#kate argent is her own warning

[buckybarnesss]

on fire: a teen wolf novel chapters 10-13 chapters 7-9 here chapters 4-6 here chapters 1-3 here

after a little break i am back with a new installment i'm doing 4 chapters today because this book only has 19 chapters.

once again: kate argent is her own warning.. there's an entire flashback chapter of her and derek when he was a teenager. she explicitly grooms him.

Our intrepid heroes are still in the goddamn woods. We shall never leave. Allison is cold and so Scott snuggles with her to share body heat. Classic trope but I have read many missing persons cases. Hypothermia can happen even when you don’t think it can. 

And we have yet another example of Derek being characterized as kind of a dick. He and Stiles find a campfire as Derek tries to track the scent of the Alpha and/or locate Scott. Stiles is just having a bad time as he’s winded from trying to keep up with Derek. Derek leaves him there. I reject this. No. Derek never left Stiles anywhere like this. Especially not with danger afoot. It very much stands in contrast to Wolf’s Bane when Derek crawls over broken glass and fights Peter, distracting him from Stiles.

The Queen has finally arrived. We finally get some Lydia narration. She also comes with Danny and some random dude Damon. 

It had been kind of annoying Danny hasn’t been involved that much considering he is Jackson’s best friend.

Have I mentioned that I don’t particularly care for how Danny is handled in this book? First you have Stiles assuming they should send Danny to the pay-by-the-hour motel because he’s gay and now Lydia’s narration is stereotyping the poor guy. “Dark-haired, with that cool Hawaiian vibe he had.” Danny was right to leave y'all.

Danny says he doesn’t have Lydia’s phone number which I sincerely doubt. 

I want to throw hands with this line “He gave her a completely non-sexual once over.” It’s giving gay-best friend trope vibes which to be fair was at its height in the 2010s and let’s face it this is how Lydia was often written pre-character development (and even after). Especially in the Sterek fandom. Don’t y’all try to tell me otherwise. I was there, Gandalf. 

There is this little section of Lydia’s I think deserves some commentary. The way this book has a subplot for Allison and Scott revolving around how they want to sleep together and the way Jackson and Lydia think of their relationship, especially their sexual relationship is interesting. Now, I’m no pearl clutching Puritan on this subject but the way that sex is handled in this narrative strikes me as too adult for their age. But this passage makes me change my perspective a little. These are kids acting too adult because they feel pressured in other areas of their lives to be adults without the experience and emotional capacity to do so. That fits in with Teen Wolf’s narrative. 

“Are you going through his stuff?” Danny queried, and she have him her best patronizing look, “Please,” She said, “You must know that I have a drawer here.” Damon looked even more impressed. Very few teenagers could claim the very adult perk of having a drawer containing their belongings at their boy -- or girlfriend’s house. Not that many teenagers had the need. It spoke of changing clothes, spending the night. Adult stuff.  Sex.”

Jackson’s computer wallpaper is Lydia which is sweet but then she says she picked it out herself which is less sweet. 

Jackson’s computer password is fucking Captain. You deserve to be hacked, Jackson.

Now Lydia brought Danny and his hanger on Damon from her house to Jackson’s because they’re looking for a CD Jackson apparently burned for Damon to use to DJ for a party. The 2010s of it all came out and kneed me in the solar plexus. Even Lydia was wondering why Jackson didn’t just make a shared playlist. But she searches through Jackson’s stuff stalling a little so she can snoop. This is all important because we finally get to the actual plot of why Jackson was lured away and missing in the first place. People want to rob the Whittermore’s while they’re out of town. Jackson at this point is still being held at gunpoint over in the preserve. 

The would be robbers -- henceforth referred to as Thing One and Thing Two -- assault Lydia and threaten her demanding to know if there are other people in the house. Lydia truly gets a raw deal no matter what.

Meanwhile, Derek’s left Stiles and is trying to follow the scene of the Alpha. He uses the word “shedding” to refer to how he left Stiles. I cannot impress enough how he would not fucking say that.

Derek’s out of luck though because the scent he comes across is old. He is at the place he found Laura’s body where he has a Moment of Anger before he moves on he picks up on Jackson’s scent. He recalls how he dug his claws into Jackson back in Magic Bullet and feels a tiny bit bad. He finds a half burned article about Jackson and does what I deem a Derek thing to do and that’s pocket it because he’s “keeping tabs on Jackson”. It’s stalking, Derek.

Narration switches back to Stiles and of course he gets weird quickly and Stiles what the fuck? Stiles doing something like this during the later seasons wouldn’t be out of the norm. He’s paranoid, hyper vigilant and suspicious at that point but here? Season 1? Stalker.

“He had tried calling Scott a couple more times, then Allison, then Lydia. He’d had her phone in his possession when he deleted the picture she’d accidentally taken of the Alpha. Of course he’d also inputted her number into his own phone; how stalkerish was that?”

Derek reappears and scares Stiles. Stiles observes “He was kind of sweaty, and he looked glummer than usual.” Stiles refuses to be normal about Derek. 

They have a little tiff except it’s them being worried about the same thing but in opposite directions. 

“Stiles crossed his arms and hunched over, shivering and trying to make himself inconspicuous, in cast the Alpha spotted Derek and decided to attack him. But Derek was a Beta werewolf too, like Scott. Why wasn’t he part of the Alpha’s pack? Maybe he is. Maybe he just hasn’t told us, he thought. “Or maybe it’s some kind of trap,” Derek said, “Something the Argents cooked up.” “You mean that Allison’s in on it?” Stiles asked, sounding incredulous.  Derek slid a glance at him. “Why do you sound so surprised? You know what the Argents are. What they do.``

And so we have arrived. The part of this book I remember the most. The Derek Hale Flashbacks. We go six years into the past. 

This is definitely where the idea of Kate Argent working at Beacon Hills High comes from and it makes a lot of sense. It even works even better given the context of season 2 where the Argents actually infiltrate the school as a tactic. 

Holder puts Derek on the swim team which is funny in retrospect because of how the swim team is important to the story of season 2 but Derek is established in season 3 as having been on the basketball team like Peter.

Holder also does a little world building on werewolf customs and pack dynamics here which the show lacks in detail. The way Holder does it is far more patriarchal than what the Hales actually are in the show. There’s a focus on Derek’s father (unnamed even here), the contest/rivalry between him and his cousin Josh, entrance into manhood and Uncle Peter. 

I am still deeply amused by Holder making the Beast of Gevaudan an ancestor of the Hales when the show took the route of making it far more deeply connected to the Argents.

The deepest of sighs at this : “Unlike Laura, who was popular, he didn’t have any human friends, and he didn’t want any.” I just have the hardest time with isolationist, anti-human Derek. Season 3 Derek called and told Book Derek to fuck himself. Derek had a posse of generic human friends.

Kate preys on Derek while she fills in for the main coach as he’s on paternity leave. Also Kate’s up here just brassily using her actual name.

Like Derek’s about 16 here so I can easily buy him noticing a pretty young woman in close proximity to him but Holder does a good job in making it clear that while Derek’s attracted to Kate superficially her interest in him makes him uncomfortable. Derek’s narration says things like “Flustered, even a little frightened.” and “He practically ran out of the school, looking over his shoulder.”

Holder then parallels Scott and Allison once more which is a, um, choice by describing Kate’s hair in the moonlight and Derek almost wolfing out. 

Apparently Laura and Derek shared a Subaru Forester. Which Hale lesbian bought this?

Now up until this point I’ve mostly avoided talking about Laura and her presence in this book because I was saving it for this scene. Laura Hale is a ghost in the narrative in the show. She’s seen maybe three different times outside of being a corpse. She’s never actually named in any of those short appearances and no one talks about her. Here she’s mentioned several times by Scott, Stiles and Derek. Plus now she’s shown in Derek’s flashbacks. I don’t like her all that much here and I think this might be where some of Laura’s fanon characterization comes from. 

Anyway, Derek and Laura are at a diner together eating hamburgers. Derek drinks Diet Coke. Look, I don’t see him as a Diet Coke drinker but that’s not the point here. Derek mentions Kate and how he thinks she’s so beautiful. Laura has this moment where she seems concerned:

“Is this...woman a student?” Laura asked. “No. She’s the new lifeguard. Ms. Argent.” Mr. Braswell’s replacement.” “School lifeguard?” she said, looking mildly shocked. “A teacher?”

After this though Laura’s characterization takes a nosedive. She refers to Kate as a slut when at this point in time Kate hasn’t really done anything necessarily wrong. Derek only really tells Laura of thinking she’s pretty. Laura’s never even met her.

She goes on to tease Derek about his crush -- the word mateable is used 🤮 -- and Derek shuts down. “Suddenly, he didn’t feel like talking to her about it anymore.”

I hate it here.

The next scene is another flashback I recall vividly. Melissa and baby Scott being abused by Mr. McCall. This fuckface trying to convince Scott that his asthma attack isn’t real and it’s all in his head. I want this man to die. Interesting that later when Rafael McCall is introduced he’s still The Worst.

Catch these hands. “Scott didn’t want him to yell at his mom because Scott had asthma. It wasn’t her fault. It was his, Scott’s.” 

If Melissa McCall had killed him no would have charged her. 

Back in the present we return to Scott and Allison. They’re still cuddling but realize they’re supposed to be looking for Allison’s keys. Her phone rings and they have a mishap which sends Allison down the incline. She takes him with her.

They recover but Allison has now lost her keys and phone. Bad day all around for Ally A.

Scott finds Allison’s phone using his wolf powers but he can’t let her know that so they use his phone to call hers. 

Her ringtone for him is apparently a band called Kids of 88. I had never heard of them so after a quick search their biggest hit was in 2009 My House. Which again -- sex.

Scott went to get her phone but he’s prevented by an invisible barrier. Wolfsbane. He makes up a lie about his leg being hurt because like how else do you explain not being able to touch a bush?

They sit down and Scott’s having thoughts like “Oh I wish Derek were here” so you know it’s not great. Allison talks a little about how she’s close to her parents.

They are fucking kissing again. Stop it. It’s not the time. 

Scott decides to text Stiles and says Stiles knows his username and password. We all know. It’s the ever iconic Allison. Jackson and Scott truly deserve each other.

I forgot Jackson was still being held at gunpoint while all this has been going on.

Jackson makes an attempt to escape but yet another guy is waiting at the Porsche. How many people are there? Two here, Cassie probably and then the two at the house. So 5 people in total it appears. Geez. 

His escape fails and he’s taken hostage. Jackson never has a good time. 

All of Chapter 13 is Kate and Derek. Shall we brace ourselves?

“One by one the other swimmers left, and he’d remained behind, torn between disappointment that she hadn’t done it again, and complete and utter relief that she was staying away from him.” Holder writes young Derek having the instinct to know Kate’s attention isn’t good.

Now Holder does do some interesting bits of worldbuilding but like I said earlier it seems so patriarchal. Surrounding challenges and fighting. His view of humans in the book is one of paternalism. 

Kate is going in for the kill now and I’m crawling up my own spine. She makes herself come across as demure. She’s playing meek and turning the whole thing back on Derek giving him the illusion of choice as she grooms him. She purposefully is coming across as more of a peer than an adult figure with authority. 

“She swirled her fingers in the water. “And this isn’t really my style, you know?” I don’t come onto men like this.” Men. She thought of him as a man. He licked his lips, completely tongue-tied. “I wish you’d say something,” she murmured. “I’m kind of dying about it now. I’m sorry if I misread your intentions. I won’t bother you again.” “I know we’d have to be careful. Outsiders might not understand.”

Excuse me. Earlier Derek mentioned his rival -- his cousin Josh -- apparently Peter’s sister-in-law’s kid. Here he mentions Laura had made out with Josh the previous Wolf Moon. Did Laura make out with their cousin?!?!?!?!?!? There’s no other Josh in this book. Like I get they’re not blood related if Josh is Peter’s sister-in-law’s kid (which lol okay bro) but what is happening here on this day?

Kate wants Derek to come home with her for privacy -- ew. So Derek calls Laura to negotiate. Hence the whole conversation about Laura making out with cousin Josh. Laura says “This is so you can do something slutty.” I deeply dislike this characterization of Laura.

And now we’re in Kate’s narration for the flashbacks. I need a shower after reading her thoughts. God, I hate Kate.

Holder goes into detail about her ideas on werewolves. It’s interesting. There’s competition for rank within the pack, challenges and rituals. I want to do a post specifically about it maybe, but I am offended on Talia Hale’s behalf here. It’s very focused on males. The automatic assumption that the Alpha is Derek’s father.

 I cannot say fuck Kate enough. “Some kids in high school are babies and others are all grown up, ready for the real world. Like you.” The classic manipulation tactic of oh but you’re so mature for your age or oh they’re such an old soul. 

Wishing Kate Argent a go ahead and die.

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[hawkeyetrained]

Favorite Niece

Derek Hale x Fem!Argent!reader

Other Characters: Kate Argent, Allison Argent (mentioned), McCall Pack (mentioned)

Warnings: cannon level violence, but nothing too bad, Derek tied up, slight S1E11 spoilers

Summary: She is the older sister of Allison Argent and, unlike her sister, knows all about the supernatural world. What happens when her aunt visits and happens to capture her boyfriend?

Word count: 1,650

My family was well known in the hunter community. Each member was trained either as a hunter, or a leader. My mother was the leader in our family, until time came for me or my little sister to take her place. Allison and I had just moved to Beacon Hills with our parents. She was a sophomore while I was a few months away from finishing my senior year. My little sister still didn’t know too much about the supernatural world we lived in, but me, my aunt Kate had been teaching and mentoring me for years.

She saw the world in a much different light than I did though. She believed that anything supernatural should be killed, while I, on the other hand, thought that those living in peace and protecting their own people and spaces shouldn’t be put down.

When we first moved here, I met Derek Hale while out in the woods, practicing my knife throwing. He had stopped running when he heard my frustrated yells and curses, coming over to investigate and make sure no one was hurt. We were instantly drawn together, neither of us wanting to stay away from each other for more than a few hours. The fact that I came from a family of hunters was one of the first topics that came up when we first got together. When I assured him that I saw the world in a vastly different way than my family, he and I became inseparable.

Everyone in the hunting world knew the Hale’s, and their story. I didn’t want to believe that someone could be horrible enough to trap a family in their house and let them burn. But when Derek opened up and told me about the night of the fire, about the pain he went through after losing his entire family, I swore off hunting completely.

Now, we had been together for nearly half a year, and when my aunt Kate came into town to visit, Derek and I had to keep things even quieter than usual. Scott and Stiles both knew Derek and I were together, but we had them keep things to themselves when my baby sister began hanging around with the three of us and Derek.

“Hi there my beautiful niece.” Kate smiled widely as she came into my room. I set my notebook down and turned around in my chair, making sure my phone was face down so she couldn’t see my messages.

“Hey Aunt Kate.” I smiled back at her, hoping she couldn’t feel my anxiety rolling off my body in heavy waves. I hadn’t been able to get a hold of Derek for hours, and with the small group of hunters in town, I was overly nervous.

“You at a good place for a break?” She nodded back to my homework. “I wanna show you something.”

“Umm.” I closed my laptop after saving my English report. “Yeah, I can stop for the night.” I slipped my boots on and grabbed by burnt orange sweater as I followed her out the front door. “Mom, dad, Aunt Kate is kidnapping me for the night. Love you!” I yelled back into the house before getting in the car. “So, where are we going?”

“I have a surprise for you.” She had been teaching me more and more about the hunting world as I had been trying to keep her off my back with my relationship with Derek. “You’ve been making so much progress in your training with me. I can’t believe how quickly you picked up knife throwing, and I swear you’re a natural shooter, so I thought I would surprise you with a very easy first hunt.”

My blood ran cold, and it felt like my heart stopped beating. “What do you mean? You know how I feel about hunting.”

Kate rolled her eyes. “I know, but you’ll have to get over it eventually. What if something comes after your baby sister one day?” Threatening Allison like that made my entire body freeze. She knew how protective I was over my little sister, how I’d do anything to keep her safe and out of the hunting world if I could. My dad had just started teaching Allison the basics, so the thought of her being thrown into hunting like I was scared the hell out of me. “You need to know how to protect yourself and your sister.”

She opened her door and got out of the car. When did we stop? “Where are we?” I followed behind her, not being able to see much as we wondered through the darkness, only to stop in the basement of what I recognized to be the Hale house. “Aunt Kate?” My heart was pounding as I followed her farther into the basement, only to come to a room with Derek chained up to a metal frame, wires connecting the metal to the circuit box on the wall, my curious eyes widening in shock and fear.

“Surprise!” She gave me a wide grin and held her arms to her side, effectively making Derek jump awake and his eyes land on my face. “What better way to kick off your hunting life than to take out one of the most famous werewolves in Beacon Hills?”

My breathing was a bit heavier as I stared at Derek. His side was bandaged up, the wires of the circuit box disappearing under the black tape, and he looked like he hadn’t sept in days. I knew Kate had been torturing him, probably sending too much electricity through his body as her way of getting him to talk and not letting him heal properly. “You...you want me to kill Derek Hale?” I looked at my aunt like she was crazy.

“Yes!” She wrapped an arm around my shoulders and dragged me closer to the werewolf. Derek bared his teeth and growled at my aunt. “See, he’s just so feisty.” She didn’t know he was trying to protect me, not himself.

“Derek?” My voice was soft, my aunt taking it as disbelief, not my fear for his life. “I can’t do this. He never did anything to me.”

Kate rolled her eyes at me, dropping her arm and going over to the circuit switch. “Sure, you can. You just have to take the first few steps.” I hadn’t taken my eyes off of his, until I heard a small click, and Derek tensed up in pain, a loud roar tearing through his chest.

“No, no, Aunt Kate, stop! Stop!” I shrieked, running over to her table, and flipping the switch off. Derek relaxed back against the metal wall, a breath of relief falling from his lips. “Stop.”

“Oh, come on sweetheart, he’s a monster. Our family, we hunt them down to make sure they won’t ever hurt anyone.” My eyes were wide as I stared at Derek, his bare chest heaving as he took in all the air he could before my aunt would turn the machine back on.

“He hasn’t hurt anyone though.”

“But he will!” Her voice was getting louder and louder, almost yelling at me. “You need to understand that werewolves are dangerous and need to be put down.”

I was silent for what felt like hours, both Kate and Derek looking at me, waiting for my answer. “Ok.” I sighed. “You want me to kill him, fine. But I don’t want you breathing down my neck telling me I’m doing something wrong. Go wait in the car.” I had to convince her that I would go through with it. My fingers trailed over the black handgun sitting beside the machine on the table, slightly trembling. “Please, just let me do this my way.”

A proud smile covered her face as my eyes dropped to the ground. “Alright! I knew you were my favorite niece for a reason.” She clapped her hands together. “I’ll see you outside in twenty minutes.” Kate turned and walked out of the house. I didn’t move until I heard the car door shut behind her, then I moved quickly up to Derek’s side.

“Derek?” I placed my hands on his cheeks, turning his face to look at me. “Look at me, please.”

“Why? You wanna look into my eyes as you kill me? I knew it wasn’t real.” The pain in his words broke my heart.

My eyes filled with tears and I held onto his cheeks just a bit tighter. “Derek, I am nothing like my aunt. She is crazy and thinks anything supernatural should be killed. I can’t do that. I could never do that, especially not to you. I sent her out so I could get you free, so I could save you.” My hands smoothed down his sweaty hair. “Please, Derek, you gotta believe me. I could never hurt you.”

“You do this, and it’s not just Kate that will come after you. It’s all her hunter friends, your mom and dad, maybe even your sister someday. You’re ok with that?” His eyes locked on mine, listening to my heart for a change in pace.

“For you?” I smiled softly, resting my head against his. “Anything.” He leaned forward, pressing a searing kiss to my lips before I pulled away. “You see a key?”

He rolled his eyes. “Move.” I listened to his order, stepping back, and watching his movements carefully. Derek planted his feet, balled his hands into fists, and threw his arms forward, snapping the metal cuffs off his wrists and tearing the black bandage from his side. “Now let’s get out of here.”

“Just a second.” My feet carried me up in front of him, my hands resting around his neck as I pulled him down for another kiss. His arms came to wrap around me, pulling me closer to his chest for a moment before leaning back and taking my hand in his. “You scared the hell out of me.”

A car door slammed outside the old Hale house. “We need to go.”

@thetallassgirl

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[topazy]

In the shadows

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x reader

Warnings: Violence

Chapter: 1.12

The feeling of being dragged underwater is what wakes you, and when your eyes flutter open, you’re surprised to be in a hospital bed and not a pool of water. Your body, which is covered in bandages and bruises, aches. Two nurses are in the room as well, both looking concerned, but neither of them say anything.

You look around the sterile room and notice Sheriff Stilinski yelling at Jackson. At least that jackass was alright. Suddenly, all the fear comes flooding back. Peter's face flashed before your eyes, his eyes glowing red as his jaw opened, sharp fangs replacing his human teeth.

“No!” You lunge forward. “Stiles run!”

Hearing your sudden outburst and yelling his son's name, the sheriff tries to enter the room but is denied access. Your parents had gone out of town to visit friends the previous morning, so I guessed they hadn’t returned to Beacon Hills yet.

One of the nurses begins fidgeting with the IV bag, which is attached to the cannula in the back of your hand. You notice her injection has something to it. “Hey, what the hell?”

Everything quickly becomes blurry; you struggle to keep your eyes open, and when you do manage to, you instantly feel sick, noticing the walls around you keep changing. You look up and see a man in scrubs pushing your bed, with the same nurse who knocked you out beside him.

“Peter?”

Smirking, Peter pulls down the mask covering his face. “I always said you weren’t dense, Mori.”

—

“I don’t understand; explain it again.”

Peter rolls his eyes and lets out a dramatic sigh. “I’ve already told you the plan twice.”

“You probably shouldn’t have drugged me then.”

He puts one of his sharp claws underneath your chin and says, “Careful.”

“Stiles won’t help me hack into Scott’s laptop until he knows you’re safe and sound." His voice oozes with sarcasm. “I need both Scott and Derek to kill the Argents.”

“Scott will never help you.”

“Oh, he will.” Peter pulls out a mobile from his pocket and dials; the phone only rings for a few seconds before someone answers. “As promised, I’ve not harmed her yet.”

“𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚒, 𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚒!”

“Stiles!”

“𝙰𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚔𝚊𝚢?”

You didn’t know how to answer him. Your cuts and bruises were beginning to heal on their own, but you were stuck alone in a room with the alpha. “I’m with Peter.”

“Time to hold up your end of the deal, Stiles.”

“𝙾𝚔𝚊𝚢, 𝚞𝚖, 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚜.”

Peter smiles with a strange look in his eyes, twirling your hair around his finger while you listen to Stiles typing on a laptop through the phone.

“𝙸’𝚟𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚒𝚝. 𝙸𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝙳𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚔 𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎.”

Peter slams the phone down, causing it to break. He seems lost in the light for a while before turning to you and running his claw along your jawline before pricking your skin just below your ear enough for it to bleed. "Fascinating." His eyes glow slightly as he watches them heal. Peter shifts his gaze to meet yours. “Did you know your brother is back in town?”

“K—Kyle?”

“Yes, and we wouldn’t want anything to happen to him, now would we?”

You shake your head and say, “No, what is it you want from me?”

“The Argents want to leave, but you're going to get Kate and Allison to Derek’s location within the next hour.”

“And in exchange, you won’t hurt my brother, Stiles, Scott, Derek, or Lydia?”

He nods.

“And what if I can’t?” Tears roll down your cheeks. “I don’t know Allison that well; she wouldn’t just skip plans on leaving town to hang out with me.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll tell you exactly what to say. And if you tell anyone what we are planning, even Stiles, you can kiss your parents and brother goodbye.”

—

As you step further into the forest, you realize that you don't know what to do or how completely out of your depth you are. You did exactly as Peter said and called Allison and tearfully told her Scott had lied to you as well about being a werewolf, but you knew where he was and wanted to confront him.

It hadn’t sunk in how big of a mistake you made until you saw both Kate and Allison welding weapons when they got out of Kate’s car. You felt even more unease when Kate handed you a pellet gun. “Do you know how to handle this?”

“No,” you say, shaking your head, and try to push the gun back to her. “I’ve never even held one.”

“Take it,” she says firmly. “Trust me, we are dealing with rabid dogs whose only purpose is to kill.”

“She’s right, Mori; you need to be able to protect yourself.”

It was sad to see how brainwashed Allison had become. Reluctantly, you took the gun from Kate.

You were trying so hard to keep your brother and friends safe from Peter that you hadn’t thought about the Argents trying to kill them. You clear your throat. “What are you planning on doing to Scott once you find him?”

Kate slows her pace, so Allison can’t hear anything her aunt says. Kate cocks her brow and says, “Whatever's necessary to stop him from harming Lydia. Is that going to be a problem?”

You remain silent. Stiles had texted you, saying Kate was the one who set the fire in The Hale’s house, killing everyone.

Kate was a cold-blooded killer; at least that’s what you kept telling yourself to justify handing her over to the alpha to protect your friends.

“Shh,” Kate says, putting her fingers to her lips. “You hear that?”

Allison nods, but you look around clueless until you spot Derek and Scott walking towards what remains of the Hale house. Out the corner of your eye, you notice Kate raising her gun, and without thinking it through, you kick Kate in the shin and say, “Scott, Derek, run!”

Kate throws you to the ground easily and holds you there while pointing her arrow at Derek.

“You don’t need to do this,” you plead. “Allison, you’re not a murderer; just let them go.”

She ignores you and shoots Derek in the shoulder and then in the leg before firing a flash bolt. The flash causes your vision to become fuzzy, and the feeling of being dragged underwater returns.

—

You feel weak as someone helps you stand. “Derek?”

“You good?”

You nod. “Are you; you’ve just been shot twice?”

Shooting a glare in Allison’s direction, he scoffs, “I’m fine.”

Hearing a clattering sound coming from his home, he shoots his head in that direction. “What’s wrong?”

“Scott’s in trouble.”

“Go, go.” When Derek lets go, you stumble slightly but hold onto a tree for support.

You feel like you’re burning up, but there’s nothing physically wrong with you. You roll up your sleeves to look at the bite mark on your arm and are horrified to see it was completely healed. The sudden urge to scream overtakes you, so you do. As you scream, you feel a wave of panic and frustration as the sound of rushing water overflows all your other senses. You only come back to reality when you feel a familiar warmth of arms wrapping around you.

You don’t even need to open your eyes to know who it is, “Stiles.”

“It’s okay.”

When the smell of smoke fills your nostrils, you open your eyes to see Peter's burning body falling to the ground. Squeeze Stiles tightly. “What am I?”

He whispers, “I don’t know, but we’ll figure it out, I promise.”

You cling to Stiles as Scott chases after Derek, begging him not to kill Peter. “Wait! You said the cure comes from the one who bit you. Derek, if you do this, I'm dead. Her father, her family—what am I supposed to do?”

Claws extend from Derek’s nails as he raises his arm up.

“Wait! No, no! Don't!”

Derek slashes Peter's throat, then slowly stands, and I’m a distorted voice saying, “I'm the Alpha now.”

—

𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚂𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜 —

𝙻𝚢𝚍𝚒𝚊’𝚜 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚍.

𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚂𝚌𝚘𝚝𝚝 —

𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚝? 𝙸𝚏 𝚗𝚘𝚝, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝.

𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚂𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜 —

𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐?

𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙰𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚗 —

𝙸’𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢.

𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚂𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜 —

𝙰𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚎, 𝙱𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘

Gulping down, you shove the phone into your pocket; you couldn’t think straight with different messages coming through at once.

“Where do they think you are?

“At home, I guess.”

“Why did you come here alone?”

Derek lets out a dark chuckle as he walks across the creaking floorboards. His house was dark, and the only part of him you could see was his glowing red eyes. But unlike with Peter, you didn’t feel scared; you knew Derek wouldn’t hurt you.

“I want to know what I am.”

#Teen wolf #stiles stilinski/you #stiles stilinski/reader #stiles stilinski x reader #stiles stilinski x you #teen wolf rewrite #teen wolf fanfic #stiles stilinski #stiles stilinski fanfiction #Stiles Stilinski x fem reader #Stiles Stilinski fanfic #teen wolf x reader #teen wolf x you #teen wolf fanfiction #In the shadows

[evanesdust]

you are an obsession (i am your possession)

Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: POV Derek Hale, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Alternate Universe - Werewolves Are Known, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Full Shift Werewolves, Alpha Derek Hale, Omega Stiles Stilinski, Stalker, Voyeurism, Possessive Behavior, Getting Together, Explicit Sexual Content, hunting & providing, Werewolf Courting, Minor Violence, mild spanking, Knotting, this is a lot sweeter than it sounds, My Sweet Bloody Valentine

Summary:

Once Derek catches that tantalizing scent, he can’t stay away.

Stiles.

Derek’s completely enthralled by him. Obsessed.

But all he can do is stand in the shadows, watching and waiting. Until he can make Stiles his, that is.

And when that happens, Derek will never let him go.

Derek makes his way through the throng of grinding couples—drunk girls shaking their asses against douchebags wearing too much cologne. One even has his button-up parted to show off the gold chain dangling on his hairy, overly tanned chest.

This was the last place Derek would ever go, but not even the obnoxious thump thump thump from the club's speakers could keep him away. The beat feels as though it's coming from inside Derek's chest. He’s never quite gotten used to the volume in nightclubs, even when he wears earplugs—it's why he tends to avoid them.

But when he caught that intoxicating scent outside, it was as if a hurricane was at his back, pushing Derek toward it and leaving no room for resistance.

It was woody and fresh, like oakmoss and lavender. Nothing had ever reminded Derek so much of home before, and then he saw who it belonged to.

Words, coherent thoughts, oxygen—all that shit escapes him when he spots the owner of the scent. An alluring omega, more beautiful than any Derek's ever seen in his life, and he's seen a lot of beautiful omegas. Fucked a lot, too, but there's something about this one that captivates him.

Derek stands against the wall, not wanting to get too close. No. He wants to watch for a while, absolutely enthralled with the lithe creature before him.

The omega could pass for a pixie or a fairy with his cute, upturned nose, messy chestnut hair, and mole-speckled skin that appears to glow under the club's lights. All that's missing are the telltale iridescent wings of his supernatural brethren.

Arousal courses through Derek as he trails his gaze down the omega's body. He's wearing sinfully tight black pants and an equally tight red shirt with a low collar, showing off the long expanse of his neck that Derek would love to mark up. The omega is slim but not skinny, lean but not lanky—a perfect mix of strength and submission.

Something inexplicably sinister arises in Derek's chest. Dangerous. A wave of possessiveness he's never felt before rushes over him, and all Derek wants to do is break him. Shatter him into pieces, then arrange those pieces to fit against his own. And if they don't—he'll fucking make them.

In that instance, Derek knows he's about to do something bad. That he'll cross lines he'd never be able to come back from because one look from this omega and any alpha would be on their knees.

With just one look, Derek's already obsessed. Already addicted. But he has to resist or else he'll ruin himself. Again. He's finally getting his life back after his obsession with Kate Argent, the woman responsible for his family's death. For years, he'd tracked her, hunted her, as she ran from her heinous crime. Derek wasn't supposed to survive the fire—no one was, but teenage rebellion saved him, and he spent years exacting his revenge.

Now he could almost be considered an upstanding member of society. He owns a small business, volunteers at the local cat rescue and a few other places in town, and even donates regularly to various charities. He's already reclaimed his family's territory and, at some point, hopes to rebuild his pack.

So with a deep breath, Derek steps back and turns away, silently promising to never look back.

-

Five days. That's how long Derek managed to ignore the compulsion to find the omega. He probably would have succeeded, too, if it weren't for the omega popping up anywhere and everywhere Derek went. It was as if he were teasing Derek, taunting him with his enticing scent.

At the bakery, where Derek stopped every morning on the way to his workshop.

At the grocery store, an aisle over, innocently looking at cereal boxes.

At the sheriff's station, when Derek was walking by on his way to the bookstore nearby to pick up a new woodworking book he'd ordered. He'd caught the scent and turned just as the sheriff called out, "Stiles!"

Before Derek could even comprehend what the hell a Stiles was, the omega was there, a tight smile on his face like he hadn't meant to be caught. "Hey, dad."

Even though the omega, Stiles, was the sheriff's son—a glaring danger sign screaming for him to stay away—Derek had made up his mind, the decision fortifying like granite in his brain.

Stiles wouldn't be able to escape him now.

So Derek slinked back into the shadows and waited. Over the next week, Derek followed him. He learned Stiles's routine, where he worked, who his family and friends were—and, most importantly, where he lived. Which is what led to Derek breaking in and standing in the middle of Stiles's bedroom.

He'd meant to be gone before Stiles got home, but Stiles deviated from his usual Friday night plans of hanging out with his friends. That's the only reason he'd be home so early.

Derek freezes at the familiar sound of Stiles's Jeep pulling into the driveway. He could slip out the back, but Stiles's neighbors might see him. The sound of the Jeep door slamming shut springs him into action, and he has just enough time to slip under Stiles's bed.

There's a shirt lying there as if it were tossed aside and forgotten. Derek pulls it to his face, sniffing. Stiles's scent grounds him. Calms him in a way he hasn't felt since his family died.

He can't see anything from where he hides, but it's not long before the front door opens and then closes, followed by the click of the lock.

Derek can't quite recognize the tune Stiles whistles as he walks toward his room, the sound growing louder and louder the closer Stiles gets. Still, it doesn't drown out the rapid lup-dup lup-dup lup-dup of Derek's heartbeat. Thankfully, Stiles is human, so Derek doesn't have to worry about it giving him away.

Stiles talks to himself as he walks around the room, making a grocery list since he spends Saturday mornings running errands. There's a soft thunk as he kicks his shoes off. Derek's watched Stiles enough to know he won't bother picking them up and setting them out of the way. Even now, he can see them lying haphazardly near the doorway—much like everything else in Stiles's home.

He's organized chaos. Instead of a junk drawer, Stiles has a junk counter littered with papers and books piled high and about a million other little things that are one breeze away from being blown over. Derek didn't touch anything for fear of it toppling. Derek knows the boxes scattered around the living room and dining room are because Stiles still hasn't finished unpacking after moving back to Beacon Hills. He'd been away at college for the past four years, which explains why Derek hadn't met him.

Derek angles his head, watching Stiles's bare feet as he pads across the room to his attached bathroom, keeping the door ajar. The pipes in the wall rattle as Stiles turns the shower on.

God , Derek wishes he were in a better position to watch Stiles undress—his shirt and pants hitting the hamper just outside the bathroom door, which teeters a little before righting itself.

As much as he'd love to stay, as soon as he knows Stiles is in the shower, he slides out from under the bed and slips stealthily out of Stiles's house. It was a close call, but not enough to keep Derek from sneaking in again.

-

It's been a couple of days since Derek broke in, but this time, he didn't leave when Stiles got home. Instead, Derek stares at him through the slats in the closet door. The small, stuffy, and slightly claustrophobic closet that he's been in for the better part of two hours since Stiles got home from work late.

Stiles is worth it, though. So beautiful. Always. But especially when he thinks no one is watching—even wearing sweatpants with a threadbare graphic T-shirt. His rosy nipples poke through the thin material, and Derek's mouth waters with the need to take one into his mouth, sucking on it until Stiles wriggles beneath him.

Derek licks his lips.

Soon.

Stiles stands at the foot of the bed, glancing around for a moment, not really looking at anything in particular before a soft smile creeps onto his beautiful face.

Derek's not sure what or who he's thinking about, but he has to bite back a low growl when Stiles lifts his shirt over his head, then slips out of his pants.

His tantalizing, creamy skin is on full display, and with the moon high in the sky, Derek can see all the beauty marks scattered over his gorgeous body.

As Stiles pulls back the cover on his bed and bends over, pounding his fist into his pillow and fluffing it up, Derek focuses on the beauty mark directly on the swell of his left ass cheek. He wants to lick it. His cock hardens, and his mouth waters as he stares at Stiles's ass, at his hole.

Derek closes his eyes, working to regain control; otherwise, he'll storm out from his hiding spot, ruining all his plans.

But it's so difficult when Stiles is right in front of him, only a flimsy wooden door separating them. All Derek has to do is push it open, then he can mark, mate, and claim Stiles as his.

It's such an odd feeling. One Derek's never experienced before. He's never been in love. Never even given thought to a serious relationship. Rarely even fucks anyone anymore, and the few times he has, it's always a quick fuck before he's gone—the release rarely easing any tension.

And now, it's as if he's a fifteen-year-old boy who's just discovered what his cock is for. Ready to bust in his jeans from simply looking at Stiles in all his naked glory.

Derek wants to touch him, kiss him, and make Stiles his in every sense of the word until Stiles submits—because when that happens, Stiles will have no chance of ever escaping Derek.

Stiles climbs into bed, none the wiser to Derek being in his closet.

Derek watches Stiles get comfortable under the covers. Watches as he runs a hand down his chest and stomach, grabbing his cock and stroking. It's long, hard, and leaking.

When Stiles lets out a soft, pleasured sigh, Derek closes his eyes and bites his fist. He wants more. Wants to bury his nose in Stiles's groin and ass, inhale his omega scent, taste the first drops of pre-come as they leak from his slit, and feast on his slick.

As Stiles strokes himself, Derek ever so slowly unzips his pants and pulls out his achingly hard cock.

It isn't easy keeping all his senses on alert when he should be sinking into this pleasure he's managed to steal. His breaths are shallow, and as dust fills his nose, he brings his other hand up, covering his mouth and smothering a soft sneeze.

He warns himself against moaning too loudly when Stiles comes, his scent hitting Derek right in the balls.

It's too good.

As Derek fucks into his fist, he can't help but wonder what Stiles would be like in bed. Would he sound the same? Letting out those breathy little moans and whimpers. Or would he be loud as Derek fucks him? Begging and pleading for more, and harder, and please. He's imagined the answers vividly in his shower and bed every night since first seeing Stiles in that club, before even knowing his name.

Derek's heart hammers in his chest as pleasure crashes over him, and with a silent cry, the warmth of his release spills over his hand. After catching his breath, he grabs a shirt off the ground, using it to clean himself up. He clutches it tightly as he zips up his jeans and peeks through the slats.

Stiles is already asleep, his soft snores filling the air.

Derek smiles as he tiptoes out of the closet, slowly approaching the bed. He stares down at Stiles for a moment before gently brushing his hair away from his forehead and whispering, "Soon."

These stolen moments aren't enough anymore.

-

Derek sits in his Camaro outside Brewed Awakening, the coffee shop Stiles works at, waiting for him to get off work. For the past two hours, he's caught glimpses of Stiles through the window and watching him work. He's so expressive and animated when he talks to his customers—a little furrow appearing between his brows when he listens intently to whatever story they tell. And the way his tongue peeks out from between his lips as he concentrates on making their order is absolutely adorable.

He's so perfect, and Derek can't wait to claim Stiles as his. Finally. He wanted to wait a little longer; had a plan to befriend Scott, Stiles's childhood friend, but then he overheard Stiles agreeing to dinner with some guy for Valentine's—tonight.

They're supposed to meet up after Stiles gets off work.

Supposed to.

But it didn't take much tinkering for Derek to disable Stiles's Jeep, and with how old the jeep is, Stiles shouldn’t suspect a thing. When Derek had been in Stiles's house, he'd recognized the sky blue CJ-5 in some old pictures of the sheriff with a woman who must have been his late wife—Stiles's mother.

At a quarter past eight, the lights in the coffee shop go out. After a few seconds, Stiles walks out, locking up behind him. He strides through the dark parking lot as if he doesn't have a care in the world, not bothering to be watchful of danger. Doesn't he know there are predators out here? Just watching and waiting for their opportunity to strike?

Like you? his traitorous mind supplies as he watches Stiles climb into his Jeep. Their vehicles are side by side, but it's dark, so Derek doubts Stiles can see him through the windshield.

Stiles grips the steering wheel with one hand as he attempts to turn the Jeep on. Three tries and nothing.

After a few seconds of listening to Stiles muttering curses when the engine doesn't turn over at all, Derek gets out. Smoothing down his shirt, he rounds the Jeep and raps his knuckles on Stiles's driver's side window.

When the window rolls down, Derek meets his frustrated amber eyes.

"Hi," Derek says, giving Stiles his best smile. "Need some help?" Out of sight, he clenches his right fist. His whole body thrums with excitement at finally being so close to Stiles. The car smells like Stiles and the Irish Spring body wash he uses—the scents have long since faded from the T-shirt Derek stole. The one he used to wipe himself clean after jerking off in Stiles's closet.

Derek wants to rip open the door and bury his face in the crook of Stiles's neck. Wants to roll around in his scent until it sinks into his pores.

Christ! Derek's never had such a visceral reaction to a person before. It doesn't help that Stiles's big doe eyes make him look like the most delicious, seductive prey.

"Shit. Yeah, I've got a date I don't wanna miss." Stiles smirks at him as if he knows something Derek doesn't, but Derek ignores it when his scent grows spicy with arousal—making it even more delicious.

Derek barely holds back a growl but can't stop his eyes from flashing crimson. Nothing and no one has ever tested his control like this before.

"I apologize," he says quickly, regaining control.

There's a distinct lack of fear from Stiles, though. If anything, his scent intensifies. He licks his lips—those plump, pink lips that Derek has the urge to kiss until they're puffy and raw, to see stretched obscenely around his cock. Would Stiles's eyes water when he tries to take all of Derek in?

"Thanks, man." Stiles slides out of the Jeep. It's really more of a flail that shouldn't be cute, but somehow works for him. He circles the front of his Jeep and lifts the hood. "Fuck knows what the hell happened, but I appreciate it."

"It's not a problem." Derek walks up beside him, wiping his hands on his jeans before holding one out in greeting. "I'm Derek."

Stiles's fingers are cold as he grasps Derek's hand in a firm handshake. Forget the cold; Derek's practically burning up by the second. A kind of thrill he expected but still wasn't prepared for.

"Stiles."

Stiles's voice does things, weaving fantasies Derek will be jerking off to all night, moaning into that T-shirt he'd stolen from Stiles's house.

"It's nice to meet you. I've got jumper cables if you need a jump," Derek says, gesturing to his Camaro.

"I think it might be my starter. The engine wouldn't turn over at all."

"I can take a look if you'd like."

Stiles shoves his hands in his pockets, rocking back on his heels. "Thank you, that'd be great."

Derek takes off his leather jacket, draping it over the side-view mirror before glancing under the hood. He's wearing a tight grey tank top and a pair of fitted black jeans, flexing as he pretends to check the starter. As an alpha werewolf, Derek knows what he looks like. In fact, he works hard to maintain his physique and, in this instance, uses it to his advantage.

It works because Stiles's arousal hangs heavy in the air.

"Roscoe's always breaking down," Stiles says from beside him, aiming his phone’s flashlight under the hood.

Derek peers up at him, meeting Stiles's gaze. His eyes are so intense they practically burn molten. "Roscoe?"

"My Jeep. That's her name."

"Have you had her for a while?" Derek asks, smiling fondly at the name. He wonders if Stiles named the Jeep or if his mother had.

"Since I was sixteen. She belonged to my mom."

If Derek hadn't already known about his mother's death, Stiles's somber tone would have tipped him off. So he steps away from under the hood and lays a hand on Stiles's arm. "I'm so sorry for your loss."

Stiles gives him a grateful smile. "Thank you. It was a long time ago, though."

Derek feels a twinge of guilt for messing with the Jeep, but not enough to fix it. Because then Stiles would go on his date, and Derek's not that selfless. Instead, he ducks his head, continuing to play dumb as he checks the Jeep over.

He could have it fixed in a few minutes, but honestly, Stiles is right. He needs a new starter—which is funny, since that's not even what Derek had tampered with. He'd loosened the Jeep's battery connectors.

"Man, if I wasn't so attached to Roscoe, I'd love a Camaro," Stiles says.

When Derek glances over, Stiles is trailing his long fingers over the hood of Derek's car. His thoughts immediately flood with images of Stiles bent over, his face pressed against the hood as Derek fucked him hard and fast.

Derek lets out a low growl, stilling Stiles's steps.

Stiles smirks. "That should not be as hot as it is."

"What?"

"The growling." Stiles's voice comes out a little breathy. "So you're a werewolf? That wasn't just a trick of the light earlier?"

"No trick." Derek lets his eyes bleed red, loving the way Stiles's pupils dilate. The way his gaze turns hungry.

A flush rises to Stiles's cheeks, and Derek wonders what he's thinking about. Could it be about Derek's knot? About how it'd feel filling him, stretching him. Or maybe he's also having fantasies about Derek bending him over the Camaro, fucking him senseless.

They stare at each other for a little longer before Stiles lets out a nervous laugh. "Sorry. Sorry, I just—I should be mad about missing my date, but you're…really hot, and I'm just waiting for someone to jump out with a camera, telling me this is a prank or something."

Derek huffs a small laugh. "No prank. And you're right," he quickly tightens the battery connectors before slamming the hood down and re-clamping the hood latches, "it's your starter."

"Damn. Guess I should see if my date would be willing to pick me up." Stiles slides a hand into his pocket for his phone, but Derek gently grips his wrist.

"Or." Between Stiles's arousal and the flirting, Derek knows the attraction isn't one-sided.

"Or…?"

Derek nods toward the Camaro. "There's a diner a few blocks over. It's probably not as nice or fancy as wherever your date was going to take you, but they've got the best curly fries." And he knows how much Stiles loves curly fries.

"Those are my favorite," Stiles says, a pleased smile on his face.

"Really?" Derek puts his leather jacket back on. "That's good to know."

After Stiles calls for a tow, leaving his keys on the driver's seat, they get in Derek's Camaro. The scent of Stiles's arousal is still so strong that it'll be days before it fades.

It's a short drive to the diner, where Derek parks right in front. Even though it's Valentine's, it's not that busy—only a few cars in the parking lot. After turning off the engine, Derek gets out and jogs over to the passenger door, opening it for Stiles.

"Thank you."

"Of course. I might not be who you intended on having dinner with, but I'd like to make this date special."

"Date?" Stiles blushes prettily when Derek holds an arm for him to take.

Derek leads him inside. "First of many, I hope."

He'd worry about coming on too strong, but Stiles seems to like it.

They're seated quickly. Derek slides into the space across from Stiles, leaning back with one arm thrown along the back of the booth. He feels Stiles's foot tap against his own.

"Okay, since this is a date—the first of many, apparently," Stiles says with a teasing grin, "tell me something about yourself."

"Well, I'm an alpha werewolf."

Stiles's eyes trail down his torso. "Yeah, that's pretty obvious. But what about work?"

"I actually do woodworking. I own The Cranky Carver downtown."

"The Cranky Carver? You named your business…The Cranky Carver?" Stiles bites his lips between his teeth, holding back a laugh.

Derek can't help but smile. "It's an old nickname. My older sister gave it to me when we were younger and I first started learning."

"You're Derek Hale."

Definitely not a question. Honestly, Derek's not surprised that Stiles has heard of him—most of Beacon Hills would be familiar with what happened to the Hale family nearly twelve years ago. Plus, Sheriff Stilinski was there that night. Back then, he'd been a deputy, the first on the scene and the one who found Derek curled up against a nearby tree. Derek hadn't been home when the fire happened. He'd snuck out to meet some friends, but as soon as the pack bonds snapped, he shifted and ran home. His entire body froze in shock at seeing his home engulfed in flames, knowing his entire family was dead.

"I am," he whispers, thankful his voice doesn't crack. It's not that he doesn't think alphas should show emotion—but after hardening himself as he hunted for Kate, it's second nature to shove down any vulnerability so no one can find it.

Stiles reaches over, taking his hands and squeezing them gently.

Derek gives him a grateful smile, relishing in the contact, but the moment is broken when the waitress comes over to take their order.

Once she leaves, Derek tells Stiles more about his business, especially some of his favorite custom pieces: a wooden sink and bathtub, which seem to fascinate him, so Derek shows him pictures.

"Oh, man. That's so cool. I don't think I'd want a tub or sink, but it'd be awesome to have a dining set or something. I don't know. Not that I could afford it anyway," Stiles adds, leading him to talk about his job as a barista. He tells Derek about some of the funniest things that happened in the small coffee shop, one of which was a woman Stiles thought was talking to herself, only to find out she was talking to the small dog in her purse.

After their food is served, it's as if the world dissolves to just them as they continue talking about anything and everything. Werewolves, television, baseball. The few things Stiles has around his home definitely didn't prepare Derek for Stiles's woeful tale of being a long-suffering Mets fan.

All too soon, they're done eating, and Derek pays. He barely holds back his grin as Stiles slides out of the booth, pouting. It probably shouldn't be so endearing.

"Next time is my treat," Stiles says when they get outside.

Derek raises a brow but nods. It'd been his intention to spoil Stiles, to take care of him in every way, but after watching Stiles for the past couple of weeks, Derek knows that Stiles isn't some meek omega. He's not a pushover or someone who'll just sit back while others wait on him hand and foot.

No.

Stiles enjoys being in charge, even if he's allowed Derek some semblance of control this evening.

Derek unlocks the Camaro and opens the passenger side door for Stiles, helping him inside. "We're equals, Stiles."

"Good." Stiles beams at him as he sinks into the seat. "Fuck. I love your car."

His eyes flutter shut as he strokes the leather seat, and Derek can't help but imagine the light, feathery touch gliding across his skin. He slams the door shut, racing around to the driver's side. The Camaro purrs to life, sending vibrations through him. Derek doesn't miss the way Stiles shivers or the way he subtly adjusts himself, eyes latched onto Derek's arms as he pulls out of the parking lot, giving Derek directions to his house.

Derek wishes he could prolong the inevitable, but ten minutes later, the familiar exterior of Stiles's house comes into view, and Derek pulls into the driveway.

"I'll walk you up," he says, turning off the engine. Just as he did at the diner, he gets out and opens Stiles's door.

Stiles smirks. "Such a gentleman."

If you only knew, Derek thinks, placing a hand on Stiles's back as he walks with him up the short path to his front door. It's probably far too forward, but he crowds Stiles against the door. "I really want to kiss you right now."

Stiles licks his bottom lip, glancing from Derek's eyes to his mouth.

"Yes," he breathes out after a moment.

As soon as their lips touch, Stiles sucks in a breath—just a little gasp that goes straight to Derek's cock.

Derek cups the back of Stiles's head to deepen the kiss—he never knew a kiss could be this hot. So consuming. Stiles kisses like he's starving, his breathing erratic and shallow as he ruts against Derek's leg.

But the first time he has Stiles won't be like this, so Derek reluctantly pulls away, making Stiles whimper.

Derek presses their foreheads together. "Gimme your number. I'll call you."

Stiles nods, holding his phone out. "Put your number in and text yourself right away."

So Derek does. And after making sure that Stiles gets inside safely, he walks back to his Camaro, fingers pressed to his lips, marveling at how something as simple as a kiss could be so powerful. He'd wanted to devour Stiles. 

Next time.

-

Steam billows around Derek as he wraps a towel around his waist after stepping out of the shower. His phone pings twice from the bedroom, so he pads across the room to check his notifications.

There's a message from Stiles on the home screen.

Stiles: Been practicing some latte art. Wanna see?

Derek opens the message and stares at the picture Stiles sent. It kind of looks like Slimer from the Ghostbusters movies.

'Stiles,' Derek types out. Even though Stiles can't see him, he bites his lip and heaves a dramatic sigh, 'I hate to be the one to tell you this. I mean, this hurts me more to say than for you to hear.'

He grins, already imagining Stiles's response, which—

Ping ping ping.

Three notifications pop up in quick succession.

Stiles: You can tell me anything

Stiles: You know that

Stiles: What is it?

Dear God, Derek hasn't smiled this much in a long, long time. His face hurts as he sends off his reply, 'You have zero artistic talent,' and barks out a laugh as soon as the middle finger emoji pops up on his screen.

-

'Do you really volunteer at the local cat rescue?' Stiles asks, his voice tinny as it comes through the speaker on Derek's phone.

Derek smiles as he details the edges of his latest piece with sandpaper. It seems someone's been looking into him. "Yes, I do. How'd you know that?"

'I told my dad about you.'

Derek's not really surprised since Stiles and his dad are close.

Stiles's name is called, and he says, 'One sec.' Then his voice comes through the line muffled. 'Yeah? I've got five more minutes.' There are a few seconds of silence before he speaks again. 'Okay, I'm back. Sorry.'

"It's not a problem. Is everything okay?"

'Yeah. Quinn was just wondering when my break was done. But anyway, back to my dad. He may have mentioned a few things about you when I told him we were dating.'

Derek loves how that sounds. Dating. And it's also not a surprise that the sheriff would know about him, considering Derek's work with the community. He's been called in a time or two to assist with search parties when hikers would get lost in the preserve.

"Good things, I hope," Derek responds as he walks to the sink to wash his hands.

'Wouldn't you like to know?' And Derek can damn near hear the smirk in Stiles's voice.

-

The doorbell rings as Derek sets the rolls on the counter next to the pot roast, mashed potatoes, and about a million other side dishes.

Stiles is here.

It's been nearly a week—five torturous days—since their not-so-impromptu date, since dropping Stiles off and kissing him. But, unfortunately, work's been busy. Not exactly a surprise, considering how much work he put off following Stiles around. The text messages and phone calls have helped, though. Especially when they made plans for Stiles to come over after his shift for dinner and a movie.

And, of course, Derek still went to his house every night. It's not as if he can help himself now that they're together. Stiles occupies his thoughts day and night, taking a dangerous hold on him.

Derek places the oven mitts back in the drawer, using the moment to calm himself. But he also doesn't want to keep Stiles waiting, so after a deep breath, he walks over to the front door and opens it, smiling when he sees Stiles standing on the porch.

"Hey."

"Hey, yourself." Stiles leans in, giving him a quick kiss. "Something smells good."

"I could say the same about you," Derek says, leading him to the kitchen and closing the door.

"You didn't have to do all this." A small smile plays on Stiles's lips as he looks at the veritable feast Derek prepared.

"I wanted to." Derek shrugs and smiles back, pressing up against him. He settles his hands on Stiles's waist before burying his nose in the crook of Stiles's neck and inhaling. Stiles always smells so good. "I missed you."

Stiles hums contentedly, leaning back into Derek's embrace. "I missed you too," he breathes. "But I'm here now."

It'll be hard to let him leave once their night is over, but soon Derek will mark, mate, and claim Stiles as his. Soon he'll be able to keep Stiles forever.

"How about a quick tour before dinner," Derek says, taking Stiles's hand. When he had his childhood home rebuilt, he made a few changes to the original layout. Rather than closed-off spaces for each room, he opted for an open floor layout.

Besides the kitchen, dining, and living rooms on the main level, there's also an office and a bathroom. The laundry room is just off the kitchen, along with stairs leading to the second level.

Upstairs, he shows Stiles the bedrooms and bathrooms, leaving his own for last. It's the largest room, with a king-sized bed against the far wall, two nightstands on either side and a chest at the foot of his bed for extra blankets. Not that he needs them, but Stiles might. Humans get cold so easily.

"It's really beautiful," Stiles says, running his fingers across the smooth wood of the dresser.

"I'm glad you like it." Derek pulls Stiles into his arms. "I made it all myself."

Stiles looks up at him, a soft smile on his lips. "It's amazing. You're very talented."

Derek leans in, pressing a gentle kiss against Stiles's lips.

The small touch should be insignificant, but it's like an electric shock traveling down his spine, straight to his cock, quickly turning into something more. Something urgent and desperate.

Stiles's heart races against his chest, but then Derek hears it. A quiet grumble.

Stiles's stomach.

Derek pulls away, chuckling as he brushes his thumbs over the deep flush spreading across Stiles's cheeks.

"We can finish this later," he says, giving Stiles one last squeeze. "For now, let's eat."

Once they're back in the kitchen, he grabs a couple of plates from the cabinet.

Stiles takes the one Derek hands him. "Are you expecting more people?"

"I…may have gone overboard," he admits. Besides the pot roast, mashed potatoes, and rolls, Derek made steamed vegetables, roasted asparagus, apple coleslaw, cheesy hashbrown casserole, and creamy green beans with bacon bits.

"It all looks amazing."

Derek smiles when Stiles puts a little of everything on his plate, doing the same with his own. He grabs a couple of beers—Stiles's favorite, of course—from the fridge before moving to the living room and settling on the couch.

As they eat, they talk about work and Stiles fills him in on an asshole customer he had just before closing.

Derek stamps down the need to find and hurt them for being a dick to Stiles. Or 'douche canoe,' as Stiles calls him. Derek's not typically so violent, but when it comes to Stiles, he gets so protective that all he wants to do is punch something. Or someone, in this case.

"Hey." Stiles pokes him in the side, effectively pulling him from his thoughts. "It's okay," he says, placing a hand over Derek's heart. "Nothing I haven't dealt with before."

Derek nods, taking a deep breath before leaning in and kissing him.

"Thank you," Stiles murmurs against his lips.

"For what?" he whispers, smiling as his heart fills with warmth.

"For caring enough to want to do something. But I'm just venting."

"I will always care." Derek draws him closer. "No matter what."

"I know."

Derek hums in satisfaction, his heart swelling, knowing that soon, very soon, he'll make Stiles his.

"Are you done eating?" Derek asks.

Stiles looks at the mostly empty plate in his hands. "Yeah. I think so. Though I feel bad because there's so much left. Have you thought about…I don't know, growing your pack? Bringing in some betas?"

Derek sets their plates on the coffee table and turns, facing Stiles as he throws an arm across the armrest. "I have. I'm just not sure…" He sighs. "I was never meant to be the alpha. It should have been my sister, Laura."

"I remember her. I think she babysat me once."

"Probably." Derek chuckles at the memory of Laura making plans to have a business, like something out of The Babysitter's Club. She used to read the books to him and Cora all the time. "She always stole my art supplies to make her fliers."

"I know a couple of people who are looking for a pack. They contacted Scott, but he doesn't really want a large pack. He's got Isaac and says that's enough."

"Yeah? I could talk to them."

"Their names are Erica Reyes and Vernon Boyd, but he just goes by Boyd. I'll get their numbers from Scott."

"Sounds good."

"But for now, how about that movie?" Stiles says, already grabbing the remote.

Derek smiles at his soon-to-be mate. "Sounds perfect."

He pulls Stiles close before grabbing the throw blanket from the back of the couch and tucking them both in. He rests his arm around Stiles's shoulders as Stiles leans against him, laying his head on Derek's chest.

If Derek thought watching a movie with Stiles would be no big deal, he's quickly dissuaded from that notion as Stiles reacts aloud to the plot unfolding on the screen. He mutters under his breath, sighs in frustration, and chuckles with glee. In no time, Stiles becomes Derek's source of entertainment rather than the television.

Once the movie ends, they clean up, Stiles insisting on washing the dishes while Derek wipes down the counters. Though it's completely mundane and domestic, the air is charged with electricity. Derek can practically feel Stiles's eyes on him, studying his face. The intensity of his gaze makes Derek warm in places he wasn't entirely aware existed.

Stiles turns the water off, wiping his hands on the dish towel before leaning against the counter.

"Derek," Stiles breathes out.

"Derek," he commands.

"Der—"

Derek drops the rag and crushes their mouths together in a bruising kiss. All he can think about is how perfectly Stiles fits against him. Tangling his fingers in Stiles's hair, Derek lays teasing nips and bites along his neck and shoulder, earning an encouraging moan from Stiles. His nostrils flare as Stiles's scent grows spicy with arousal.

He slides his hands down Stiles's back, gripping his ass and lifting. Stiles quickly complies, wrapping his long legs around Derek's waist, rolling his hips for friction as Derek walks them back to the living room.

"Fuck!" Stiles cries out, inadvertently baring his neck for Derek.

Derek's gums tingle with the familiar pressure of his fangs dropping.

"Stiles," he slurs, nipping gently at the crook of Stiles's neck as he presses him into the couch. Their bodies mold together, creating a dangerous cyclone of fire and ice.

Derek trails a hand down Stiles's sides, but then Stiles grabs his wrist, stilling him.

"I want to be on top."

"Oh, yeah?"

Stiles nods, slowly rocking his hips, grinding his hard, swollen cock against Derek's abs. "Got a problem with that?"

Derek growls, his hands curling into fists so he doesn't just hold Stiles down and take what he wants. The image of Stiles over him, taking control, is delectable. "No."

And with a strength he didn't know Stiles possessed, Derek was suddenly on his back with Stiles straddling his waist, smirking down at him. "Good. Now take off your shirt."

Derek complies easily—willingly and eagerly. As soon as his shirt is off, he impatiently tugs on Stiles's shirt, sliding it up and over his head, letting out a pleased rumble-purr when all that smooth, soft skin is displayed.

It's quiet, save for their panting breaths as they stare at each other for a moment. Stiles is a solid weight against him, and it feels so fucking good. Derek's cock somehow gets even harder, especially when Stiles cards his fingers through Derek's hair, tugging his head back.

Stiles nips and sucks at his neck, making Derek's cock throb. He's never had an omega take charge like this—would never allow himself to be this vulnerable—and he's surprised by how much he likes it. Though it might be because it's Stiles.

Derek can't stop touching him now that Stiles is in his arms. He runs his hands over Stiles's chest and stomach, over his back, down to the swell of his ass. There's a damp spot on the back of Stiles's pants, and Derek groans, squeezing his ass. "So wet for me."

"Fuck." Stiles rocks against him, and then it's a flurry of limbs as they get the rest of their clothes off. "Yes."

Stiles rises to his knees. There's a red flush from his cheeks down to his hard cock. He ever so slowly brushes his fingers over Derek's cheek and neck, down his arm to his hip, until he finally—finally—wraps those long fingers around Derek's cock.

Derek bucks up into his fist as Stiles swipes his thumb over the tip. It feels good, too good.

When Stiles speaks, his voice comes out strained and gravelly. "I've wanted to touch you for so long."

"Do it." Derek's entire body vibrates with need. "Whatever you want."

When Stiles finally moves, aligning their cocks and wrapping his hands around them, Derek shivers.

"I love that you let me do this." Stiles's words are punctuated by a roll of his hips.

"For you," Derek pulls Stiles in by the back of his neck, kissing him hard as Stiles jerks them off, "Anything." He throws his head back, unable to think when the pressure teeters on the edge of pleasure-pain.

"I wanna suck you off so bad," Stiles says with a moan.

It's hard to breathe, especially when Stiles leans over, his tongue flickering over Derek's nipples, lapping at one and then the other.

Derek's hips buck as he fucks into Stiles's fist. Ridiculous sounds rise from his throat, escaping in the form of whimpers and moans that would be downright embarrassing if Stiles weren't making the same sounds.

His muscles are coiled tight, needing release, until it finally crashes over him like a wave cresting the shore.

A moment later, Stiles followers him over the edge, shouting Derek's name. His head's thrown back, mouth gaped open in apparent ecstasy, but he keeps stroking. Stroking, stroking, stroking until neither has anything left and their muscles stop convulsing.

"Fuck," Stiles says, slumping forward, smearing the sticky mess between them.

Once Derek gets his breathing under control, he quickly realizes that Stiles is asleep, evident by the dead weight over him. His even breathing and drool are another clue.

Derek chuckles as he reaches for his shirt, using it to clean them up as best he can before gathering Stiles in his arms and carrying him up to his bedroom. Stiles doesn't stir as Derek carefully lays him in the middle of the bed, or when Derek presses up against him, pulling the covers over them.

So Derek lies there for a moment, watching Stiles's chest rise and fall—his own chest constricting with emotion. Then he presses his lips to the back of Stiles's head, murmuring, "I love you."

He smiles and closes his eyes, reveling in the feeling of happiness that Stiles brings to him. His chest swells with joy at just being near him, and for the first time in a long time, Derek actually feels content.

As he drifts off to sleep, he can't help but be grateful for this moment with Stiles.

-

It's late afternoon when Derek's phone rings.

Stiles.

Did he somehow figure out Derek's surprise? Derek didn't want to go so long between seeing Stiles since those five days last week had been excruciatingly slow, so he's bringing Stiles lunch. He purposefully parked down the street so Stiles wouldn't see his Camaro.

As he rounds the corner, he answers his phone with a smile. "Hey, baby. Didn't expect to hear from you—"

'Why are people dicks?'

It's not the first time that Stiles has complained about customers, but something in his tone suggests this is more, so Derek doesn't interrupt.

'I mean, listen, like take the hint, y'know? If someone says, 'hey, sorry about our date, but no, I wouldn't like to reschedule,' maybe don't keep hounding them about another one.'

"What." Derek stops in his tracks. The plastic bag with Stiles's lunch digs into his palms with how tightly he grips the handles.

'Remember the night we met? I was supposed to go out with this guy named Theo.'

Of course, Derek remembers. It was that date that finally spurred him into action. "Has he been bothering you?"

'He texted and called a few times. I thought he got the hint, but then he showed up here.'

"Why didn't you tell me?" Derek asks, his voice strained with the effort not to shift. All he wants to do is track this Theo down and rip his throat out.

Stiles sighs. 'Because it's not a big deal. I can handle it.'

Derek nods even though Stiles can't see him. "I know you can."

'Good. Anyway, after seeing him, I just wanted to hear your voice.'

As much as Derek wants to turn around, get in his car, and find Theo to smash his face in, Stiles needs him right now. "Well…what if I told you I had a surprise for you?"

'A surprise?' The smile is clear in Stiles's tone. 'It wouldn't happen to be like the surprises I've been finding on my doorstep lately, wouldn't it?'

"Did you not like them?" A pang of hurt lances through Derek at the thought of Stiles not accepting his courting gifts. Stiles knows about werewolves, so he should understand the gesture's significance.

'I didn't say that. I love them, and I accept, by the way. You're courting me, right?'

"Yes. I know it's a bit outdated and more traditional, but—"

'But nothing. I didn't mean to make you think I didn't appreciate them. I do. I just wanted to tell you that I won't have anymore room in my freezer after the buck you left this morning.'

Freezer?

Is Stiles saving his gifts? Usually, people accept them but then donate the meat.

'Also,' Stiles continues, 'I'm pretty sure I'm the butcher's favorite new client. He cut me a deal when he picked the buck up this morning. Said I was very lucky to have such a strong alpha.'

"Butcher?" Derek asks dumbly, still in awe that Stiles not only accepts but keeps the gifts.

'Well, yeah, of course. That's what it's for, right? To show you can provide for me? I'm not going to waste anything. Plus, the venison is good for my dad. You don't mind that I share with him, do you? I like to make sure he eats healthy.'

"No, no, of course not." And now that he knows, Derek will be sure to hunt even more. Though he'll definitely have to talk to Stiles about paying for the butcher, since it's supposed to be a gift. Derek peels himself away from the brick wall and hurries to the entrance of Brewed Awakening.

The chime from the door echoes through the phone, and Derek can hear Stiles suck in a breath. 'You're here?'

Two seconds later, he comes out from the back, launching himself at Derek, who catches him easily.

"Surprise?"

And from the look of awe on Stiles's face, it's a great surprise.

-

It doesn't take much digging to find Theo Raeken, a lone beta who recently returned to Beacon Hills. Derek found his address quickly and drove over, breaking in—as one does. A smarter man probably would have staked him out for a day or two, but knowing that Theo's been harassing Stiles, his mate, makes Derek's blood boil. So he sits and waits.

An hour later, a key turns in the lock, and as soon as Theo walks through the door, Derek beta-shifts, snarling in Theo's face as he slams him against the wall. "Stiles Stilinski. That name ring any bells?"

Theo's eyes round at the edges slightly, enough to reveal recognition, though he tries to play it off. "Never heard of—"

"Here's the thing about liars," Derek cuts in, slamming him against the wall again. "I really don't fucking like them. They make me twitchy. I don't think you want me getting twitchy right now, do you?" He tightens his fingers on Theo's neck, his claws seconds away from piercing skin.

Theo's lips tighten into a hard line. "Hey, he's the one that came onto me. Batting his fucking lashes and then he just fucking ghosted—"

"Do I need to remind you how I feel about liars?" Derek asks, grinning when Theo snarls in irritation. The unbridled anger pulsating through him is relentless—unstoppable. "You stay away from him, understand? No more texts or phone calls, and no more dropping by the coffee shop. If you so much as breathe in his direction again, I will come after you."

Theo narrows his eyes, glaring at him. He opens his mouth as if he wants to speak.

Stupid bastard.

"Don't. Make me. Repeat myself," Derek warns, his voice lowering to convey just how serious he is. "I know where you eat, sleep, and shit, and I will not hesitate to kill you next time."

Derek has to bite back the grin from the look on Theo's paling face.

"Yeah, okay. Fine."

"Glad we could come to an understanding." After a second, Derek finally lets him go, smoothing out Theo's shirt before seeing himself out.

-

Last month during the full moon, Derek spent the night shifted outside Stiles's house—the impulse to be close to his mate was too strong to fight. Usually, he runs through the woods behind his house, mourning the loss of his pack.

Thanks to Stiles, though, that will change soon.

He talked to Boyd and Erica last week and has plans to meet up with them soon, so by the next full moon, he might have two betas running alongside him. As for tonight—

The sky is clear, and the moon is full and bright as it hangs above them, filtering through the trees, casting shadows over Stiles's face as he stares at it, taking in its beauty.

"Thank you," Derek whispers. He knows Stiles could literally do anything else tonight—like stay home, wrapped up in the cozy Minky Couture blanket Derek got for him. But instead, Stiles walks beside him, fighting March's sharp, crisp chill threatening to pierce his skin if he wasn't wearing a coat, hat, and gloves at Derek's insistence. Stiles put his foot down when Derek looped a scarf around his neck.

Stiles takes his hand, lacing their fingers together. "For what?"

"Being here. With me." As the breeze rustles the leaves, Derek can't help but smile. "I'll make you some hot cocoa when we get home."

Stiles grins and nods. "Deal."

Derek loves how easily Stiles has started seeing his house as home. The past two weeks have been incredible. Stiles stays over more often than not, and Derek even spent the night at Stiles's house a couple of times. The only times they don't see each other are when they're working or when Stiles hangs out with his friends or visits his dad—though Derek's usually parked down the street.

"So is this all you do during full moons?" Stiles asks, spinning around to face him. "Walk around the preserve?"

"Usually, I shift and run. It's the best way to burn off all the excess energy. When I was younger, my family would have a big dinner before running together. It'll be nice to do that again."

Stiles nods. "You know you can shift if you want."

"Do you want me to?"

"I'd like to see it."

Derek nods, reaching behind his head and pulling his shirt off. Stiles folds it as Derek finishes undressing. Then the magic happens. The air ripples around him, his muscles and bones shifting and contorting as black fur sprouts along his skin.

Stiles's eyes widen in fascination as Derek stands before him, a hulking black wolf.

"Wow." Stiles cards his fingers through Derek's fur. "So soft."

Derek bumps his head against Stiles's stomach, leaning into his touch. Nice. Good. Mate.

Everything is so much simpler like this. No worries or stress. Derek's only instinct right now is to hunt. Hunt for his mate.

So he does.

Through the trees he goes, a large buck catching his eye, but he remembers what Stiles said. That he has no room in his freezer. So as much as it pains him not to hunt down the biggest buck, Derek finds something else.

It's not too long before he comes across a small creature no bigger than a cat. His shift to predator is automatic as he crouches to the ground, tracking its movements. Its fur is deep brown, almost black, in the forest's darkness. There are five toes on each paw that Derek will have to watch for, knowing it could have retractable claws.

After a couple of minutes, Derek springs forward, pouncing on it. He bites down on its neck, giving it a few sharp shakes until it stops moving.

Thank you for your sacrifice, he thinks before returning to Stiles, gift in hand.

He drops the small creature at Stiles's feet, awaiting his reaction.

Stiles hugs him tightly, burying his face in Derek's fur. After a few moments, he pulls away. "Thank you."

Derek licks his face, making him laugh.

"Alright, alright," Stiles smiles as he pushes Derek back. His scent is sweet, radiating happiness. "How about we save the kissing until you shift back."

Derek stretches, rolling his neck as he shifts, body contorting until he's kneeling in front of Stiles. "So it's okay if I kiss you now?"

Stiles snorts. "Did you seriously just shift back so you could kiss me?"

"Yes." Of course, he did.

"You're a dork. You just had a…whatever that is in your mouth." Stiles gestures to the creature next to them. "You've gotta brush your teeth. And use mouthwash."

"Then let's go home." Derek wraps his arms around Stiles's waist and stands.

"Fucker!" Stiles snaps, banging his fists against Derek's back. Derek would be concerned, but there's laughter in his voice. "I'm not a sack of potatoes, y'know!"

Derek slaps his ass in response, growling when Stiles's scent turns spicy with arousal.

Oh.

Derek does it again, making Stiles cry out. He rubs his cheek against Stiles's ass, inhaling.

"You're already so slick," he slurs around his fangs, rubbing his fingers along the seam of Stiles's pants.

Derek keeps teasing him, eliciting little whimpers and breathy moans that sound like angels singing.

Stiles lets out a whine that goes straight to Derek's cock. "Fuck me. God, I want you to fuck me. Please."

"Yeah? Thought I had to brush my teeth." Derek punctuates his statement by biting the swell of Stiles's ass.

"I don't care. I want it. I want you."

Derek sets Stiles down and growls, "Run."

"What?"

"If I catch you, I fuck you," Derek says, flashing his eyes. "So…run."

Eyes widening, Stiles nods before he catapults into action and runs.

Derek gives him a thirty-second head start. It's not much time, but he can't wait any longer. It doesn't take him long to find Stiles, considering his scent is so strong right now. They'll definitely have to explore this more. Was the spanking getting him so worked up or Derek chasing him?

Fire licks at his insides, igniting his entire being as he hears Stiles suck in a breath and hold it, likely to listen for Derek.

Derek gives him a sense of safety for several seconds before stepping forward—twigs and leaves crunching under his feet.

Stiles swears, turning on his heel. But he hasn't run off yet. Instead, he calls out a taunt, "I'm not gonna make this easy for you, asshole," before breaking into a sprint.

Stiles's words elicit a hunger that claws its way from Derek's throat straight to his cock.

Derek imagines that Stiles's chest is tight as he works to calm his erratic heartbeat while taking deep, long breaths.

The wind rustles the leaves on the ground, stirring up dirt and debris, drawing out goosebumps across Derek's skin as he waits in anticipation.

Stiles's heart thumps wildly as Derek takes one step, then two.

Derek catches the moment Stiles notices him, his eyes widening.

Stiles turns and runs, pumping his legs and arms as fast as they can, but he's still too slow for Derek.

Ten long strides is all it takes before Derek catches up to him, reaching out and wrapping his arms around Stiles's waist to draw him back.

Stiles struggles against his hold, fighting to get away.

It only makes Derek's cock harder. He chuckles, his breath fanning over the shell of Stiles's ear. "You can't escape me, Stiles."

"Are you gonna fuck me now?" Stiles asks, his pupils blown, voice dripping with lust.

"That was the deal."

"But what if someone finds us? Sees us?"

"Do you think they'd watch?" Derek asks, spinning Stiles in his arms and pinning him to the ground. "Do you think they'd enjoy the sight of your naked body on display? Maybe they'd get off on seeing your ass, so slick for me. Or the pretty flush on your chest when you come. I think they'd even enjoy watching your eyes roll to the back of your head when my cock fills you so fully that you can't fit any more of me inside you."

Stiles gasps. His heart beats faster, but the scent of his arousal never wavers. Derek can even smell the fresh slick dampening his pants.

"You'd be okay with other people seeing me naked?" Stiles challenges breathlessly.

Never.

"I'd let them watch. I'd let them watch me claim you as mine and own every inch of your body. They'd watch my cock fill your hole and then watch you cry because of how hard you came. And then I'd fucking kill them."

Stiles gasps, his breath stuttering, but he doesn't try to escape. "You're psychotic."

Derek trails a hand down Stiles's stomach to his pants. He grins when Stiles groans and his cock jumps. "I have a feeling you love it."

Stiles groans again, rolling his hips and pushing his cock into Derek's palm.

"So beautiful," Derek murmurs, his lips ghosting along Stiles's shoulder to his neck, only pausing on the spot right below Stiles's ear.

"One day, I'm going to claim you. Right here," he says, right before his teeth clamp down.

Stiles arches into him, moaning. He grips Derek's shoulders, holding him close as if he's scared Derek will leave him there.

Doesn't he know by now that Derek will never leave him?

That Derek will never let him go?

Severe shivers wrack Stiles's body when Derek licks a wet trail down to the juncture of his neck. The way his body responds is more potent than a drug.

Derek bites down again, pulling an animalistic sound out of Stiles that's music to his ears. So he does it again, over and over, leaving a trail of bruises down Stiles's neck and across his shoulder.

Mine mine mine.

Stiles blinks up at him, his eyes bright and pleasure-dazed.

"Do you know what these mean?" Derek asks, mouth ghosting along the bite marks.

Stiles shudders beneath his touch.

"They mean I own you. That you're mine."

And then Stiles rears up.

At first, Derek thinks Stiles is going to kiss him, but instead, Stiles mouths at his neck and bites him.

Hard.

Derek growls. His cock throbs, and all he wants to do is bury himself in the tight heat of Stiles's body.

"You're mine too," Stiles breathes into his ear when he lets go. "Mine, Derek. Do you understand?"

Derek nods, staring at Stiles in awe, his brain short-circuiting for a second on the fact that Stiles bit him—practically claimed him.

Perfect, Derek thinks. So perfect.

"I look at you and I want to destroy you," Derek admits, his words slurred around his fangs. "You should run from me. Leave while I have the willpower to let you go. I'm not safe for you. I want to break you."

"I want you to, Derek." There's no hitch in Stiles's breath; his heartbeat remains steady. "I want you to own me. Mark me. I want to feel it tomorrow. I want you to do your worst because I'll like it. I will. Fuck me, Derek. Fuck me hard."

Derek watches as Stiles reaches between them, his fingers deftly undoing his pants. Derek might be the predator, but Stiles can bring him to his knees. "I'm yours. Only yours."

Stiles's clothes fall in tatters when Derek rips them away. He'd apologize, but Stiles spreads his legs and bites his bottom lip, looking like debauchery and sin.

Derek can't decide which is better—the way Stiles looks splayed out beneath him or the way Stiles feels as Derek enters him with his fingers.

The groan Stiles lets out as Derek stretches his hole, getting him ready, is so sensual and so full of need that it spurs him on—faster, deeper, and way past the point of wanting to get inside him.

With his eyes closed and lips parted, Stiles is the sexiest bit of sin Derek had ever had the pleasure of fucking, and he's going to commit every second of tonight to memory.

The scent of Stiles's slick hangs heavy in the air, his cries of pleasure echoing through the trees.

As much as Derek would love to bury his face in Stiles's ass, he's too impatient. Too keyed up. Needs to be in him. Now.

Stiles clenches around his fingers, and he doesn't have to say anything more. Derek removes his fingers but takes his time lining up, teasing Stiles's hole before finally—finally—sliding into him, watching every little emotion cross Stiles's face as he takes Derek inch by inch.

Derek shudders at the intense pressure and pleasure that almost makes him lose control.

Cries of pleasure echo through the trees as Derek starts out slow and forceful. Short, harsh thrusts, then dragging himself out at a torturous pace before slamming inside Stiles again.

"You feel so fucking good," he murmurs, mouthing at Stiles's neck. The pleasure is blinding.

"Everything, Derek. Gimme everything."

Stiles's eyes roll to the back of his head as Derek readjusts their position, sliding each arm under his knees and hiking them up until Stiles is damn near bent in half.

Stiles lets out a loud moan at the new angle, his legs shaking as Derek nails his prostate.

"Oh my God," Stiles cries out, fingers digging into Derek's shoulder. His eyes shine bright with unshed tears. "Fuck! Yes! Right there! Fuck fuck fuck!"

Stiles's pupils are practically blown, barely any hint of amber to be seen as he reaches for his cock.

Derek growls, shoving his face into the crook of Stiles's neck, fighting the urge to bite him as his knot swells. Euphoria consumes him, wrapping Derek so tightly in its clutches that all five senses are lost to it.

When he finally shakes out of his orgasm-induced stupor, Stiles chuckles.

"Welcome back," he says, trailing his fingers down Derek's back.

Derek sits up, making Stiles moan when his knot tugs at his rim. "Sorry."

"S'okay." Stiles hums, closing his eyes. "Sleepy."

It really shouldn't surprise Derek at this point, considering Stiles always passes out after he orgasms. "Go ahead and sleep."

Stiles blinks one eye open. "Here?"

"My knot isn't going down anytime soon," Derek points out. "Might as well get comfortable."

"It, uh," Stiles arches his back, reaching beneath him and pulling out a twig. "It's a little hard to get comfortable with twigs digging into my back."

Derek wraps his arms around Stiles, lifting him up and flipping them so Derek's on the bottom. "Better?"

"For me, yes. But this just means you're uncomfortable now."

Derek shrugs. "It's fine. I'm pretty used to sleeping in the preserve." He runs his fingers through Stiles's hair. "Sleep."

Stiles closes his eyes and draws circles on Derek's chest with his finger. "Just for a little bit."

But as usual, he's out within seconds.

Derek kisses the top of his head and, as soon as his knot goes down, carries Stiles back to his house.

-

The club is dark, lit only by black lights and a flashing strobe. The air is hot. Humid. It reeks of cheap beer and even cheaper cologne and perfume, thanks to the gyrating bodies next to him on the dance floor. The skunky scents seep through his clothes and into his pores.

Derek would much rather be home. He's not the most social person, but he can't deny how much less pressure it is getting to know Erica and Boyd in a setting like this. Here, he doesn't have to talk. Here, Stiles acts as a buffer, smiling and laughing with them. Dancing. Having fun. Which is good because if Derek's going to be their alpha, they should also like and accept Stiles as his mate.

With the way they smile and gravitate toward him, Derek doesn't think that'll be an issue.

Derek leans in as Stiles grinds against him, his hair plastered to his forehead as sweat drips down his beautiful face. He has to yell over the too-loud music. "Are you having fun?"

Stiles gives him a megawatt smile that rivals the sun. "Hell yeah!"

His arms go above his head as he shimmies and shakes his hips. He's somehow offbeat as he matches the obnoxious music thumping through the speakers.

Derek chuckles, amused and enthralled. He grabs Stiles's waist, pulling him in closer. Heat radiates off his body. His movements, hypnotic.

Stiles grins, their noses nearly touching. Teasing. But just as Derek thinks Stiles is about to kiss him, he pulls away. "I'm going to get a drink!"

Derek stares after him, only turning away when Erica laughs, throwing her head back on Boyd's shoulder as he dances behind her.

"What?" Derek asks, raising a brow.

"You're so whipped."

Derek would be offended if it weren't for the pleased smile on her cherry-red lips. Besides, Stiles is unlike any omega Derek's ever encountered, and he loves it. Loves knowing that Stiles wants him just as much as he wants Stiles.

Instead of denying it, he flashes Erica a satisfied smirk. "Damn right."

After a few seconds, he looks around the club, spotting Stiles by the bar. It's crowded, and he stands off to the side, clearly waiting for an opening to get the bartender's attention. Derek hates that Stiles feels he has to do that. Hates that he can't just get what he needs without being overlooked.

Without hesitation, Derek strides away, pushing his way through the throng to get to his mate.

He's almost to Stiles, can practically feel his gaze through the people waiting at the bar when there's a tap on his shoulder. He turns, one brow raised at the stranger—an omega with stubble and messy hair.

"My friend and I were wondering if you'd buy us a drink," the stranger asks with a sly smirk, gesturing to another omega just behind him.

Derek gives them a tight smile and shakes his head. Just as he opens his mouth to reject the offer, Stiles is there. His face is red, anger rolling off of him in waves.

"He's mine!" Stiles yells, eyes narrowed on the omegas.

Derek's never seen him like this before, so jealous. Sure, there have been moments where he's possessive and dominating—hell, Derek's neck would be riddled with hickeys if he didn't heal so fast.

But this? This is new and takes Derek's breath away.

The omegas look scared, their eyes wide, especially when Erica and Boyd appear at Stiles's side, arms crossed. Their menacing glares broker no argument that they'd be willing to fight for Stiles no matter the consequences. The one who approached Derek apologizes before they hurry away.

Stiles turns to Derek and smiles. Though it's not a smug, happy grin. No, this smile is damn near feral with the wild expression on Stiles's face.

"You're all mine, Derek. You have no idea how long I waited—" Stiles huffs out a breath, running his fingers through his hair, tugging on the ends. "They can't take you from me."

Derek grabs his hands to stop him from pulling his hair out. To assure Stiles that no one is taking him from Stiles, but before he can say anything, Stiles drags him back to the dance floor, his drink obviously forgotten.

Erica and Boyd follow, but keep their distance as they dance. They must realize this is a time for Derek and Stiles alone. Something that Derek appreciates.

"You're mine, right?" There's a hint of insecurity in Stiles's voice.

Derek nods, cradling Stiles's face. "Yes, I am."

"Good," he breathes, finally relaxing under Derek's grip. His hands roam Derek's body, the heat of the night escalating to an almost boiling point.

Derek's never felt this need before. "You're mine, too. I love you."

Maybe it's too soon to say it, but Derek doesn't worry when Stiles grins.

"I love you, too," he says, eyes twinkling under the strobe lights as he tugs Derek down, kissing him. There's nothing innocent about the kiss. It's fierce and demanding. Between the slow glide of their tongues and the heat emanating off Stiles's body, Derek wants so much more.

Instead of continuing to stand under the haze of strobe lights, Derek loops an arm around Stiles's waist, searching for privacy.

"We'll be back," he calls out to Erica and Boyd so they don't worry.

Boyd nods, glancing toward a hall off to the side.

Derek takes the hint, leading Stiles off the dance floor.

Stiles nibbles on his earlobe. "What are we doing?"

"You'll see," Derek says.

The hall leads to the bathrooms, but there's a door at the end. Derek pushes it open, the heat of the club replaced by a mild spring breeze.

He grins, turning to Stiles as he steps out into the alley. It's dark and narrow, just big enough for the two of them. Without another word, Derek pulls Stiles close, their mouths crushing together as the door clicks shut behind them.

Stiles presses Derek back against the brick wall, hands tugging at Derek's shirt. "I wanna suck you off."

Derek can't help it. He laughs, the sound low and gratified as he pulls out his cock. "Anything you want. Always."

Stiles drops to his knees, licking his lips before sucking on the head of Derek's cock, and it feels so good.

Derek leans back against the brick, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he lets out a long, drawn-out groan. It feels unreal. He draws in a steady breath, sliding his hand through Stiles's hair. "You look so good like this. On your knees for me."

Stiles moans around his cock, the vibrations sending ripples of pleasure through him.

When Stiles pulls off his cock, Derek damn near whimpers, but then Stiles says, "Fuck my mouth," before sucking Derek deep again—so deep Derek's sure his cock hits the back of Stiles's throat.

Derek tightens his fingers in Stiles's hair, and Stiles widens his lips and relaxes his shoulders, giving Derek the best blowjob he's ever received.

God, Derek wants to kill anyone and everyone Stiles has ever been with while also thanking them for whatever part they had in making Stiles so good at this.

Derek rolls his hips, rhythm speeding up, and Stiles grips his ass, urging him on—his face practically buried in the coarse hair at the base of Derek's cock.

"Christ," Derek grunts, dropping his head back against the brick wall and pumping in and out of the most talented mouth he's ever been inside.

But it's not enough.

He glances down at where Stiles's cheeks are hollowed and his lips are stretched taut around his cock. It's better than any fantasy.

Reluctantly, he pulls out, and Derek's rock-hard cock throbs in protest.

Stiles's molten gaze finds Derek's, his cheeks flushed with desire.

Derek grabs a handful of Stiles's shirt, urging him to his feet, and then Stiles is up, pulling Derek into his body before either can think beyond getting their hands on the other.

"More." Stiles demands, and a bossy Stiles is Derek's favorite.

Derek sucks on his ear as he unbuttons and unzips Stiles's pants, sliding them down below his ass. "Turn around."

"Yes. God, yes," Stiles says as he complies, thrusting his ass back as he plants his hands on the wall.

With one hand, Derek pries his cheeks apart, groaning at the sight of his slick hole.

Stiles, impatient as ever, pushes back against him. "Don't fucking tease me. I need you in me. Now."

Just for that, Derek fucks him slowly with one finger until he whines.

Then two.

Stiles's breath catches, his moans getting more and more impatient, and if Derek doesn't fuck him soon, he's sure Stiles will take things into his own hands. So, finally—because it really is pure, unabashed torture not to be inside him—Derek shoves his own jeans down and lines himself up.

"Ready?" he asks, teasing Stiles's hole with the head of his cock.

Stiles groans, his fingertips white from where he's gripping the brick wall. "God, Derek. I want you to fuck me until I can't walk anymore."

With one sharp thrust, Derek pushes inside him. Balls deep, his muscles tense, and he stays flush against Stiles. "You feel so good. Always so good."

That second is all he gives himself before biting down on Stiles's neck, knowing the slight sting of pain turns Stiles on. Sure enough, Stiles lets out a lewd moan. It's loud and desperate and utterly carnal. Anyone walking by will know exactly what's happening in the alley.

Derek doesn't go slow, drawing out the breathy little pants and quiet moans that go straight to his cock. Instead, it's a vicious punch and pull of his hips that make them both curse unintelligibly. And Stiles is just as forceful and greedy as him—hips snapping back to meet every thrust.

"Harder. Please. Pleasepleaseplease. Give it to me."

Derek plants a hand on the wall by Stiles's head and grabs his waist with the other, drilling into him over and over at a relentless pace, letting the sublime feeling of ecstasy take him over.

Stiles shouts Derek's name, his hole clenching as the scent of his release fills the air.

It takes everything for Derek not to pop a knot, so he pulls out and spins Stiles around. His cheeks are flushed, his eyes bright and pleasure-dazed as he drops to his knees and opens his mouth.

Derek fists a hand in Stiles's hair, tugging his head back before fucking Stiles's mouth again in hard, fast, and shallow strokes. It doesn't take long before his orgasm slams into him. "Fuck. Fuck!"

Stiles swallows every drop, moaning before he licks his lips and rests his head on Derek's thigh, trying to catch his breath. "Goddamn."

Derek pets the top of Stiles's head, tucking himself back in with his other hand. After a few minutes, he says, "C'mon, baby. Let's get back inside."

Stiles nods as he gets up, Derek helping him fix his clothes. "I wanna dance some more."

And so they do, lost in the chaos and the moment where nothing else matters but them.

-

Derek carries the last box inside, setting it down on the dining room table. Erica and Boyd moved in two weeks ago, and now his pack is complete with Stiles here, too—even though Stiles has practically been living with him since that first night he stayed over.

"Was that it?" Stiles calls out from the living room, unpacking his movies.

Erica walks over, palm up as she wiggles her fingers. "Keys? We'll return the truck and grab some food on the way back."

Derek reaches into his pocket and tosses her the keys. "Be safe."

He watches as she and Boyd leave, a feeling of contentment washing over him. Despite the chaos and the mess and the noise of more people in his space, this is what he's been missing all along—having a pack, a family.

"Got anything that needs to go upstairs?" he asks Stiles, looking at all the boxes.

Stiles waves a hand toward the boxes near the stairs. "They should be labeled. Bedroom, bathroom, books."

"Your books can go in my office with the others if you want."

"That sounds good." Stiles holds up some of his treasured Funko pops. "What about these guys?"

Derek walks over to where Stiles sits on the floor, his legs crossed as he digs through boxes. "Wherever you want, baby."

"What if I wanted to display them over there?" Stiles gestures to the entertainment center.

"This is your house. If that's where you want them, then that's where they'll go." Derek leans down and brushes his lips over Stiles's forehead. "You don't need my permission."

Stiles smiles, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I know. I just like hearing you say it."

"Brat."

"Maybe," Stiles says with a cheeky grin, "but you like it."

Yes. Yes, he does. Derek steals a kiss. "I'm going to take some things upstairs."

"Okay. Don't worry about unpacking them. I want to do it."

"Alright." Derek grabs a stack of boxes and carries them to his room. Their room. Because Stiles is officially moved in now.

He chuckles as he sets the boxes on the chest, opening the one on top. The word Closet is scrawled in black Sharpie across the top, so Derek lifts it to take it into the walk-in closet, but the bottom falls out. A couple pairs of shoes, door hooks, some hangers, and a leather-bound book land on the floor.

He sets the box on the bed, picks up the book—a journal of some sort—and flips it in his hands, reveling in the buttery soft leather under his fingertips.

A smile breaks across Derek's face as he trails his fingers over the inscription on the cover.

Mieczysław Stilinski.

A leather cord is wrapped around the journal, holding it closed. Derek strokes his fingers over it, smiling softly. He should put it down. Leave it on the bed and walk away, but as he turns to leave, his eyes linger on the journal.

Slowly, almost reverently, Derek undoes the cord and opens it.

A picture falls out, and his gaze lands on Stiles's familiar scrawl on the back.

'You are an obsession, I am your possession.'

Derek frowns, flipping it back over. It's a picture of him in his workshop, his brow furrowed as he staples packaging foam to the top of a custom cat house he made for the shelter in late December.

Before Derek even knew who Stiles was.

He opens the journal again, landing on a page that's torn and crinkled as if Stiles tried to rip it out but changed his mind. Derek smooths the page out and reads:

January 26th

Patience has never been my strong suit, but I know the payout will be so sweet. It'll be worth it because he's worth it. I just know it.

But waiting. Waiting, waiting, and more waiting!

What's taking him so long?

Why hasn't he come yet?

Patience may be a virtue, but my stomach churns as I sit. As I wait. As I hope. As I try to remember that the longer I wait, the sweeter the reward will be.

That he'll come for me. Finally.

Derek quickly flips back to the beginning of the journal, going through and reading the random scribbles and notes that Stiles wrote. Complaining about customers, hanging out with his friends and dad, and then about Derek. When Stiles first saw him around town. Following him.

Stiles's handwriting gets messier the more he talks about wanting Derek. Needing him. How he purposefully put himself in Derek's way to catch his attention and then orchestrating their meeting when he noticed Derek finally taking an interest in him.

Derek's chest tightens as he realizes Stiles has been in love with him longer than he ever thought.

Stiles. His Stiles did all this—went to such lengths to capture Derek's interest. To make Derek want him.

Derek snaps the journal closed, overwhelmed by his emotions. It's a silly, silly thing to be so touched by. But he is, and he can't help it.

He puts the picture back in the journal and gently closes it, pressing a kiss to its cover. His lips linger for a moment before carefully tying the cord around it, preserving the little piece of Stiles he now holds.

God, could anyone be more perfect for him?

"Derek?"

At the sound of Stiles's voice, Derek looks up.

Stiles stands in the doorway, playing with the hem of his shirt—his bottom lip pulled between his teeth, his expression wary. "Wh-what are you doing with that?"

Derek offers him a gentle smile as he walks over and holds the journal out. "It fell out when I was moving the boxes."

Stiles takes it with a shaky hand, his eyes wide in surprise. "Oh. I…" He takes a deep breath and looks away. "I didn't mean for you to see that."

Derek steps closer and cups Stiles's face in his hands, forcing him to look up. His voice is low and husky, all of his emotions bubbling to the surface. "Marry me."

Stiles pulls back, eyes wide and mouth agape. His searching gaze finds Derek's, and Derek can see the silent thoughts written all over his face.

"Are you serious?" Stiles's voice is barely above a whisper.

"I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Stiles." Derek trails kisses along Stiles's jaw, grazing his teeth along Stiles's neck, nipping lightly at the spot he wants to put his mating bite. He can already picture how it'll look—bright red on Stiles's creamy skin, a strong and healthy bond. "I love you. I knew you were mine from the moment I saw you in that club."

Stiles blushes. "I didn't think you'd seen me that night."

"I did. And I tried to stay away."

"I know," Stiles says, annoyance creeping into his voice. "Do you know how much that sucked? How long I waited? I waited and wai—"

Derek cuts him off with a kiss. The kiss is gentle and sweet, filled with all Derek's love for him. "You don't have to wait anymore. I'm yours. Always."

Stiles looks at him with so much love and adoration that Derek can't help but smile.

"So…is that a yes?" Derek asks.

"Yes." Stiles nods, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears, and his lips spread in a wide, genuine smile. "Yes. I'll marry you."

Derek grins, gathering Stiles in his arms and spinning him around. Then, he sets Stiles down and kisses him again.

Stiles was right—it was worth the wait. Every single second of it.

#sterek #sterek fic #sterek fanart #holy shit i wrote something

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7 fics with 100k+ words (Teen Wolf)

I don't make a habit of reading longer fics because I get migraines and once I'm invested I can't bring myself to put them down. even if you're like me and don't read long fics, i encourage you to give these a try if they interest you. these are the longest ones I have bookmarked and I hope you enjoy them as much as I have ❤️

read tags. some fics may contain sensitive content. check pairings, ones included on this list might not be your cup of tea.

1. Don't Savage The Messenger by exclamation

(Sterek, Explicit, Graphic Depictions of Violence, 172,379 words)

There is an uneasy truce between the werewolves in the woods and the humans who live in Beacon Hills, protected by a magical boundary that gives warning any time a werewolf crosses it. Then the sheriff is taken by the werewolves and his son offers himself in exchange.

Stiles promises to serve the werewolf pack, not knowing what horrible use they might have for him. But it turns out his most useful skill is the ability to cross the boundary line between humans and werewolves. Life with the werewolves is nothing like he feared and the werewolves themselves are nothing like the hunters' stories would have him believe.

2. Bodies Can Be Bought But the Heart Cannot Be Owned; Only Given Freely by kyrene

(Sterek, Explicit, Underage and Rape/Non-con, 102,965 words)

In a world where the human race is enslaved by the werewolf race, Derek Hale struggles to recover from the damage caused to his teenage self by the human, Kate Argent. More to the point, he doesn't believe that slavery is right. But each werewolf gets a personal slave when they become an adult and he's long overdue.

The moment he sets eyes on the filthy, naked slave in the corner of the packed warehouse, Derek knows he has to bring him home. But can he ever gets Stiles, who has never known a kind owner before, to trust that he's finally found a safe place?

3. My, What Big Shoulders You Have (The Better to Help You Carry the Weight) by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

(Sterek, Mature, No Archive Warnings Apply, 285,568 words)

“Talia was just telling me an interesting story,” his dad informed him. Stiles didn’t have the nerve to glance over at him, because he knew no matter how much he argued, the proof was all there. The wolves had found him, Parrish had picked him up on the side of the road, he had a fucking picture on his phone. He was screwed. No point in arguing, all it’d do is piss his father off even more.

“You don’t say,” Stiles offered slowly. “What uh—you know, I like stories. Is it a uh, good one?”

“It seems to be a matter of opinion,” Talia said with another kind smile. “I hear you had quite the night last night.”

Okay, time to cut his losses. He was already fucked, all he could do was apologize and hope she didn’t press for him to get fined and arrested. Given he was her husband’s friend’s son, he had high hopes.

“I’m really sorry,” Stiles blurted out. “It was stupid and-and irresponsible and just—I am so sorry. I shouldn’t have crossed into your territory. I should’ve known better, I do know better! It was a complete lapse in judgement and I am just—I am so sorry.”

4. Where the Real Beasts Are by kaistrex (weishen)

(Sterek, Explicit, Graphic Depictions of Violence, 109,100)

Crown Prince Stiles is gifted a direwolf on his eighteenth birthday by King Gerard I of Venatia. The only instruction? Never remove the collar.

Stiles never has been one to do as he’s told.

5. But I Know (a love like this will end in tragedy) by LadySlytherin

(Steter, Explicit, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, 175,687 words)

What happens when you combine outstanding medical bills with a werecoyote ex-something-or-other, who doesn't understand boundaries?

In Stiles' case, the answer is: Peter Hale as a sugar daddy.

Stiles knew doing this with Peter was probably a bad idea. He knew it wouldn't be easy. He knew his friends wouldn't understand. Stiles also knew he was going to do it anyway.

6. What the Hell Is This, Baywatch? by Jenetica

(Melissa McCall/Stiles Stilinski, Explicit, Graphic Depictions of Violence and Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, 101,913 words)

The summer Melissa expected: A happy reunion with Scott after his junior year of college, a slight uptick in work at the hospital, and a generally quiet couple of months.

The summer Melissa did not expect: A strangely tolerable friendship with Lydia Martin, a hellish bout of supernatural antics, and Stiles Stilinski turning into a hot lifeguard who’s decided he wants to spend his summer giving her some kind of sex-fueled conniption.

Guess which one she gets.

7. Divided Loyalties by LennaNightrunner

(Stackson, Explicit, Underage, 154,031 words)

Jackson returns home after a month spent in London trying (and failing) to start the next phase of his life there. Knowing now from experience that he’d be a fool to try to make it as a werewolf on his own, he asks Derek to take him in as a beta. Derek agrees on the condition that Jackson will do as he’s told. Jackson hopes that, despite the mess left in the wake of the Kanima, he might be able to repair his life in Beacon Hills. Of course, things haven’t really been going the way Jackson has hoped lately...

#sterek fic recs #sterek fics #sterek #steter fic rec #steter #stackson #teen wolf fic

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Teen Wolf 1x12

Ah, yes, Chris honking at Scott instead of aiming a weapon at him is totally in character. We shall honk to warn this creature off, despite the fact that we’ve been stalking him for eleven episodes.

Lol, Peter just walks off like Stiles will do exactly as he’s told. Please don’t have Stiles do exactly as he’s told. Have him text Jackson and Danny to track down Scott’s cell and then tell Scott about it.

See? The woods are like two steps away from the school and it would have been a lot harder for the police and Argent’s to track Derek in the woods than on the streets in that one episode.

Allison’s reaction after Scott runs is approximately forty seconds long, some slow motion, mostly in close up with one long shot.

Scott’s reaction is approximately forty seconds long, some slow motion, mostly in long shot with one close up that almost immediately dollies back to a long shot.

And the one close up is on the scream instead of the sobbing.

Why do they keep making these choices to de-emphasize Scott’s pain/anguish/trauma? Like, it’s weird, right? It’s not just me?

Like, from the beginning they’ve been telling this story about how being treated like a monster doesn’t make you one. Pretty much every character, with the exceptions of Allison, Melissa, and Deaton have treated Scott like a monster, a pawn, a tool, a thing to be used. Some to more extent than others, but even Stiles has treated Scott like that on several occasions.

And the story seems to be trying to show us at every turn how Scott refuses to be used. Refuses at every turn to cast aside his humanity and descend into a mindless, angry thing that the Hales want him to be and the Argents expect him to be. The storyline, the dialogue, the acting all support this. But half the time the shots don’t, and it’s driving me nuts, honestly.

Does Jackson actually care about Lydia now too? My headcanon where he got empathic bleed from Scott is holding up, I see.

Oh. Menstruation jokes about a teenage girl from a grown man is definitely not gross and creepy and demeaning. I guess that’s one characterization they haven’t screwed up yet.

Okay, so, 1) it’s interesting that Chris recognized what Kate was doing but didn’t stop it, 2) it’s interesting that Kate was the one to volunteer to come instead of Chris bringing her in like I thought, and 3) Chris, buddy. You fucking chose to try to run Scott over and have him turn in front of your daughter, Kate wasn’t even there. Take ownership of your own fucking actions, my dude.

Lol, Kate, you’re usually a better liar than that. ALSO, I still haven’t heard how the school janitor was connected so until we do he’s an innocent victim.

And now we also know that Kate’s actions with the fire either weren’t sanctioned by Chris - most likely - or weren’t sanctioned within the hunting community at all. I’m still trying to figure out the hierarchy of the hunters, and how big the family/network is.

Now that Allison is in the know maybe we’ll learn more, but even with two born werewolves we’ve learned shit about that culture so I’m not holding my breath.

It makes no sense that he’s sending Kate with Allison unless he just wants Kate out of the way. Mrs. Argent would seem like a better choice in several respects, not the least of which she hasn’t been going behind Chris’ back with Allison already. Also, bro, Kate ain’t exactly the comforting type and your kid needs comfort right now.

Okay, so her mother clearly isn’t the comforting type either. Are we saying that Allison get her compassion from Chris? Oh boy.

They keep mentioning the ‘moral code’ they have, but not giving us details. I mean, it’s apparent that Kate doesn’t follow it, and clearly others are willing to bend it. But even the “good” ones like Chris still try to rile up werewolves into going past a specific line in the sand.

Hunters are just a bunch of cops, huh? No accountability, protect their own over anyone else, instigate werewolves to violence so that they can feel justified in killing them.

So I guess he did steal Jennifer’s car. Still doesn’t make sense how he and Derek got to the school before Stiles when they presumably left at least ten minutes after him, but whatever. Also, did Derek kill the nurse when he hit her in the face? There was definitely a lot of blood. And this now makes (at least) two people not associated with the fire that got murdered.

Scott going to the vet is a good fucking call and he should have done it sooner. He should, perhaps, actually call Deaton though because he’s like the only one who’s been both compassionate enough and capable enough to help you.

So, like, Allison doesn’t know who to believe, and I get that. Her family says they love her, but they’ve been lying to her. Scott says he loves her but he’s been lying to her. It’s hard to figure out who to trust.

Out of curiosity, though. How is Scott able to get past the Mountain Ash? Is it just because he’s got a key to the back, and never goes out the front? Did it only get added after Deaton was kidnapped by Derek or maybe it only works on Alphas? So many questions!

Hey, look, we actually got close up on Scott’s grief that actually lasted about the same amount of time as someone else’s! It can be done!

Well, I see the family resemblance between Derek and Peter now.

Oh. Hey. A cop being shitty? Weird. Like, fuck, dude, Jackson’s a goddamn asshole, but a) you don’t know anything about that, b) he’s a fucking minor, and c) you have no idea what the fuck happened or how traumatized he might have been. And, like, none of the other cops with him are pulling him back? Jesus Christ.

Aside from how it makes sense cause cops are just generally shitty, why the fuck would he act like that about two kids we’ve never really seen him interact with? Either he’s got something against Jackson or he’s weirdly protective over Lydia and both of those options creep me out a little.

No, no, don’t bother apologizing to the kid you manhandled for no reason.

“Only the responsible ones,” Peter says, ignoring the dead body literally underneath where Stiles is typing. And the janitor. Can’t forget that guy.

Stiles trying to protect Scott is nice, if futile.

Scott gets his terrible security protocols from his mother. But at least his was passively bad, while hers was actively bad. I still can’t believe she just let Jackson use her computer like that.

Also, his is not, you know, illegal criminally or civilly with criminal consequences that could include termination, up to $50,000 in fines, and a prison sentence.

I’m sorry, but did this fucking show give us a guy who not only knows about werewolves but feels totally secure standing up to one and subsequently getting the werewolf to stand down, which our main character witnessed, and then not have the main character, like, go to him for help? Just have him go there for refuge?

I DO NOT UNDERSTAND, GIVE ME DEATON.

Oh, hey. Scott howling again. I hope this time works better than last time. I can kind of understand why this was not his first choice of things to try given his previous experience.

But, uh, are you telling me Peter didn’t hear that and won’t also come running? Or that Peter didn’t think to try that instead of the whole phone thing? Or, like, now that apparently Derek is his beta, Peter can’t track him that way like he’s basically done to Scott during this whole show?

I feel like the phone thing was put in there specifically as a way to make Stiles useful. Especially since we haven’t seen this skill set from him before.

FYI, that longitude/latitude puts you in Antarctica.

Lol, so we specifically made a comment about how the service might not work in a parking garage and popped out the mifi, but we’re totally able to bypass that same issue to get the gps coordinates from a phone that’s underground. Sure, Jan.

Okay, so at least Peter did hear the howl. And you know what? I’ll accept that Scott outsmarted him because he’s done it several times already. The weird part is that you’d think Peter would be the one more in touch with the werewolf instinct and Scott would be the one more apt to use technology, but we’re getting the reverse.

If I had any faith in these folks, I’d have to wonder if that was on purpose. Like, has modern werewolf culture lost itself to the violence and lost all connection to its proto culture? Not all werewolf myths cast them as monstrous and bad, particularly Irish and Scottish folklore have them as helpful protectors. Scott McCall.

Ummm, why is Allison at the hospital? Did she hear Jackson’s voicemail and insist on coming? Did Kate just dump her somewhere and then she heard what happened to Lydia?

I actually really like the super quick flashes of the bloody room and Lydia writhing. That was very effective.

Okay, so Kate’s using this to manipulate Allison some more. Gotcha. Chris, you’re dumb for letting her be under Kate’s influence some more.

Stiles, why would you even ask that?

Oh. Okay. So we’re good with biting people of color and women and turning them without asking, but you’re gonna ask the white kid if he wants it. Why do I, once again, feel like that’s social commentary that they didn’t actually intend to make, but is so spot on it’s painful?

Also, is this the first episode where they’ve explained that the bite doesn’t always take, and that it’s not due to the intent of the one biting, but the biology (?) of the one being bitten?

That still doesn’t explain why Peter didn’t bite more people when Scott balked. Peter clearly doesn’t mind sacrificing people when convenient.

Peter is really much better at manipulation than Derek was. He and Kate are cut from the same cloth.

Part of me thinks that Stiles was lying because we’ve seen him be envious of Scott. The other part of me knows that Peter’s a lying liar who lies and no one should ever trust him.

The stark fucking difference between how the Sheriff treated Jackson versus how he’s treating Stiles.

I feel like that phone battery would have died by now. I have zero memory of how good phone batteries were 13 years ago though.

Wait, did this fucking bozo not hear Derek roaring? Dumbass.

Why does the lighting on the walls of this place always look like the light is reflecting off water but there’s no sound of water when they walk. I noticed it in the last episode too. Very distracting.

Why the fuck did Stiles bring up Derek? First of all, he knows his dad knows that because he got his dad drunk and his dad told him he knows that. Second, unless he’s planning on confessing everything and getting the police to roll up to Derek’s place, then saying that right now is incredibly dumb.

Holy shit! They did it to someone other than Scott this time! Made him look dumb so that someone else could have a snappy comeback! Why is this thing that these writers do? I mean, other than them being bad at their jobs.

I honestly can’t remember, does Stiles know that Allison got the necklace from her aunt? Also, like, he doesn’t even describe it, but Stiles somehow puts it together, lol.

“You really want to talk about this right now?” Says the guy who has, of course, been super forthcoming with Scott about werewolves this whole time. Who literally didn’t just switch sides to help Peter in a way that left Scott traumatized and writhing half naked on a locker room floor. This guy who has totally never made Scott’s life actively worse or hurt him almost every single time they met.

Yeah, Fuckface, he wants to talk about this now and with good reason.

Derek’s practically his own movie theater with how much he’s projecting on all these kids.

Btw, I am taking this as confirmation that Derek had, in fact, switched sides and was not actually playing along to still try to stop Peter. Which means that he’s a trash fire of a human being who has currently done only two good things. Possibly ever.

Weren’t there just police all over the hospital? I feel like someone should maybe notice a group of armed men terrorizing two high school kids after what happened to Lydia. 

Scott’s sad little, “Just say you’ll help and I’ll unlock your other…” is so funny because, like, even if Derek said it Scott was resigned to the fact that he wouldn’t be telling the truth, but would unlock him anyway.

Chris’ friend tried to kill him, huh? Was it because he was surrounded by people he knew wanted to kill him? Was it because he was hurt and in pain and just needed to learn how to control it? Like, I feel like there were other ways you could have handled that, Chris. If all you’ve got is a gun, every problem looks like a target, I guess.

I don’t buy that Kate and Allison got there before Peter. He’s there somewhere. 

Why didn’t they shoot the flashbulb one first? It’s unnecessarily cruel, which is Kate’s M.O. but it still feels weird that Allison would go along with it.

Thank you, I guess for at least saying that Allison wasn’t willing to go along with killing. But, like, she knows Derek was being tortured. What did she think was going to happen if they did just capture Scott?

Lol. Okay, sure. Kate and Allison and Chris all got there before Peter.

“I did what I was told to do.”

Huh. I’m going to be real with you, I assumed that Kate would bust out with her warped views on why they need to die and that’s it’s a good thing and they’re just animals. I wasn’t expecting someone pulling her strings. I mean, I guess she could be lying, but why?

It makes way more sense that Chris is a naive idiot, honestly, than to think there wasn’t corruption in the hunters, they’re cops.

Lol, Chris, you fucking shot that same kid three months ago with no proof he’d spilled human blood. Bud, leg to stand on? You ain’t really got one.

Although good to know at least part of their code.

Wait, are these bullets even wolfsbane? Will normal bullets even kill werewolves? Derek was basically fisted through his chest and survived, so I guess I assumed they were more lethal than regular bullets.

We hunt those who hunt us. Well that’s definitely not the truth. Not if they were there the when Laura Hale died because she was the first victim and clearly a werewolf. 

Peter did you have to succumb to the drama of the creaking door? Really? You couldn’t have just quietly launched yourself at Kate and dragged her off before anyone could get off a shot?

Also, where the fuck are Chris’ men who were at the hospital with them? Why did Chris not call for backup en route since apparently Stiles gave him the location. Sloppy work.

I understand that you’ve loved her your whole life Allison, but you just found out that she killed a bunch of innocent people including children and she almost killed the boy you said you loved right in front of you. I feel like running after her is the wrong choice.

Perhaps checking on your father or grabbing back the weapon you lost are better first choices.

You know what? I’m fine with that. Kate dying in that house by Peter’s hand works for me.

I am shocked, shocked to find that gambling is going on here.

The shaky cam, the low light, and the fact that all three of them are wearing black leather jackets is not helping me figure out what’s happening in this fight.

Like, I don’t want to be reductionist and go for the simple metaphors, but for symmetry Scott should be in the red hoodie, Derek should only be wearing his light gray/dirty white shirt to show how he’s nominally fighting the good fight here even if he’s still not a good guy, and Peter should be in dark or colors indistinguishable from black.

Or they could have just used some more damn lighting, that’s an option too, I guess.

Well, I guess the cgi werewolf will theoretically make it a little easier to tell who’s who.

Hey, Stiles and Jackson. Good of you guys to show up. What kept you?

Wow, the practical effects for the Alpha are jarringly better than the cgi. Should’ve gone with as many practical effects as possible. Which is honestly so true for most things.

Oh. I guess they stopped by the chemistry room first. Lol.

Well. This is actually a very good strategy, Stiles. I can’t imagine anyone would react well to being lit on fire, but Peter’s going to react worse than most. Out of idle curiosity, why did you only make two?

I feel like, keep shooting is also an option here?

Look, Allison, girl. I get that you understandably believe Scott was telling the truth now, but, uh. If I were Scott I’d push you away until we could talk shit over because you totally let your aunt almost kill me in cold blood.

I get it’s a teen show, which means kissing instead of talking, but still. Not really appropriate after you watched your aunt get murdered and all y’all tried to burn a man to death.

“Because I love you,” is a bad answer.

How about because both you and my family lied to me and I didn’t know who to trust, so I trusted them because they’re my family and I’ve only known you for three months. But Kate showed that my trust in her was misplaced, and you showed that my trust in you wasn’t, and I’m sorry I almost got you killed.

Oh. Hey, Peter wasn’t all the way dead. We were all just letting him suffer and possibly heal up then? That’s a choice, I guess.

Now, big question time. Is Derek going to let Scott try to kill Peter to see if it will actually reverse the change or is he going to take his revenge for Peter killing Laura and screw Scott over forever?  Hmmm, based on almost all of Derek’s previous behavior, I’m stumped.

I wonder if the Argent’s knew about that possible cure. I wonder if a hunter getting turned and killing their Alpha is how they found out that it was a possibility in the first place. Or maybe a hunter started it as a rumor to try to get betas to kill their Alphas.

This just in, Derek Hale remains a garbage fire of a human being. This is my shocked face.

The Sheriff just out here touching evidence with his bare hands.

I love how in the episode where they specifically say that you either turn or die from the bite that immediately gets disproven. Hey, quick question: does anyone actually know anything about werewolves? Maybe that’s why we’re not getting any details. None of the writers fucking know anything either.

Ugh, Jackson’s back again. If Derek turns him, he’ll be the stupidest goddamn man alive. Which means he’s going to.

Any bets that Jackson being turned will somehow make him more scared than less?

Aaaand we’ve got more hunters coming. Is it like a tribunal because the Argent’s fucked up? Is it the person pulling Kate’s strings, who knows!

Okay, so, here’s the thing. The story structure is killing me here. Too much is happening after the climax. We didn’t need the Sheriff finding Kate, that should’ve been cut. It gave us no knew information and that storyline was wrapped up again with the newspaper article like 30 seconds later.

We didn’t actually need to find out about Lydia not being a werewolf and possibly being something else. There was already a cliffhanger about her, we didn’t need to resolve that cliffhanger only to immediately have a new one but with less tension.

This should have ended with just the Jackson & Derek scene to theoretically wrap up that storyline, and the Argent scene - which gave us new information - transitioning to Scott and Allison cuddling under the moon - which is the resolution.

Season One Thoughts

This is a story about not becoming a monster. Kate was monstrous because she was ‘just following orders.’ Peter and Derek and even Jackson to an extent were monstrous because they let their pain selfishly consume them and then took it out on everyone else. Chris is perhaps the least monstrous because while he clearly refused to see what was in front of him for years, when there was nothing else to see but the truth, he did step up. Scott is, of course, the monster who refused to be monstrous.

I think Scott is a refreshing character. He’s a lead of color in a teen show, which is incredibly rare. He’s a teenager who does dumb teenager things and makes mistakes, but tries so hard to do the right thing. He’s stubborn and kind, and those are shown as both strengths and weaknesses, which I like. He clearly takes after his mother a whole bunch, and they have a sweet relationship.

I thought Allison and Stiles were good, complex characters, but there were certainly some iffy fucking characterizations choices for Stiles at the beginning of the season and some iffy fucking mischaracterizations with Allison at the end.

And finally, with my whole chest, DEATON IS MY FAVORITE. I want to know literally everything about him and I hope so very much that he gets a chance to be the mentor that Scott deserves.

#teen wolf #scott mccall #allison argent #derek hale #episode reaction #stiles stilinski #jackson whittemore #lydia martin #chris argent #alan deaton #peter hale #1x12 #kate argent

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The Lost Child - Chapter 32 // Teen Wolf x Marvel AU

Summary: Y/N Stark was taken from her family when she was three years old. It's fifteen years later and her family believes she is dead. Then how is she living in Beacon Hills?

Warnings: Language, Mentions of Death/Injury/Grief/Torture, Mentions of Past Grooming, Possible Grammar Mistakes (please let me know if there is anything else)

Pairings: Derek Hale x Reader, Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes, Bruce Banner x Natasha Romanoff, Vision x Wanda Maximoff, & More To Come

Previous Pairings: Tony Stark x Pepper Potts, Scott McCall x Allison Argent

Words: 4.6k

Note: I'm sorry this is so late. I've had zero motivation to do anything for months now but I'm trying to get back into everything. To everyone who messaged me, thank you for checking up on me and I'm sorry I didn't respond!

Additional Note: While this is a Teen Wolf x Marvel AU, not everything is true to the shows/movies/comics. I had to change things for the story. This also loosely follows Teen Wolf Season 4.

One Last Note: Y/N was adopted by Tony Stark and Pepper Potts. I did this so more people can see themselves in this story.

***I do not own Teen Wolf or Marvel or any related characters. This is a work of fanfiction and is meant for entertainment only.***

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“What the fuck?” Y/N stares at Kate in anger and confusion.

Kate smirks back at Y/N and leans against the doorframe, “We haven’t seen each other in months. I see the two love birds have moved in together.”

“Why are you here?” Scott moves to stand beside Derek. He glances down at the wolf before training his eyes back on Kate.

“Well, I had an interesting phone call with my dad the other day. He was telling me about how my information was right. He told me that the Stilinski daughter was really the lost Stark daughter.” Kate pushes herself off the doorframe and takes a few steps into the loft. “The first time I saw you I knew you looked familiar. It wasn’t until our last meeting that I started to do a little digging. I always wondered where you got some of your power from and it didn’t take me long to find out who you really are.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t tell Hydra yourself,” Y/N rolls her eyes.

“I know all about Hydra. I knew that there was no way that a few tricks with shadows was all you can do. I wasn’t about to be there when you found out what you are truly capable of.”

“I’d be more than happy to show you now.”

“I almost forgot how funny you are.”

“Why wait?” Stiles asks. “If you knew that she was even more powerful, why did you wait until she had it under control?”

Kate scoffs, “It’s been what, like a day? I’m sure if I piss her off enough she’ll kill all of you for me.”

“I think you’d be surprised. I mean I’ve somehow been able to control the urge to kill you for a few years now.” Y/N smirks at her.

“You still haven’t explained why you’re here.” Scott points out. “You’re stupid but you’re not stupid enough to attack us right now. You’re outnumbered.”

“Leave. Now.” Everyone whips their head around to see Derek staring at Kate with a murderous glare. He now stands naked in the place he was a wolf moments before.

Kate lets out a low whistle as she looks Derek up and down, “You’ve grown since the last time I saw you like this. You’re…bigger.”

“Wasn’t he a child the last time you saw him like this?” Y/N takes a step in front of Derek to block him from Kate’s view.

“He was old enough to make his own decisions. I didn’t force him to do anything he didn’t want to do.”

“He was still a child.”

“You will never let this go, will you? I was just coming to see how you’re doing and to let you know that you might look yourself up online. Hell, you might want to look outside your window.” Kate winks before walking out of the loft and shutting the door behind her.

“Should one of us follow her?” Stiles questions. He looks at the others before quickly shutting his eyes after they land on Derek, “Dude, put some clothes on!”

Derek rolls his eyes and grabs a blanket off the couch, wrapping it around his waist, “Happy?”

“We will come back to how you went from recovering in bed to a wolf and I know I’m going to regret this, but should we look out the window? Or probably we should look off the balcony if we want to see anything.” Y/N points towards the large window with a questioning look.

“Why do you think she wants us to?” Scott asks.

“I don’t know but we might as well do it. It’s not like we have anything else to do.” Y/N murmurs before walking towards the balcony door. She opens the door and walks out onto the balcony as the others follow.

They slowly look over the balcony to see a large group of people gathered on the sidewalk outside of the apartment building. Some of them are older people who are holding large cameras and the rest appear to be teenagers and college students. They seem to be waiting for someone.

“I’m so confused,” Scott mumbles.

“Well, she also said to look you up online so let’s do that,” Stiles pulls his phone out of his pocket and looks up Y/N Stilinski. His face visibly falls as he scrolls and clicks deeper into his online search.

“What is it?” Y/N asks.

Stiles sighs and looks up at Y/N, “Everyone knows.”

“Everyone knows what?”

“Everyone knows that you’re Y/N Stark.”

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“Tony!”

Tony sighs as he hears someone call for him. He decides to ignore them as he doesn’t want to talk about Y/N anymore. He doesn’t want to think about the situation they are in right now. He just wants to stay in bed for a week and then go talk to Y/N and figure out what’s going to happen next.

“Tony!”

Tony groans before slowly getting out of bed. He grabs the robe thrown across the chair near his bed and slips it on as he makes his way downstairs. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, he turns to see the rest of the Avengers gathered in the living room. Some of them look angry while others look worried. The TV is quietly playing some gossip channel. “What?”

“See for yourself.” Bruce turns up the volume on the tv.

“Sources tell us she had no idea of her true identity but the real question is how did she end up in Beacon Hills? It was only a few years ago that the discovery of her supposed death rocked the Avengers. The official report was that her remains were discovered and identified in a secret Hydra facility. Now, thanks to a leaked report, we have DNA test results that prove that Y/N Stilinski is actually Y/N Stark. We will keep you upda–” Bruce turns the tv off.

“Wh…How?” Tony stutters as he stares at the tv in disbelief. DNA test? Leaked report? Sources? They just found out who she was a few days ago. How do other people know? Did someone sell her out or did someone sell them out?

“It’s not just that, it’s also all over every social media platform there is,” Peter states, not looking up from his phone from his spot on the floor.

“Her identity has been leaked and most of what people are saying isn’t even true. Some people are claiming that the Sheriff has ties with Hydra and that’s why he’s had her this whole time. Some are saying that he’s actually a relative and we sent her to live with him and faked the whole kidnapping thing because we were ‘falling off’ and needed more attention on us.” Natasha lets out an annoyed huff as she scrolls through more news articles on her laptop.

“People on Twitter have come to the conclusion that she’s not the real Y/N Stark, she’s the ‘source’ and that she’s lying to exploit money from you. I guess people have decided to completely dig into her life in every way possible and found out that the sheriff is a bit late on hospital bills for something and that’s why she needs your money. They also think she just wants attention and that she doctored these supposed DNA tests by using her hospital connections from being a nurse. Right now the hashtag ‘#Y/NSTILINSKIISALIAR’ is trending.”

“How do people even know about her in the first place?” Tony asks. He still can’t seem to wrap his head around what’s happening. They don’t really know anything about her themselves but how have people just decided that she’s using them for money?

“The first article that leaked said they received this information from a reliable source who provided pictures proving that the information they were given was true. The source told them that Y/N has been living in Beacon Hills for the last several years after she was taken from a Hydra facility. The source didn’t reveal any other information besides Y/N’s name and pictures from when she was held by Hydra.” Steve informs him.

Tony runs his hand through his hair in a stressed manner. How has something so great turned out to be such a mess? They can’t even have a moment to celebrate the fact that they found his daughter alive. They find out she’s alive but she has a whole other family, they found out Pepper was the one who gave her to Hydra, Y/N will never be the same Y/N they remember, and now the world has decided to chime in with their thoughts, opinions, and assumptions about who she is.

He wanted to until they were in a good spot before they said anything about finding her. Being the Avengers, they are used to people saying things about them or the whole viewing them in a certain way. He wanted time to prepare Y/N for the fallout of what would happen when they told the world they found her. He wanted to do it on their own terms so there wasn’t any room for assumptions.

“Now the hashtag ‘#JUSTICEFORPETER’ is trending because everyone now feels sorry for me because they think Y/N manipulated me first because someone said they saw me injured at the hospital and she’s the one who took care of me. They think that’s when she decided to pretend to be the lost Stark child.” Peter states.

“How do people come up with this stuff?” Wanda questions.

“Well since the Avengers are the people who announced to the world that they found her dead in a Hydra facility years ago, it makes sense why no one believes this.”

“Someone on YouTube apparently has already posted an hour-long conspiracy video about what they think happened,” Natasha mutters.

“People are posting their conspiracies on TikTok as well.”

“What are they saying?” Wanda asks.

Peter turns up the volume on his phone as he scoots closer to Wanda to show her the TikTok currently playing on his phone, “–hy I believe the Winter Soldier sold Y/N to Hydra and why I also believe that the sheriff works for Hydra as well.

“We all know the story of how Bucky Barnes famously became the Winter Soldier and was a major asset for Hydra. We also know how he was eventually freed from Hydra’s hold and soon became an Avenger. But what if that was all a lie? What if he was never brainwashed by Hydra? What if he actually just worked for Hydra? What if he’s still working for them?

“Out of everyone in the Avengers and out of everyone who was there the night Y/N was taken, he is the one with the biggest connection to Hydra. While the Scarlet Witch also has connections to Hydra, Barnes' connection runs a lot deeper. He knows the compound and he easily could’ve handed Y/N off to Hydra and returned back to the party before anyone could notice anything suspicious is going on.

“He also was the one who led a lot of the Hydra searches for Y/N. We all know they tore every Hydra facility they could find apart while they searched for her. With his connection to Hydra and his knowledge of them, it makes sense why he would’ve been a leader or at least a major player in these searches. We also know how several of these facilities would be completely empty when they were searched. Someone must have tipped them off. And if Y/N Stilinski really is Y/N Stark, someone on one of those searches had to say they found Y/N dead in order to get the Avengers to stop looking for her. Follow for part tw–” Peter turns off his phone and looks to where Bucky is standing.

Bucky can almost feel himself shaking from anger and sadness. Do people actually think he played a part in Y/N ending up in Hydra’s grip? He’s used to hearing things all the time about him and about his time under Hydra’s control. He’s gotten to the point where it doesn’t really affect him any more thanks to Steve and time in therapy. But this? They can say whatever they want to about him but how dare they think that he would give Y/N to Hydra. To the people who have caused him and so many others so much pain. To some of the worst people on the planet.

Bucky is so upset that he doesn’t notice Steve approaching him. Steve grabs the metal hand that is clenched tightly into a fist and lowly whispers to him, “Ignore it. That’s just one person. We knew that conspiracies were going to happen when the truth came out. Once we figure this out, everyone will know the truth.”

Bucky looks at Steve with unshed tears in his eyes, “How could they think I would ever do anything to hurt her?” The Avengers look away from Steve and Bucky as Steve whispers reassuring things to Bucky.

“They aren’t just digging into her life and our lives but the people around her as well.” Peter states. “People are posting about the death of Claudia Stilinski, her brother’s history of staying at a mental health treatment facility, and the fact that practically her boyfriend’s entire family died in a house fire years ago. Why are people doing this? We don’t even know these things!”

“It’s because we didn’t want to know these things. If we wanted to know, we could’ve found everything out about her in minutes but we decided she should be the one to tell us these things.” Bruce states.

“What do we do?” Thor looks to Tony for an answer.

“We should probably all go over to her apartment and decide what we want to do there. As much as I would love to set the record straight right now, we aren’t the only people affected by this.” Tony states.

“Who are you and what did you do with Tony?” Wanda asks.

“Should one of us call her and let her know that we are going over?” Sam asks.

“I’ll text her that we are going over. Do I need to tell her why?” Peter asks.

“She probably already knows why.”

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“What do you mean everyone knows I’m Y/N Stark?” Y/N looks at Stiles with a confused look on her face.

Stiles turns his phone around to show her the article he has pulled up on his phone. Y/N quickly snatches the phone out of his hands and starts angrily scrolling through the article titled ‘Y/N Stark Found Alive in Beacon Hills.’

“Kate must have sold you out just like she did to Hydra,” Scott mumbles as he scrolls through his own online search on his phone.

“We should go inside,” Derek states, ushering them inside the loft as he sees more people gathering outside.

“Scott, will you please go get my phone from mine and Derek’s room? I need to call dad and let him know what’s going on since people have decided to make up lies about him.” Y/N grumbles, not looking up from Stiles’ phone.

“What are they saying?” Stiles asks as Scott runs up the stairs in the loft to grab Y/N’s phone.

“Some people have decided that he secretly works for Hydra and that’s why I’ve been living with him almost my whole life. He’s apparently the person they decided I would live with because no one would ever suspect him to be harboring a stolen child. There’s also some other bullshit theories that are even dumber than that.”

“What does Kate gain from telling people who you are?” Derek questions.

“It’s probably a distraction. With us having to deal with this, it gives her time to do whatever it is she plans on doing. All eyes are on us right now as well. She wants to make sure we don’t have time to be looking at her.”

Y/N hands Stiles his phone back as Scott hands her hers. “When I grabbed your phone a text came in saying Peter and them are coming over. It didn’t say why but I’m sure they saw the news.”

“Why would Peter care?” Derek asks, confused.

“Not your uncle Peter, Avengers Peter.”

“I should probably call him and tell them not to come over. We should probably meet them where they’re staying. If they come here, it’s just going to make it worse.” Y/N quickly calls Peter to let him know to stay where he is and they will meet up with them.

After she hangs up, she plops down on the couch and continues to scroll through articles online. She huffs in frustration as she reads through another article speculating on her life. Another article wondering if she’s known this whole time who she is and if her dad is involved with a terrorist group. Another article wondering if she is ‘saying something now’ because she needs money. She had no idea that her dad still owed money to Eichen House. If she did, she would’ve helped him out.

She’s so caught up in scrolling through more articles and posts that she doesn’t notice Derek, now fully clothed, sitting down next to her. Derek nudges her a little to get her attention, “I’ve called your dad and let him know what’s going on.”

“Did you let him know that the world thinks he’s apart of a terrorist organization and that he’s brainwashed me into believing I’m someone else?”

“Stiles is currently on the phone with him explaining everything to him. I just told him that your identity had been leaked and to keep an eye out for Kate or any unusual activity.” Y/N grumbles in acknowledgment, not looking up from her phone. Derek slowly reaches over and turns off her phone before she can get more sucked in than she already is. “You shouldn’t be reading any of this.”

“How can I not?” Y/N looks at him with tears in her eyes. “Have you seen any of this? It’s not just me they’re talking about. They are talking about you as well. There was a tweet that said you probably work with Hydra as well and that you killed your family for the money. It had like 10k likes!”

“I don’t care what they think about me. I only care about what you think about me.”

“How are you so calm right now? How are you not angry?”

“After my family died, I became this boy who no one could look at anymore. If they did, it was always with looks of pity or sometimes with fear. People started coming up with their own scenarios to make the story of my family burning to death more interesting for them. Our house became a scary attraction that kids would make bets with their friends that they wouldn’t even touch the front door. No one cared about how that made me feel. They only cared about the story they preferred. It’s why I left before coming back for Laura.”

Y/N wipes away the tears that had fallen from her eyes, “What does that have to do with this? Shouldn’t this make you more angry?”

“I am angry. I’m angry that you have to go through this. I’m angry that Kate is trying to ruin my family again. I’m angry that people don’t seem to care about us and only care about the story. But, I’m more worried about you. You don’t deserve any of this and neither does your dad and whoever else they’re talking about. Right now I’d rather comfort you and then take my anger out when I rip Kate to shreds later.” Derek playfully nudges her a little as she snorts at his last sentence.

“If you keep saying things like this, people might think you have a heart.” Y/N playfully nudges him back.

“Only for you.”

They quickly turn their heads when they hear a retching sound beside them. “That was probably one of the most disgusting things I’ve ever heard.” Stiles looks at them with disgust.

“Do you have to ruin all of our moments?” Y/N rolls her eyes at her brother.

“Yes.”

“We should go before more people show up downstairs. I can hear them all talking about how the lost Stark girl lives here and how more people are on their way to catch a first glimpse.” Scott informs them.

“I can take us in the jeep. I know where we’re going and there’s enough room for Y/N to duck down in the back.”

“Why do I have to duck down in the back?” Y/N asks.

“People are outside ready to take a million pictures of you. If you duck down in the back, then they won’t get any pictures, and maybe we can get out of here without anyone noticing.”

“Fine. Let me change and then let’s go.” Y/N quickly runs upstairs and changes into some comfortable clothes before running back downstairs ready to go.

They quietly leave the apartment and make their way down to the parking garage. They quickly get into the jeep and are somehow able to leave without anyone noticing them. “That was so much easier than I thought it was going to be,” Scott mutters.

“How do they know where I live?” Y/N sits up from her crouched position in the back seat.

“You can find anything on the internet.” Stiles states.

“But everything’s in Derek’s name?”

“And people in town know who your boyfriend is and where he lives. I’m pretty sure most people know you live with him too.” Scott informs her.

“People need to get a life.” Derek mumbles.

“Your address is probably one of the least invasive things people have already dug up on you,” Stiles says, gripping the steering wheel a little longer as he speeds towards the Avenger’s cabin. “They’ve dug up mom’s death, every death that’s happened in Derek’s family, your adoption records, and more. If they’re willing to dig that up, they’re willing to dig up your address.”

They sit in silence for the rest of the car ride. All of them lost in their own thoughts.

Y/N watches as the scenery changes as they drive out of the middle of town and into the woods. Her mind is racing with a million thoughts. She just wishes her life could go back to the way it was a week ago. Back to when she was just Y/N Stilinski. She feels bad for thinking like that because she’s had time to do some research about the Avengers and she knows how hard her disappearance affected all of them.

After spending a few years on Earth searching for her, Thor eventually left and disappeared for two years. No one knows where he went or what he did. He completely disappeared. There are rumors that he drank until even his godly liver could barely take it anymore.

Bucky Barnes and Natasha Romanoff pushed themselves to the brink while trying to find her. There are rumors that all they did was channel their anger into searching for her. Other than the raid where they supposedly found her body, they both went on every mission that was involved in the search for her. No one knows why Bucky wasn’t on that raid. After her funeral, they started going on more missions. They pushed themselves until they couldn’t be pushed anymore.

Tony Stark was affected the most. His marriage fell apart, he drank a lot, he stopped focusing on the Avengers and his businesses, and he became a person no one recognized. After a few years of hurting himself and the people around him, he checked himself into rehab and got himself the help that he needed. There wasn’t much online about what exactly happened after that, but from what she was able to find, it helped him with his destructive habits but it didn’t help him with his pain.

She couldn’t find anything on the rest of the Avengers. Everyone else seemed to either keep to themselves or disappear from the public view for a while. While they all came back together at some point and became the Avengers again, it’s clear that it was never the same. It’s clear that her disappearance, and eventual ‘death’, affected them a lot.

She’s shaken from her thoughts when Stiles’ jeep comes to a halt in front of the cabin. Peter is standing on the porch waiting for them to come in.

“I’m assuming you’ve seen the news,” Stiles states looking at Peter.

“We’ve seen it all.” Peter answers. “Right now we are trying to figure out who told the press in the first place.”

“Well, you can stop your search because we already know who did it,” Scott states, following Peter inside the cabin.

“You know who leaked this?” Sam asks as they enter the living room.

“It was Kate who told them.”

“Who’s Kate?”

“She’s a hunter. She’s Gerard’s daughter.”

“She’s also Derek’s ex-girlfriend,” Stiles adds.

“I wouldn’t call her that,” Y/N mutters under her breath.

“Why wouldn’t you call her that?” Natasha questions, barely catching what Y/N said.

“Would you call a grown woman who preyed on you as a teenager after your first love died and then burned your entire family alive in a house fire your ex-girlfriend?” The room goes silent as Y/N quietly looks around the cabin. There’s something about it that feels so familiar to her but she doesn’t know what.

“Why would she leak this to the press and why did she not leak much? No one seems to know about your abilities or anything else. They only really know your name and whatever they can find about you on the internet. Why didn’t she tell them anything else?” Sam questions.

“We think it’s a distraction.” Scott states.

“A distraction from what?” Steve asks.

“We don’t know but it has to be something big.”

“Like what?”

“She’s building an army.” Everyone’s heads whip towards Stiles. He’s looking down at his phone.

“Why do you say that?” Scott questions.

“I just got a text from Chris. She’s building an army to rid the world of supernatural beings.”

“But she’s one herself?” Y/N doesn’t understand why Kate would do this.

“Yeah well, this time it isn’t assassins working separately to kill all of you. Now it’s a collective army that is gathering outside of town and getting ready to take over Beacon Hills. They start storming in in two hours.”

“That means her telling the press wasn’t a distraction.” Scott states.

“Why do you think that?” Peter asks.

“If she needed a distraction, she wouldn’t already have an army in place. She told the press because that means all eyes are on Y/N and on us. She plans on exposing who Y/N really is. She’s waiting for all the news and press people to come into Beacon Hills so they can show the world the kind of person Y/N. She wants the world to be afraid of her and to be afraid of us. She wants to turn everyone against us.”

“She wants to expose me being a werewolf and expose what Hydra did to me.” Y/N mumbles. “She knows that she’ll never beat us on her own or even with a small army, but if she makes the whole world fear us, we will lose. Fear can make people do horrible things. If people start to look at us as the villains instead of the heroes, we won’t survive for long.”

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I'm going to put this on Wattpad for more people to see and I've created two possible covers for it (they aren't great but whatever). If y'all have an opinion on which on you like better, please let me know!

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[stilesdemonbaby]

Toothed Morality (Send Me Flowers) by rightsidethru

Summary:

“The world is a dark place, moje kochanie; it is one filled with monsters, always ready to gobble you whole. Be wary of the promises they give: seal every vow with blood and bone and Name. A True Name, one that will bind them to their word.” “But how will I know that they’re telling the truth, Matka? Couldn’t they lie…?” “You’ll know, mały płomień.”

Tags: Past Kate Argent/Derek Hale, pretty much Kate Argent deserves her own warning tag, one-sided Kate Argent/Stiles Stilinski, Alive Hale pack, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Childhood Trauma, Morally Ambiguous Stiles Stilinski, Alpha Peter Hale, Alpha Stiles Stilinski, Mythical Beings & Creatures, Creature Stiles Stilinski, Magical Stiles Stilinski, Nogitsune

Published: 2019-06-16

Words: 16,069

Chapters: 1/1

Rating: Teen And Up

#complete #2019 #words <20k #fic rec #steter #rating t #Toothed Morality (Send Me Flowers) #creature stiles #alpha peter

[fullmoonficlet]

MASTERLIST 559 - CARNIVAL 

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Carney by @goddess47 (FICLET, Peter/Stiles, PG, 1350)

Carnival by @darkjediqueen (FIC, Derek/Stiles, PG-13, 3,800) Discussion of Graphic Violence, Kate Argent (She’s her own warning, right?)

#teen wolf #Steter #Sterek #masterlist #modpost #prompt 559: carnival

[buckybarnesss]

on fire: a teen wolf novel chapters 4-6 chapters 1-3 here

cox communications doesn't respect 3rd shift workers so last night i had to go into my brick and mortar office. i was able to get a lot of reading done but due to rules and regulations i was unable to write down my thoughts as i went. instead i used those little sticky note tabs to mark passages of interest so that's why this post took a little bit longer as i had to review what i had marked.

anyway.

our national nightmare continues.

ngl this book is weird. it's bizarro season 1.

it's non-canon compliant post-episode 5 the tell. i genuinely do not understand why they just didn't tap nancy holder to write a novelization of season 1.

warning: kate argent's existence and general grossness.

so buckle up buttercups here's a preview of what's to come:

we start this chapter from kate's point of view and it makes me feel dirty already. cast it into the fire, isildur. she’s just vile. just look at these nauseating quotes that she has all within the first page: 

“nothing beat the feel of cold, hard steel -- unless it was the rippling muscles of a well-built man.”

this bitch.

”god, all those muscles. the last time she’d seen him, he’d still been in high school. still a kid. a stupid, gullible kid, who should have died in the hale house fire along with the rest of his family.”

tell me again how the intention wasn't for derek to have been a minor when kate was grooming him? tell me fucking again.

“maybe she should’ve taken advantage of derek while he’d been down on the floor, writhing from the nine hundred thousand volts she’d sent skittering though his kick-ass body. for old time’s sake.”

chris and victoria are there too, being way more normal about things. they brought egg salad and cold cuts which feels like it’s hitting the beat where victoria comes in with cookies in the show. 

despite having grounded allison for her skipping school with scott on her birthday they are perfectly fine with her having not only a study date with lydia but allowing her to sleep over. it’s apparently to cover the arrival of a shipment of weapons. kate isn’t impressed that they’re still hiding everything from allison and disappointed there isn’t some super-special weapon in the shipment. 

this entire time she’s being weird and kind of sexual about an uzi. like, fuck off kate. 

now we’re back to scott and allison at the seedy motel plot where they are trying to locate jackson. “scott’s first instinct was to throw his arms around allison and duck, but she yanked the door open and barreled inside the motel like a superhero.”  uou are goddamn right, scott. that is ally a. 

the motel is basically an off the books brothel. one of the patrons supposedly saw something in one of the windows when he went open it for a smoke but saw something that scared him causing a heart attack. allison and scott ask a few people if they’ve seen jackson then have to book it when sheriff stilinski shows up.  these two idiots duck down in her car. i think we see stiles and scott do this a few times in the show.

lydia calls allison freaked out that she hadn’t called her back yet and harkens back to the tell by saying “a....window?” when they tell her about the man having a heart attack and scott describes her as sounding odd. i appreciate that lydia's trauma isn't being ignored because that just happened to her in the tell.

all this use of the generic where’s my phone app and using conference calls to sneak around feels like an adaptation of the plot beat in wolf’s bane.

the sterek agenda continues. derek and stiles spend a significant portion of the coming chapters together much like they do in the back half of season 1. it starts with the possible origin of the derek being in stiles’s room trope. stiles muses over the text he’d received from scott about the incident at the motel and as if being summoned derek is just suddenly there in his room. look at this bullshit:

he texted back, muttering, “so, scott, saw what? saw derek?” “yes?” derek said from behind him. “yeaoww!” stiles shouted. he turned around to find derek leaning against the wall. he did that on an irritatingly frequent basis, both at scott’s house and casa stilinski. he was wearing his black leather jacket and he looked especially pouty and broody. “could you not do that anymore? it is so not cool.”

irritatingly frequent basis? how many times has derek randomly appeared in your room stiles? and i’m sorry “especially pouty and broody”? what a totally super casual observation that is.

it gets even better. derek questions what scott is doing and stiles deadass answers “doin’ stuff.” which naturally irritates derek and derek requests stiles tell scott he wants to meet him. they’re interrupted by the sheriff calling for stiles to which we get:

“gotta go get that.” Stiles pointedly shut down his desktop -- Derek actually growled -- and slid his phone into the pocket of his jeans. “don’t touch anything.”

derek why are you growling? weirdo.

stiles talks to his dad and probes for information about the motel guy and they discuss his homework. it's actually a pretty great conversation between the two and pretty much the only time it occurs in the book.

there’s a mention of stiles’s mother and the sheriff asks stiles if he’s taken his adderall that day. so again, clearly whatever notes holder received very much indicated stiles's ADHD.

back in stiles’s room we get derek pointedly having ignored stiles’s directive to not touch anything: “he zoomed back into his room to find derek clacking away on his computer keyboard.” and “hey,” he said. “keep your paws off.” derek gave him one of his trademark sour glares.” this just continues to confirm for me that holder received some kind of outline of character and plot beats. casa stilinski? sour glares? derek and stiles doing investigative work and going to a hospital? stiles having a low key bisexual crisis over derek? it’s all there. i mean bro look at this:

“look,” derek leaned toward him and the hairs on the back of stiles’s neck stood straight up.”

and the banter:

“but don’t do anything wolfy in my jeep,” he said, opening his door and peering into the hallway. the coast was clear. “like stick our head out the window to let your tongue hang out --” “shut up,” derek said. 

here's another werewolf moment i find rather intriguing. scott and allison have made it to the preserve by this point still hot on the trail of jackson who lydia had told them was somewhere in the preserve. scott has a moment where in his mind he hears the how of a wolf. it says “an echo inside an echo” and “one wolf calling to another. seeking the pack.” that's pretty cool and it's not something shows up in the show.

jackson has finally arrived. i miss this asshole. he's in the woods being pissy about meeting the private investigator that had left him a note and a picture of his supposed biological father.

jackson’s perspective on what happened in magic bullet is just [chef’s kiss]. he refers to derek as scott’s drug dealer.

“mccall’s creepy drug dealer had shown up at school. when jackson had stood up to him, he’d grabbed him by the neck, and, like, gouged him with his fingernails.”

in jackson’s narration something caught my eye. “things had been fine before the start of the school year. Then it was almost as if McCall had concocted some kind of scheme over the summer to ruin his life.” so not only is this book an AU of season 1, the time frame seems off. the show starts the first day after their winter break in january. wolf moon takes place during the episode. the book places this before wolf moon has occurred which comes up later in derek’s narration. 

 this is such a good line and is a window into jackson’s mentality: “everyone wanted something jackson had. it was usually money or popularity. the secret? they were exactly the same thing.”

allison and scott are still in the woods. they’ve been kissing for a while but then they run into a wolf. they are really so soppy in this book and it's both accurate and annoying. allison is awed and scott is quietly panicking. allison goes on about how she thought it was beautiful and scott’s mind wonders if he’ll ever turn into a wolf like how Laura did. which, lol, no baby because you never make peace fully with being a werewolf. 

annnnd we’re back to the stiles and derek plot line. they’re playing dress up. i kid you not. these two are pulling a dean and sam. 

“my new best friend and i are at the hospital.” stiles said, twirling the listening end of a stethoscope in a little circle. so far he’d been unable to hypnotize derek with it.

there’s another small dig about derek not being a real person in stiles’s narration. this book hates derek, okay but i have a lo more on that later. for now these two idiots infiltrated the hospital by pulling the old stand by of Looking Important. stiles has a conversation with scott which is invoking wolf’s bane so hard:

“and you’ll never guess what. you can get past hospital security if you steal a white coat out of the storage room and parade around with it and a clipboard.” derek grunted. he was the one holding the clipboard, but he had passed on wearing a lab coat.”

stiles continues his observations of derek like the freak4freak he is:

“stiles covered the phone, “he can’t talk about wolfie matters,” he reported back to derek.  “because he’s with her,” derek said, looking even more dour than usual. stiles had never realized there were so many degrees of the brood until derek hale came into their lives.”

there’s a bit of back and forth regarding scott reporting that he and allison saw an actual wolf. derek’s disbelieving and cranky to which stiles ponders this totally normal thought:

“maybe if he gave derek a sugar cube -- or threw him a piece of raw meat -- derek might cheer up. stiles would have to try that someday. but today wasn’t looking good for that.”

derek then snatches stiles’s phone to question scott’s whereabouts. he is still cranky. meanwhile stiles is reading derek’s body language and it’s way too detailed for a normal person. like, stiles no one cares derek’s hand is in his jacket pocket while he grumps at scott and emphasizes “like always”. stiles how hard have you been watching derek? he may have complained about derek showing up in his room unnaounced but he's like

before we get into derek’s narration which ooh boy guys you aren’t ready. stiles and derek have their classic bickering-bantering some more. 

derek’s insisting stiles take him to the preserve so he can scent scott out. stiles is appalled and is like “oh my god derek you weirdo there’s an app for that.” and gets a little red riding hood dig in.

derek refuses to admit stiles has a point but orders stiles to give him his phone. stiles all but says Fuck You No and derek brings out his oldie but goodie:

“tell me or i’ll rip your throat out.” 

stiles probably thinks “don’t threaten me with a good time” but instead he says that he knows derek’s not telling him everything and insists he’s going with derek to find scott. 

it ends on this exchange:

“all right,” he said, “but we’ll take your jeep.” stiles huffed. “why can’t we ever take your car?” 

alas the camero. we barely knew her.

now we switch to derek’s point of view to narrate and so begins a piece of characterization that i don’t like, isn’t actually accurate to the character at any point in the series and frankly chaps my ass. i’m just going to give you all the paragraph as a whole.

“hey, you have to take me with you.,” scott’s annoying little sidekick insisted as derek stalked out of the hospital. derek took a tiny bit of satisfaction in the way the human had to trot along to stay abreast. he was sick to death of taking the weakness of humans into account while formulating his plans. de respected power, and few humans had any.”

besties, this book may very well be the origin of Derek Thinks Humans Are Weak trope. now, i’m sure some of you are like heather aren’t you perhaps being a tad dramatic? 

no. no i’m not. at first i considered this might be because of derek’s experience with kate. it would make sense that perhaps based off the information holder had that derek might be wary but than this fucker drops this line:

“werewolves didn’t share information with humans, ever.”

but he follows this thought with this:

“except for him, derek hale. he had shared information with a human. he hadn’t meant to. and the results had been disastrous.”

i will definitely get into more detail about this attitude he has because it really comes out in some later chapters because ooooh boy y’all ain’t prepared for the nonsense ahead. in actual canon derek never behaves this way or express this kind of opinion about humans. it stands out starkly in contrast to the episode this moment is paralleling in wolf’s bane. derek thinks stiles is annoying but not because he’s human. 

we end this chapter on jackson’s point of view. de had met with the so-called private investigator and they tit-for-tatted and jackson bolted when he sensed danger in the woods. now he’s lost in the woods. he’s scared, doesn’t want to admit it and sends a text to lydia.

it's here in these chapters where i realized that the character of deaton is missing entirely. since all of season 1's plot past the tell is omitted deaton's significance went with it.

also the mystery of the alpha is present but she's unable to really do anything with it so peter's presence is still regulated to comatose burn victim.

#my blog #thoughts on teen wolf #teen wolf #on fire: a teen wolf novel #sterek #or the teen wolf AU #heather reads #kate argent is her own trigger warning

[darkjediqueen]

Carnival

Title: Carnival Fandom(s): Teen Wolf Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Tags: Alternate Universe, Getting Together, Magical Stiles, No Hale Fire Warnings: Discussion of Graphic Violence, Kate Argent (She’s her own warning, right?) Summary: The carnival was pretty, and it was enough to make Stiles feel peace until Gregory Hale came over to him. Word Count: 3,800 Notes: Written for Full…

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#Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski #Full Moon Ficlet

[topazy]

Hunted

Pairing: Liam Dunbar x reader

Warnings: Swearing

Chapter: 5.10

You are still staring at Liam in shock. “I’m sorry, I think I misheard you. It sounded like you just said you tried to kill Scott.”

“I-I did.”

“What are you talking about? You’d never hurt anyone.”

“Lu…” he sighed defeatedly.

“How?”

“I thought killing him was the only way…” he trails off.

You stare at him in disbelief, unsure if you can trust your own mind. The moment you found out your mom was plotting to kill a boy you hadn’t even met made you feel physically ill, but learning your boyfriend had tried to kill the same person felt like a kick to the gut. You spring forward in the bed when you feel bile rise in the back of your throat, momentarily forgetting you have a body full of stitches, and let out a yelp as a sharp pain shoots through your stomach.

Liam places his hand on your shoulder as you double over in pain. You lift your head and meet his gaze, noticing for the first time how bloodshot and swollen his eyes look. You didn’t know that it was possible for a werewolf’s eyes to look like that, even in human form. You just assumed they would heal quickly.

You were conflicted on what to do. You could tell Liam was desperate to explain everything to you, but you were in so much pain and your mind was still reeling from learning that Derek was your biological father. That, along with everything else, was too much.

Squeezing his hand, you softly say, “Can you please go? I just can’t deal with any new information right now.”

He starts to open his mouth to protest but stops when a nurse enters the room and says, “Sorry to interrupt, but I need to check on how your stitches are healing.”

“It’s fine,” you tell the nurse with a weak smile before looking at Liam. “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

He gave you a forced smile that didn’t manage to hide the emotional pain he was feeling. Truthfully, you were glad the nurse came in when she did. The thought of listening to what happened was almost too much to cope with.

—

“I’m sorry I fell asleep,” you say, rubbing your eyes.

“Don't apologize,” Derek shrugged, “I'm sure you needed to sleep more than talk.”

You let out a sigh as your head flopped back against the pillow; a part of you wished the whole thing was just a bad dream. Your attention was drawn back to Derek as he shifted uncomfortably in a chair. “Did you like Allison?”

He raised his brows at the question, “did I like her?”

“Yeah, she didn’t like you at first.” You chuckled. “She thought you were a serial killer at one point.”

“That was when Peter went on his killing rampage,” he says, rolling his eyes. “I didn't know her well, but I knew she was brave and she really loved Scott,” he says, pausing briefly before continuing. “What you said before, about history repeating itself, about how Allison and Scott were in love, and he looked at her the same way his beta looks at you, but Kate and me were different. She only ever used me to gain information about my family…”

“She’s a horrible person,” you cut in. “All the Argents are. The only ones who ever treated me like a real person were Allison and my uncle Chris; the rest of them acted like I was invisible. I always assumed they hated me because Kate had me so young, but who knows?”

“I’m sorry, if I’d known she was pregnant, I never would have let them send you away.”

You smile softly at him. It would be difficult, but despite everything that had happened recently, you had finally found a parent who cared about you.

—

A few hours had passed, and you mostly sat in a comfortable silence, but your mind was going into overdrive. Derek must have sensed your internal distress. “Everything okay?”

“Things aren’t always black and white, are they?”

He put the outdated magazine he’d picked up in the waiting room down and said, “What do you mean?”

You begin to toy with the threads at the edge of the blanket covering your lap. “If you do something really bad, but for a good reason... is it still bad?”

“I’ve done bad things to keep people I care about safe, and I’ve also done bad things for the hell of it.”

“That didn’t help me in the slightest; if anything, sharing that makes you sound kinda shady.”

“Fair point. If you're talking about Scott's beta, I think you should hear him out,” Derek says for the first time.

“I thought you hated him,” you say, surprised.

“I think he's a kid who was manipulated into doing something he never would have done otherwise…” he trailed off for a moment before looking at you with interest. “Do you know much about the moon's effect on wolves?”

You shake your head. “Not really. I know they can lose control, but not as much as I’d like to.”

Derek smiles, he's happy he'll have something valuable to pass on to you.

—

A couple of days had passed, and you’d been discharged from the hospital. When you arrived back at your uncle's flat, much to the dismay of Derek, who insisted on staying in it as well, you were surprised to see Liam waiting for you.

He’d come by to see you a few times since your last conversation, but because Derek was always there and never said much, you suspected Liam was a little frightened of him.

“Hey.”

“Hi,” Liam immediately stood up from the couch and made his way towards you. “I can always come back later.”

“It’s fine Liam, I’m glad you're here.” Liam looks a little sceptical but sits down beside you in the kitchen, “I’m sorry, I should have listened to you the other night in the hospital.”

Liam explains in full detail how Theo convinced him that Scott was letting you die on purpose and that the only way to save you was by taking his power. “I need to tell you something else. Theo is back at school.”

“How?” You ask, feeling frightened for the first time since waking up in the hospital. You’d just assumed Theo had run off after being found out.

“I guess he still has some kind of plan, but I promise I won’t ever let him hurt you again.”

—

Derek did his best to try and not listen in on the conversation from down the hallway; in fact, he’d excused himself the moment he spotted Liam. But the moment he heard Theo’s name being mentioned, his interest peaked.

He needed to stay low as the Calavera family, along with bounty hunters, were looking for him, so he didn't do anything rash yet. The moment he saw you in Mexico, he figured you were Kate’s daughter, but not his daughter. It still amazed him that he knew of an almost-grown child whom he had never met.

The guilt of not being there for you weighed on him heavily, but all he could do was try to make up for it now. He’d tell you all about his mom, Peter, and the rest of the Hale family and all the shit he’d done eventually, but right now the only thing he cared about was finding the asshole who put his daughter in the hospital.

He smiled slightly when he heard Liam saying he’d never let Theo harm you again. No hint of a lie could be detected in your boyfriend's voice, and Derek was convinced Liam would stop anyone who tried to harm you again, by any means necessary.

—

You fight the urge to yawn as you wait patiently for Liam to notice you and Scott are in the tunnels with him. He was so focused on it that he'd failed to sense either of you before. When he finally does, he jumps back in surprise.

“You lost?” Scott asks.

Liam nods his head, “Completely.” His eyes shift between you and Scott, “How did you know I was down here?”

“We followed you.”

Liam was taken aback. “Why are you following me?”

“Why are you down here?” Scott asks, slightly tense.

“I’m just trying to figure out if this is where they took me and Hayden. Malia said she was down here too, and Lu remembers it as well. Malia also said you were right.”

“Uh, there’s a turn you keep passing. It’s easy to miss,” Scott says sheepishly.

Liam had a look of uncertainty on his face, but you gave him a reassuring smile. “How many times have you watched me pass it?”

“Five.”

“Come on,” Scott says, motioning to the right. “Let’s see if we can find it together.”

You link your fingers with Liam, who looks confused. “I’m surprised Derek let you come down here without him.”

Your smile spreads across your face when you hear his comment. The confusion in Liam's voice was obvious. He was genuinely surprised to see you without the older wolf. Since coming out of the hospital, Derek had made it clear you weren’t to be involved in anything dangerous, so you weren’t fully sure what was going on, but you weren’t going to let Liam get himself into danger on his own. “It wasn't for a lack of effort,” you joke. “But Scott assured him I was safe with him, with both of you.”

Liam looked a little shocked but didn’t say anything else. You continued following Scott in silence until he stopped walking and extended his hands out, as if he was feeling an invisible object. “Do you feel that?”

Liam put his free hand out, feeling the air around him. “It’s like something's vibrating.” He lets go of your hand and leans down to feel the ground, to try and pick up where the vibrations are coming from. “It’s coming from everywhere.”

Scott shakes his head, frustrated at not being able to find the source.

Liam shakes his head and lets out a deep sigh. “I was just trying to do something right.”

“You do a lot right,” Scott says with a sympathetic gaze.

“Yeah, but I did one thing really wrong.”

The alpha locked eyes with you for a moment before looking down at his beta. “Lulana and Hayden are alive. Everything before that doesn’t matter.”

“It should,” Liam argues. “I feel like I had to do more than just say sorry.”

“Actually, you still haven’t done that.”

You watch as your boyfriend's eyes start to well up from guilt and remorse. “Back at my old school… at Devenford, I got into a fight with this kid. I knocked two of his teeth out. They made me write a letter of apology, but we both knew it meant nothing. We both knew that sooner or later, we’re gonna get into another fight. I can’t just say I’m sorry, I feel like I have to do something. Like maybe, somehow I have to save your life.”

Scott crouched down to be level with him and spoke softly, “don’t worry. I’m pretty sure you’ll get a chance.”

As they continued to talk you were drawn to a ugly stone snake that was eating itself stuck to one of the walls. It was covered in cobwebs and dust, but you gripped the side of it with your hand to see if it would move, and it did. “Guys, I think this is something,” you say looking over at them. You keep turning the snake clockwise until it makes a clicking noise, followed by the sound of a machine stopping. “Oh shit, did I break something?”

“No,” Scott says, pointing to a hidden doorway that was now visible. “But you’ve opened something.”

—

When Scott opens the door into the hidden room, he’s greeted by your uncle pointing a gun at him.

“Uncle Chris!” You brush by Scott and hug your uncle.

“I'm glad you're safe,” his tone of voice surprised you. Something was wrong. You notice the look of dread on Scott’s face and step back towards the doorway.

“You didn’t,” Scott says, looking directly at your uncle.

“I had to.”

Your attention is drawn to the other side of the room when you hear footsteps. Your heart stammers in your chest when your grandfather walks over with a smug look on his face. “Hello, Scott.” Scott lets out a low growl and protectively moves in front of you and Liam. “I haven’t seen that colour on you. It suits you.”

Liam, still unsure of what’s unfolding in front of him, asks, “Who’s the old guy?”

“Uh, at the moment they would call me a necessary evil, but you can call me Gerard. Although, I’m sure my sweet granddaughter would have a few other choice names for me.”

“What were you thinking? How could you bring him here?” you snap.

Your uncle gives you an apologetic look and says, “We need him.”

“He’s right,” Gerard says. “If you want to catch a werewolf like the beast of Gevaudan, you’re going to need more than one Argent.”

Rage rushes through your body. Liam, sensing it, stands beside you protectively as his eyes start to glow yellow.

“He knows all the stories, all the folklore,” your uncle says, defending his choice. “Everything is written and passed down.”

“And are you sure about this?”

He motions for you to follow him, and reluctantly you, Scott, and Liam follow him to a large painting of two large supernatural creatures fighting. “The one on the rigid beast of Gevaudan. Do you know what the other one is?”

“A hellhound,” you respond. “They are meant to be guardians for supernatural places.”

“So you did learn some things at that fancy boarding school,” Gerard says, sounding impressed. “They’re both creatures of the night. But you may know them as ordinary people during the day, and most likely neither of them knows what they are.”

Scott and Liam share a look that doesn’t go unnoticed. “What is it?”

“We discovered a message in Latin... dannatio memoriae.”

Gerard says slowly, “They want it to remember itself.”

Your uncle nods in agreement, “then it might give us time.”

“Time for what?”

“To prevent this,” he kicks at the slabs covering the painting on the wall to reveal the bottom half of it. In the bottom half, everyone was dead.

—

“So should I start calling you Mini or Junior Sourwolf?”

You shove Stiles in the arm playfully and say, “Stop it, so who else is coming?”

“Obviously, Scott,” you scoff at his remark.The McCall pack was slowly starting to come back together, and everyone was meeting in the McCall household. “Malia, Kira, and Liam.”

Scott enters the room and places a bag containing blueprints of Eichen House on the table. The pack was meeting to plan on how to get Lydia back, even if it meant breaking her out.

#Teen wolf #liam dunbar x reader #Liam Dunbar x you #teen wolf fandom #teen wolf fanfiction #teen wolf x reader #Liam Dunbar #Scott McCall #Derek Hale #chris argent #Liam Dunbar/reader #Liam Dunbar/oc #Liam Dunbar/you #hunted

[greeneyedpixie99]

𝐼𝓃𝓉𝓇𝒾𝓃𝓈𝒾𝒸 ·𖥸· 𝒫𝓇𝑒𝓁𝓊𝒹𝑒

Intrinsic- (adj) belonging to the essential nature or constitution of a thing.

Returning to Beacon Hills, California- Celine Argent was determined to find answers to every question she'd ever had in the six years since the Hale fire. In pursuit of these answers, she is faced with breaking her families code, rebuilding a shattered friendship and taking down a homicidal Alpha Werewolf hell bent on killing off just about any Argent he can get his claws on.

Warnings: Mention of the Hale Fire, Kate Argent (Only Mentioned),

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Pairing: Derek Hale x OC (Celine Argent)

Word Count: 937 Words

There’s always a home for you here in my heart. I’ll leave a light on. -Ben Maxfield-

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

               Hunter (n)- also known as ハンター (Hanta) in Japan, and Breakers in Scotland, are people, usually humans, who hunt down the supernatural and save people from monsters, demons, ghosts and other creatures and supernatural events.

               That’s the official definition if you looked up supernatural hunter. Saving people, hunting monsters- it’s what anyone with morals would consider the professions that the Argent family and many others took on. But for the rest of the supernatural world, it’s the definition of the people who have hunted down and killed their perfectly innocent loved ones. There are hunters out there who kill indiscriminately- the glow of your eyes, the flash of your fangs and the deep rumbling growl ripped from your chest- they’re all seen as excuse enough to kill. It wasn’t right, it wasn’t fair, and it certainly wasn’t 100% justified.

               So, the Argent family, and any hunters who went along with them, developed a code. A way of life to keep the innocent free from consequences and the evil the bearer of all their own wrongs. Nous chassons ceux qui nous chassent- We hunt those who hunt us. Any supernatural creatures- werewolf, vampire, Kitsune- all of them were free to live their lives as they see fit but as long as they were adults and as long as there was proof that they had spilled innocent blood they were free game. But, hidden in the shadows of the noble words, was another rule within this code. That if you were an Argent or a Calavera, and you were bit by the Alpha of a supernatural pack something dark was expected of you.

               To prevent the change from Human to Monster, you must make the ultimate sacrifice- your own life. It hadn’t occurred much in the times where hunter reigned supreme, only a handful of occasions, but it did happen. Growing up Celine Lea Argent knew nothing of the world she lived in. She knew nothing of werewolves and werewolf hunters, she knew nothing of the feud between the Hale Pack and the Argent Hunters. Her sweet and gentle heart wouldn’t be able to withstand such a terrible world. A world where her friendship with head strong Cora, wise Laura and passionate Derek was a bad thing. A thing so wrong it could insight wars or riots or death. They were just as much part of her family as the blood between herself and her younger sister Allison.

               But nothing good ever seemed to last. Between Celine’s aunt pulling her best friend further and further away from her to the sudden and mysterious fire that wiped out nearly the entire Hale Pack and Celine’s entire world was shifted off kilter. Suddenly her family is moving away from the only place she has ever really called home, told with heartbreaking emotionlessness that her best friend is dead and that the world she lives in is not the world she thought. Now Celine Argent is expected to walk the path of a Hunter, to throw away her entire childhood long before she was meant to- against the wants of her father who only ever wished to protect her.

               Suddenly Celine Argent is becoming the thing that has been accused over and over again for the Hale Fire- She is a hunter, whether she wants to be or not.

i n t r o d u c i n g

Celine Lea Argent aka Lina Argent |The Little Warrior| “I walked the path you forced me down, I let you drag me through miles of woods, I let you leave me abandoned in rundown buildings! I have worked my ass off to become the hunter you wanted me to be. And yet, despite it all, you couldn’t burn the kindness from my heart, could you? It’s about time you heard the truth- I. Am. Nothing. Like. You. Kate. Argent.” · ·Emma Watson· ·

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Celine Lea Argent aka Baby Lina |The Werewolf Friend| “You’re my best friend Derek, I never want that to change.” · ·McKenna Grace· ·

·𖥸·

Derek Samuel Hale aka Sour Wolf |The Broken Man| “You family is the reason that my family is dead Celine. There is not getting past that. There is no moving forward. I’ll help you gain control but after that I want you and every other Argent out of my life for good.” · ·Tyler Hoechlin· ·

·𖥸·

Derek Samuel Hale aka Baby Derek |The Passionate Boy| “There are things I can’t explain to you Cel, you just have to go through them when you’re older. Cause when you’re older, you’ll understand how I felt about Paige.” · ·Ian Nelson· ·

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

NOTE: To clarify, the Paige-Derek thing happened when Derek was a freshman in High School towards the beginning of the year, so he was fourteen nearly fifteen years old when it happened. When the Hale fire occurred was just before he turned sixteen years old. Which puts him about twenty-two years old during the first and second season of Teen Wolf as it starts after Winter Break. Celine is eighteen almost nineteen years old during the first and second season. I’m reworking and rewriting some of the chapters I already have because I feel like it’s moving too slow so I’m fixing it as I go.

POST-NOTE NOTE: Celine Argent is no longer face claimed by Rose McIver but rather (as mentioned above) Emma Watson.

Edited: 02/28/23

#derek hale #teen wolf #derek hale x oc #derek hale fanfiction #teen wolf season 1 #teen wolf season 2 #werewolf #stiles stilinski #allison argent #chris argent #romance #scott mccall #lydia martin #jackson whittemore #fanfiction

[josjournal]

Just Between Them (Full Moon Ficlet #490 - Bed)

Written for @fullmoonficlet

(Warning: Kate Argent Mention)

Derek stood in the middle of his bedroom in his new apartment. The dresser fits where he’d imagined as well as the smaller desk that he’d picked up from a curb on his way home from work one day. The only thing missing was a bed. Well, he’d gotten a mattress at a reasonable price, but there was no bed frame for it. He’d had one and would’ve gladly brought it with him if his ex hadn’t decided to reenact The Burning Bed when he told her that he wanted to end their relationship and would be moving out as soon as he found a place.

Thankfully, he had a neighbor who didn’t leave the house much and heard him shouting for help. The guy had burst through the front door already on the phone with 911 and a fire extinguisher in hand. Derek had never been happier to see a person in his life. While he’d managed to save Derek, the frame had been a total loss. The bed frame he’d gotten from his parents when he’d moved out on his own for the first time was the last thing they had given him before being killed in a car accident.

Not only had Stiles saved his life, but he’d also offered Derek the apartment over his detached garage. The fire had only been last week, and after staying with his sister while Kate was arrested and arraigned, he returned to move into the apartment. Banging outside the door drew his attention.

Crossing through the small space, he pulled open the door to find Stiles standing at the top of the stairs running along the side of the garage. Sweat matted his hair to his forehead, and he hung over the top of something large and covered by a tarp. 

“Hello?” Derek said with raised eyebrows.

“Dude, are you going to let me in?” Stiles asked, his smile open and friendly enough to bring an answering one to Derek’s face.

“It’s your place,” Derek responded but moved out of the way, watching as Stiles stretched his arm to pick up the tarp-covered item.

Derek held up his hands to steady him as he staggered under the weight. He placed the object just inside the bedroom door before turning around. “Be right back,” he said and disappeared from the apartment. “No peeking!” he shouted up the stairs just as Derek was reaching to lift the tarp.

Derek heard thudding and hurried to find Stiles making his way up the stairs with a smaller but still substantial tarp-covered object. Derek stayed out of his way and fell into step behind Stiles as he made his way to the bedroom again. He started to ask Stiles what was under the tarps, but Stiles hurried out of the room and down the stairs again. 

Derek swore he would get whiplash if this kept up, but he had to admit his curiosity over Stiles’ behavior kept him rooted to the spot, waiting for him to reappear. A lot of rattling and cursing proceeded Stiles this time, and he entered the bedroom carrying bed rails. 

Derek looked between Stiles setting the rails on the ground and the tarp-covered objects. “Is this a bed frame?”

Stiles looked up. “No peeking!” Derek looked pointedly at the rails. “Oh, well, then…surprise!” He let go of the rails and made jazz hands, his face sheepish.

Derek reached for the tarps and yanked them off to reveal a frame made of the same cherry wood as Derek’s dresser and desk. Running his hand over the wood, he traced the design, a tree with wide branches and expansive roots covering the entire square headboard. The footboard mirrored with a slice of the design. The overall effect was breathtaking.

“These are gorgeous,” Derek said reverently. “Where did you find them?”

“I made them,” Stiles responded, standing up and coming to take one end of the headboard. “Help me move this over there, so we can attach it. Derek did as he asked, noticing that Stiles had leaned the mattress and box spring against the far wall.

“You made them?” 

“Do you know what I do for work?” Stiles asked. Derek shook his head, holding the headboard steady while Stiles attached the frames. “I’m a woodworker. Mostly, I make furniture. It’s why I heard you screaming because I was walking from the house to the workshop when you started screaming, and I saw the smoke.”

“Stiles, I can’t take this. It’s too much,” Derek said, still following Stiles when he went to get the footboard.

“Dude, you’d be doing me a favor taking this. It was a custom order that didn’t work out. It’s just been gathering dust in the workshop.”

Derek hated the idea of a beautiful furniture piece hidden away from the world, but he didn’t think his bedroom would be getting much foot traffic either, to be honest. They finished assembling the bed and putting the mattress and box spring in place in silence. “Are you sure about this? It should be in a showcase.”

Stiles shrugged. “At least I know the person sleeping in it will appreciate it,” he told him. 

“Let me pay you for it, at least,” Derek said.

“Nah. You’ve been through enough.” Stiles ran a hand through his hair, and Derek traced the lean muscles of his biceps he hadn’t previously noticed. 

“At least let me take you to dinner,” Derek rushed out. “I mean, it’ll take multiple dinners to make up for this bed. Probably dinners for at least a year or two.”

A grin spread across Stiles’ face making his eyes sparkle in the light shining through the windows. “It’s a date. Or, well, many dates,” Stiles responded before hurrying out of the apartment. “Pick me up at seven!”

Derek shook his head, wondering what he’d gotten into just by wanting to reimburse Stiles for his hard work. He headed into the shower to get ready for his date, and if by the end of the night, Derek wasn’t the only one sleeping in the bed, well, that was just between them.

Cross-posted to AO3

#fullmoonficlet #sterek #eternalsterek #sterek ficlet #my writing #just between them

[ao3-feed-sterek]

They Didn't Know Its Many Strategies

by MistressTitania

Stiles has been cagey when he talked to his aunt since Scott had been bitten. It reminded his aunt a little too much to her own teenage years. A road trip to Beacon Hills is required because this time they can be the adults to help the teens in dealing with unnatural situations.

Words: 1508, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV), Stranger Things (TV 2016)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Teen Wolf (TV) Ensemble, Stranger Things Ensemble

Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Additional Tags: Barb was Claudia Stilinski, Stranger Things crew knows about the supernatural, Everyone Is Gay, overpowered Eleven, magical Eddie Munson, Magical Stiles Stilinski, Warning: Gerard Argent, Warning: Kate Argent, no beta we die like jason todd

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/48451486

#Sterek #Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski #Stiles Stilinski #Derek Hale #ao3feed #fanfic #IFTTT

[ao3feed-peterstiles]

The Wolf in Human Skin

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/41439039

by Vamp1992

Stiles watched as the Hale and McCall pack fought for Beacon Hills. It all greatly amused her watching the two packs scrap with each other. All the while she stood back with her own little secrets. But sooner or later her own secrets will get revealed.

Words: 1515, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV), Hemlock Grove

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Underage

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Peter Hale, Roman Godfrey, Peter Rumancek, Lynda Rumancek, Destiny Rumancek, Shelley Godfrey (Hemlock Grove), Letha Godfrey, Claudia Stilinski, Deucalion (Teen Wolf), Ennis (Teen Wolf), Kali (Teen Wolf), Ethan (Teen Wolf), Aiden (Teen Wolf), Derek Hale, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Allison Argent, Lydia Martin, Jackson Whittemore, Isaac Lahey, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd, Liam Dunbar, Malia Tate, Kira Yukimura, Mason Hewitt, Corey Bryant, Hayden Romero, Theo Raeken, Danny Mahealani, Sheriff Stilinski, Chris Argent, Melissa McCall, Alan Deaton, Jordan Parrish, Gerard Argent, Kate Argent, Donovan Donati, Original Rumancek Characters

Relationships: Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Deucalion/Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Kali/Stiles Stilinski, Letha Godfrey/Peter Rumancek

Additional Tags: Werewolf Stiles Stilinski, Dark Stiles Stilinski, Bad Friend Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Bad Parent Sheriff Stilinski, Good Alpha Derek Hale, Good Peter Hale, Good Alpha Pack, Consensual Underage Sex, Bisexual Stiles Stilinski, Female Stiles Stilinski, Stiles Stilinski is Sixteen Years Old, Magical Stiles Stilinski

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/41439039

#ao3feed #teen wolf #steter #fanfic #peterstiles