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hedwig221b · 6 months

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Trick or treat!!

Hiiiii! Based on what you usually reblog I think you'd like this piece of a wip

“I’m just feeling on edge today,” Stiles confessed.

That was one way to put it.

“Let’s figure it out then,” Derek insisted, and Stiles couldn’t help but look up at him. “You have to embrace it. You know it’s the only way for you.”

Fuck, Stiles loved this man so fucking much. His throat was closing up at the sheer determination in Derek’s voice. He was probably the only one who didn’t want “the old Stiles” back. Derek didn’t want to change him. From day one he encouraged Stiles to be at peace with what he was, to explore the new abilities in order to understand and control himself better.

Maybe, that was because he was a born werewolf, who was always told by the humans that there was an “other”, wolfy part of him that he had to tame in order to be “normal”.

But Derek was already normal. He just wasn’t human (fully or half) and that irked people because he looked like one.

Derek was the only one who could understand. Well, he and hunters, but the latter weren’t so nice about it.

“Do you need to vent?” Derek asked. “Scream? Punch someone?”

“I want blood.”

Derek’s mouth closed with a click.

Stiles forced himself to keep looking at Derek because his mate needed to know. If Stiles could demand Derek to be truthful with him, he had to do the same. No matter how horrifying the truth was.

Derek cleared his throat and blinked a couple of times in rapid succession.

“In what way?” His voice betrayed nothing.

Stiles’ heart was beating in his throat, despite him sitting still on the couch. He looked to the side, biting the skin off his upper lip. He was clutching at Derek’s hands in a pitiful attempt to make him stay.

“I don’t want to have, like, a Bloody Mary or anything, but… I have this urge, and it’s been killing me, like a constant headache. I want to—” Stiles stopped to swallow the spit that immediately gathered in his mouth. “Want to tear into something. With my teeth, my hands. To feel their last breath and keep breathing myself.”

Now he was afraid to look at Derek. It was too much. Derek was going to look at him in disgust and fear, lean away and run far to where Stiles would never find him.

“Please,” he begged in a choked voice. “Please, don’t— Don’t leave me. I don’t want you to be afraid of m— Oh, my god, why the fuck are you smiling?"

And it was a full smile, with his usual set of bunny teeth and fangs, breathtaking, wide and feral.

And then Derek said the thing Stiles never thought to hear from him in the light of recent events.

“I’m so glad to have you as my mate.”

“Fucking huh?”

Derek chuckled, rolled his eyes, then smacked a hard passionate kiss on Stiles’ lips and jumped up with athletic ease.

“I’m taking you on a hunt, come on.” The man grabbed his hands and lifted him off the couch, tugging his stunned mate after himself.

“Hunt?”

“Yeah,” another giddy smile, so beautiful Stiles stumbled a bit into his shoulder. “I wanted to take you with me for so long, but since you don’t like running in the forest…”

“When I run in the forest it’s usually because I’m running away from someone, that’s why I despise it,” Stiles said to him absently, still reeling from Derek’s reaction. “You’re… you’re not disturbed? Not even for a little bit? Not feeling any urge to call 911?”

Derek snorted and shook his head.

They finally stopped at the edge of the forest; Derek turned around, gave Stiles the softest excited glance, then cupped his face quickly and kissed him again. Seemed like he just couldn’t keep it inside himself.

“You’re a predator now, Stiles,” the wolf breathed out with an almost proud smile, “like me.”

Stiles soaked up the sunny expression on his mate’s face, and the realization hit him hard and with no warnings. When was the last time Derek was able to experience the thrill of the hunt with someone? He was a fucking wolf, for fuck’s sake. Scott absolutely refused to do it, Allison and Lydia weren’t even worth asking and Isaac was still too weirded out by his own urges.

The last time Derek hunted with someone, just for the fun of it, was probably back when his family was alive.

But now… Now he could share this with Stiles.

“Like you,” said Stiles and smiled back.

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hedwig221b · 10 months

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Hi hi! I’m SO excited you’re taking prompts! You’re on my favorite sterek authors!! Prompt: Stiles is a few months pregnant with their second child and Eli, he’s maybe 4 or 5, is making his day very difficult and it all boils to a point where Eli tells Stiles that he hates him. Stiles takes it to heart and doesn’t know what to do with himself while Derek tries to reason with him “Stiles, he’s 5 years old, of course he doesn’t hate you”

sorry for making you wait 84 years, anon

Eli was a smart boy.

Of course, he was, with Stiles’ brain and werewolf superior genes his and Derek’s child couldn’t be anything but amazing. He was four and a half but could already read his favorite tale — a werewolf-friendly retelling of the Little Red Riding Hood. There was a brief period when all he would read was this tale, and no amount of Stiles’ whining could sway him.

The stubbornness came from Derek, for sure.

And lately, something changed in Eli’s attitude. It was gradual and not something Stiles noticed at first. Eli was healthy and bubbly and happy most of the time, a perfect overly energetic and curious child, but sometimes he just gave Stiles this studying, almost suspicious, long stare and pursed his little button nose, as if thinking very hard about something.

Today was one of those days.

“Love you.”

“Love you, too,” Stiles chirped and happily received a quick goodbye kiss from his gorgeous, fantastic, but, alas, busy husband.

Derek stroked Stiles’ belly and smiled upon receiving a mischievous kick, then turned to look at Eli, who watched both of them very carefully.

“Say goodbye to Daddy, pumpkin,” Stiles grinned at him.

“Bye, Daddy,” Eli murmured, frowning a little.

Derek chuckled. “Are you sleepy still?” Eli shook his head, prompting his dad to catch his hand and tug him toward himself.

“Love you,” Derek said and smacked a kiss on Eli’s cheek, which, thankfully made him giggle.

“Love you, too,” Eli answered a bit more cheerfully, glanced at Stiles and ran away into the living room to take the TV-remote hostage for his morning cartoon time.

“Are two of you bickering again?” Derek arched an eyebrow.

“No. I don’t know, have to investigate,” Stiles sighed.

“Good luck.”

“Tata?”

“Hmm?”

Upon not receiving any answer, Stiles put the plate gently back into the soapy water and turned his head. Eli had somehow managed to sneak into the kitchen unnoticed and now stood right beside Stiles. His little hands clutched the TV-remote, as he picked at one of the buttons.

Eli looked up at Stiles with a slight frown. “I love you.”

Stiles lifted his eyebrows, but despite the surprise, the smile still tugged his lips up.

“I love you, too, honeybun,” he chuckled.

Eli continued staring at him, as if waiting for something.

“Everything okay?” Stiles asked slowly after some time, keeping his voice light. “Want some snacks?”

“No,” the child muttered, turned around and went back into the living room.

Stiles stared after him. Thoughts started buzzing in his mind, as he cataloged everything that might have happened. When he eventually came up with nothing, Stiles left the dishes, wiped his hands and tottered into the living room.

The TV was on, but Eli was staring down at the remote, picking the same button, with a pout on his face. Stiles walked to the couch, biting his lip, and sat down, swinging an arm around Eli’s small shoulder and tucking him into his side.

“Pumpkin, what’s the matter?”

“No matter.”

“Then what’s with the long face?”

Eli looked up at him. “Do you love me?”

The question made Stiles freeze, because he told Eli about his love every single day. Did he not believe him?..

Stiles’ heart sped up uncomfortably. “Of course I do, sweetheart,” he stroked Eli’s wavy chestnut hair. “Why do you ask? Did I do something wrong?”

Eli, however, stared at him. Finally, after not getting whatever he was waiting for, the pup chucked the remote down on the floor.

“Eli!”

But his little wolf was already running to the stairs.

Stiles cursed, as he slowly stood up and hurried as fast as he could, keeping a calming hand on his bump.

“Eli!”

“No! If you hate me then I hate you, too!” a small distant voice echoed through the hall.

Huffing and puffing, Stiles climbed up after him, but was greeted with a closed door. Suddenly, he had so much respect for his dad and his, as it turned out, never-ending patience.

Despite Eli’s cranky efforts from the other side, Stiles managed to squeeze through, which made Eli growl.

“Hey, mister, no growling at Tata,” Stiles pointed his finger at the pup, but Eli didn’t listen. He jumped on his bed and hid under the covers. “I’ve never said I hated you, Eli. Where did that come from?”

Eli stayed silent, just wiggled a bit to get comfortable.

“Eli, sunshine…” Stiles begged.

“No.”

“Come out, pretty please?”

“No!”

“Okay,” Stiles muttered under his breath. It was one of those stubborn episodes, then. The pup needed to chill. “Okay, you stay there and calm down and think about what you said. I don’t hate you and…”

“You hate me!” Eli snuck out of the covers; his hair was mussed up and his face was red, whether it was from anger or from sadness. “Daddy loves me, and you not!”

“I do.”

“Do not!”

Then Stiles remembered he was arguing with a four-year-old. He couldn’t not argue, though — his child had somehow got into his little head that his Tata hated him and that was downright illegal for him to think.

With something heavy and bitter forming in his throat (damn those fucking hormones) Stiles went downstairs, picked up his phone and called his savior, his anchor and sometimes his only voice of reason.

“Yes, baby?”

“He hates me,” Stiles sniffled.

Derek went silent for a couple of moments. “… no, he doesn’t.”

“But he said so,” god, now his voice was wobbling. Great.

“He is four, Stiles. He also swore to both of us he saw his dinosaurs move at night. He doesn’t hate you.”

Stiles swallowed and blinked rapidly. “It’s just… I can’t believe he thinks that.”

Elias was his son, his baby boy, his sunshine. He was a miracle — one he and Derek didn’t even know they could have. It was a total surprise from non-other than Stiles’ spark magic. The greatest gift of a lifetime. Eli could literally do nothing wrong in his eyes.

Derek sighed over the phone, hearing his stuttered breathing. “Can both of you make it to lunch? I’ll come home and make him talk.”

“Okay,” Stiles answered, breathing out in relief.

Derek will make everything okay. He always did.

Upon arriving home, the werewolf kissed Stiles on the cheek and went straight upstairs.

Stiles looked up after him, but after not hearing anything went to sit on the sofa. The remote somehow found its way into his hands; it took him a couple of absent minutes to realize he was picking at it, which made him immediately throw it aside.

At last, his anxiety-inducing depressive thoughts were interrupted by a sound of steps.

Stiles swiveled his head. Derek was walking down the stairs with Eli nestled in his arms. His poor baby was clutching at Derek’s shoulders; his face was pink and — Stiles’ heart jumped — wet with tears.

Apart from that, though, he was smiling.

Unable to understand anything even the slightest bit, Stiles turned his pleading gaze to his mate, who was also smiling softly.

“Eli and I had just found out,” Derek sat down on the couch with Eli still in his hands, “that you are a little silly, Tata.”

Stiles blinked at them. Eli giggled.

“Wh— I mean, of course, I am, but why?”

Derek tsked playfully and leaned to whisper into their son’s ear. “See, pup? Completely clueless.”

“Queue-s,” Eli giggled again.

“Shall we show him?” Derek asked and, after Eli nodded, turned to Stiles. “I love you.”

“I love you, too?” Stiles arched his eyebrows.

Derek leaned down and kissed him lightly on the cheek, then turned to Eli. “And I love you.”

“Love you, too,” Eli said with a grin and squeezed his eyes shut as Derek smooched him on the cheek.

Derek then turned to Stiles and lifted an exasperated eyebrow at him. “Now your turn, Tata.”

Stiles blinked at both of them. “I love you, Eli,” he said slowly.

“Love you, too, Tata,” said Eli and, as usual, waited for something.

And oh. Oh.

Stiles was really very silly.

He quickly cupped his son’s full pink cheeks and descended upon each of them with loud kisses. Finally, finally Eli blessed him with a bright laugh.

“I’m sorry, baby,” Stiles sniffled, taking his pup in a tight embrace and closed his eyes when he felt tiny hands wrap around his neck. Eli gave him a soothing pat (just like Stiles did to him sometimes), making him laugh.

“Do not forget it many more, Tata,” Eli leaned away and made a fake scowl at him, shaking his finger in Stiles’ face. “You say love you and you kiss me.”

“I won’t forget, sweetheart.”

Eli nodded to himself and laid his head back on Stiles’ shoulder, satisfied with his lesson.

Stiles looked up at Derek with glistening eyes. The wolf chuckled and swiped a thumb against his cheek.

It was the unsaid, undiscussed ritual, so old and automatic, it became an instinct: when one of them was leaving somewhere, they made sure to say ‘I love you’ and seal it down with a kiss. In child’s uncomplicated brain this declaration of love always went in pair. After all, he’d seen it so many times from his parents. So it’s no wonder he got confused, when all he received was ‘I love you’.

Never more will his child spend a day without a kiss.

Blinking left-over tears from his eyes and softening under the gaze of his mate, Stiles put his lips against the soft skin of Eli’s neck and blew a giant raspberry.

Eli screeched in giggles, trying to squirm out of his hold.

Their home was filled with laughter once again. As it always should be.

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hedwig221b · 7 months

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do you know any writers that characterize stiles similarly to you? im in my possessive/protective macho man derek and kitten stiles era 😭

I feel like I'm about to talk about, like, the obvious choices here but I have a memory of a goldfish as in I don't remember authors' names, I just remember the plots of the fics

So, uh, groundbreaking, I know, but standinginanicedress, especially Tax Evasion series, Cut to the Bone and Helen of Troy, like I can't not mention the person that raised me to be the author that I am.

Next, Dexterous_Sinistrous, another legend genuis, I'd put them to the vibe you described.

If you want spicy, then SinQueen69 like damn the things this author puts Stiles through…

I don't remember reading this person's other fics but Hung the Moon by nrnyx altered my reality, and Derek is so soft with Stiles in this

Again, groundbreaking. SORRY

Thus, stereks, let's help our comrade in need! If you know fics with unhinged Derek and soft kitten Stiles, please, rec some!

#sterek #sterek fic #stiles x derek #sterek fanfic #sterek fic rec #sterek ao3 #eternal sterek #hedwig221b replies #can i just say i love this dynamic so much #i haven't read anything new in a while #I've just been writing and writing sterek like the amounts of fics that will come out #stereks assemble #stiles stilinski #derek hale #gabbytril4mg

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hedwig221b · 6 months

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Omg!!! Trick or treat!!!!!! 🦇🎃🖤

Hi, darling! Here some smoochiness for ya

Both of them fell to the ground, Stiles on top of Derek.

“You yielded to me!” Stiles slapped his chest, but Derek kept laughing. Damn it, the wolf wasn’t even out of breath, while Stiles was ready to hack up a lung. “Again! I know I would’ve never won this fucking race, why— oh god, my side is killing me— why are you like this?”

Derek didn’t answer, he just stared at Stiles with a strange smile on his stupidly handsome face.

Stiles grabbed his chin and leaned over, trying and failing to seem intimidating. “Is this because I’m an omega? Be honest.”

“No. Well, yes, in some way.”

“Just because you’re this big bad alpha with those muscles,” Stiles poked at the bulging biceps, “doesn’t mean you should go easy on me.”

“Really?”

“Yes!”

“Is that what you want?”

“Wh— Yes, I just said so— Oh!”

Derek turned him over in a blink. The sight of the alpha he pined for so much, leaning over him with his muscles and his hands and his fucking smirk… Stiles knew his face was red like a cherry. He tried to squirm but Derek trapped him.

The wolf studied his face with an almost… gentle attention. Stiles was afraid to call it tender, no matter how loud his blood sang about it.

They stared at each other, on the cusp of something terrifying and… new. Something scary and big. Something—

Derek leaned forward and bit him lightly on the jaw. Stiles remained still as a statue, void of breath and any comprehensive thoughts. Derek held him for some time and then kissed the place of the bite as if in apology. His lips traveled down his neck, leaving a light trail of soft care and lustful attention, until finally, he lifted himself up and…

His lips were the most wonderful and breathtaking thing Stiles had ever experienced. No one touched Stiles like that before, no one kissed him in order to give him something, and not take.

Stiles gasped from the heart-clenching tenderness of it and grabbed Derek around his shoulders.

He would never fucking let him go.

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hedwig221b · 9 months

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HIIII can you list some of your favourite angst heart-wrenching sobbing sliding down the walls fics ? idc if it’s short or long i need some angst rnn please and thank uuu <3

Hi, sweetie! This was difficult for me, bc I'm a sucker for angst, basically all I read is angst and I have like 200 fics saved. Here's a looong list of the ones which I know for sure I can always come back to for some good old angst.

STEREK ANGST FIC RECS from HEDWIG221B

By Any Other Name by entanglednow

(Explicit, 33k, Amnesia, Violence)

He doesn't know his name, he doesn't know who he is, and neither does the werewolf he's on the run with. But he's pretty sure they hunt monsters, because they seem to be really good at it.

all roads they lead me here by spaceprincessem

(Teen, 39k, Mates, Emissary Stiles)

“Then why wouldn’t you be Derek’s emissary?” Stiles asked. He just wished Deaton would get to the fucking point. He was tired and he hated playing twenty questions to figure out what the older man was getting at.

“Derek’s emissary needs to be someone who he trusts completely,” Deaton explained, “and it’s time I passed on my wisdom and expertise to that person.”

The beat of silence between them stretched for too long before Stiles realized exactly who Deaton was talking about.

“Me?” He asked incredulously.

A Princely Knight by Dexterous_Sinistrous

(Mature, 25k, Medieval, Royalty, Pining)

He would stand by Stiles’ side, a constant shadow of protection until his death. A life for a life, one worth much more than an orphan turned thief turned royal guard could comprehend.

In truth, Derek saw the one person he would gladly give his life for, because Stiles made this world better.

~*~

Or, Stiles is a prince and Derek is his knight.

won't you torture someone else's sleep by redeyedwrath

(Gen, 3,6k, Pining)

I love you, Derek thinks, but he doesn’t say it, just watches Stiles throw his head back in laughter that isn’t for him and never will be. I love you, I love you, I love you.

Maybe if he thinks it hard enough, Stiles will hear him.

Wants & Needs by MadcapRomantic

(Explicit, 33k, ABO, Mating Run, Bad Peter)

Derek Hale has been participating in the Beacon Hills Mating Run for a decade, each year coming up without a mate. His mother, convinced this is his lucky year, persuades him to run one last time.

Enter Stiles, a young Omega with an unwanted Alpha nipping at his heels.

Family or not, Peter is determined to have Stiles.

But convinced they are True Mates, there isn't anything Derek won't do to keep Stiles safe.

To Whom The Wolf King Bows by MadcapRomantic

(Explicit, 108k, 14/?, Courting, Fantasy, Royalty)

Stiles Stilinski meets The Wolf King, the very boogeyman he'd spent his younger years terrified of; yet the man is little, if anything, like the tales he's heard. But, Stiles has spent the last ten years of his life as a slave, under the harsh whip of the cruel King Gerard Argent, and trusting Derek - trusting anyone - is beyond difficult.

xcaellachx

Just check out this author, there's some major angst in a lot of their works, a lot of ABO

Hung The Moon by nrnyx

(Explicit, 85k, ABO, Pack Dynamics, Heavy Angst)

Slowly Stiles got control of himself again. His heart calmed. His breathing evened out. The anger was gone. In its place, a bone-deep weariness settled. He couldn’t do this. He wouldn’t survive this.

A gift worth giving by Nival_Vixen

(Mature, 2k, Historical Fantasy, Royalty)

A person’s virginity is not only the physical act itself, but also an object that can be gifted to someone else. Stiles has given his virginity to Derek, one of the soldiers in the King’s Guard. Despite his parting promise to return the next month, Derek still hasn’t returned two months later, and Stiles doubts that he ever loved him at all.

The Bargain by dr_girlfriend

(Teen, 9,7k, Arranged Marriage, Regency AU)

Time drags on, and it becomes apparent that this is not a part of the tradition. The wolves start to shift on their feet and murmur, but no one attempts to speak to Stiles. He stands, feeling the back of his neck growing red from the sun and his face growing red from embarrassment.

What will happen if Derek Hale cannot be coerced to the altar? Will the bargain be revoked?

Perception by DiscontentedWinter

(Mature, 5,4k, Horror, Nogitsune, Murder)

Peter Hale's client is a murderous sociopath. The best thing Peter can do is get him committed to Eichen House, where he'll never see daylight again.

He thinks.

The Omega Spark by misteeirene

(Explicit, 62k, ABO, Alive Hales, Pack Dynamics)

John lived a sad and lonely life after the death of his wife, until one day when he noticed someone had breaking into his home while he was at work.

Second Chances by rootbeer

(Gen, 2,6k, Soulmates)

"A lot of times the ‘markings’ were common, simple things you said to strangers all the time. 'Excuse me'; 'thank you'; 'hello'. Some got extremely romantic things like 'it’s you isn’t it? I’ve been waiting for you' or 'Wow you’re really pretty'. And they were always the first words their soulmate would ever say to them.

Of course, having 'You are the fucking worst kind of person in the world' tattooed down your side, didn’t bode well. How fucked up was Stiles Stilinski that even his fucking Soulmate hated him? High School had been a special kind of hell when all the kids learned what his tattoo said—despite his best efforts to keep it a secret."

My Wolf by Dexterous_Sinistrous

(Teen, 7,6k, ABO, Full-shift werewolves, Pack Dynamics)

“If he wants to mate Stiles, why not let him?” Jackson asked, ready to part with Stiles if need be.

“Because if I did that, I’d be demoting Lydia,” Alpha Stilinski replied.

“We don’t even know how good of a Beta he is,” Lydia countered, bristling some that her status was being challenged.

“That’s because he’s not a Beta,” Alpha Stilinski stated. “He’s an Alpha.”

I Shouldn't Love you Anymore by wulfarchival (wyrmwolf)

(Mature, 2,2k, Established sterek, Feral Derek)

After Stiles divorces Derek under mysterious reasons, Derek moves out into the middle of nowhere loosing himself to the wolf after the ache in his chest becomes too much. But after weeks of being lost to an animal someone he thought he'd never see again returns in his life.

This time to stay forever.

Cut to the Bone by standinginanicedress

(Explicit, 112k, ABO, Secret Relationship)

“Not that it’s any of your god damn business, but my name is Stiles. Do you need something?”

The alpha grins. All teeth, shiny white, straight as an arrow. He’s got this sculpted perfection to him that Stiles is sure has worked on all the omegas he’s ever encountered before, but Stiles stands his ground and narrows his eyes. “A date.”

Stiles looks him up and down, slowly, from the black shoes on his feet, to his uniform khakis and blazer littered with pins, to his face. He frowns, makes a face, and says, “pass.”

Life After This by Nimpalous

(Mature, 5,1k, Violence, MCD, Soul Bond, I consider this having a HE)

Feeling his weight shift backwards over the ledge when another bullet hit, Stiles closed his eyes and whispered the name of his beloved as he fell.

“Derek…”

Derek woke up with an agonising scream, his body curling in on itself in pain. He wasn’t aware of having wolfed out, he didn’t know he was clawing himself as he clutched at his head, willing the agony to go away… but to no avail.

Daybreak by TheObsidianQuill

(Mature, 70k, Time Travel, Mates, ptsd!Stiles)

"There . . ." Stiles swallowed and looked down at the bottle in his grasp as he slowly swirled the amber liquid inside. "There's really nothing left. For me. Everyone is . . . gone, and it feels like I haven't thought of tomorrow in years." His words rang in the air like a gunshot, he took another heavy drink. "I would trade every last breath I take to just have another shot—not even a guarantee, just a chance to make things right and bring back even one of them."

The pack was gone. He had nothing left. He had no one. With nothing to lose, Stiles puts everything on the line to go back in time to try to prevent the future from becoming his past. Broken, guarded, and haunted by his past, only one overgrown-pup of a wolf seems able to get past his defenses. Changing the future? Easy. Finding a place for himself in the Hale Pack? Impossible.

It seems wasted now by DaaroMoltor

(Teen, 48k, Slow Burn, Miscommunication, Stiles is pushed out of the pack)

It's been months. Months of lonely days and lonelier nights.

And Stiles can't understand what he did wrong.

Under Glass by calrissian18

(Mature, 6,6k, Pining, Cursed Stiles)

The pack goes looking for a cursed artifact. Stiles would really like to go back to the time before he found it, thanks.

Time To Say Goodbye by matildajones

(Teen, 34k, Time Travel, Mates, HE)

Derek finds an older version of himself at his front door, along with Stiles, a boy from the future.

Emissary by dragon_temeraire

(Teen, 3,7k, Alive Hales, Bonding)

To keep the peace, Stiles agrees to be emissary to the Hale pack.

One Thread by RurouniHime

(Mature, 11k, Established sterek, Grief, HE)

In the middle of the night, his dad comes into the room and crawls onto the bed behind him, easing Stiles into the vee of his legs. He settles back against the headboard with a groan and doesn’t say anything for a long time. Stiles wraps his arms around one of his dad’s legs, presses his cheek to warm flannel, and tries to be still.

“Oh, kid,” his dad exhales. His hand comes down on the side of Stiles’ neck and his fingers press gently. “I never wanted you to know this pain.”

(Or, Derek dies. Stiles reacts Badly.)

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hedwig221b · 5 months

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I just gotta say I love the way you write Derek's obsession with Stiles. Like in the real world that would be incredibly unhealthy and insane but i just love it so much. Like yeah Stiles is strong and powerful and a smart ass but he's Derek's little love. And Derek just snarling and on the verge of killing anyone who even looks at his stiles. I'm obsessed with their unhealthy obsession

You're sooooooo right!!! Like, whether Stiles is a soft omega or a dark bloodlusty creature, he's still Derek’s kitten 💕 he would find any excuse, be delusional to the point of outright blindness but he'll love Stiles in any universe I put them in.

They're always made for each other, always obsessed. I can never write them with other people like it makes me ill.

Derek is a walking red flag 🚩🚩🚩 lmao like I'm sorry some people write him like a basic human that just grows fangs sometimes but he's a wolf! Come on! He'll have instincts and reactions that are weird and creepy by human standards, and he's waaaaaayyy too possessive but also so fucking soft 🥵 Derek is not human, and I'll use that excuse every damn time.

Also adsfjdglgdgkzsmg thank you so much!!! And just know that I always got you if you ever want obsessive sterek. I am unable to write them any other way. Every fic is going to have them like that 🔥

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hedwig221b · 1 month

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what's your new fic about ? it sounds so good !! (I'm guessing the wip you shared is the fic you're currently working on)

It is! Thank you! 💗

It's a historical au. Jordan Parrish gets called to the house of the Duke Hale to aid in healing (Parrish is sorta supernatural doctor). There, he realises that it's actually the alpha’s mate he is supposed to heal but no one knows from what.

Derek just tells Jordan "he's not himself" and not to trust anything Stiles is saying.

Then Jordan sees that the injuries Stiles has look like they've been done by a wolf. He starts to suspect the worst. Stiles leads him to believe that he's right.

It's an outsider pov on sterek, and Jordan falls in love with Stiles and things get worse and worse.

I promised toxic sterek, and it's sure gonna look like it. You will read and say "what the actual fuck, hedwig" a lot but I'll just ask you to trust me and my love for plot twists 💗

It's gonna be delicious

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hedwig221b · 6 months

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Love your wips in Trick or Treat! 😍😍

Can you do more please, Trick or treat 🙏 😉 ❤

Hi, sweetie! Here, how about some good old Derek Hale angst?

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

Stiles’ heart clenched not at the harshness of the voice, but at the furious scowl at the tear-covered face. He turned off his flashlight, and moved closer to the alpha, stepping over the sticks and bushes upon the soft crunchy ground.

Derek flashed his red eyes at him and snarled. “Are you out of your fucking mind? You can’t be out alone this late, and not in the fucking forest.”

Stiles kept his mouth shut, though his scent must’ve told the wolf everything he needed.

He walked closer.

“You have nothing to do here, go—” Derek choked as Stiles put a palm against his shoulder.

After a few moments of silence and no sign of violence, Stiles sank to his knees next to the alpha, molded himself over his tense body and put his head against his shoulder.

No matter how he dreaded it, Stiles’ gaze fell upon the house, or rather what was left of it. Soot, ashes, decay; a fragile skeleton stripped of happiness, love and memories of a once merry family. Stiles had come not only to the quiet place in the preserve but at the desecrated cemetery.

Derek’s breathing was heavy and quick. He swallowed loudly, rubbed his wrists almost raw, and kept trying to say something, yet nothing came out. Stiles stayed silent as well.

Together, they mourned. Derek tried to keep his soul from tearing apart, and Stiles… Stiles held Derek down so that he wouldn’t join his loved ones.

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hedwig221b · 6 months

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oh my god! 🤩 trick or treat!! 👻🖤

I recall you were ok with mpreg (?). If not, send me another ask I'll give you non-abo 👀 🖤

Light chilly wind tickled the pages of the book that the omega held on his knees, and whined pitifully after failed attempts to capture his attention. Bundled up in black leather, scratchy wool and furs, Stiles watched a couple of birds stealing bits of frozen fat from the feeder, yet his mind was far away. A tender smile kept tugging the corner of his mouth up.

They were going to have a baby.

Stiles closed his eyes and huffed at the silly grin that took over his lips. He’d been like that for days now, feeling like he could float above the ground and dance with the snowflakes from how happy and light he felt.

He always thought that pregnancy would be a dark time for him. Looming death aside, he worried that he wouldn’t want a child from someone he despised, would break at the thought of another being living inside him. Yet, with Derek…

Stiles’ heart fluttered, as he traced the black droplets of words on the page.

Derek.

His precious face after he learned about the babe was still fresh in Stiles’ mind. His eyes were wide in fear, his closed mouth tight in awe and disbelief. When Derek told him what beautiful sound had just reached his ears, Stiles grinned and laughed, and swept his alpha in a victorious embrace. He didn’t say a word about the glistening of Derek’s eyes, how tight the alpha held him, or how he kept choking on words of love and gratuitousness.

Their little heaven, that’s what it was.

Oh, they would be so joyous, the three of them! They would—

Stiles frowned. He blinked the world back into his mind and inclined his head.

Someone was breathing heavily.

The omega turned his head this way and that yet saw no one. He was hiding from curious people in the gardens, just a touch inside of the crusted walls of the pine labyrinth. Stiles only dared to go far when Derek was beside him.

Someone stifled a moan.

With his heart slamming on his ribs, Stiles stood up, and looked closely into the needly teal blue bushes, but—

Stiles went still.

A man, broad and red in the face, stood hidden behind the bald spot in the wall. He was noble, from the looks of his clothes. His intense, half-lidded gaze was set on Stiles, as he took quick inhales. One of his hands was down near his groin, and he was—

Stiles shut his half-opened mouth, fighting the stomach bile that rose in his throat, swiveled around and ran.

It felt like, all of a sudden, he was covered in slimy dirt, gobbled up by the deepest moor with no way out.

The thin cover of snow crunched under his feet, and his breathing trailed after him like a cloud. The pikes of the castle towers sliced the grey sky above him. He needed to get inside. Away from… from…

His appeal would haunt him forever, Stiles realized, and even marriage wasn’t able to guarantee him peace. They smiled at him, while their gazes trailed across his body; they said nice things, yet who knew what was on their minds?

No wonder no one dared to speak to him in Derek’s presence. The wolf would’ve sniffed the lies out.

He would never go outside alone again. Fuck this. He would whine and tease, but he would drag Derek out of his boring meetings to have a stroll without men watching him and—

Stiles let out a sharp shout as someone caught his wrist.

“Don’t tell him,” a deep but pleading voice uttered.

Stiles inhaled sharply at the sight of the same man, then quickly broke out of his hold and stepped back.

“Don’t you touch me,” his voice trembled from anger and disgust.

The man’s face was red from the cold. His small brown eyes hooked onto Stiles’ face, with an animal fear trashing in them.

“He’ll kill me,” he exclaimed, following after Stiles. “Please, I— I haven’t even done anything—”

“You did enough,” Stiles bared his teeth, walking backward.

The man’s face went white. He lifted his hands, ready to fold them in prayer. “You cannot blame me for your beauty. You’re a curse to us all. You don’t even know how many of us you—” he stuttered, noticing something behind Stiles, then let out a scream and took off running.

Stiles didn’t even have time to turn, as a dozen warrior wolves swept past him in pursuit. Cold air burned his throat, as he stared at the inevitable. They would catch him. That man wasn’t—

He let out a scream, as someone grabbed his shoulders, and dropped his book. His heart stuttered as he saw who it was.

“What did he do?” Derek snarled, looking over Stiles’ face.

The wolf caught him, as Stiles sagged against him. Pushing his face into Derek’s chest, Stiles gulped greedily, grounding himself in the safety of his scent. His hands clutched at the lapels of the wolf’s big coat.

Derek pulled him close with his arms sliding across his back. “Tell me.”

Stiles squeezed his eyes shut, fighting the sour burning in his throat. “Nothing, he… He watched me and…”

“And?”

“Pleasured himself.”

Derek’s silence covered Stiles’ skin in goosebumps.

He didn’t want to look, but as the screaming got louder, as the excited yips and growls grew closer, Stiles turned his head and nearly flinched.

The wolves dropped the blood-covered pale man at their feet and stepped back. He didn’t try to run again, instead shaking uncontrollably and pleading for something.

Derek took Stiles’ chin and turned his head to look into his eyes.

His irises were burning fire.

“I want you to watch.”

It was an order, the one that Stiles found himself immediately nodding over. Derek wanted to show him something. So he would.

A strange calmness settled over him, as Derek’s hands left him. Stiles watched in detachment as Derek walked over slowly to the cowering man and inclined his head.

“Did you like what you saw?” he asked in what seemed like a normal voice. Yet, his eyes still burned.

The man sniffled. “N-no.”

Derek smirked. “Liar.”

He began circling the man with measured steps, his hands locked behind his back.

“You think I don’t know the feeling?” he asked. “I know how my mate looks. How he smells. Can you smell him?”

“No, no, please…” the man slobbered over himself, shaking his head.

“Right, you can’t. You’re human.” Suddenly, he turned his head towards the wolves. “But you can.”

Stiles had never seen the warrior wolves this still. Some whined, some stood frozen with their ears flattened and backs hunched, pressed down by the force of submission.

The winds picked up.

“I know how it feels to look at him,” Derek continued, pinning a dozen wolves with one stare. “I am no different to you in that desire. He’s divine, isn’t he?” Derek met Stiles’ wide gaze and smiled coldly, before turning back. “All of you want him in your bed — or, anywhere, really. I hear what you whisper amongst yourselves, I see where your gaze falls.”

The nobleman made a pathetic sight. He seemed to stop listening to his leader, and just pleaded, shaking his head and rocking back and forth. The wolves stood frozen.

Derek put his foot under the man’s chin and lifted it from the ground, before catching his face in his hands. Long claws pierced through his cheeks, forcing a wail out of the damned soul.

Stiles shivered but continued watching.

“My mate is irresistible, yet my wolves learned to resist,” Derek murmured, studying the man’s snot-covered face. “I don’t think you would.”

“No! Have mercy! I will resist, I would never look at him anymore—”

Derek smiled. “Of that I am sure.”

He cupped the man’s cheeks, put the tips of his claws against the man’s eyes and pushed.

This, Stiles couldn’t bear. He closed his eyes and turned away, but the blood-curdling scream still reached his ears.

And it didn’t stop.

Stiles could barely hear Derek’s “Make his death slow, else you’ll suffer the same fate.” to his wolves over the wailing. This time, when the alpha took him by the shoulders, he didn’t flinch.

“Let’s go have a bath,” Derek muttered to him, his voice gentle as always. “You must be cold…”

Stiles laid his hand over Derek’s and held it, seeking reassurance in the slick hot bloodied skin.

“Join me?” he asked quietly, barely heard over the sound of tearing flesh and sharp cries.

“If I ever refuse, consider me dead.”

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hedwig221b · 5 months

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Hellooo! I just want to say that I ADORE your Sterek fics. I came across one of your fics a few months ago (I think it was a 5k-word one shot) and immediately started to dive into your profile to find more Teen Wolf fics

I really loved Wait For Me, almost cried while reading Derek's backstory and what he went through every time. But it was such a good read *_*

I have Treasure on my reading list next, and I can already tell from the summary and tags that it's gonna be awesome. Keep spreading Sterek love <3

I keep on winning y'all

Let me kiss you MWAH!!!

Wait for Me was so long ago, it seems... I'm so happy you liked the fic, the story behind Stiles and Derek's past. Thank you!

And, oh, if Wait for Me tugged on the strings of your soul, then Treasure is gonna make you cry for sure. So many people told me they cried. I sobbed myself while writing certain scenes. You're in for a treat. It's my favourite, telling you this as an author. Let me know if you ever get to it 💗

Thanks so much again for this wonderful message 💕 ❤ it's so sweet and kind of you to say and to take your time to send this to me 💗 adore you back!

#you people are so wonderful lately #is it festive cheer #or people actively choosing to bring kindness into the world #thank you either way #you bring me joy and happiness #hedwig221b replies #my fics #sterek #sterek fic #sterek fanfic #stiles x derek #derek x stiles #teen wolf fanfiction

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hedwig221b · 6 months

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Is there still time for a: Trick or treat?👀

Sure! The context for this piece is: Stiles had to go away from Derek for a couple of days and during it someone tried to sexually assault Stiles (they didn't get far). Then Stiles comes back.

It was 6.35 pm and Derek was already there.

Stiles’ whole body seized up at the sight of him leaning on the side of the Camaro, all dark, sexy and mysterious. He would probably be busy beating people off with a bat and spraying them with a hose to stop them from climbing him, but instead he was here. Waiting for Stiles.

Stiles gripped the handrail with a sweaty hand, and gulped. His stomach turned into a giant weirdly warm knot and his heart was pounding in his temples so hard it was making him dizzy.

The bus slowed down and stopped. With a dry mouth, Stiles stumbled out of it the minute the doors opened, barely keeping himself from falling down, and met Derek’s gaze.

Act normal, don’t run, don’t do anything weird…

Oh, Derek looked stunning. He straightened his shoulders as soon as he saw Stiles, but kept frowning. His eyes ran over Stiles’ body as if he was looking for something.

Stiles clenched his fists to keep himself from running, even though it hurt not to. He couldn’t stop himself from speeding up, though, and pushed out a weak smile instead of tears building up behind his eyelids.

“Hey,” he said, when he was close. “Have you been—”

Stiles yelped as Derek swept him in a tight embrace and lifted him off the ground. The man buried his nose in Stiles’ neck and inhaled as if starving for oxygen.

Stiles closed his burning eyes and clung to him with all his might. To feel his strong arms around the waist, the heat of his body, even though it was clad in a “bad boy” leather jacket, was heaven. Heaven!

It seemed like Stiles hadn’t seen him in centuries. So much had happened in such a small frame of time, things so despicable and vile… Stiles didn’t want to remember, didn’t want to think. And Derek’s embrace was one of those things that made him forget who he was.

Derek tensed suddenly. He nuzzled Stiles’ throat again, then gently put him down, but didn’t release from the circle of his arms.

“Everything okay?” Derek asked in a tense voice, studying Stiles’ face.

Stiles swallowed. “Yeah.” He smiled again, this time a tiny bit more genuine. “I just… missed you.”

Stupid, clingy idiot—

The corners of Derek’s mouth lifted. “I missed you, too.” He cupped Stiles’ face, stroking his thumb under one eye. “Now, breathe.”

“What?”

“Breathe, baby, come on.”

Stiles didn’t even notice how shaky his breathing become. He swallowed again and closed his eyes for a moment in an attempt to get rid of black spots that had the audacity to obscure the handsome face.

As if his eagerness wasn’t embarrassing enough.

Blinking rapidly, Stiles chuckled. “It’s okay, I just couldn’t miss the opportunity to faint into your arms.”

Derek didn’t laugh. He inhaled deeply, maybe trying to subconsciously balance Stiles’ rapid breathing out, and deepened his frown.

“Something happened.” It wasn’t even a question. How the fuck did he know?

Stiles was speechless for a couple of seconds too long, but then smiled despite his heart going a mile a minute.

“Yeah, I lost my breath at the sight of you.”

“Stiles.”

“And it’s your fault for making my head spin, like whoa, dude.”

Stiles pretended to smooth out Derek’s jacket to hide his slightly shaking cold hands. Based on Derek’s unrelenting grip, the man wasn’t buying it. In fact, both of them were well aware that Derek was the only one keeping Stiles standing.

Stiles didn’t know what exactly overwhelmed him that much. Either way, it was nice to be welcomed in Derek’s embrace again.

Guess, Derek didn’t forget him after all.

Staring at Stiles’ face with gloomy suspicion, Derek, however, let the subject go. He huffed in frustration, leaned down to give Stiles a light kiss.

“I missed you, too,” he mumbled into his lips, kissed him once again and then lifted him in the air to carry over to the car. Stiles squeaked at such manhandling, but was secretly glad because he wasn’t really sure he wasn’t going to faint and crack his head open.

Derek lowered him down on the seat, closed the door, then hurried to his side.

Stiles took the moment to close his eyes and breathe. The familiar smell of Derek and the leather of the interior actually helped him calm down somewhat. He clenched and unclenched his fists to try warm them up, when Derek climbed inside as well.

“Seatbelt, baby.”

#sterek #sterek fic #stiles x derek #eternal sterek #my fics #stiles stilinski #derek hale #hedwig221b replies #Stiles doesn't know that Derek would kill anyone who wronged him #and he doesn't know Derek is a werewolf #and can smell another scents on HIS Stiles #ask game

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