Oh. My. God. 😍
Sterek Week '23 // Day 7, Haunted & Bewitched / @sterekweek-2023
Return to Hogwarts / Hogwarts AU
More than a decade ago, Derek and Stiles were students at Hogwarts together. As members of Slytherin and Ravenclaw respectively, they formed an unlikely friendship despite their differences in background and social circles. But just as they began to grow close, the Second Wizarding War pulled them apart.
Derek, a pure-blood and werewolf to boot, had little choice but to follow the Dark Lord's orders. Eventually he and his sister turned against the Death Eaters, but at great cost to his family. Stiles, a Muggle-born, made the same choice as many others in his position did to make their families forget them for their own safety.
With a lot of bad blood between the two camps, reconciliation has been difficult and Stiles and Derek hadn't spoken or seen each other since the Battle of Hogwarts. Having moved on with their lives and achieved much in their respective fields since, they only rarely thought of the other. To both of their surprise, they learn they're each up for prestigious teaching positions at the school: Derek for Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Stiles for Charms.
Now that they're returning to Hogwarts as colleagues and fellow professors to train a new generation of wizards and witches, they have a chance at reestablishing the relationship they once had. But taking that chance is easier said than done, and both of them might need a little push to be the first to break the ice.
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Oh hell effing yeah 😍😍😍 I love Star Wars and I love Sterek, th combination is just *chef's kiss*
Sterek Week '23 // Day 3, Worlds Collide / @sterekweek-2023
Rebel vs Empire / Star Wars AU
Stiles Stilinski, a former Republic officer turned rebel, is secretly acting as a double agent for the Empire after the Imperial Security Bureau took his father hostage and forced him to turn on his rebel cell. His ISB handler is an agent who has close connections to Derek Hale, an Imperial senator who sits on the Intelligence Oversight Committee. Derek, who has become disillusioned with the Empire and is doing all he can to protect his planet from being crushed under the authoritarian heel of Imperial oppression, intercepts Stiles' message from his handler first, then decides what to send to the ISB that is the least damaging and won't blow either of their covers. In turn, he uses his position as a senator to feed bits of classified Imperial information via the handler to Stiles who passes it on to his rebel cell.
When the ISB handler mysteriously disappears and the pair arrange to meet for the first time, things begin spiralling out of control very quickly. Their twisted symbiotic relationship is a dangerous dance during a time when Emperor Palpatine's hands are closing tighter and tighter around the throats of those who remain loyal to the idea of the old Republic. Gradually, as their worlds begin to collide, Stiles and Derek start to recognise that there's no one else left for them to trust but each other.
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Oh wow..... I was kinda hoping for something more, well, happy? But I'll take this too....
sterek x star wars au
— stiles is a senator oh the planet Naboo, fiercely fighting for the preservation of democracy. this displeased the Trade Federation, and Jedi Council have gotten a rumor, that the Federation has hired an assassin to kill a senator. the Jedi Council ordered the strongest jedi, derek hale, to protect stiles, and sent them to abandoned planet to hide there for a while.
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derek hale, the strongest jedi, a secret assassin, was hired by the Trade Federation to kill a senator stiles stilinski. he has his own reasons to take revenge stilinski family. derek has to protect stiles for a while and after that, when the Trade Federation give a sign they are ready for rebellion, he will kill a senator.
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"i guess this is a good lesson in not trusting people, right?" derek smirked, giving a broken smile. his eyes crackled with pain. the eyes were dry, and there were no tears. unlike stiles's eyes. a large hot drop burnt his cheek. senator was watching into those cold mesmerising eyes and trying to stop shivering, unable to take a breath due to a lump in his throat. it hurt so much.
"why?" all stiles could wheezed. icy numb fingers gripped his shoulders. he was so unbearably cold. "i opened my chest for you. wide open. so every corner can be seen. what was it like to kiss my heart, knowing from the very first second that you would tear the same heart to pieces?"
derek felt his own heart hurt. he felt how it was beating and rushing around the chest, trying to break the ribs.
"i wish you never had trusted me, senator"
and how painful it is to look into those impossible eyes.
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The fic-it fic, long awaited (like 2 hours, but still, greatly appreciated ❤️👌)
“Where is he?” Stiles rumbled, glancing at each member of the pack in front of him, before settling his incinerating gaze on one person he once considered a brother. “Tell me, Scott, where is my husband?”
Stiles knew the moment it happened that something was terribly wrong. It was the middle of the night when he was woken up by a scorching hot fire, running up his entire body. It took him a full minute of panicked breathing to realize it wasn’t a nightmare, but the pain of his mate he felt through their bond. It stopped rather abruptly, but that did little to calm him.
He didn’t feel Derek. On the other end of the bond, blessedly still existing, there was no usual warmth and steady presence. There was nothing but agonizing emptiness.
Stiles knew, he felt that it was wrong to let Derek pick up their son from Beacon Hills alone. Eli whined all week that he missed his grandpa and Derek, who couldn’t for his life say ‘no’ to their son, volunteered to drive him over for a mini-vacation.
Stiles should have listened to his gut, tell his boss to fuck off and go with them.
It took one wave of a shaking hand to open the portal. He didn’t care about the magic exhaustion. He wanted his husband.
To say that BH residents were shocked to see the empty space on front of them tearing apart in a strobe of lightning…
“I couldn’t do anything,” Scott shook his head, looking up at him remorsefully. Stiles learnt long ago not to believe him.
“Papa!”
Eli.
Stiles raced to his son, who was sitting on the cold ground, reaching with both of his hands towards him. His entire face was red and wet from tears, though his eyes shined beautiful gold.
“Oh, pup,” he murmured, taking Eli into his arms. The boy put his forehead on his shoulder and sniffed silent tears. It was obvious he was in too much of a shock to tell anything — Eli clutched at his father’s back, digging into the skin with the claws, but Stiles paid them no mind.
As Stiles shushed his pup, scratching the back of his head, he looked up at Scott with murder in his eyes.
“Where is he?”
“Nogitsune,” Stiles’ father rasped. He looked almost as awful as his grandson.
“He sacrificed himself,” Scott interrupted him, clenching his jaw. “For the greater good. For the pa—“
Stiles shut him up with a growl he learnt from his husband.
“We have our own pack!”
“He helped kill the nogitsune,” Scott insisted, stepping closer, but then immediately flinching backwards at Stiles’ glare. “He died as a hero.”
Eli’s anxious and terrified breathing grew heavier.
“Shh,” Stiles muttered in his messy hair. “He didn’t die, pup, it’s alright.”
He didn’t know what the fuck happened that brought the fucking thing back, but apparently it had something to do with Derek’s disappearance.
Oh, he would never allow them to take another step in this forsaken place anymore.
“Nogitsune can’t be killed,” he grit out, taking Eli’s hands from him and standing up. “Dad, look after him. Take him to your house, make a mountain ash circle — he’s not in control yet.”
“Stiles…”
“Our bond is alive,” Stiles shouted, making everyone shut up again. “I don’t see a body, and I bet you didn’t scream, either,” he thrust an accusatory finger at the banshee, who just looked away in shame. “If I’m not back in an hour, call Kira.”
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“Papa?”
“Yes, pup?”
Eli stomped in one place near the bedroom door, glancing nervously at Stiles. He was afraid to look at his dad’s scarred face.
“Is he gonna live?”
Stiles looked up from his husband’s burnt red skin on his torso, but didn’t stop moving his glowing golden-white hands in an intricate pattern of healing magic. Derek already looked better than fifteen minutes ago. By the morning, Derek wouldn’t feel an ounce of pain and all his scars will be gone.
“Of course,” he smiled tiredly. “You know dad’s a tough cookie.”
Eli shuffled towards the bed and fell on his knees in front of it, putting his chin on the bed. He leaned on his side, putting half of his weight on Stiles’ legs. His big eyes didn’t leave his dad’s still body.
Stiles wanted to hug his little boy so much, but it will have to wait. For now he just nudged Eli with his toes, making him look up at him.
“I’m proud of you, Eli,” he said quietly. Eli squeezed his eyes shut and put his temple against Stiles’ knee, breathing harshly. “You shifted. That’s amazing.”
“Lot of good it did,” Eli muttered. “If I was faster…”
“Nuh-uh, the guilt wagon is stopping right now,” Stiles shook his head. “Dad wouldn’t have risked taking you with him back to that inside-out place. None of this is your fault, kiddo.”
Eli sniffed.
Suddenly, Derek grunted something under his breath. All attention instantly zeroed on the wolf, both his mate and his son waiting with bated breath for another sign of consciousness. One of Derek’s hands, lying closest to the edge, moved bit by bit, until it reached Stiles’ knee.
Eli sniffed once again, then carefully took his dad’s hand, mindful of still healing burns, and put it on Stiles’ knee, then laid his head on top. Clever pup, letting his Alpha know his pack was here.
“Eli,” Derek breathed out, his eyelids fluttering.
“Shh,” Stiles shushed immediately, lightly caressing his cheek with his glowing hand. “He’s alright.”
“Stiles.”
“I’m here, love. You’re safe.”
Derek relaxed once again, falling into much needed sleep.
“See,” Stiles said with a relieved smile, looking down at Eli, who finally had some hope in his puppy eyes and a wobbly smile on his lips. “Everything’s gonna be alright.”
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