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sapphireginger · 7 months

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High on Zipping into Love: Chapter #12

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Derek is in the kitchen humming while he washes dishes and Cora wants to know—“Who are you and what have you done with my brother?”

“Damn it gremlin!” Derek snaps, startled. “I’ll have you know that I am still me.”

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Derek is in the kitchen humming while he washes dishes and Cora wants to know—“Who are you and what have you done with my brother?”

“Damn it gremlin!” Derek snaps, startled. “I’ll have you know that I am still me.”

“Yeah. I mean you look like my brother and well, I would know. After all, I see the female you when I look in the mirror but this whole thing going on with your face is like way more intense than usual. Someone had a good date then.”

Derek’s ears darken and his cheeks flush. “It was really good, Cora. He’s…” he trails off, smiling dopily. “He’s amazing.”

Cora smiles and snags a banana. “So…” she trails off.

“I really like him, Cora-Bear,” Derek whispers.

The raw emotion in his voice combined with her childhood nickname, tells Cora everything she needs to know. She kisses her brother’s cheek and then hops up on the counter. “Okay. So, are you guys dating? Are you going to see him again? Do I need to give him the shotgun talk?”

“No talk but…” Derek nods. “Yeah. We’re going to go to a movie this weekend and dinner Wednesday night. He also said I can stop by work whenever. If that all goes well, then we’ll have dinner at the diner with the kids.”

“Wow. That’s amazing, Der.”

Derek grins as he puts the dishes in the cupboard. “Thanks gremlin.” He leans back against the sink. “I can’t believe we can finally stay here.”

Cora tosses the banana peel in the trash and sends a smile in his direction. “Me too. No offense to the hotel but I wanted to be here in our house. So, what’s he like?”

“Wouldn't you like to know?”

“Uh, yes! Hence why I asked little bro.”

“Well that’s for me to know and you to find out.”

Cora pouts. “I will find out.”

Derek smirks. “I’m sure you will. In time.”

They stare at each other, each waiting for the other to concede but Cora breaks first. “Oh fine you spoil sport. As long as he’s nothing like Ashley and he’s not because he actually showed up, then I approve.”

Derek sobers and nods in agreement. “Yeah. He’s definitely nothing like Ashley.”

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Past: Six Years Ago

Derek is running late for work and hurriedly locks his door only to come to a full stop on his front porch when he notices a basket. He hears a soft cry and realizes there is a baby in the basket. He sees an envelope on top and picks it up.

When he opens the letter, he finds a birth certificate, official relinquishing of parental rights paperwork and a note. It takes a moment to sink in and he leans down to scoop up the baby, while the words of the letter swirl in his mind.

𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝙳𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚔,

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜. 𝙸 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚢 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚝. 𝚈𝚘𝚞’𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗. 𝚃𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚡 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍.

𝚂𝚘, 𝚒𝚏 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗, 𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗.

𝙰𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐!

- 𝙰𝚜𝚑

He sways back and forth with the baby to help keep him asleep. The letter is from a one night stand he had a little over a year ago. The baby can’t be more than six months old. He makes an executive decision to take the bus to the hospital.

On the way there he calls Cora and then calls his boss.

The hospital nurse takes his blood and the baby’s blood to test the DNA. Then, they leave him cradling the baby in one of the rooms. He doesn’t know how much time passes between them drawing blood and getting the results but when he hears that this little six month old baby boy is really and truly his, nothing else matters.

“Hey little one. I’m your daddy,” he whispers, brushing the knuckle of his index finger against the baby’s cheek as he sways, uncaring of the tears slipping down his cheeks. Derek’s son—his SON—is perfect.

“Mr. Hale?” a voice says from the doorway.

Derek tilts his head in acknowledgment but doesn’t take his eyes off of his son. “Hm?”

“Mr. Hale!” the voice snaps.

This makes Derek tense and look over. “Yes?”

A short, plump woman stands staring him down, or trying to. “My name is Sara Lewis. I work for Child Protective Services.”

Derek holds his son closer. “I see. What can I help you with?”

She smirks and opens her mouth to answer but falters when Cora pushes past her in a hurry. “I’m Mr. Hale’s lawyer. Here are the forms proving this child is his. Here are copies of the birth certificate and documents clearly showing that the mother chose to sign her rights away. If you feel the need to further press your luck, you can call our main branch. As for me and Mr. Hale, we’ll be leaving now.”

Derek watches the whole thing in amused appreciation and when Cora ushers him out of the room, he quickly goes and they head to her car. “Thank you, Cora.”

She gestures to the backseat where a car seat is all ready to go for the baby. “You’re welcome. Let’s go home.”

As they drive to Derek’s home, he can’t take his eyes off the sleeping baby. “He’s perfect. Have you ever seen anything more perfect?”

Cora grins as they pull up to the house. “Never.” She turns off the car and turns to look at her brother, both of them ignoring the For Sale sign in the yard and what that could have meant if they’d already moved when the baby was abandoned.

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Derek is never far from his son whom he names Ezekiel. Cora offers to drive the car up since hers was a rental and he gratefully accepts, eager to begin their lives in Atlanta, Georgia. Derek has been offered a job as a kindergarten teacher and it’s even better now that he knows there’s a daycare as well.

Little Zeke grows up in Atlanta and is so much like his daddy. He’s all smiles and giggles. Derek has never been happier and when he gets another, better, job offer for a teaching position in Charlottesville, Virginia, a month after Zeke’s sixth birthday, he eagerly accepts.

Zeke picks out the color pastel green for his bedroom walls and gets bedding with tigers on it for his bed. They make their house a home just like they did in Atlanta, only this time Zeke has a bigger hand in how things look.

It’s nearly the middle of August when they are finally settled in. They’ll have to spend a couple nights at a hotel while the electric company makes their final check but otherwise they’re all set.

It’s while they’re trying to choose a movie that Zeke asks a fateful question. “Daddy, can we go play here?”

Derek looks at the tablet to see what his son is asking about. He’s surprised but exchanges a look with Cora, the both of them smiling.

“Please, Daddy? It looks like a lot of fun.”

Cora grins at her brother and Derek can’t help it when he says, “I don’t see why not.” He takes a seat next to Zeke and looks at the website. “Let’s see just what Howlin' Heights is.”

#teen wolf #stiles stilinski #derek hale #angst #fluff #single parent derek hale #high on zipping into love: ch. 12 #sterek #chapter 12 #past child abandonment #past derek hale/ofc #human au #zeke hale (oc)#cora hale

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houseofwisteria · 4 months

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❝ you have a kind heart. i know you don't believe me, and you try to hide it behind a facade, but i know for a fact that you do, deep down. ❞ (To Derek from Lydia Martin )

" You're just like me. You also hide. You don't let yourself get too close. It's better that way. Less disappointment but I dunno... lately? It's become harder and harder to be that way. "

#acourtcfmuses #( ch: derek hale )

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bentrulearchived · 2 years

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DEREK DOESN’T LIKE A CHANGED ROUTINE, and he certainly doesn’t like a changed social circle, as lacking as his sociality may be. credit it to him being a recluse for as long as he could remember, which is to be expected considering that he’s effectively blocked out every part of his life before the ripe age of fifteen. ( he finds it far easier to suppress all of the memories than wallow in a deep agony that does nothing but make him vulnerable. sometimes he finds himself reminiscing and trying to remember, but regret hits him like a semi - truck as soon as he tumbles down the dark hole and is unable to crawl back out of it. ) not that the pack has changed, but another man that’s slightly older than him has been hanging around the pack itself, for reasons that he hasn’t bothered to figure out. he’s learned to mostly accept it and SELECTIVELY IGNORE HIM when he’s inevitably around, but now he’s gone and fucked with his routine as well. which didn’t happen until this morning when derek was completing his daily run in the area around his preserve, closer to town, and he’s forced to tear out one of his headphones when the man appears on the trail in front of him. ❝ you’re everywhere, ❞ he huffs with nothing short of annoyance, crossing his arms against his chest. ❝ do you need something? everyone’s at school. ❞

@theyburied, plotted starter

#theyburied #☆ ° . * in character » interactions #☆ ° . * ch. » hale‚ derek #[ what if..... he's DEREK'S guardian angel??? hmmm.... ]#[ i did leave it open tho ]#[ since this is our first interaction w them ]

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kca1516 · 2 months

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Kings of a Purple Sea:

Stiles and Derek are rival pirate captains, each trying to get a one up on the other in an attempt to rule the seven seas.

Derek is leader to the legendary Hale Pack. A ruthless family of werewolves who even the greatest fear.

Stiles, the Sea Charmer, has his own cruel reputation, though no one has seen his true face as he hides it in silks of dark blue wrappings.

However, when a joint enemy threatens to take both crews out, will Stiles and Derek be able to put aside their differences and work together before they both burn in the water?

Ch 5 out now !!!

#ao3 #ao3 writer #ao3 fic #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #derek hale x stiles stilinksi #teen wolf #pirate au #pirate #pirates

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just-another-busy-fangirl-writes · 3 months

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Big Softie: Nighttime, Sterek, 100w, teen [AO3] @sterekdrabbles 1/22/24 (white, listen, upset) theme: gentleness

Stiles stood in the hallway, listening to Derek’s voice over the white noise machine.

“Hey, cub,” Derek cooed. “What’s got you upset?”

Stiles heard sniffling. “C-can you ch-check under my bed, Daddy?” Eli asked through his tears. There was rustling before Derek answered.

“Nothing’s there, cub. I promise, Papa and I won’t let anything happen to you. You’re safe here.”

A moment longer - Stiles was sure Derek was tucking Eli back into bed - and then Derek came out to the hallway.

“Who’da thought Derek Hale was just a big softie?” Stiles teased quietly, grinning. Derek’s smile was bashful, but happy.

#sterekdrabbles

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taeswolfie · 6 months

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𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝑭𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 : 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒐𝒖𝒓

☽︎𝑴𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄 𝑩𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒕☾︎

Ch.03 - Ch.05

Series Masterlist

Pairing: x Stiles Stilinski x fem!Reader

Word count: 3.1k

At school Scott informed Y/n and Stiles of things he learned the night before from Derek, including that the broody Hale hadn't bit Scott, there's a third werewolf called an Alpha who is actually the one that turned Scott, and that the Alpha wants him. They stopped talking about it for now, but Stiles still has questions, ones he brings up as the three wait for their graded papers.

Stiles leaned forward and tapped Scott to get his attention. "If Derek isn't the Alpha, if he's not the one who bit you, then who did?" He whispered.

"I don't know."

"I told you it wasn't Derek." Y/n muttered loud enough for them to hear. "I had a feeling." Well, she had more than that, but they don't need to know that. Yet.

"Did the Alpha kill the bus driver?" Stiles glanced over Y/n's statement.

"I don't know." Scott said again.

Stiles leans back and sighs before going forward again. "Does Allison's dad know about the Alpha?"

"I don't know!" Scott turned and snapped, his voice raising enough for the class to look at him curiously. He sighed and turned back front again. The teacher came around and gave the papers to the three. Y/n smiled at her A and looked to her left to see Stiles had also gotten an A. They both looked over Scott's shoulder and saw he had a D-.

"Dude, you need to study more." Scott flicked his paper down irritatedly. "That was a joke. Scott, it's one test. You're gonna make it up."

"Do you need help studying, Scotty?" Y/n offered.

He sighs. "No. I'm studying with Allison after school today."

"That's my boy." Stiles praised.

"We're just studying."

"Uh, no, you're not." Y/n gave Stiles a weird look as Scott glanced back.

"No, I'm not?"

"He's not?" Y/n asked at the same time.

"Not if I'm forced to live vicariously through you."

"Oh, God." Y/n groaned with an eyeroll. "Stiles, just because he's going to her house doesn't mean they're gonna do it."

"But he could is my point."

"Scott, just do what feels right and don't do anything just because he said so."

"If you go to her house today and squander that colossal opportunity, I swear to God I'll have you de-balled."

"Okay." Scott glanced at them with a laugh. "Just... Stop with the questions, man."

"Done." Stiles agrees. "No more questions. No more talk about the Alpha or Derek. Especially Derek... Who still scares me."

"Aw. Don't worry, Stiles. I won't let the big mean werewolf get you." She cooed with a teasing smile and he rolled his eyes with a scoff, a small smile tugging at his lips.

Later Y/n walked with Allison and Lydia through the halls, Allison had just mentioned Scott's study visit. "Scott's coming over?" Lydia asked curiously. "Tonight?"

"We're just studying together." Allison smiled.

"'Just studying' never ends with just studying."

Why am I part of the same conversation again? Y/n thought. "Lydia, not every study date ends with that."

"Sure it does." She shrugged. "It's like... Getting into a hot tub- somebody eventually cops a feel."

"Well, so what are you saying?" Allison asked.

"I'm just saying, you know, make sure he covers up." Allison still looks lost and Lydia chuckles. "Hello, Snow White! Do it with a condom."

Allison laughs surprised. "Are you kidding? After one date?"

"Don't be a total prude. Give him a little taste."

"Allison, you don't have to, okay? Scott's a gentleman, he won't be expecting anything to happen. Just let it happen naturally." Y/n advised again.

"Well, I-I mean, how much is 'a little taste'?" Allison asked unsurely.

"Oh, God. You really like him, don't you?" Lydia seemed mildly amazed.

"Well..." Allison sighs. "He's just different. When I first moved here, I had a plan- no boyfriends till college. I just move too much. But... Then I met him, and... He was different." She smiles bashfully. "I- I don't know. I can't explain it."

"I can. It's your brain flooding with phenylethylamine."

Allison chuckles. "What?"

"I'll tell you what to do. When's he coming over?"

"Right after school."

The bell suddenly rings and Y/n perks up at it. "I gotta go guys. I'll see you later!" She waved to her friends and dashed to the doors where she saw Stiles waiting for her. "Hey." She greeted when she came to a stop. "Thanks again for giving me a ride." She smiled at him.

"It's no problem." He smiled back and the two made their way to the blue vehicle, climbing in together when they get there. He pulls out of the space and starts to drive forward when a person steps into their way with an arm raised to stop them. That person was Derek Hale. Stiles quickly braked making the teens rock forward from the sudden action. "Oh, my God." Stiles exclaimed.

"What the hell?" Y/n breathed in shock. Then her brow furrowed as she saw Derek's ashen face. Car horns start blaring at the lack of movement, Y/n pays them no mind as Derek suddenly collapses. She curses as she jumps out to help.

"You've gotta be kidding me. This guy is everywhere." Stiles complained.

Y/n kneeled next to Derek. "Derek? Can you hear me?" He weakly nods and she helps him sit as Scott runs over.

"What are you doing here?" Scott asks.

"I was shot." Derek explained.

Stiles came up just then. "He's not looking so good, dude."

"Why aren't you healing?" Y/n wondered.

"I can't." His breathing is a bit labored. "It was- it was a different kind of bullet."

"A silver bullet?" Stiles blurted excitedly.

"No, you idiot."

Scott looked away and a moment later his eyes widened as he realized something. "Wait, wait. That's what she meant when she said you had 48 hours."

"What? Who- who said 48 hours?"

"The one who shot you."

Derek groans and his eyes start flashing blue. "Derek, your eyes." Y/n worried.

"What are you doing? Stop that!"

"He can't. Derek, come on. I need you to get up." She puts his arm over her shoulder trying to get him up, Scott helping by getting his other side. "We're putting him in the car." She and Scott get him into the car and into the back where Y/n can try to help. Stiles complained to Scott as Y/n looked at Derek's bullet wound. Black veins were slowly spreading from the sight and there was a slight blue tint.

"Can't you heal this?" He asked her, frustrated.

"Unfortunately not. I don't know what's in you so I don't know how to stop it." She frowned.

"What kind of a witch are you then?" He practically growled.

She glared at him. "I'm 16, Derek. What the hell do you expect me to do with a mystery poison laced bullet wound? Healing the flesh would do nothing to stop what's actually killing you. Also, I can't exactly use my abilities out in the open, in case you forgot."

He groaned again as Scott came to the window. "I need you to find out what kind of bullet they used." Derek asked of him.

"How the hell am I supposed to do that?"

"'Cause she's an Argent. She's with them."

"Why should I help you?"

"Because you need me."

Scott looks around, but relents after a moment. "Fine. I'll try." He sighs as Stiles gets back into the driver seat.

"Get him out of here."

"I hate you for this so much." Stiles complained before he sped off with the sick werewolf in his backseat.

They drove around for a bit until Stiles eventually decided to call Scott, although he got no answer. "What are you doing?" Y/n asked him.

"Texting Scott."

"Give me that." She snapped and snatched his phone from his hand. He glanced at her to complain but she gave him a look. "Eyes on the road."

"Yes, ma'am." She rolled her eyes, lips twitching into a slight smile while she texted Scott.

Did you find it yet?

He responded a minute later. Need more time. She sighed in frustration.

Stiles looked back at Derek as he was shrugging out of his jacket. "Hey, try not to bleed out on my seats, okay? We're almost there."

"Almost where?" Derek panted.

"Your house."

"What?" Y/n spoke up. "We can't take him there."

"We can't take him to his own house?"

"Not when I can't protect myself." Derek agreed with Y/n.

Stiles pulled to the side of the road and rounded on the man. "What happens if Scott doesn't find your little magic bullet? Hmm? Are you dying?"

"Not yet. I have a last resort."

"What do you mean? What last resort?" Y/n rolled up Derek's sleeve to check the wound again, Stiles grimacing at the sight. "Oh, my God. What is that? Oh, is that contagious? Y/n, you shouldn't get near that." He started sounding sick. "You know what, you should probably just get out." He said to Derek.

"Start the car. Now."

"I don't think you should be barking orders with the way you look, okay? In fact, I think if I wanted to, I could probably drag your little werewolf ass out into the middle of the road and leave you for dead."

"Start the car, or I'm gonna rip your throat out... With my teeth."

"Touch him and this bullet will be the last of your problems." Y/n threatened. "Stiles, start the car." Stiles sighs, but does as told and starts the car once more.

It's dark now as Stiles calls Scott again. "What are we supposed to do with him?" Stiles asks as soon as Scott answers.

"Take him somewhere, anywhere."

"And, by the way, he's starting to smell."

"Like- like what?"

"Like death."

Y/n rolls her eyes and takes the phone. "We can take him to the clinic. Alan should be gone by now so it should be fine."

"That's perfect! Thank you, Y/n."

Derek takes the phone from her this time. "Did you find it?"

"How am I supposed to find one bullet? They have a million. This house is like the- the fricken Walmart of guns."

"Look, if you don't find it, then I'm dead, all right?"

"I'm starting to think that wouldn't be such a bad thing."

"Then think about this. The Alpha called you out against your will. He's gonna do it again. Next time you either kill with him or you get killed. So if you wanna stay alive, then you need me. Find the bullet." He hangs up and Stiles starts driving to the animal clinic.

When they arrive Y/n gets the back open and helps settle Derek onto a pile of bagged dog food. Stiles' phone chimes as he turns the light on and he sees the message from Scott. "Does Nordic Blue Monkshood mean anything to you?" He asks.

"It's a rare species of wolfsbane." Y/n informs.

"He has to bring me the bullet." Derek sighed.

"Why?" Stiles questioned.

"Because he'll die without it." Y/n's tone is grim. She helps Derek up as Stiles leads the way into the building and turns lights on as they go. Derek takes off his shirt when they reach the back room and leans against the metal table. Blood trails his skin and the black veins have traveled further. Derek's breaths are heavy as he pants.

"You know, that really doesn't look like anything some echinacea and a good night of sleep couldn't take care of." Stiles tries weakly, standing on the opposite side of the table from Y/n and Derek.

"When the infection reaches my heart, it'll kill me." Derek pants and stumbles over to the cabinets in search of something.

"'Positivity' just isn't in your vocabulary, is it?"

"If he doesn't get here with the bullet in time..." He opens a drawer. "Last resort."

"Which is?" Y/n asks.

He pulls out an electric saw. "One of you is gonna cut off my arm." He puts it on the table and slides it towards Stiles.

Stiles picks it up, it buzzes, and he immediately puts it down. "Oh, my God. What if you bleed to death?"

"It'll heal if it works." He ties a rubber band around his arm.

"You don't know if it'll work." Y/n argues.

"I'm dead either way."

Stiles groans. "Ugh. Look... I don't know if I can do this."

"Why not?"

"Well, because of the cutting through the flesh, the sawing of the bone, and especially the blood!"

"You faint at the sight of blood?"

"No, but I might at the sight of a chopped-off arm!"

"All right. Fine. How about this? Either one of you cuts off my arm, or I'm gonna cut off your head."

"Okay, you know what, I'm so not buying these threats-" He's cut off as Derek reaches across and yanks him forward by his shirt.

Y/n grabs Derek's wrist and gets close to his face, blocking Stiles' sight of her. Her eyes flash dangerously as they glow purple. "Let. Him. Go." Her voice is deceptively calm. "Scott will get here. But, if he doesn't, I'll do the damn thing myself." Derek lets go of Stiles and she lets go of him. Her eyes dim as Derek leans over and vomits black blood.

"Holy God, what the hell is that?" Stiles gags and whines.

"It's my body..." Derek gasps for air. "Trying to heal itself."

"Well, it's not doing a very good job of it."

"Stiles, go over there." She coaxed the panicked boy over to the opposite side of the room.

"Now. You gotta do it now." Derek panted.

"Just give him another-"

"Just do it!" Derek cut Y/n off with a yell.

"Just wait!" She yelled back.

"Guys?" They heard a call from the front.

"Scott?"

Scott came around the corner and spotted Derek slumped over the table, his arm out, and the saw near him. "What the hell are you doing?"

Stiles sighed in relief. "Oh, you just prevented a lifetime of nightmares."

"Did you get it?" Derek asks weakly. Scott rummages in his pocket and fishes out the bullet, handing it to Derek.

"What are you gonna do with it?"

"I'm gonna.. I'm gonna..." Derek's eyes roll back. Y/n tries to snatch the bullet from his hands before it could fall as he collapses, but she just misses it and it rolls into a grate under a shelf.

Stiles drops to his knees next to Derek. "Derek. Derek, come on, wake up." He smacks the side of his face, it doesn't wake him. "Scott, what the hell are we gonna do?"

"I don't know!"

Y/n curses. "Scott, get the bullet! Stiles, just keep trying to wake him." She ordered and started rummaging through drawers for something. Scott drops down and reaches into the grate yet it's just out of his reach.

"He's not waking up!" Stiles fretted. "I think he's dying. I think he's dead!"

"Just hold on!" Scott yelled. He squeezed his eyes shut and focused, making his claws grow to pinch the bullet with them. His eyes widened as he pulled it out. "I got it!"

Y/n found what she was looking for at the same time. A lighter. "Give it here." She rushed over and took it. "Get him up!"

Stiles grimaced. "Please don't kill me for this." He reared back and punched Derek in the face, immediately crying out in pain as the werewolf blinked awake.

The boys helped Derek up as Y/n stood at the table. She carefully bit down on the bullet and took the tip off, pouring out the wolfsbane onto the table. She takes the lighter and puts the flame to the powder. Everyone flinched back a bit when it went up like sparklers. As soon as the fire was out blue smoke rose from the ashes and Y/n scooped it into her hand. Derek held his arm onto the table and she quickly pressed the ash into the wound, rubbing it in. Derek yelled in pain as he fell onto his back again. Y/n stood between Scott and Stiles as Derek writhed on the ground. He yelled again, this one sounding like a growl. The black in his veins receded and the blood vanished as the bullet wound finally healed.

"That... Was... Awesome! Yes!" Stiles cheered. Scott gave him a strange look while Y/n huffed a laugh.

Derek sat up already looking better than he had. "Are you okay?" Scott asked.

"Well, except for the agonizing pain." He sassed.

"I'm guessing the ability to use sarcasm is a good sign of health." Stiles commented.

"Yep, he's all better." Y/n agreed.

"Okay, we saved your life, which means you're gonna leave us alone, you got that?" Scott ordered. "And if you don't, I'm gonna go back to Allison's dad, and I'm gonna tell him everything."

"You're gonna trust them?" Derek asked. "You think they can help you?"

"Well, why not? They're a lot freaking nicer than you are."

"I can show you exactly how nice they are."

"What do you mean?"

"Come with me." Derek got his shirt and jacket and took Scott to his car.

Y/n sighed and slumped against a wall, the adrenaline leaving her exhausted in its wake. She slid down and sat on the ground, Stiles sliding down next to her with a sigh of his own. "You were pretty cool, by the way. With the whole magic bullet thing." He said.

She tiredly chuckled. "Thanks, Stilinski."

"How did you know what to do with it?" He wondered.

"Uh... I think I read it in an alternative medicine book once? Like an unorthodox cure for poison or something like that." She lied. It tasted bitter on her tongue and twisted her stomach. She never wanted to have to do that, but she doesn't want them to know, to look at her differently. For as long as possible she wants to be human in their eyes. She sighed and looked around for something to change the subject. "I've gotta clean up and lock up before Alan finds out." She gets up.

"Oh, uh, I'll- I'll help." He scrambled up after her.

"Thanks." She gave him a smile that he returned with a nod. With both of them the clean up was quick and he was giving her a ride home in 20 minutes. Once she quietly climbed up to her room she collapsed on the bed, exhaustion sweeping over her and pulling her down into sleep.

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quackquackcey · 1 year

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More Than Enough

Rated E, 8k words, 2 chs. Tags: season 2 canon rewrite, 5+1 things, hurt/comfort, fluff & smut, idk. Read on AO3.

Summary:

A story about how Derek managed to find peace in his life amidst the chaos of a murdering reptilian creature, war with the Argents, and his own mind in the arms of a bambi-eyed, pain in the ass boy.~ 🐺

Five times the word ‘prove’ haunted Derek, and the one person who changed it all.~ ✨

“The only way to prove yourself is through blood. Fear. Remember that.”

Peter’s voice ran through his head as he stood over Isaac, Erica, and Boyd groaning in pain on the floor, fear in their eyes as their broken bones mended.

“You think I’m teaching you to fight?” said Derek, voice hard. “I’m teaching you to survive, and you all need to learn everything that I know. As fast as I can teach you.”

And then he disappeared into the abandoned subway train car where he lived, seething, before he broke more bones.

That night, he dreamed of fires, of burnt ash and empty graves.

Of drowning guilt and searing agony.

“Naive, foolish boy.”

A warm laugh, now cold.

“You haven’t changed a bit. When will you prove that you can do more than destroy things?”

He woke up in a sweat, even more tired than before he’d fallen asleep.

Both Peter and his mom’s words echoed in his head throughout the rest of the night, as they had for the past six years, along with his own churning thoughts.

‘Prove yourself.’

Prove that he wasn’t a colossal failure. Prove that he wasn’t a walking harbinger of death. Prove that he was a Hale, that he was stronger now, that no one and nothing would stand in his way any longer.

Prove that he was an alpha.

But god, the exhaustion wore at him. He acted like he knew what he was doing, but he knew nothing, and that chipped away at him bit by bit, just as his family dying had, just as finding Laura ripped in half had, just as killing her murderer and the last surviving member of his family had—and he knew this was only the beginning.

The creature that killed Isaac’s dad, the Argents, and soon, other alphas.

He needed power.

He needed…more.

Not these high schoolers on a power trip who couldn’t even land a single hit on him.

To top it all off, as if things weren’t already beginning to spiral out of his control, of course he got himself paralyzed and near drowning in a pool when he’d gone to get details on what the creature looked like from Stiles.

“I don’t trust you. You don’t trust me,” he’d told Stiles. “You need me to survive, which is why you are not letting me go.”

Stiles let him go, pulled him back up, and got absolutely zero results from trying to call Scott.

An hour passed, or maybe it was two. Derek incrementally sank lower by the minute, but he didn’t say anything because Stiles was sinking, too—at this point, Stiles did not need him to survive if it meant dying in this damn pool.

“Hey, so since it’s looking like we might drown here, I was wondering about something that I read the other day,” spluttered Stiles, because apparently now was a great time for a discussion. “Have you heard of ‘Twilight’? It’s a book series? Has movies?”

Derek just looked at him.

“Okay, well, it’s some fictional universe where there are, like, vampires and werewolves, so I was wondering how true some of the stuff was,” said Stiles.

“…We’re drowning, and you want me to tell you how true a fictional universe is.”

“Hey, tone! I’m the one holding you up here! And if we’re drowning, then it doesn’t really matter how much sense it makes, now does it?”

“If we’re drowning, it doesn’t really matter if you know or not, now does it?”

“Don’t be such a sourwolf.” Stiles nearly sank underwater before kicking harder back up. “Oh god, I can’t keep this up, I need something to hold onto.”

Except there was nothing to hold onto, because it was a fucking swimming pool.

“Just drop me.”

“What?” Stiles spit out water as he struggled to keep their mouths and noses above the surface.

“Just drop me,” repeated Derek, because there were quite literally zero benefits to Stiles continuing to hold him up.

“What, no! What happened to all the bullshit you were spouting about me needing you to survive?”

“We’re both going to die.”

“Has anyone told you what a downer you are?”

They both dipped underwater for a heartstopping second, then up they bobbed once again, coughing up water.

“I thought that’s what ‘sourwolf’ meant.”

A pause.

Stiles spluttered out a laugh. “Was that a joke? Did you just make a joke? Now we really can’t die here so we can celebrate this occasion.” He looked around, breaths coming out heavy. “Okay. Okay, I’m going to try to get to the diving boards.”

Except they floundered and slowed down the nearer they got, and by the time Stiles made it there, he didn’t have enough strength to hold onto the diving board, so down they both sank to their certain deaths until two hands grabbed the both of them and quite literally threw them out of the water.

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#sterek #sterek fic #sterek fanfic #sterek fanfiction #sterek is eternal #eternal sterek #omf writes #derek x stiles #derek/stiles #derek hale #stiles stilinski #fic: more than enough

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equallyloyalandlethal · 11 months

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TOUGH LIKE DANDELIONS

A work in progress Thiam fic with updates once to twice a month. Currently at 18 out of 18 chapters with a word count of 133k.

There's a side presence of Scisaac, fairly pronounced, and somewhat minor Sterek.

There is a bit of zesty spice thrown in, so uh, be warned about Ch 16.

SUMMARY Not much had changed since Monroe's hunters invaded Beacon Hills. Theo tried integrating himself into the McCall pack over the last few years, but had little luck. The Nemeton was seemingly done attracting massive threats to the supernatural world, leaving life to return to what Theo guessed was supposed to be normal, complete with Liam going off to college. Unfortunately, as the puppy pack has finally come home, a new group of hunters has moved in on Beacon Hills. They've learned from Monroe and spent years creating a new type of weapon that transcends boundaries no one could have predicted. Not even Stiles. Theo will be pushed to his limits as he struggles to rein in his animals, which only he and Mason know he's slowly losing control of, while he tries to work side-by-side with the pack to save Liam (and Scott).

TAGS Good Theo Raeken, Thiam, Friends to Lovers, Getting Together, Captured, Protective Theo Raeken, Hurt Liam Dunbar, Theo Raeken-centric, Theo Raeken Feels, Theo Raeken Has Feelings, Theo Raeken is Liam Dunbar's Anchor, Liam Dunbar is Theo Raeken's Anchor, Oblivious, Pining, Mutual Pining, Pining Theo Raeken, Hurt Liam, Sad Theo Raeken, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Slow Build, Eventual Romance, Eventual Happy Ending, Trust Issues, Kidnapping, Good Friend Mason Hewitt, Theo Raeken & Mason Hewitt Friendship, Lydia Martin is Part of the Pack, Hellhound Jordan Parrish, Redemption, Forgiveness, Theo Earns Forgiveness, Scott is a Good Friend, Altered Mental States, Hunters Being Assholes (Teen Wolf), It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, Mind Manipulation, Psychological Torture, Semi-explicit Psychological Torture, Control Issues, Isaac Lahey & Theo Raeken Friendship, Personal Growth, Everybody Grows, Pack Mom Stiles Stilinski, Pack Feels, Sassy Lydia, Minor Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Theo Raeken Needs a Hug, Minor Isaac Lahey/Scott McCall, Heavy Angst, Angst and Feels, Past Allison Argent/Scott McCall/Isaac Lahey - Freeform, Minor Lydia Martin/Jordan Parrish, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort

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mxrvelouscreations · 1 year

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[8A] - Oscar from Derek

Maybe it was a good decision after all to join Derek at the gym. They were already a sweaty mess from working out and so, what was another little workout before they showered. He’d brought his knees up to his chest once he had tugged his shorts down, exposing himself to Derek as he pulled him in for a kiss. “I need you right now...”

#wexarexmadxhere #ch: derek hale #ns;fw

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whimsicalmeerkat · 10 months

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trading up - ch. 3

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On the other side of the door, looking vaguely amused, is Derek Hale in all of his stubbled glory. Stiles regrets his decision to not put on real pants this morning when Derek runs his eyes down his body. He raises his brow when he gets to the flannel pajama pants.

“Do those say ‘a howl of a night’?”

Stiles wasn’t prepared for Derek showing up at the door, but he offers him coffee. What else do you do with surprise werewolves? (Stiles has some other ideas, but they don’t happen in this chapter.)

Another chapter! This was written for the @sterekpromptmeme (Sterek Prompt Meme).

#sterek #teen wolf #derek hale #stiles stilinski #sterek prompt meme #fanfic #wip #rated t #author:whimsicalmeerkat #prompt fic

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sapphireginger · 7 months

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Chapter #9

Summary:

Stiles turns off the tv and coaxes her to look at him. “I will always braid your hair. I think it’s really cool that you’re showing him how but that doesn’t mean he’s going to do it better than me. I don’t think it’s bad if he gets really good at it.” “You don’t?” “Nope. Do you know why?” She shakes her head. “Why?” Stiles brushes her hair out of her eyes. “Because one day Boyd might have a little girl of his own and when she asks him to braid her hair, he’ll be able to do it because you taught him how.” Olivia’s eyes widen and she smiles. “Oh. Well, then that’s okay."

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Lunchtime rolls around the next day, when Erica brings Olivia home, Derek having headed home after breakfast.

“Daddy?”

“In the kitchen Liv!”

She runs inside and throws her arms around his waist. “Did you have fun Daddy? How was your date? Is Mr. Derek here? Are you gonna go on another date?”

“Woah, slow down kiddo.”

Erica closes the front door and makes her way to the kitchen. She eyes the wine glasses in the dish drainer and sends a smirk at Stiles who silences her with a look. She raises her hands in a placating gesture and smiles. “I’m sure your daddy had fun. You need to put your laundry in the hamper Livvy.”

Olivia huffs. “Okay but then I want to know how daddy’s date went.”

Stiles waits until Olivia is in the laundry room before giving Erica a go ahead gesture. “So how was it, Batman? Is he sculpted all over?”

Stiles makes a face even as he blushes. “That’s none of your business. He’s gorgeous and I had an amazing evening.”

“Well good. So where is he?” She glances at the stairs. “Bedroom closet?”

“No,” Stiles says with a snort. “He left after breakfast.”

Erica looks like the cat that got the cream. “So, he stayed the night then. Get it, Batman. Do I need to call Boyd to do any repairs to the bed?”

“Erica!” he hisses. He checks to make sure Olivia hasn’t returned and then fixes Erica with a glare. “We didn’t have sex.” His admission is followed by a one shoulder shrug.

“Why not?”

“Because I have Olivia to think about and he has Zeke. Being a parent means we have to take our kids into consideration when it comes to relationships.” He waits until she looks ready to argue before continuing. “That being said, we're going to a movie this weekend. He also asked about stopping by after he gets off work. I told him he was welcome anytime. I think he mentioned getting dinner on Wednesday night and then depending on how the movie goes we’re going to go out to dinner at the diner with the kids.”

Erica is stunned and then lets out a shrill squeal before hugging him and spinning him around. “Holy shit, Batman!” She smiles and pinches his cheeks. “My little Batman is all grown up.”

Stiles rolls his eyes but he’s wearing a soft smile. “About time huh?”

“I’m happy for you, Stiles. You deserve to be happy. Boyd and I are happy to have Olivia stay with us anytime.”

Olivia chooses that moment to run back out slipping on her socks and barely stops herself from falling. “Olivia Claudia Rose!”

“Sorry, Daddy.”

“What have I said about running in the house?”

Olivia wrings her hands. “No running in the house and never in socks because that’s how you get concussions, and you would know because you got one.”

Stiles nods. “Exactly.” He sighs and opens his arms pulling her into a hug. She melts into the embrace and accepts the kiss to her forehead. “So, how did Boyd do with braiding your hair?”

“He did okay for his first try.”

Erica beams. “He may even get to be as good as you one day.”

Olivia looks at Erica and shakes her head. She frowns and looks up at Stiles who quirks a brow. “Nobody will ever be better than daddy at braiding my hair.” She buries her head against Stiles’s stomach, and he puts his hand up to stop Erica from trying to backtrack. He’s pretty sure he knows what’s wrong.

“Livvy, angel?” he says softly. “I planned for us to watch Star Wars: The Last Jedi this afternoon. Do you want to go get the couch movie ready?”

“Okay,” she mumbles.

Once she’s out of earshot Erica looks at Stiles with guilty eyes. “I’m sorry.”

Stiles shakes his head and hugs her. “Don’t be. It’s okay. I think I know what’s wrong.”

“Really? Was it something I said?”

“No. Not really. I haven’t dated anyone since…” he trails off.

Erica cups the back of his head and rubs his back. “Oh, Stiles. I’ll leave so you can talk to her but if you need me don’t hesitate to call. Okay?”

Stiles relaxes in her arms. “Okay.”

They hug for a few minutes longer before Erica heads out and Stiles joins Olivia on the couch. She crawls into his lap and rests her head on his shoulder, her eyes on the movie that’s playing. Stiles wraps his arms around her, one hand playing with her hair. He doesn’t say anything, just letting her calm down.

It’s not until the credits roll that Olivia starts talking. “Will you always braid my hair daddy? I don’t want Boyd to do it better than you.”

“You don’t?”

“Nope. Do you know why?”

She shakes her head. “Why?”

Stiles brushes her hair out of her eyes. “Because one day Boyd might have a little girl of his own and when she asks him to braid her hair, he’ll be able to do it because you taught him how.”

Olivia’s eyes widen and she smiles. “Oh. Well then that’s okay. You’re the only one I want to braid my hair though. Okay, Daddy?” she says with a yawn.

With a smile and a kiss to her forehead Stiles nods. “Of course.”

“Can we take a nap now, Daddy? I’m sleepy.”

Stiles pulls a blanket over them and adjusts to lay down with her head on his chest. “Go to sleep, Livvy. I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

Her eyes close and her breathing evens out as she falls asleep. Just like the time Stiles has with her when he braids her hair, moments when they cuddle like this are just as precious. He kisses Olivia's forehead and tucks a loose golden blonde curl behind her ear, smiling at her sleeping face. She looks so much like her mother.

Sometimes he has to stop to catch his breath. He and Gracie, Grace, were kindred spirits, platonic soulmates and he'd do anything for Grace, including raising her daughter as his own no matter how much it hurts sometimes to see her in her.

Stiles feels his own eyelids grow heavy and doesn’t try to fight it when he too drifts off. He’s glad they have today and tomorrow to themselves.

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #erica reyes #olivia stilinski (oc)#fluff #light angst #kid fic #single parent stiles stilinski #high on zipping into love: ch. 9 #chapter 9 #human au

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