a good look around, and when he tries to sit up his body refuses, so he is forced to lay back again. Madam Pomfrey chooses that moment to walk into the room, followed by a furious McGonagall, and marches straight to Draco's side. While she starts assessing the problems Draco is sure he has, McGonagall starts questioning him. She asks who did it, has it been going on for a while, why hasn't he said anything, all followed by "Don't lie to me Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Potter has already told me about the students who have been harassing you."

Draco has to scoff at this because of course Saint Potter has told her everything, he can't leave any wrong doings go unnoticed or unpunished.

In the end Draco still doesn't tell her who it was, or just how long it has been going on, and besides veritaserum she can't get answers from him so she gives up and has Madam Pomfrey keep him overnight in the infirmary.

However, Draco can't seem to sleep anymore after that, and Madam Pomfrey refuses to give him any dreamless sleep, so he asks for the only thing he knows. As soon as he gets Unukalhai in his arms he is able to drift off to sleep, and doesn't wake again until morning. That in and of itself is a mistake, because as soon as he opens his eyes he is met with the face of the savior himmself. He tries to feign sleeping a bit more, but it is too late, Potter knows he is awake.

"Who knew the big bad Slytherin, Draco Malfoy, slept with a teddy?" He laughs, but there doesn't seem to be any real fire behind it.

"Well, Potter, if you must know many of the Slytherin's knew of Unukalhai. He was a gift from my mother when I was young, not that it's any of your business." He scoffed, rejoicing in the fact that his body no longer screamed in pain as he rolled over to face away from the Golden Boy.

"You even named it?" Potter laughs again.

"Yes I named him!" Draco hisses back, "If you are just going to sit there and mock me I am sure there are better ways you could be spending your time. So if you dont mind please see yourself out."

He hears footsteps, but his hopes are squashed as Potter instead comes to stand in front of him again. "Actually I came to make sure you were okay."

"Why do you care?" Draco asks with a scowl, "All apart of your savior act? Got to make sure I am okay so you can go back to your adoring fans and let them know you've saved my life again? Or are you trying to up the life debts I owe you?"

"You know what Malfoy? I was hoping you'd changed. Luna talks about you all the time, about how you aren't your father's son, and how you are actually a decent person. Surely you've cast a spell on her because I don't know what she sees in you. I've done nothing but help you and this is how you repay me? Mocking me?" Potter isnt screaming, but he has raised his voice, and any minute Pomfrey is going to come in to remove him Draco is sure of it, but it never happens. Instead he stays there ranting at Draco until he runs out of things to say, and then he is stuck glaring at Draco. Finally he leaves the room, but not before giving Draco one last long look, however this one isnt a look of anger, more like pity.

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Guys this is in no way, shape, or form a complete story. I'm not happy with it at all, but I was tired of it sitting in my 'Work in progress' folder. Anyone is more than welcome to take it and finish it or just completely make it their own story. I'm sure there are plenty of mistakes and I am so sorry, but enjoy anyway??

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We Have Potential

Summary: Derek has finally been invited to the annual North American Werewolf Convention. The only problem? They’re expecting him to bring a significant other. He doesn’t actually have one, but everyone volunteers Stiles for the job.

Notes: A ‘fake dating-werewolf convention-bed sharing’ trope combination! Also an AU where nobody died and Derek leads the pack. This is the second longest thing I’ve ever written, whoo. This fic is complete, and I’ll be posting part two in a few days, when I’ve had time to edit it. (On AO3)

(Part Two)

When Stiles usually strolls into the loft, Derek is either napping, cooking, or pretending he’s annoyed by Stiles’ arrival. (Stiles was never actually given a spare key, after all. But he also knows that Derek doesn’t really mind). This time is different, though.

Derek is too busy reading a letter to notice Stiles at all, his expression a strange mix of happiness and fear.

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