#hale family fic

[celestialvoid-fanfiction]

The Jeep

Eli’s sixteen and Stiles wants to give him the Jeep, Derek might need some persuading.

[AO3]

 “I’m just saying—” Stiles said, sitting back against the velvet covered bedhead. “He’s sixteen now, he’s got his licence, he’s going to need a car.”

“Then we’ll get him a car,” Derek replied from the ensuite.

“Why not just give him the Jeep?” Stiles pressed.

Derek peered his head around the corner of the doorframe. “Because that thing is held together by duct tape and prayers.”

“Then we’ll get it fixed up,” Stiles suggested.

“Or we just get him a new car,” Derek countered, stepping out of the ensuite. He turned the light off behind him and climbed into bed beside Stiles. “One with better safety ratings, GPS, Bluetooth, and all that. A car that’s not going to break down or fall to pieces every time he reverses out of the driveway.”

“A car that crumples like a paper ball at the smallest dent? I mean, I hit Jackson with that Jeep and it barely made a dent.”

Derek huffed out a breath, struggling to smother his laughter and trying to keep a serious face.

“We’ve been through a lot, and – for better or worse – that Jeep has survived everything we have,” Stiles continued. “It may not have Bluetooth or GPS, but it still works after all these years.”

Derek sighed.

He had to admit: Stiles had a point. That Jeep, despite all the damage and duct tape, had held together over decades.

But there was something else; something Stiles wasn’t saying.

Derek leant back against the pillows, turning his head to look at Stiles.

“And…?” he prompted.

“It’s going to sound stupid,” Stiles started slowly, “but it was my mum’s car. My dad gave it to me as a way of holding onto her. I always felt like… it felt like she was watching over me. And as silly as it sounds, the thought that she’d be watching over Eli gives me some comfort.”

Derek reached over and took Stiles’ hand in his. He laced their fingers together and gave Stiles’ hand a gentle squeeze.

Stiles blinked back the glistening tears that welled in his eyes.

Derek brushed the ball of his thumb over the back of Stiles’ hand.

“Okay,” he relented. “You can give him the Jeep.”

Stiles straightened, looking at Derek with a mix of shock and joy.

“On one condition,” Derek added quickly. “We get a complete refit: new engine, brakes, airbags, full service—all of it. And we’re taking the police scanner out.”

“You can replace it with one of those fancy radios with Bluetooth and GPS,” Stiles offered, leaning his head against Derek’s shoulder.

A small smile turned up the corners of Derek’s lips.

“Deal,” he whispered, turning his head and pressing a soft kiss to the crown of Stiles’ head.

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 “Eli?” Derek called out from where he stood by the front door.

He heard the footsteps on the wooden floorboards as Eli emerged from his room. “Yeah?”

“You got a minute?” Derek asked.

“Am I in trouble?” he asked as he made his way down the stairs and over to his dad’s side.

“Should you be?” Derek asked as he held the front door open, letting his son step out onto the front porch where Stiles stood waiting for them.

He paused for a moment, his eyes darting about as he searched his memories for anything he might have done that would get him in trouble.

“No,” he answered, but there was an upward infliction at the end of the word that made it sound like a question rather than a statement.

“You’re not in trouble,” Stiles reassured him.

“So, what’s up?” Eli asked.

“Well,” Stiles started. “You’re sixteen now and you have your license, and since your dad and I need the cars all the time—”

“And since you’ve proven you can be responsible and trustworthy,” Derek added.

“—we’re giving you a car.”

Eli’s eyes opened wide, his jaw hanging open. “Seriously?”

Derek nodded.

Stiles dug into his pocket and pulled out the key, holding it out in front of him for Eli to take.

Eli recognised the key.

He stared at it in stunned silence.

When he found his voice again, his words were barely a whisper.

“The Jeep?” His voice broke around the word, his eyes glistening with tears of joy as he looked from the key to his dads’ faces. “You’re giving me the Jeep?”

“It’s all yours,” Stiles told him.

Eli reached out and look the key from his dad.

“It’s been fully serviced,” Derek told him. “It has a new engine and everything.”

Eli glanced over his shoulder at the dusty-blue Jeep. “Can I…?”

Stiles nodded.

He leapt off the porch and bounded over to the Jeep, pulling open the driver’s side door and sliding into the seat. He didn’t turn it on; he just sat in the driver’s seat, bouncing up and down slightly with uncontainable happiness. He couldn’t help but laugh with excitement as he let his hands grip the soft, worn leather of the steering wheel.  

Stiles and Derek stepped over to the car.

Eli bolted upright, his eyes widening as he remembered something.

“Does it still have the—?” His words died off as he answered his own question: he pulled down the sun visor to see the photo of Stiles wrapped in Claudia’s arms. He was four – maybe five – years old in the photo, the sun shining on their faces as they both looked at the camera, caught half way between smiling and laughing. He carefully pulled the photo out from where it was held in place by elastic, holding it in his hands as he looked at it fondly.

He sniffed and blinked back tears, trying to hide his face from his parents as he turned to hand the photo to Stiles.

Stiles shook his head, gently pushing Eli’s hand back. “That’s for you.”

Eli looked at him, his brow furrowed slightly with confusion.

“She’s always watching over you,” Stiles said quietly.

Eli didn’t say anything. Tears fell from Eli’s eyes, trailing down his cheeks as he looked down at the photo again. He offered his dad a shaky smile as he slotted the photo back into its place. He looked at his grandmother’s face one more time before carefully and lovingly putting the sun visor back up.

He wiped away his tears with the sleeve of his jacket. “Thanks, Dad.”

Stiles offered him a kind smile.

“There’s an emergency kit in the back,” Derek told him. “First aid kit, blanket, bottled water, snacks, a change of clothes, and a few other things. And, most importantly…” He stepped around the hood of the Jeep and opened the passenger side door. He reached into the glove box, pulled something out, and held it up.

The moment Eli and Stiles saw it, they both burst into laughter.

A brand new roll of duct tape.

#sterek #sterek au #sterek dads au #sterek parents au #sterek family au #sterek imagine #imagine sterek #sterek fanfiction #sterek fanfic #sterek fic #sterek one shot #sterek short one shot #eli hale #eli stilinski hale #sterek fluff #fluff with light angst #fluff and feels #more tags on a03

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Hi, I'm looking for a Sterek fic, but it's mainly Stiles leaving Beacon Hills and, I think he was trying to find himself, he'd contact his dad through leaving answer machine messages. His dad would never listen to them, until the pack were around.

I've tried for 3 days to find this fic and I am losing the will to live. I swear to God, if I've imagined this up

Please help meeee 😭😭

Hi @pa-nd-em-on-iu-mp-an-da! @nerdherderette says it sounds like this one.

Those Are The Days That Bind Us by s_a_m

(5/5 I 52,171 I Mature I Sterek)

His father wasn’t stupid. He was an officer of the law, trained to look for patterns. He confronted Stiles about werewolves and they shouted and Stiles tried to explain but his father was so, so, so mad, more mad than Stiles had ever seen him, ever in all his life and then his father looked at him and said,

“It’s like you’re not my son anymore.”

And Stiles broke.

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #stilinski family feels #angst #misunderstanding #lost fic

[undercoverbastard]

Judging a Derek by His Cover

“Seriously? You have to ask?” Stiles asked, in a bit of a disbelieving tone. “I mean I-... have you seen you? Resisting you sounds impossible, Derek, I mean seriously. I don’t think anyone in their right mind would tell you no if you gave them even a second look that’s- that’s impossible, you’re-”

Derek had already begun to tune out, a sick feeling crawling from the pit of his stomach upwards. He had grabbed for his shoes, fumbling slightly as he slid them on, in the middle of Stiles’ rambling. Before the other could continue, Derek waved away the rest with a nod.

“Right, right - you’re not… blind,” Derek interrupted. Stiles seemed a bit stunned at the overly neutral tone. Moving past Stiles without looking him properly in the eye, Derek mumbled about needing to get ready. Stiles attempted to stop him, his voice going low once the door opened, but it was of no use.

+.+.+

OR: a fic from the vaults, inspired by modern-day royalty au, derek’s penchant for being sought after just for his looks, and im not sure what else was going on in my brain at the time tbh

Word Count: 4387

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“I have to get ready,” Derek said, pushing himself up and out of the bed. He sighed, sitting on the edge, staring at his hands a bit blankly. He wished he could freeze time - stay in moments like these. These moments are stolen in between chores and tasks, family and staff. He didn’t want to have to leave.

“Oh?” Stiles asked, stretching out lazily, tucking his hands behind his head. “What’s on the agenda today, sir prince?”

The tone was teasing but it made Derek cringe. Another reminder. He didn’t hate his position or his family or his people or any of it - he loved Beacon and his family was amazing and he adored being able to be a part of what made all of it. But, his position - his title - came with limitations. Expectations.

“Some gathering,” Derek mumbled, ducking his head a bit lower, “my mom says it’s in celebration of the peace treaties - ten years this week. But…”

“But…?” Stiles prompted, moving to curl behind Derek, his chin resting on a pillow as he gazed up at the other’s face. Derek cut his eyes to the side, letting the slightest of smiles curve across his lips before it fell off again. That was another one of Stiles’ talents - his ability to make Derek laugh and smile, no matter the day or its events.

“But,” Derek gathered a deep breath, “she’s been hinting at… socializing, at dating. She keeps bringing up names and countries and heirs and… I don’t know. She keeps mentioning Braeden and just…”

Stiles moved away, crawling up to a sitting position himself. Derek cast a look back at the other, waiting for some sort of response. It took a minute, Stiles facing away from him and seemingly fiddling with his shirt and hair. When he turned back he had a wide grin, cheeky and teasing.

“Oh you’ll do fine, Der, who could ever resist you? Huh?” Stiles said, giving him a nod of appreciation. It made Derek’s throat dry up, a reminder creeping in.

“Resist me…” Derek repeated a bit dumbly, staring now to the side of Stiles’ head, looking unseeingly out the window on the opposite side of the room. He heard Stiles give a huff of laughter, saw the shaking of his head from his peripheral.

“Obviously,” Stiles scoffed, “they’d have to be blind!” And that’s when Derek’s blood ran a bit cold, color draining from his face ever so slightly. “Anyways, I should - uh- get going. Let you get ready for the party and all that.”

Stiles stood up, fingers carding through his hair before tugging at and smoothing down his shirt. They’d laid lazily in the spare room for hours, taking turns carding fingers through one another’s hair, biting lingering kisses into one another’s lips, straddling each other’s laps as they got lost in the quietness disturbed only by soft groans and gasps. It had been bliss, those couple hours together. It was one of the only times Derek didn’t feel like he was on display or out of place to some degree. It felt right. Comfortable.

Staying quiet, Derek watched as Stiles stood up, slipping his shoes back on and fretting over his clothes again. He was always busy, mind and body in constant motion even if it didn’t make sense. It used to infuriate Derek when Stiles first began working in the library - he could never focus with the other’s mumbles and murmurs and humming and moving. It was chaotic in the smallest of ways. Now, though, he felt restless if Stiles didn’t move - his skin felt prickled if the younger man stayed still too long, a wrongness about it.

Before Stiles could open the door and sneak a look outside before he darted out, Derek asked, “Why didn’t you?”

Stiles paused, looking at the other in confusion and a half tilt of his head. “Why… why didn’t you resist me or - turn me down? Why?” Derek elaborated. His voice held steady and sounded normal but his heart was lodged in his throat and the tips of his fingers felt numb.

The question at least gave Stiles pause. He stepped back closer in the room, an incredulous look on his face once his mind seemed to catch up. He began waving, hands exaggeratedly emphasizing the length of Derek’s form still sitting on the bed before he gave an answering huff.

“Seriously? You have to ask?” Stiles asked, in a bit of a disbelieving tone. “I mean I-... have you seen you? Resisting you sounds impossible, Derek, I mean seriously. I don’t think anyone in their right mind would tell you no if you gave them even a second look that’s- that’s impossible, you’re-”

Derek had already begun to tune out, a sick feeling crawling from the pit of his stomach upwards. He had grabbed for his shoes, fumbling slightly as he slid them on, in the middle of Stiles’ rambling. Before the other could continue, Derek waved away the rest with a nod.

“Right, right - you’re not… blind,” Derek interrupted. Stiles seemed a bit stunned at the overly neutral tone. Derek always spoke in an even manner, known for being a bit brasher in his tone than others but fairly neutral and even overall - it was a mark of the Hale family, after all. To be balanced in all ways. He couldn’t risk being too nice or too rude. He may toe the line of overly curt and brash but he was never outright cold with his words. But even he could hear it - the change in his voice. It was exceptionally vague - not a hint of brashness. He was as even as his mother in her political discussions - unreadable.

Moving past Stiles without looking him properly in the eye, Derek mumbled about needing to get ready. Stiles attempted to stop him, his voice going low once the door opened, but it was of no use. Even the soft touch to Derek’s shoulder as he stepped out slid off with just a single step, allowing the steadily growing wall between them to commence.

Derek tried not to think about it. Shoved the thoughts out of his mind as he left the mostly empty hall and trailed back to his own room. He shouldn’t have thought Stiles would be interested in anything else besides his looks. It was, after all, his saving grace. After Kate’s stunt years back, most people averted their eyes - unable to meet Derek’s. It lingered with some, but it only took a year or two at most before he was once more a display.

Giggling visitors from other countries bashfully complimented him on how handsome he was, eyes raking up and down his body at parties and celebrations. Tabloids posted dozens of photos whenever he left the palace - endless remarks of his looks and how well clothes fit him and how others were sure the good looks didn’t stop at just his face pouring from every media outlet in the country and even in others.

He was used to it. He smiled his practiced smile, knew when to bow his head and murmur thanks. He was used to the squeezes to his bicep when being requested to dance and the lingering eyes of his partners. But that was it. Even Kate had said so when she still played the part of smitten girlfriend.

She’d tease him for his quiet nature and his lack of ability to feed into normal conversations. He could talk policy as needed and he had a plethora of books surrounding philosophers, history, and even art at his disposal - but they were drab topics outside of negotiations and proper business. And even if the analysis of Picasso’s The Old Guitarist was one Derek found interesting and showed the necessity of the arts and their value to civilizations old and new, Kate didn’t want to hear about it. Besides, even with his most impassioned topics on the table he still was a man of few words. Part of that came from being the son of the reigning Queen of Beacon, another part came from Kate’s backhanded nature.

Either way, it didn’t matter. Derek earned his keep with his looks. He was a nice face to look at and a figure that harnessed desire. Either no one cared what else he might be able to offer or his lack of personality drove them back to their distanced gazes. Just because Stiles could quote at least one line from every book Derek has ever picked up since he started working in the library and just because Stiles had enough words for five people let alone a conversation of two didn’t mean he wouldn’t be the same.

It was to be expected.

+.+.+

Several hours later found Derek in one of his more casual attires but one fit for a prince nonetheless. The party and celebration were not one for hosting political affairs - they were for rejoicing. Sure, it was shared amongst several other visiting countries, and the sprawling room and subsequent halls were filled with faces far and wide, but none of them came to talk about further negotiations, treaties, or trade options. They all came to eat, dance, and laugh - embracing the decade’s worth of peace since King Christopher took his father’s place in Silvenia and ended the wars and trade blocks.

Derek stood off to the side, doing his best to obscure himself as much as possible in the throng of people. He’d eaten, he’d talked to his family, and he’d even danced with several people. He had done his share, he thought. This was meant to be enjoyed, and he enjoyed being alone.

He couldn’t, however, forever hide from Braeden. He’d seen his mother walking with her, laughing. His mother’s eyes seemed to search the crowd, trying to find him, and he did his best to slink away before she caught a whiff of his location. He’d done a good job so far, but he knew it was a fruitless endeavor to try and avoid her all night. It had only been two hours and the celebration would more than likely go well into the night. His mother would find him eventually.

Musing the odds of success if he were to try and slink away to his room or possibly to the gardens for a couple of hours to avoid detection a bit longer, Derek zoned out momentarily - unaware of his surroundings. He acknowledged the movement of others, the change in music, but it was all background noise in his mind. Which is why it was the perfect time for him to be found.

Just not by his mother, it seemed.

“Derek?” Stiles asked, gently laying a hand on his arm, eyebrows scrunched up in concern. “You okay?”

Shaking himself out of his clouded thoughts, Derek nodded and went to pull away from Stiles’ touch - planning to test out his garden escape. He should’ve been looking out for the man. After all, Stiles has been a regular attendee of nearly all the Hale family’s gatherings and parties for over 10 years. His father was now the Head of Palace Guards and his mother had once overseen the library he now worked in. Stiles’ presence was all but guaranteed between his two parents both working in the palace on a daily basis. Derek had just distantly hoped he wouldn’t approach him here - similar to all previous events.

“Then you wouldn’t mind me asking for a dance, would you?” Stiles asked, his eyebrows now unscrunched, one raised in question as he held out his hand. Derek stared for a moment, bewildered.

In all the years Stiles had attended these gatherings, he’d never once asked to dance with Derek - he rarely spoke to him. He’d danced with Cora once or twice, the two having been closer as kids since they were the same age and Cora deciding Stiles was the perfect partner for her scheming ploys. But even now in recent times, since Derek and Stiles had begun their… whatever it was between them, he had never asked. It had been nearly a year of sneaking into hidden library corners, empty guest rooms, and ducking into stable stalls - stealing kisses, fingers unbuttoning shirts, hands roaming skin. In that same time over a handful of parties, political events, and other such gatherings had come to pass of all different magnitudes and Stiles had all but avoided Derek.

Cautiously, Derek put down the drink in his hand and laid the other in Stiles’ open palm. He let the other pull him seamlessly into the throng of moving bodies. The music wasn’t slow enough for proper dance steps but it wasn’t fast enough to deter other couples from swaying and moving across the floor together. Blessedly, Stiles moved into the crowd and guided one of Derek’s hands to his waist, clasping the other in his hand while Stiles laid his second hand on Derek’s shoulder.

No one really led in this dance, but Stiles letting him control the speed and direction was a godsend as he was sure to stumble if he had to follow. Derek was sure he had Cora to thank for that, as he recalled his younger sister demanding to be the lead and making a young, 11-year-old Stiles learn to follow in all their dance numbers. He recalls hiding smirks and laughs behind his hand and drinks, watching the two kids stumble about when Stiles accidentally went to lead them and Cora stubbornly refused to follow.

He pushed those memories aside, trying to remove the fond film he’s learned to lay over all the memories with Stiles in them. He doesn’t know when he’d begun to do it, but it was harder than he’d expected to try and stop it.

“You left kinda fast earlier,” Stiles finally murmured, voice low as his eyes danced around the room. They got a couple of second glances, those who knew of Stiles’ position a bit surprised to find the two dancing together. Sure, he danced with Cora over the years, but that was largely when they were kids and it was cute - something for the adults to coo over and take pictures of.

“Yes,” Derek answered simply. He didn’t know what Stiles wanted and he preferred to keep his cards close to his chest. Stiles huffed at the minimal response, a fond eye roll following it shortly after.

“Okay, thanks for that,” Stiles teased, “what I meant is why? Did- did I say something to upset you? Did something happen - are you okay?”

Even in shorter sentences, Stiles still somehow rambled. His tempo was a bit too fast, his tone of voice wavering and pitching in odd places, teeth biting at his lips as he came up with a dozen more thoughts - his face mirroring his reaction to each one in live action. Derek quelled the amusement he found in the mannerisms.

“Just wanted to leave.”

At this, Stiles seemed to stutter in movement, feet delayed and causing the two to stumble momentarily. Both of Derek’s hands moved to hold him at the waist, righting him before he could fall while Stiles’ hands both gripped Derek’s shoulders to help anchor himself. They found themselves closer together, the stance becoming a bit more personal and intimate than before.

“Leave… me?” Stiles whispered quietly, looking over Derek’s shoulder. Derek stayed quiet, unsure how to answer without giving too much away. “Is it because of what I said? That I’m attracted to you? Did that upset you?” It was Derek’s turn to bring a stutter to their movements, going rigid. He thankfully composed himself much quicker, only setting them off by a step at most that was easily regained.

“I don’t have an issue with you finding me attractive, Stiles,” Derek sighed, “like you said, who isn’t.”

It wasn’t a question. But he couldn’t control the bite that came out with the last two words, a bit of a sarcastic drawl underlining his words. At this, Stiles snapped his eyes to the side, looking questioningly at his dance partner. Derek didn’t explain any further, instead avoiding direct eye contact as best he could while still dancing.

“Is that…” Stiles’ words faltered, dying off. Even without looking at his face, Derek could see his thoughts play out. He swear he could hear the gears grinding in his head as he raced through all possible questions, answers, scenarios, and each of their meanings in a span of a few seconds. It would never cease to impress and exasperate Derek how Stiles thought just as quickly as he spoke - often one blending into the other without filter or regard for how his words came out.

“Der,” Stiles said, his voice suddenly a bit louder and demanding. Derek just raised his eyebrows in response, gaze still not meeting Stiles’. The younger boy huffed, hides sliding up from Derek’s shoulders to grip either side of his face and force Derek to look at him before he continued speaking. “What I said was true. I don’t know any sane person who would turn you down, but - that’s not the only reason I’m attracted to you. You know that, right? You have to know that.”

Derek swallowed the lump in his throat, giving a partial shrug to try and show his indifference on the matter. It seemed to be the wrong response, however, when Stiles growled out low in frustration, his fingers digging in a bit more into Derek’s skin and demanding his attention.

“You have to know,” he said, incredulous. “You think - what? All this time I just wanted some casual… fling? That I just saw a pretty face and that was all it took? A pretty face and I spend hours sneaking away from my work, hiding from my dad, skirting around guards?”

Stiles paused, but not long enough for Derek to actually respond. He shook his head as if in disbelief before continuing, “Is that it? You thought I just wanted to fuck around with you? Jesus Christ, how shallow do you think I am? Better yet! How stupid?! If I just wanted someone for their looks why would I go after a prince? A prince, Derek. I know we’re evolved and all but I’m sure your mom would still approve a hanging or beheading or some other medieval offing of me, fuck.”

Derek couldn’t help but crack a wry grin at Stiles’ vomit of words, head ducking down slightly as he tamped down on his laughter. The idea of his mother not only approving but requesting a beheading seemed comical - the woman was terse and poised, levelheaded beyond compare, but she was also the same woman who cried over Animal Planet at 9 PM on a Tuesday after seeing a crocodile eat a baby zebra. She blubbered about ‘the poor baby’ for half an hour, squeezing Cora into a smushed hug against her chest and all but breaking Derek’s bones as she held his hand. It was a hilarious thought, all things considered.

Stiles’ noise of exasperation broke him from his daddling thoughts, surprising Derek. Another thing Stiles was good at; even without trying, he got Derek lost in his own rambling thoughts - Stiles’ jabber and ranting offering endless avenues of thought and consideration, even if absurd. It was a nice change of pace, having something to ponder and get lost in. Something that was entertaining and not all too important that demanded his full focus or response all at once.

“Derek, I am about to make a damn fool of myself and if someone overhears this and then sees you walk away from me I think I’ll be forced to exile myself but, Jesus fuck , here it goes,” Stiles let out a long breath, eyes closing briefly before reopening and settling on Derek as if he were a target. “I am in-fucking-love with you. I love how you speak with your eyebrows and eye rolls better than any person can with words. I love how you obsessively read fucking historical books and pour over goddamn poetry and art journals. I love how you get spaced out when we talk about centuries-old plays and hundred-year-old paintings as if you can’t comprehend what they mean and are stunned by their mere existence. I love how you talk and sound like you’re thinking of murdering me and then just- laugh! And god, your laugh - I still can’t figure out if it’s your smile or your laugh that’s my favorite. And, fuck- I just… I can’t think of a single thing I don’t obsessively think about when it comes to you. And of course, of course, you’re fucking beautiful - work of art, walking god, all the usuals - but I… I just love being with you.”

They stopped dancing, coming to a halt in the middle of the mass of people. Derek is sure the song changed, people who still lingered a bit further away now going through similar steps and movements he couldn’t be bothered to recall or put a name to. He also knew they were being watched - hell, he’s sure half a dozen people caught at least half of that spiel, with Stiles’ voice raising in tone and pitch and volume like crazy throughout as if he couldn’t control it.

He felt a bit punch drunk, in a way. He didn’t know if he should be embarrassed that Stiles caught him wistfully zoning out over paintings or if he should laugh at the fact that Stiles has somehow done what not even his family has by being able to read and understand his responses just by facial expressions alone. It felt like a weight had been removed from his shoulders but his stomach felt heavy, stirring with nerves.

“You love me?” he finally asked. Stiles groaned, smacking his head against the curve of his own arm that rested against Derek’s shoulder. He was muttering and cursing quietly.

“I only repeated it about a hundred times but, yes. Yes - I love you. I am in love with you, I will figure out all the euphemisms to say it and learn it in as many languages as I can. Hell, I’ll do it old school - find a fucking boombox and sta-”

Stiles’ remaining rant cut off as Derek pulled his chin up, pressing a harsh kiss against the other’s lips. It wasn’t soft or biting, just… hard. Solid. Reassuring. Stiles helped quell the bruising press of lips by softly dragging a thumb over Derek’s cheek, the gesture making the kiss soften until they both were pulling away. Stiles looked awestruck, eyes dancing and sliding side to side to take in the room before ultimately landing once more on Derek’s face, a pleased grin taking over his face as their eyes met.

“I’ve been stupidly in love with you ever since you began singing that awful song when I tried to explain what a Blue Period was and then I kept humming it all week because it was stuck in my head,” Derek offered as an explanation for his actions. Stiles paused, eyebrows pulled together in consideration for a second before he broke out into loud laughter, probably remembering the exact scene from two years prior. If no one saw them before they surely had garnered enough people’s attention by now.

“I think I’ve been in love with you since you told Harris off for making me cry during the Polka,” Stiles grinned. It was Derek’s turn to bark out a laugh, louder than he had laughed in a while. He remembered that, it was 8 years ago - when Stiles and Cora were still learning various dances. Cora had to learn for the sake of her title and appearance, Stiles was just the poor culprit she wrangled into the mess and who could barely keep time with the three-step beat, leading to lots of stumbling and Harris berating him before Derek growled out a retort about being so pathetic to bully a child.

Derek remembered it as a scarring experience, Stiles refusing to dance for two weeks after. Stiles, however, decided it was the moment in which he’d fall in love with a then-angry, overly private 16-year-old that barely even spoke to him. Derek wasn’t sure which moment of realization was more absurd between them.

“You were thirteen !”

“And I was in love!”

It got quiet between the two, both of them just grinning at the other. Neither bothered to realize just how quiet it had gotten, or how much space had been carved out around them during their conversation. They were lost in their own world, ignorant to the rest of the room around them.

It wasn’t until a minute or two passed when a cleared throat caught their attention, making them realize the quieter atmosphere and their center stage set up among the crowd. Talia - Queen Talia - stood beside them, a knowing smirk on her face as she regarded them with a raised eyebrow, hands clasped in front of her.

Stiles gave a half-choked squawk in realization while Derek bowed his head, his cheeks heating in embarrassment. They separated abruptly, standing side by side to face Talia head-on.

“So,” Talia broke the silence, “I don’t think I’ll be introducing you to Braeden anytime soon. Seeing as you already have a boyfriend, hm?”

Stiles choked again, some mangled word dying in his throat, while Derek simply looked up at his mom with a deer-in-the-headlights look. When she gave a pointed tilt of her head, eyes shooting to Stiles as the younger man seemed paralyzed on the spot, Derek knew she was encouraging him to confirm. To say something .

“Yes,” he finally managed to pull out, his hand reaching out to grasp Stiles’ and squeezing it in question. When he got an immediate squeeze in response, he gave his mother a wide, genuine smile. “I’m dating Stiles.”

With that, Talia seemed pleased. She clapped her hands, announced that further celebration was to commence, and then left them as they were. It was oddly anti-climatic, the room returning to its usual activity and volume as before - only sneaky side glances were thrown their way in curiosity. It was easy for Derek to pull Stiles back to the outskirts of the room, however, the two of them were unable to stop glancing at each other and sharing smiles.

#ao3 #ao3fic #derek hale #stiles stilinski #sterek #royalty au #modern royalty au #alive hale family #fluff and angst #derek hale x stiles stilinski #stiles x derek #derek x stiles #teen wolf stiles #stiles stilinksi fanfiction #derek hale fanfiction #teen wolf fanfiction #teen wolf fic #sterek fics #ao3 fic #sterek fic rec #my fic #teen wolf #teen wolf derek hale #oneshot

[christinesficrecs]

Hi, thank you for all the work you do 🫡 I was hoping you could help me find this fic I read forever ago. Stiles was working in this mine but he was sick and Derek was being forced to work in the mine too (cuz he was feral??). And stiles befriends him and they start to look out for each other and protect one other while working (like stiles brings him medicine for wolfsbane burns and Derek scares away stiles’ creepy boss). In the end they both escape the mine and run like a sheep farm or something. Thanks if you can find it!

Hey! I think this is the one.

Light at the end of the tunnel by Lesatha | 19.4K | Mature

“Careful, Stilinski. Don’t think you can go around telling me what to do, or coddling the werewolf.”

“What does it matter to you?”

“If the feral alpha kills you, it will be my fault, as your supervisor.”

Stiles’ head whipped towards the werewolf. He couldn’t see much of him apart from his red eyes, always following Stiles. Crazy as it might sound, it comforted him. The werewolf wasn’t the rabid animal Elis seemed to picture. He was just… hurt.

#asks #sterek fics #ficrecs #lost and found #miner stiles #feral derek #alive hale family

[ash-mcj]

#my self-appointed fathers #happy father’s day to my conduits for healing my daddy issues #thank you for being the best dads in my fics i love you guys #peter hale #sheriff stilinski #chris argent #petopher family #petopher #malia tate #jackson whittemore #allison argent #stiles stilinski

[stilesdemonbaby]

For the Love of Peter by Dagger_Stiletto

Summary:

When Stiles' Pack and mate are brutally slaughtered, he crawls his broken body to the Nemeton. She sends him back in time to undo the wrong that has been done to her wolves. Stiles, backed with the power and knowledge She provides through their bond, puts his all into preventing all the bad things from happening with the promise of peace as his reward.

Tags: Temporary Character Death, Time Travel, Fix-It, Werewolf Mates, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt Stiles Stilinski, Emotionally Hurt Stiles Stilinski, Magical Stiles Stilinski, Magical Bond, Possessive Peter Hale, Protective Peter Hale, Alternate Universe - No Hale Fire, Werewolf Courting Rituals

Published: 2023-05-13

Words: 19,586

Chapters: 2/2

Rating: M

#experimenting with a header image #not sure if I'll keep it #complete #2023 #words <20k #fic rec #steter #For the Love of Peter #rating m #Dagger_Stiletto #time travel #mates #alive hale family

[microwaveoven3000]

i am so distraught. how has NOBODY made an agent may (mae?) hales tag on ao3.

#dungeons and daddies #dndads #D.A.D.D.I.E.S #agent mae hails #agent may hales #im so sad. gonna make a found family fic with them when i get a laptop.

[goldeneyedgirl]

Probably a dumb question but I've seen so many fics that mentioned that Jasper had a younger sister in his human life, but I could never find it in canon??? Is it something someone made up once and people just agreed on?? help.

Okay anon, I had to get VolturiAlice and Flowerslut on the case with me because I know I read it somewhere legit eg the Guide or the Lexicon. I remember reading it and rolling my eyes that SMeyer couldn't have put less thought into it if she tried.

But I absolutely cannot find it. We are looking because Flowerslut remembers the same detail!

I will say that this was a relatively new detail that was released, so a lot of fics posted before 2010 just made a lucky guess.

As soon as I find this source, I will post it. My Google skills have failed me.

#ask #jasper hale #jasper's sister #where did i read this #i honestly see jasper as being the Only Son with a bunch of sisters #nearly all my fics with jasper's human family will include a whole bunch of girls to boss him around because i think that fits

[belovedcarrion]

In my efforts to write a teen wolf fic I realized I needed to come up with who actually died in the Hale fire because the show never actually names names or even gives a concrete number of deaths, so I did!

But now I'm thinking about who these people were before the fire and what their lives were like and I've made myself sad

Which honestly is more than the show ever did with the Hale fire (like seriously Derek's whole family died and we don't even know his dad's name much less anything that humanizes the Hales) so I think I'm on the right track!

#my ramblings #the fic this is related to is going to be massive but now i also want to write some smaller snapshot fics about the Hales #i think it will be fun! and also heartbreaking due the inherent tragedy of their existence! #teen wolf #derek hale #the hale pack #hale family #fic writing

[violetfairydust]

Countdown to Christmas

#21

....

“Talia—”

“I have everything under control. I know what I’m doing. I’ve done this three more times than you have.”

“I don’t mean to come across like I know more than you, I just—”

“Elliott Patrick!” she yelled in a whisper. “I know what I’m doing. Everything is fine.” She raised her arms by her sides and walked backwards out of the kitchen. “I know how to deal with contractions, I know how long labor takes—” she looked down at her feet for a split second, then back up at her husband “—my water just broke, and we are going to sit down and have a nice Christmas dinner and believe you me I am praying to Jesus right now that our child will be born tomorrow.”

#my fics #snippets #talia hale #papa hale #hale family #teen wolf #happy hale-idays #title: o come all ye faithful

[babybabyaphrodite]

hm. i think, as a woman, vampires being so perfect only to be so broken just hits so right. to be beautiful and forever young and captivating. to be marred with trauma and have your soul covered in blood that you can’t scrub away and be such a cheap imitation of true humanity when deep down you are just an animal looking for what will satiate the gnawing need you can’t quite place.

i can always draw parallels where i want, but this feels specifically potent. ofc i’m drawn to media ab seeing & accepting someone as being perfect & debased.

#i’m sure non-women can feel this way too! i just think it’s a different exp growing up identifying as female #ppl in my tags keep telling me i’m autistic so mayb thats part of it too idk i don’t have time to unpack that #i read a life changing fan fic & that inspired this #it was v non-canon but it held such good balance between gore-revulsion-fear & beauty-softness-desire #vampires #twilight #twilight renaissance #twilight revival #alice cullen #cullen family #edward cullen #jasper hale #rosalie hale #esme cullen #bella cullen #carlisle cullen #emmett cullen #bella swan

[sterekmylove]

A Friend For Life {Young!Sterek}

A/N: On My Ao3-Lazy to But the Summary Enjoy.

Words: 761

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“Uncle! Uncle! goddamn– OW! Derek I already said uncle! Tap out! Tap out!” Stiles shouted his face squished against the couch, Derek's arm wrapped around Stiles neck  keeping him in a headlock making all the blood stay in the pale boy's face, his grip tight, not too tight to choke him and block his air waves but tight enough to keep him still.  “Say it first” Derek adds while Stiles was kicking his feet trying to escape the older teens grip “no!” Derek raised a brow at Stiles' answer carefully tightening his grip more “no, no? Did I hear that right?” Derek leans more into Stiles putting his weight more on the other leaning his head close to the lanky teens ear that was red from the small lack of blood flow “say it again I dare you” he intimidates playfully, Stiles struggling to pull Derek's arm off his neck “ack!-- Derek I already called uncle, get off!!.”-- “Admit it!”, “Never!!”.  Derek's grip got a little tighter making Stiles wheeze “okay! Okay! Superman is better than Batman now let me go, I'm gonna die!!.” Stiles exclaimed dramatically kicking his legs off the couch Derek instantly letting go pushing Stiles off the brown sofa, landing on the floor of the Hale mansion with a loud thud pulling a grunt out of the younger teenager, Stiles pushes himself onto his back with a huff breathing heavily shifting his eyes to Derek who was staring down at him with that his natural expression resting his jaw in his palm “was that so hard?’, “kiss my ass” he huffed “can’t bud I don’t swing that way” Derek said with a calm expression a teasing tone slipping through the cracks of his chill exterior.

Stiles huffs rolling his eyes grimacing when he feels Derek press his knuckles against his forehead, something he’d do to get the sheriff's son out of his head when they were hanging out– but for right now Derek was doing it out of spite to mess with the teen.  “Don’t take it to heart slim Jim, right?.” Derek twitches a smile one of the rare ones Stiles doesn’t really get to see much anymore, “yeah” he says smacking away– well tried smacking the black haired males hand – Derek snatched his hand away before Stiles can, catching his skinny wrist before it hit the coffee table next to them “you and your weird speed” he mumbled while Derek released him from his hold messing with his shaved head lightly flicking his forehead afterwards “I believe a thank you is a natural thing humans say” Derek spoke pushing himself off the couch dusting himself off holding a hand out to Stiles, the lanky boy raises a brow at his friend grabbing onto it “ah yes, thank you Derek for saving my poor little hand from the oh so scary coffee table, how could I ever repay you!” Stiles spoke dramatically in the most girliest voice he could muster while Derek pulled him off the floor letting his hand go when Stiles on his feet, rolling his eyes half halfheartedly at the teens antic mocking his natural annoyance turning his back to him, Stiles didn’t miss the small shake in Derek's shoulders when he made his way into the kitchen.  “You can repay me by cleaning up, you know how my mom feels about messes in the living room” Derek calls out while he disappeared behind the threshold of the cooking station of his home.  Stiles glances around the room he was currently in taking in the mess, discarded popcorn kernels, a tipped over bag of a half eaten Chinese shrimp egg roll, two empty cokes and three bags of eaten spicy Doritos and a couple of tossed around pillows and blankets.

Okay, so maybe there's a bit of a mess, Hehe heh… yeah Stiles should definitely clean up. In the distance Stiles could hear the sink turn on, ah right tonight is Derek's turn to clean the dishes.  Looks like Stiles could tell Derek what he wanted to share with him later.  A sudden crash comes from the kitchen making Stiles turn his head quickly nearly getting whiplash feeling the muscles in his neck burn.  “Derek?” Stiles calls a hint of worry dripping in his words a low string of curses coming from the kitchen “i’m okay! I just owe Laura a new mug” Der replies the sound of glass scraping against the floor.  Yeah what Stiles wanted to ask can wait for later.

#Sterek #stiles stilinski #young!Derek Hale #young!Sterek #teen wolf fic #teenagers #au #teen au #hale family #alive #Derek actually acts like a teen #stiles and derek #derek hale

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Derek had an older human brother whom in the fic was alluded to being a Spark? I think his name was Patrick and he was powerful but died in the fire and Derek is reminded of him because Stiles is also a spark.

I think this is: This boy, half destroyed by M_Leigh

https://archiveofourown.org/works/550685

Thank you @desolatebeauty15!

this boy, half-destroyed by M_Leigh

(1/1 I 25,999 I Teen I Sterek)

"Bodies – those are something you understand, mostly; you know immediately exactly how much smaller he is than the last time you saw him. Too skinny, too pale; his cheeks cave in a little too much, from his face. He’s a shadow of something: he looks like the dead walking. His hands are stuffed down in the pockets of his hoodie and he looks tentative but not afraid."

Derek Hale used to have a family. Now, he's got a teenage human more trouble than he's worth.

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #stilinski family feels #angst #injured!stiles #lost fic

[undercoverbastard]

“Seriously? You have to ask?” Stiles asked, in a bit of a disbelieving tone. “I mean I-... have you seen you? Resisting you sounds impossible, Derek, I mean seriously. I don’t think anyone in their right mind would tell you no if you gave them even a second look that’s- that’s impossible, you’re-”

Derek had already begun to tune out, a sick feeling crawling from the pit of his stomach upwards. He had grabbed for his shoes, fumbling slightly as he slid them on, in the middle of Stiles’ rambling. Before the other could continue, Derek waved away the rest with a nod.

“Right, right - you’re not… blind,” Derek interrupted. Stiles seemed a bit stunned at the overly neutral tone. Moving past Stiles without looking him properly in the eye, Derek mumbled about needing to get ready. Stiles attempted to stop him, his voice going low once the door opened, but it was of no use.

+.+.+

OR: a fic from the vaults, inspired by modern-day royalty au, derek’s penchant for being sought just for his looks, and im not sure what else was going on in my brain at the time tbh

Word Count: 4387

#ao3 #ao3fic #derek hale #stiles stilinski #sterek #hale family #alive hale family #royalty au #modern royalty au #stiles x derek #derek hale x stiles stilinski #derek hale fanfiction #derek x stiles #teen wolf stiles #teen wolf fic #teen wolf fanfiction #teen wolf #stiles stilinksi fanfiction #fluff and angst #one shot #my writing #my fic post #ao3 fic #fic repost #sterek fics #fic rec #my fic #sterek fic rec #misunderstanding

[christinesficrecs]

Hey I looking for a fic we’re stiles is fighting we magic and throwing spell when the spell backfires sending him to a different timeline we’re the Hale are alive and his mom to I think but the him of that timeline died and that why he is there please help me

This is the only one I remember where the other Stiles died.

Play It Again by metisket | 63.2K

In which Stiles goes along with one of Derek’s plans and ends up in an alternate universe as a result. He should’ve known better. He did know better, actually, and that means he has no one to blame but himself.

lovesouthernsweettea also says this one.

If the ley lines you should follow by forestofbabel | 52.1K

And Derek just stood there, staring at Stiles like he was a ghost.

“Dude, I know it’s been a while but you don’t have to look at me like you’re that surprised I’m hung over in the woods. It’s practically a tradition at this point.”

“Stiles?” Derek whispered, the name falling from his lips like a punch to the gut. Stiles watched, confused, as Derek took a deep breath in and took a shaky step forward then back again. “You’re not- you can’t be. Who are you?”

#asks #sterek fics #ficrecs #sterek33 #time travel #magic!stiles #alive hale family

[whateverithinkof]

Daily Fanfic Rec (Day 29)

Teen Wolf

5/23/2024

Masterlist

Title: For the Love of Peter

Author: Dagger_Stiletto

Words: 19,586

Chapters: 2

Completed?: Yes

"When Stiles' Pack and mate are brutally slaughtered, he crawls his broken body to the Nemeton. She sends him back in time to undo the wrong that has been done to her wolves. Stiles, backed with the power and knowledge She provides through their bond, puts his all into preventing all the bad things from happening with the promise of peace as his reward."

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Steter fanfic where Stiles goes back in time and meets the Hale pack, preventing the Hale fire and a lot of other bad stuff from happening. Features slight angst but a happy ending!

#ao3 #fanfic #fic rec #read this #teen wolf #stiles stilinski #peter hale #talia hale #derek hale #hale pack #hale family #claudia stilinski #sheriff stilinski #time travel #no hale fire #steter #stiles x peter #stiles stilinski/peter hale #stiles stilinksi x peter hale