#werecreature stiles stilinski

[duskyashe]

CAMP NANO DAY 3

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Mischief grew up being told he was his mama's magic baby. He grew up on stories about werewolves and banshees and witches and druids. He grew up learning not to fear the things that go bump in the night. He grew up fully believing in magic and werecreatures and things that other kids thought were just myths.

He believed so strongly that when he and his mom got home from seeing Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone in the theater, he decided to try some of the spells on his own. And they worked.

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"Mama, mama, look! I'm a wizard, just like Harry!" Mischief cried as he ran into the kitchen with a pencil clutched in his hand, the very tip glowing a soft, but visible, white light.

Claudia Stilinski looked down at her six year old son, with an indulgent smile, not expecting much to come from that declaration. Her expression shifted to one of shock, though, when she finally registered the glowing pencil. It's too soon, that's not supposed to happen yet, she thought as she forced herself not to panic. "Wow, that's impressive!" She exclaimed, and it was. She, herself, hadn't managed to create light like that until she was fourteen, though part of that was due to her Spark not awakening until she'd hit puberty. Think, Claudia, think! What should you do? She pursed her lips in contemplation for a moment before making her decision and crouching down. "But you know what, my magic little boy?" Claudia asked with a small, secret smile.

Mischief shook his head. "Know what, mama?"

Her smile widened as she brought her hand up between them. "Mama's got magic, too, just like you," she said as she Wished an identical soft white light to appear in her own hand. Her son's eyes widened in excited awe as he looked between their two little lights. "And that's not all. Our magic is different from Harry's magic, Mischief. We don't need spells like Harry does, we just need belief."

Big amber eyes gazed curiously up at her. "Belief?" Mischief asked.

Claudia nodded and started changing the shape and color of her little light. "Your imagination is your greatest ally, Mieczyslaw, it's your special super power. The sky's the limit, my sweet little magic boy, and nothing anyone tells you can stop you."

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Later that night, Mischief lay in bed thinking about all his mama told him. Magic was real, his mama had magic, he had magic, and their magic was called a Spark. Their magic was special 'cause unlike witches and druids, they didn't need spells or rituals or "focuses" to use their magic, they just had to believe. Mama had also told him that they had to be careful who they talked about their magic to, 'cause not everyone knew about it. His papa didn't even know about it! Mama said papa didn't know yet 'cause her uncle was "a traditionalist" and "didn't believe humans who weren't pack should join the pack." Mischief thought that was silly, and his mama agreed, but since her uncle was her Alpha, she couldn't really argue. Mischief thought that was silly, too, but he didn't say anything about it. He knew alphas were special and that it was important to listen to your alpha, but he'd never met his great uncle Aleksy, so he didn't think he was his Alpha.

That was another thing! His mama was from a suuuper big werewolf pack back in Poland known as the Gajos pack. Her papa was great uncle Aleksy's brother and second, and her mama was the pack's "emissary". Her cousin Fryderyk was the next alpha and her cousin Feliks was the next "emissary". When his mama met his papa and fell in love, her cousins helped her convince her Alpha to let her marry his papa and move to the States while still being part of the pack.

Mischief looked at the stuffed polar bear laying on his bed next to him. Werewolves actually being real was cool and all, but werebears would be even cooler in his totally accurate and 100% not biased opinion. If he were a werecreature, he'd want to be a werebear. And not just any kind of werebear, no, he'd be a werepolar bear. He wasn't sure if werebears were real like werewolves, he'd certainly never heard his mama tell any stories about them, but he thought they should anyway 'cause all bears were cool. If werebears were real, though, he thought they might be a lot like werewolves in a lot of things. They'd both have "beta" shifts with claws and fangs and flashing eyes, they'd both form groups that were like one big happy family, they'd both be faster than regular humans, and they'd both have alphas who can turn regular humans into their respective were by biting them. He wasn't sure if bears had alphas in the wild like wolves did, but he decided that it didn't really matter, an alpha was kind of like a parent to the pack and only parents can make more babies, so werebears should have alphas, too.

He really wanted werebears to be real, and he really wanted to be one, that would be so unbelievably cool. Especially if he could fully shift into bear form whenever he wanted! He'd make sure his papa and his mama were safe from any naughty supernatural creatures that came through Beacon Hills, he'd make his own little bear pack, or maybe a sleuth since that was the correct name for a group of bears, and he'd be the bestest werebear to ever werebear!

Mieczyslaw "Mischief" Stilinski drifted off to sleep wishing with all his heart that werebears were real and that he was one of them. His Spark heard his wishes and history was made that night in a nondescript bedroom in a small town in California.

When Claudia went to wake her son up the next morning, she didn't find a brown haired boy with big, beautiful amber eyes. She found a polar bear cub with bright red alpha eyes.

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I'm sincerely hoping to continue this fic later this month, but I'm trying to follow my NaNoWriMo 2022 rule of stopping writing and posting whatever I have at midnight (⁠；⁠^⁠ω⁠^⁠） I didn't exactly follow through with that tonight, but I tried ¯⁠\⁠_⁠༼⁠ ⁠ಥ⁠ ⁠‿⁠ ⁠ಥ⁠ ⁠༽⁠_⁠/⁠¯

I've been wanting to write a Teen Wolf fic for ages, but nothing ever really struck my muse, so I never did anything with that desire until now. What changed? Well, mom and I were talking about how cool it'd be if werebears were a thing in the Teen Wolf universe, and how crazy it'd be if Stiles were to be one, either via birth or bite. This is the result (⁠✿⁠^⁠‿⁠^⁠)

Also, I've finally figured out how to do the "keep reading" thing on mobile! Let me know if you guys like it or not, and if I should keep doing it or not, please? 乁⁠|⁠ ⁠･⁠ ⁠〰⁠ ⁠･⁠ ⁠|⁠ㄏ

Also also, I've decided that, since I'm modding the Patrol Partners event as well as doing Camp NaNoWriMo this month, I'm taking Sundays off from writing. I'll post fics on AO3 that haven't been posted yet, I'll answer replies, asks, and DMs, but I won't be doing any writing on Sundays. Therefore, there's no day 2 fic that y'all missed, I just didn't write one (⁠^⁠～⁠^⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ (I'm going to post this at the end of my author's note tomorrow as well so more of my readers see it, but I wanted to put it here now while I'm thinking about it)

Have a good morning/day/night!

#teen wolf #fanfiction #teen wolf au #stiles stilinksi fanfiction #werecreature stiles stilinski #werebear stiles stilinski #spark stiles #camp nanowrimo 2023 #camp nano 2023 day 3

[dropofbittersea]

The one where Werecreature Stiles works at the mall and crosses paths with his crush, Derek, upstairs at the movie theater after close.

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“So, I know this is rude and all, but I just have to ask—“

“Do you, really? Is there a gun to your head?” he snarked.

Derek grinned, tossing the crumpled paper into the bin over his shoulder without looking, and sidled closer smelling of curiosity and attraction. He lowered his voice conspiratorially even though they were the only ones in there.

“What are you?”

Stiles sighed and straightened up to his full nearly 6'3", gazing down into the werewolf’s eyes as if searching for some kind of assurance. It wasn’t forbidden to tell or anything, but he’d never done so before and wasn't certain that it was a good idea. If it’d be a whole thing with the Hales or make the cocky beta that he’d been stupidly crushing on run the other way.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” Derek said emphatically, his face growing serious for a few moments before breaking into a grin again. “Not even if you’re a sweet little rabbit or something. But you’re not a bouncing bunny boy, are you?”

Stiles bared his teeth and showed a hint of fang. “No.”

#derek hale #sterek #stiles stilinski #fanfic #teen wolf #ao3 #were!stiles #werecreature #werecreature stiles

[myulalie]

Derek returned to Beacon Hills to figure out what happened to his sister — not realizing that in doing so, he signed up for (a lot) more than he bargained for (read on AO3).

Words: 3 882

Warnings: Canon Typical Violence

Pairing: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Characters: Derek Hale, Peter Hale, Stiles Stilinski

Tags: Minor Character Death, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Kitsune Stiles Stilinski, Pack Alpha Peter Hale, Peter Hale's Alpha Shift Form, Full Shift Werewolves, Full Shift Werewolf Derek Hale, Full Shift Werewolf Peter Hale, Full Shift Werecreature Stiles Stilinski, Dark Peter Hale, Hurt/Comfort, Pre-Relationship

for: @lalelilolusworld, happy birthday again, I hope you have the best day ♥

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #peter hale #autopromo #ao3 #fanfic

[msmischief101]

♚ Pairing: Sterek ♚ Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Kate Argent ♚ Tags: established relationship, alive! Hale pack, Emissary!Stiles, kidnapping, choking, injuries ♚ Words: 1849 ♚ Bad Things Happen Bingo - Tortured for Information ♚ ao3

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die for him

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Stiles spits out blood and leans his head back a little, taking a deep breath. His vision is fuzzy. There’s not a single part of his body that does not hurt, even twisting his fingers sends a spark of pain down his spine. His left ear is ringing.

“I should just kill you.” Kate’s voice sounds muffled as if she’s talking through a pillow. 

Stiles grins through the pain. “Great,” he says or slurs. It’s hard to tell. His own voice, his words just sound wrong in his own ears. “I’m getting bored.” He’s not sure how long he’s been here. It could be days. It could also be a week. There’s no way of telling what time it is. This room is always dark, and Kate comes and goes at random intervals. That’s what Stiles believes, anyway. He’s in and out of sleep when she’s not trying to torture Derek’s location out of him. 

Snarling, Kate steps closer. “You think this is funny?” 

“Hilarious.” His split lips make speaking a torture in and of itself. Half the time, Stiles feels like crying, but he’s refusing to show her. “You can’t find Derek with me. You won’t find him without me.” He swallows, feeling sick at the metallic taste on his tongue. Considering everything he’s been through, the sight or taste of blood shouldn’t get to him. His stomach turns regardless, and he takes a deep breath through his nose. “Let’s just get this over with, Argent.” Stiles would like to say he isn’t giving up, but that would be a lie. He’d never tell her where the Hale pack hides. He wouldn’t even sell out anyone from his pack; not even Peter, and especially not Derek. 

It’s just—

He’s tired. He’s tired of the pain, tired of nightmares. There’s no way for him to get out. Stiles can’t get past her, can’t kill her. Not in his current state, not even under normal circumstances. Kate as a human was a monster. Kate as a werecreature is something worse. 

Kate grabs his throat. Her claws are digging into his skin. The pain is not the worst thing he’s felt in his time here, but Stiles would still scream if she weren’t cutting off his air supply. “I will break you,” Kate tells him in a low voice, smiling a sinister smile, and lifts him off his feet. “Tell me where Derek is.”

Stiles yanks on the chains. The skin on his wrists tears open further. As tired as he might be, as hopeless as this situation feels, he’s not ready to die. Far from it. But he’s at her mercy. Stiles squeezes his eyes shut, struggling for air. “No,” he gasps. His head feels like it’s about to explode, making him blind to the rest of the pain in his body. He curls his fingers into tight fists and tries to get the ground back underneath him. The tip of his shoe helplessly drags over the dirty stones. Every fiber of his body wants him to beg, but he won’t. His vision darkens. Stiles can barely see her face any longer, despite forcing himself to look her in the eye. 

Until he finds himself on the cold ground, gasping for air. Black spots dance in his vision. He’s trying to breathe, but it feels like no matter how deep he inhales, it’s just not enough. It’s not enough. Panicked and with effort, he brings his hands to his throat. Even the smallest touch stings.   

Muffled laughter fills the room. Kate grabs his chin and pulls him close enough that they’re sharing the same air for a few seconds. “Sooner or later, you’ll tell me where your mate is. They all do.” With another sinister smile, she lets go of him and stands up. 

Stiles collapses to the ground, hardly stopping his head from banging against the unforgiving ground for the umpteenth time. His vision blurs further. He can’t make out Kate’s boots. He’s not even sure if she’s still facing him. Stiles sucks in a breath. “Fuck you.” Speaking hurts. His voice is nothing more than a rasp, barely even audible to himself. 

But Kate heard him. Without any warning, she kicks him in the stomach hard enough he skids across the ground and slams into a wall. 

A violent scream is ripped from him. The sound is broken, clawing at Stiles’ throat. Pain floods his mind, echoing through his body with every beat of his heart. Consciousness is slipping away from him rapidly. Stiles is trying his best to keep his eyes open, but his body is giving up on him. 

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Stiles glances at his phone. “I’ll be there in 40 minutes.” Unless his jeep is dying on him, which does not seem that way. It has been behaving wonderfully ever since he left for Beacon Hills hours ago. It’s a rare opportunity, but it does happen. 

Derek lets out a breath. “It’s late. You should have stayed at a motel.” 

“Where I couldn’t have fallen asleep?” Stiles taps a finger against the steering wheel. “You and I both know it’s better if I just keep driving. Besides,” he continues, setting the blinker, “I wanna be with you.” As much as he loves the FBI program, he hates being so far away from Derek for long periods of time. It’s making him nervous. Beacon Hills always brings new horrors to town whether Stiles is there or not. Derek and the others are strong, but he prefers to be around for the fight and especially the aftermath. 

Another beat of silence, and another reason why he hates being away from Derek. Talking over the phone isn't fun because Derek is terrible with words and Stiles has too many of them. He needs to see Derek's face. But they can't always have a video call. So, sometimes Stiles talks Derek's ear off, and other times, well, no. They aren't really other times. Stiles is terrible with silence. 

"Come on, big guy. It's not like people are on the road at this time of night." Stiles shifts in his seat and glances in his rearview mirror. A long stretch of darkness is all he can see. Come to think of it, Stiles doesn't remember how long ago he'd seen the last car. People don't like the night in Beacon County. Hard to blame them. "I'll be fine. 35 more minutes! Enjoy the silence until then." 

Derek huffs, but it sounds suspiciously like he's trying to bite back a laugh. 

"I love you, Sourwolf."

"I—" Whatever Derek replies is drowned by bright lights, metal crashing into metal, and then there's nothing.

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Stiles is ripped out of his dream. He winces as he's pulled into a sitting position. His ribs, his head— his whole body feels like it's on fire. The world around him feels wrong, almost out of balance. His right ear isn’t ringing any longer; it’s roaring. He takes a deep breath, blinking his eyes multiple times. His surroundings, however, don’t get any clearer. Kate’s face, no matter how close, is a blurry mess just like everything else in the room. 

“We’re not done here, little emissary," she smiles, fingers curling tightly around his chin once more. Her voice sounds strange, and distant like she's standing on the other side of the room instead of crouching right in front of him. “You’ve still got secrets to spill.” 

Stiles wants to punch her, but his arms refuse to cooperate. Every part of his body refused to move. His eyes flutter shut despite his best attempts at keeping them open. 

Kate pats his cheek. 

A moment later, Stiles’s arms are ripped above his head. He lets out a whimper, too exhausted to even scream. The chain around his wrists tightens, dragging him across the floor and onto his feet in the middle of the room — right back to where he woke up the first time what feels like weeks ago. It seems like he cannot escape it. 

"See, Stiles, I don't want to hurt you." Kate brushes her fingertips over his cheek. Even this slight touch stings. 

Stiles forces his eyes open and swallows. “You’re never going to find him.” His split lip opens up again. Every single word feels like it’s torn from his throat, but Stiles refuses to back down. He looks her in the eye and wishes he had the energy to headbutt her. All he can now hope for is that he’s not passing out. 

The smile on Kate’s lips is replaced by a smile. “Oh, I will,” she snaps, clearly at the end of her patience, “even if I have to use parts of you as bait.” 

“Good luck.” 

Sighing theatrically, Kate lets go of the chain. Without the support holding him up, Stiles collapses. His legs refuse to carry him, and he’s not fast enough to move his arms. The fall stops abruptly, his head banging against the ground in an explosion of pain and light. Stiles sucks in a deep breath, panic, and pain battling for the upper hand. There are hands on his body. Someone moves him. 

A face appears above him. Blonde wavy hair frames a smile. Her lips are moving, but Stiles can’t make out the words she’s saying. He knows her, but Stiles’ brain refuses to connect a name to her face. He blinks and he’s in the air, arms wrapped around him with no recollection of how he suddenly got there. Stiles draws his brows together, trying to place the familiar stoic expression on someone he knows.

Stiles blinks again. This time, bright light burns his eyes. He squeezes them shut instantly. People are talking, throwing around words he’s sure he’s heard before, yet they refuse to make sense. Slowly, he opens his eyes again, this time prepared for the harsh lighting above him. The world starts to piece together around him. Breathing is easier despite the odd pressure around his mouth and nose. 

“Welcome back, sweetheart.” A woman smiles down at him. Her face looks unfamiliar, but he’s not worried about her. As long as it's not Kate, he’s safe. 

When the woman vanishes from his field of vision, another face appears. 

One he could never forget. 

“Derek.” Stiles smiles. His split lip hurts like hell, but right now that’s the worst pain. “It’s not—” Talking is almost impossible. His voice still sounds weird, and his throat hurts whenever he tries to. Still, Derek needs to know. “It’s not… not your fault.” He wants to reach out, but his left arm feels too heavy to move. 

Derek kisses his hand, squeezing his eyes shut tightly. There’s a slight tremble in his fingers as they press a little harder against Stiles’ skin. For a second, Derek holds onto him then he takes a shaky breath and looks at him again. He tries to smile, but it fails spectacularly. His eyes are red-rimmed, almost as if he’s been crying. He shakes his head. “Don’t talk.” 

Closing his eyes, Stiles nods slowly. “Love you.” 

Fingers brush over his forehead. “I love you too.”

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#sterek #eternalsterek #derek hale #stiles stilinski #teen wolf #derek x stiles #stiles x derek #*tv:teen wolf #*w:complete #*w:bthb *s:sterek

[triskhellion]

Legs

Rated: Explicit (4.3k)

Relationship: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale

Tags: POV Stiles, Werecreature Stiles, Tall Stiles, Pack Beta Derek, AU - No Hale Fire, Getting Together, Stiles & Derek are College Students & Little Shits with Big Dicks, Piercings, Dry Humping, Spanking, Marking, Derek's Ass, Smut & Snark, Explicit Sex Acts, Bottom-ish Derek, Praise Kink, Dirty Talk, Balto References.

Summary: The one where Werecreature Stiles works at the mall and crosses paths with his crush, Derek, upstairs at the movie theater after close.

Super Blue Moon prompts: 13, Black Cherry, [spoiler*,] Special & Summer

“Thank fucking God,” Stiles muttered to himself as the key finally turned in the lock after jiggling the damn door until everything lined up just right. 

He shoved his work keys into his right pocket and then ran his hand through shaggy mid-length hair — his natural espresso brown with thick streaks of dark red — as a small plastic bag dangled from his other wrist. Sighing in relief, he headed down the maze of employee corridors behind the stores on the second floor of Beacon Mall.

Being a supervisor at Spox left much to be desired, especially in the summer, but at least he got a discount on the bullshit that the wannabe Spencer’s/Hot Topic sold. He even got stuff for free if it was about to be tossed for one reason or another. Jacob happened to drop a bottle of nail polish in his favorite color — Black Cherry, of course — on the concrete floor in back and while it didn’t actually crack where it mattered a piece of the top broke off and it got pretty scratched up, so now it was his. There was also a partially mangled GIR figurine, which only improved it in his opinion.

Stiles was looking forward to redoing his nails when he got home or maybe tomorrow afternoon on his day off, but first he was going to catch a movie at the multiplex upstairs. 

Hanging back from the ticket counter, he was weighing his options when he caught movement out of the corner of his eye. Glancing over, he saw a multigenerational group of mostly dark haired, dark appareled people who were all unfairly attractive. Hales.

He knew that they were wolves and, as far as he could tell, the older ones knew that he was something, though not what. 

His kind were fairly rare, at least in the States, because feline shifters were much more likely to mate with humans and then usually had human children when they did, unlike their canine cousins. Stiles happened to be the not quite 1 in 3 offspring of a such a mating to take after the shifter parent, his mother. 

In addition, while their more solitary nature could help them fly under the radar, it also left them vulnerable to Hunters or other hostile creatures if they were actually detected. (It wasn’t that they’d never join up with other Weres or live in larger groups, but it would have to be something the individual actively wanted rather than a need or custom.) They had a natural masking ability — some extra bit of magic perhaps — that let them conceal their scent and other body signs at will, but that too could give them away if used at the wrong time.

And then historically, well, wolves didn’t often care to have other predators on their territory and also had a very annoying habit of trying to claim that everything was their territory. As if the the absence of another pack meant an area wasn’t really claimed or that they didn’t have to share. Stiles wasn’t worried about the Hales hunting him, though. Things were much more civilized these days and they didn’t seem to be the “Retvrn” sort.

He’d seen the middle child of the Alpha, Derek, around Beacon Hills High before the overachieving beta graduated a couple years ahead of him. They were both at BHU now, soon to start their senior and sophomore years respectively, and Stiles would be lying if he said he didn’t make sure that he still saw him around occasionally despite having no classes in common on the sprawling campus. 

The guy was gorgeous and by all accounts a decent person despite being a popular and rather audacious jock. I mean, football, swimming, basketball, and lacrosse over his high school career? Ridiculous. Derek had finally settled on the latter when he went to BHU on a scholarship and was currently captain of the team.

Stiles had tried out for lacrosse himself the year after Derek graduated, though with the exception of a few shining moments of glory he mostly warmed the bench with Scott. Track and field was more his speed, which he finally realized senior year. The 300m dash, 110m hurdle, high jump, and triple jump were his chosen events. 

The Hales had been there at the state championship to cheer on Peter’s recently discovered daughter, Malia, in her commanding performance in the 3,000m run and javelin for neighboring Oak View High. Stiles had clipped a hurdle and gone down rather embarrassingly in the middle of his first race, but won bronze in the high jump and gold in the triple jump and 300m dash. 

Their eyes locked briefly during the team celebrations after the meet, an amused smile on Derek’s face as he watched Scott tug him away toward the group heading for the diner. He looked back a few times as Derek was approached by fans on the lacrosse team and then rejoined by his girlfriend at the time, Paige, and they wandered off together. 

That was pretty much the extent of their interactions, but when Stiles got home late that night he brought himself off to thoughts of the wolf between his legs.

Back in the here and now, he suddenly realized that he’d been staring and looked away to find that one of the younger present Hales — Cora if he remembered correctly — was observing him with a smirk. He turned back to the schedule board and worried his bottom lip, playing with the black snakebite studs underneath. Well, at least they won’t *smell* what I was thinking about. When he glanced over again Derek was now watching him too, eyebrows raised and that same amused smile on his face.

Stiles nodded in greeting, trying to act nonchalant and likely failing. There were murmurs and giggles behind him as he walked up to the bored looking employee with Electric Lizard green afro puffs. Shayna, who frequented his store and hooked him up with free snacks and premium showings if the right people were checking stubs in return for discounts and discontinued items.

His fingers started tapping on the counter when moments later the wolves also stepped up to buy tickets in the line beside him and he could practically feel the weight of their collective attention. They’d opted for the same sci-fi action-thriller, but Stiles was “upgraded” to the 3D IMAX and the Hales were content with a regular screening starting fifteen minutes later, so they weren’t in the same theater. He wasn’t sure if he was more relieved or disappointed. 

As luck would have it though, he and Derek ended up going for a bathroom break at the same time, black lined whiskey brown eyes meeting hazel-green in the mirror above the sinks.

“Stilinski.” 

“Hale.”

Stiles was surprised that the upperclassman actually knew who he was. Probably Cora’s doing. 

Derek turned and leaned back between the basins while drying his hands with a paper towel, nostrils flaring and blatantly checking him out. Stiles snorted and turned sideways, shaking his hands and leaving damp spots on his t-shirt as he crossed his arms and waited for the inevitable question. 

“So, I know this is rude and all, but I just have to ask—“

“Do you, really? Is there a gun to your head?” he snarked.

Derek grinned, tossing the crumpled paper into the bin over his shoulder without looking, and sidled closer smelling of curiosity and attraction. He lowered his voice conspiratorially even though they were the only ones in there.

“What are you?”

Stiles sighed and straightened up to his full nearly 6’3”, gazing down into the werewolf’s eyes as if searching for some kind of assurance. It wasn’t forbidden to tell or anything, but he’d never done so before and wasn’t certain that it was a good idea. If it’d be a whole thing with the Hales or make the cocky beta that he’d been stupidly crushing on run the other way. 

“I’m not going to hurt you,” Derek said emphatically, his face growing serious for a few moments before breaking into a grin again. “Not even if you’re a sweet little rabbit or something. But you’re not a bouncing bunny boy, are you?”

Stiles bared his teeth and showed a hint of fang. “No.”

“I didn’t think so.” Derek winked and waited expectantly.

Lips threatening to twitch into a smile, he rolled his eyes and let his arms drop, swinging his right hand up and making a circular motion. “Guess.”

“Hmm…”  

Assessing eyes looked him over again and warm fingers reached to take his wrist, bringing it towards that handsome, stubbled face to sniff at the thin skin over his rapid pulse. A light kiss was placed in the center of his palm. 

“Large hands,” Derek mused, replacing his mouth with a grazing thumb and then staring down at size 15 sneakers — what else, black and dark red — which had to be ordered from a speciality store. “Larger feet.” 

He was already flushing when that hungry gaze landed on the crotch of his black skinny jeans, which were getting progressively tighter, before meeting his again. Blown pupils ringed in gold and the heady spicy-sweet scent of arousal. “Large…everything?”

Stiles licked his lips and then they were kissing, the wolf delving into his mouth and backing him against the side wall. He let Derek take control a little longer, enjoying his eagerness and the curiosity about his jewelry. Then he slinked down and out of the cage of those muscular arms to push him face first into the white tiles. 

“What do you think?” Stiles hissed, grinding against Derek’s ass and earning a moan when he nipped an earlobe.

Minutes later he was leading them through the service corridors, each with a strategically placed outer layer held in front of them (flannel and leather jacket respectively,) and into a dim storeroom. He was pressed back into the closing door, a hot mouth latching onto his throat as soon as they were shut inside. 

Stiles froze momentarily, unused to allowing another predator access to such a vulnerable area, but he made himself relax and enjoy the enthusiastic attention. Eventually, he grasped Derek’s head and pulled it back so that he could take his turn, gently biting and licking over unguarded flesh before finally bringing their roving lips and tongues together. When they came up for air he had a calf wrapped behind Derek’s knee and there was a hand running under his hiked up thigh leaving a trail of tingles through the soft, stretchy denim.

“Long legs,” Derek whispered, squeezing and making him jolt, the motion driving Stiles’ hardness into his. Half-lidded eyes flashed beta gold and he let his own glow a bright, pale green. “Beautiful.”

He blushed and began to rub himself against Derek from face to abdomen, loving the way the other man’s scruff prickled and burned his cheeks. Holding onto his shoulders, Stiles rocked his pelvis into him and Derek responded in kind. At some point in the haze of grinding and kissing they ended up on the floor, the wolf on top of him pulling up his shirt to play with his nipples and rutting between his thighs.

Stiles was snaking an arm between them to undo their pants when Derek stilled and groaned, coming at the brush of his hand. To hell with it, Stiles thought, glomming onto him and writhing shamelessly, finding the hair trigger hot and not wanting him to be embarrassed. When he was close he pulled his cock out of his jeans, pumped a few times, and came into his fist. 

“Fuck,” he breathed as he flopped down, withdrawing his hand. He was contemplating getting up and grabbing one of the rolls of toilet paper stacked on the other side of the room or just wiping it on his flannel a few feet away, but Derek grabbed his forearm and very deliberately brought it towards his mouth. Stiles let his fingers open and a hot tongue darted over and between them, still golden eyes holding his gaze his while licking him clean.

“Fuck,” he moaned, his cock twitching in a valiant attempt to get hard again.  

Derek chuckled and slid off to the side their legs still tangled together. A text came in for him soon after and he rolled his eyes, sending one back while absently carding Stiles’ hair as they basked in the afterglow.

Setting the phone down, Derek took his hand once more — thicker fingers playing with his and complimenting his nail polish — and told him how he had seen him around campus, but didn’t think he actually had a chance with the “cool, unimpressed freshman” until Cora mentioned his apparent interest (i.e., blatant staring.)

Stiles was surprised, but quite pleased. He didn't think Derek would notice him at all after he decided not to continue his athletic endeavors at BHU. As much as he enjoyed the events and being on the team he loved his free time more, especially because he already had an academic scholarship and wanted to be able to work and help his dad.

“Well, “I’ve had a crush on you since freshman year of high school, so…”

Derek smiled all crinkly and adorable, kissing his nose and letting go of his hand to pet his belly. Stiles closed his eyes and melted into the warm, rhythmic sensation. Soothing. Possessive. Before he knew it he had unconsciously began to purr. 

Sounds of amusement and epiphany followed and when he looked up Derek was wearing a wide grin.

“You’re a cat!”

Stiles made an affronted noise. “Sure, if you’re a dog.” 

“Come here, pretty kitty,” Derek crooned, pspspsing at him and dangling fingers overhead. Stiles caught his arm and bit it, eliciting a dramatic “Ow!” despite the lack of blood.

“Cats love bite,” he shrugged mischievously.

“Wow, you’re already admitting that you love me...” 

Stiles sputtered and then snatched the still unlocked phone from the smug wolf, keeping it out of reach long enough to send himself a text. He begrudgingly got up once Derek wrestled it back, wishing they could stay longer but not wanting to push his luck. 

After straightening and dusting their clothes, helping each other where they couldn’t reach, Stiles kissed him — squeezing his ass one more time — and pulled him back into the hallway after a quick scan. He wasn’t concerned about the security guards supposedly watching the monitors because he had it on good authority that most of the cameras back here were useless.

Shayna raised her eyebrows and smirked when they returned to the theater and he did his best impression of wide-eyed innocence. They parted ways outside the auditorium where the rest of the Hales were apparently enjoying a massive explosion. 

“Later, Legs,” Derek called.

Stiles flipped him off over his shoulder as he walked away grinning like a fool.

The next weekend found him standing in the Preserve around noon, just across from Hale territory after sending his coordinates. Checking the reply, he removed his custom seamless niobium lip rings and carefully placed them in a tiny ziplock bag in his pocket next to his wallet and some wet wipes before undressing and bundling up his things. He dropped into his full shift. 

Stiles didn’t do the whole shebang all that often, but it was frequent enough to make having to re-pierce himself kinda annoying. Transforming immediately closed the holes and the time he tried just leaving his jewelry in…well, let’s just say they migrated in unexpected and hilariously unfortunate ways. It screwed up his nails too, but this was worth it.  

He twisted and stretched, extending and retracting his claws, and then climbed into a tree to wait. It wasn’t long before a large black wolf came sniffing around. Silently he crouched, his scent and and heart beat hidden, and then jumped down right behind him, swatting the startled canine’s backside and immediately taking off. He laughed internally as an indignant howl trailed behind him. 

After evading among the trees, climbing and taunting when his pursuer got too close, Stiles finally jumped down and let himself be chased into the open. He was tackled moments later, but turned to get his hind paws between them, claws poised against the wolf’s belly just as fangs gripped his throat. A stalemate. Warm air rushed across his neck from an amused huff and they both slowly pulled back, shifting forms. 

Derek gave him a look of admiration 

“A lynx! No wonder you have legs for days…gorgeous.”  

“You’re not too bad yourself, Balto,” Stiles replied, blushing. He sat up and knocked their shoulders together, laughing at Derek’s glare and drinking in the sight of his naked body. Fingers traced over scrunched up eyebrows. “Oh, too good to save the kids from diphtheria, are we? For shame…” 

With a growl the wolf pounced on him again and grabbed his wrists, holding them against the ground above his head. 

“When in Nome,” Derek smirked, leaning in and licking his face. Stiles giggled and kissed him, enjoying the feel of skin on skin even as he prepared to strike. 

In the blink of an eye he had them rolled over, wrenching an arm free and straddling a surprised Derek with claws to his neck. He flashed his eyes and the beta submitted, baring more of his throat. 

“Good boy,” he purred, delighting in how Derek whined and squirmed beneath him. Pleasure, embarrassment, and arousal bloomed in the late summer air. 

Stiles nipped and licked over his chest, moving further down to wrap a hand around his nice, big cock and jack the thick, velvety shaft. Precum beaded at the tip and he lapped it up before stretching wide to suck and slide to where he grasped the base. He wished he still had his lip rings in for this, but alas, another time. 

After edging Derek to his heart’s content — mouthing his balls and leaving pretty dark red bruises on his inner thighs, teasing around the head and enveloping him to the root in turns — Stiles finally relented and let him come. He swallowed everything that Derek had to give, including the remnants of his desperate cries when he crawled back up and licked into his parted lips, sharing the taste of him. 

“My turn,” Stiles breathed, guiding him over onto his belly and settling behind him. 

He gave silent thanks to the sports gods for the work of art that was Derek’s ass and palmed it with both hands, spreading him. Letting saliva spill into the cleft, he rubbed over his hole with a thumb. Should’ve brought lube, but I’ll make do for now.

“So, um, you don’t have spines do you?” Derek asked, looking over his shoulder. 

Stiles chuckled. “I do actually.” At the wolf’s worried expression he added, “But only in my beta shift and they’re more of a ribbed for her — or his — pleasure thing, like little knobs. Not a ‘painfully raking your insides to stimulate ovulation’ thing.” 

Derek sighed in relief.

“Besides, as much as I want to, I’m not gonna fuck you right now,” he said, adjusting his position. “Don’t want to hurt you…well, just a little. In a good way.” He made the barest motion of paddling and Derek gasped, sticking his ass out. Stiles smiled and shook his head. “How did I get so lucky?”

He ran his hand over those plump cheeks and then spanked them four times in quick succession, alternating sides before caressing them again. Derek grunted and hissed as a harder four landed in a different pattern, which turned to moans as the heated flesh was soothed. Another four came down and then a final unexpected smack across the center a moment later. Lucky number 13.

The sounds Derek continued to make were music to Stiles’s ears as he massaged his tender bottom. He spit into the crease again and then his right palm, stroking himself. His own cock was maybe an inch or so slimmer and longer and he guided it between those lovely, reddened cheeks and plastered himself to Derek’s back, nuzzling at his temple. The fact that they hadn’t healed yet because the wolf didn’t want them to made him harder still.

“Yeah, believe me, I was freaked out myself when I hit puberty and tried to do some reading,” Stiles admitted, picking up their prior conversation. “Spines, what the fuck? I thought I’d either never get laid or get sent to prison.”

They both laughed, the shaking of their stacked bodies doing pleasurable things, and then he threaded their fingers together and began to move. Stiles described exactly how he planned to fuck him next time as he rutted against him. His glans dragged over Derek’s rim on longer thrusts and it made him growl, so close to burying himself within the currently pliant wolf who instinctively tilted his hips and pushed back.

“Mmm…you want it so bad, don’t you, puppy? Hungry to be fucked and filled like a good boy should?” 

Derek’s ears turned pink, but he nodded and whispered “Yes.”

“What was that?” he asked with a wicked grin, stopping and pressing his leaking tip against Derek’s hole.

“Yes, I want you to fuck and fill me!” 

Stiles set his teeth to the nape of Derek’s neck and groaned. 

“That’s my good boy.” He started moving again, changing to shorter, swiveling movements as his pleasure built. “Soon, I promise. And then I’m gonna ride on that pretty, fat cock of yours. Make it all mine. Gonna come on it and cover you in my spunk while I milk you dry. Would you like that, puppy?” 

“Yes, Stiles. Please.”

That fervent plea was enough to tip him over the edge and hot cum flooded between Derek's cheeks, a few spurts reaching his lower back, as he continued to climax. Stiles rested for a few moments when he was done, kissing his lover’s shoulders and then gently squeezing his hands before letting go and easing off. He bit his lower lip at the sight of his handiwork, trailing two fingers through the mess trickling down Derek’s crack and onto his balls.

Circling his hole, Stiles pushed them inside when Derek relaxed and then slid them out to scoop up more up more cum before plunging them in deeper. The wolf whined when he did it again, brushing over that sensitive bundle of nerves. He pumped his fingers a few more times and then stilled with a sigh. There, properly marked.

Stiles gave a last playful bite to that delectable derrière and withdrew, wiping his hand in the grass. Just as he was about to suggest hanging out somewhere else he heard his phone chime in the distance, an alert that meant it was from someone at the store. 

He groaned in annoyance. There was no way in hell he was going in today — he’d lie and say he was out of town if he had to — but maybe they just needed to ask a question or something. Quickly shifting back, Stiles butted heads and then licked Derek’s face with his rough tongue before loping back. 

He was dressed and up in a tree again after telling Jacob how to price the new vampire-themed lava lamps when the black wolf came ambling by a few minutes later, head sweeping from side to side and then falling rather dejectedly. His heart simultaneously ached and rejoiced at the display. He liiikes me, he misses me alreeeady, Stiles sang internally. 

“You gotta start looking up, dude,” he said out loud.

Derek startled and gave him a lupine glare, but by the time he was back on two legs a grin was winning out.

“You’re still here.”

“Duh,” Stiles scoffed, dropping his concealment and climbing down to drape his arms around him. Derek pressed him against the trunk, diving into his neck and inhaling deeply. His mouth soon followed, leaving bruises that Stiles would do his best to keep. Properly marked, he thought, grinning.

He was purring when Derek took a step back and looked at him like he was something special. 

“So I never did finish that movie…what with the coming in my pants and deciding to go home rather than back inside to be mocked by my entire family.“ Stiles preened smugly. “Well, mocked more. Wanna see it again with me?”

“Sure.” 

There were definitely parts he’d missed even after returning to his showing. It was one of those movies where you really had to pay attention to the details to fully understand what was going on and he was quite distracted. Of course, there was also a non-zero chance that they’d get especially distracted again, but if so they’d just have to keep going until they saw it all. Stiles took Derek’s outstretched hand and walked with him into Hale territory. 

“But let’s go to a different theater this time. No mall on my day off.” 

“As you wish-pspspsps,” Derek proclaimed with an exaggerated bow.

Stiles pushed him over and skipped out of the way of his counter lunge.

“I’m too quick for you, Balto.”

“Bet I can reach the house before you do, Puss in Vans.”

Stiles cackled. Damn, direct hit. He wasn't wearing them now, but did in fact have multiple pairs of the skateboarding shoes.

“Well, these are your woods, but fine. Point me in the right direction and if I win, I get to drive your Camaro, Benji.”

Derek snorted and directed him to a trail heading NE. “Not gonna happen, but sure. And if I win?”

“You get to fuck me first.”

It’s not his fault that Derek was still processing those words when he ran off. 

For the second time that afternoon Stiles laughed while the wolf chased after him, though in their human forms the outcome would be more uncertain this time. He might excel at sprinting, but his long legs could go for miles.

And no matter who came in first, he was going to win either way.

*Lynx!

#hi! #I finished a thing! #throws down smut and disappears back into the ether #sterek #sterek fanfic #s&s super blue moon #sbm13 #sbmblackcherry #sbm? #sbmspecial #sbmsummer #trisk #sbm trisk

[lavender-lotion]

General Audiences | No Archive Warnings Apply | M/M | Teen Wolf (TV) | Deucalion/Stiles Stilinski | Stiles Stilinski, Deucalion (Teen Wolf) | Season/Series 03, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Werecreatures, Flirting, Mates

“How very interesting,” Deucalion murmured as he tipped his head to the side. He was still relying on his hearing, which was interesting. “Are you going to come out?” Stiles snorted. Still, he stepped into the clearing where he’d trapped Deucalion and inspected the circle of mountain ash to make sure it was completed. “That’s a neat trick.” Deucalion took a deep breath, his nostrils flaring. “Oh, don’t you smell interesting.” “It’s rude to smell people like that,” Stiles muttered.

written for the @teenwolfrarepairevents character of the month!

#lavenderlotion #my writing #teen wolf #stiles stilinski #deucalion #stalion

[sterek-ao3feed-archive]

The Fox & The Wolf

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50490034 by sinna_bon “I’m a what?” Deaton gives Stiles a small, patient smile. “I believe that you’re developing into a different form of shifter, Stiles. Is that so hard to believe?” “I was bit by a werewolf!” Stiles huffs, feeling exasperated at the entire situation. Sure, he’s more awake and energized than he’s felt in months, but he’s also restless and snappy and having a hell of a time adjusting to the new changes in his body. Getting bitten so close to the full moon definitely didn’t help. “Shouldn’t that mean I’m turning into a wolf?” --- Or, Stiles gets bit by a rogue werewolf, but ends up a different kind of shifter. Words: 1816, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Alan Deaton, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Lydia Martin, Erica Reyes, Isaac Lahey Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: Angst with a Happy Ending, Stiles is a little down about being bit, Derek Helps him through it, supportive pack, Fox Stiles Stilinski, Werefox Stiles Stilinski, Full Shift Werecreature Stiles Stilinski, Full Shift Werewolf Derek Hale, Kissing, True Mates, Scenting, sterek read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/50490034

#Sterek #Stiles Stilinski/Derek Hale #Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski #IFTTT #ao3feed #ao3feed Sterek #fanfic

[mercheswan]

Steospooktober - Mirrors

He should I have known. How could he have been so stupid as to trust a witch? He accepted the cursed mirror and he even hung it in his bedroom.

He couldn’t react fast enough. When he saw his own reflection smiling devilishly at him, it was too late. He was pulled inside by the mirror version copy of him. Now he is trapped, and some kind of creature is pretending to be him and going directly to were his pack is. Undoubtedly with the intention of hurting them.

Stiles needs to get out of there immediately.

~~~~~~~~~

“You’re late” Lydia says opening the door of his house and letting Stiles in.

“Sorry. I had a last minute mishap. The house is looking great” Stiles comments as he glared around the room, which is perfectly decorated for Halloween.

“Who do you think you’re talking to?” Lydia offers her cheek and Stiles gives it a little kiss before entering to the living room.

“Hey Stiles!” Liam greets him with a big smile.

Stiles returns the smile and searches around the room. He has a mission. A target. And He finds him. The Alpha. He smirks dangerously and moves to greet Scott. Once he eliminates him, he can finally be free.

“Stiles” A voice calls stopping him.

“Theo” Stiles answers facing the Chimera.

“We haven’t had to change to—” As Theo comes closer, he notices something strange. Stiles’ scent is not quite right.

“What?” Stiles asks, a hint of irritation in his voice.

Theo moves closer. He stands right in front of Stiles and meets his eyes.

“What are you doing? Move away! Don’t be creepy, Theo” Stiles clicks his tongue. He turns around, showing his back to the Chimera when suddenly, he is grabbed hardly and shoved violently to the wall.

Stiles hisses in pain. “What the hell..”

“Theo! Theo what are you doing?” Scott asks in an urgent voice.

“Dude, have you lost it?”

“You can’t do that!”

“Theo, let Stiles go” Scott orders, his eyes glowing red.

Theo answers tightening his hold on Stiles’ neck. “This is not Stiles”

The rooms turns heavy. The rest of the members of the pack engage surprised and alarmed looks.

“What are you talking about!? Have you lost it? Scott.. Scott do something” Stiles stares at the Alpha.

“Theo… what are you talking about!”

“Look on his eyes! His scent” Theo argues.

Stiles struggles to get off the Chimera’s hold. Scott moves closer. “You’re right…” He says after sniffing Stiles. “The scent it’s different… how do you…”

“Stiles has a very peculiar scent… that’s not important! What matter now it’s…” Theo’s claws stick into Stiles’ skin. “Where’s the real one… if you have hurt him…”

Stiles expression morphs into a dangerous and evil one. “Oh? What would you do to me?”

The werecreatures of the room responde by glowing their eyes and showing their teeth.

“Who are you and what do you want” Scott questions.

“Let’s just kill him” Malia growls.

“You won’t get Stiles if you kill me” Fake Stiles smirks maliciously.

“We don’t know if they are connected. We can’t risk it” Mason reasons.

“It’s different from the Nogitsune…” Lydia says. “But it’s a perfect clone… almost like a reflection…”

Theo’s eyes widen. “Didn’t Stiles get a mirror from that Witch…”

Fake Stiles’s heart skips a beat, which doesn’t go unnoticed by the Chimera and the True Alpha.

“I think we have a winner” Theo smirks.

Grabbing the faux Stiles, they move to the Stilinski’s household. When they enter the room they see the mirror hung in the wall.

“Stiles, Stiles, Can you hear me!” Lydia calls looking in the mirror. The Banshee can feel his friend’s presence on the other side of the glass, but she can’t see him.

On the other hand, Stiles is able to see his Pack in the room. He keeps banging the glass but they can’t hear him. “Break it! Break the glass!”

Break it! Break the glass!

The voice reaches Theo’s ears like a faint whisper. But he can recognize the it. “Break the glass”

The Pack turns to look at the Chimera.

“What?”

“We don’t know if we can do that. What if we trap Stiles inside forever” Lydia argues.

“But Stiles is telling us to break it” Theo insists.

“Stiles? Which Stiles?” Liam questions confused.

“You didn’t heard him?” Theo asks surprised.

“What are you talking about!” Malia protests.

“Right now. I could hear Stiles’ voice, he wants us to break the glass” Theo explains.

“Is it true? Will it free our friend?” Scott asks the fake Stiles.

“It could. Or, as the Banshee said, it could trap him in there forever. Then, I could permanently take this form.” Stiles smirks mischievously.

“We can’t risk it” Malia claims.

“We can go to the library, find some information about this, maybe we can discover how to help Stiles” Mason suggests.

“But Stiles…” Theo glares at Scott.

“Theo, I didn’t hear anything. Maybe you’re imagining his voice” Scott tells the Chimera.

No. Break it. Break it! I-I think that if you wait too long… i might not be able to go back!

This time Theo hears the voice more clearly. And more desperate. He knows that he is not imagining it.

Theo shoves the fake Stiles towards Liam, and quickly lives to be mirror, lifting his hand to smash it into pieces.

“Theo no!” “Wait!” “STOP!”

The Chimera’s hand hit the mirror and the glass breaks falling into the floor. Some of the pieces covered in Theo’s blood.

The Pack stays in silent, watching the broken mirror, waiting for Stiles to appear. But, after a few seconds nothing happens.

“This his all your fault!” Malia’s eyes glow in pure fury, she roars loudly, preparing to attack.

“Malia stop!” The door of Stiles’ room opens abruptly, showing Stiles in the other side. “Theo freed me. He did as I asked him to”

“Stiles!” “Oh thank god!” “Where did you come from?”

“My father’s mirror. I don’t know why I came out of that one.” Stiles explains.

“The mirror world is connected. Every mirror can be enchanted” Lydia murmurs.

“Then we can trap this things again, right? We just need another mirror” Liam says.

“Yes I think so.” Lydia nods. “This is a good chance to see if your magic has advanced Stiles” Lydia smirks challenging.

“Hey! I managed to contact to this world from inside the mirror! I would say that a proof of power right there” Stiles scoff as laugh.

“But only Theo was able to hear you. Not even me. How curious that is” Lydia tilts her head teasingly.

“It proves that Chimera’s ears are better that ordinary werewolves ones” Theo huffs.

“Even if you trap me back, you won’t be able to stop her” Faux Stiles glares changeling at the original one.

“It’s Halloween night. Her powers will be stronger than any other day. Even if I didn’t manage to obtain the Alpha spark, you’re no match against her” Mirror Stiles explains. “Your magic powers can’t compete to hers” He says looking at Stiles.

“But he is not alone” Scott responds.

“We need to find a way to get this thing back into the mirror. And prepare to fight a powerful witch. Why did I expect our Halloween night to be a peaceful one?” Mason huffs.

“Yeah, we should learn that that’s never going to happen to us” Liam pats his friend’s back.

“Let’s call Deaton and Argent. To see what they know about this” Lydia glares at Scott.

“All right” Scott nods. “Let’s stay together, so they can make any more mirror copies of us” The Alpha says.

The Pack moves downstairs with their captured mirror creature. But, before Theo exists the room and hand grabs him by the wrist.

“Thank you Theo” Stiles says meeting eyes with the Chimera.

“No problem. Try not to trust gift from supernatural creatures in the future.” Theo smirks teasingly.

Stiles chuckles. “Yeah, it just that… I was very eager to learn about the new powers..” Stiles moved his free hand to create some sparks on it. “I let myself be fooled”

“It could happens to us all”

“You’re an expert in that, right? You did manipulate us before”

Theo smirks. “I didn’t manage to fool you, though. I guess the witch has proven to be better than me”

Stiles huffs a laugh. He notices that he is still grabbing Theo’s wrist. The Chimera’ skin is want to the touch. But he wonders why Theo hasn’t let go.

“Are you nervous?” Raeken asks.

“About?”

“She took an interest in you Stiles. She trapped you in there. She wants you out of the picture for some reason. As well as Scott’s spark” Theo reasons.

“Now I have actual powers, even if I didn’t know how to use them or they are not as powerful as hers. It feels good to be able to fight too” Stiles confesses.

“Hold that thought. And well, you have the Pack. They won’t let anything happen to you” Theo argues.

“Yeah, I guess. Although, you were the only one who managed to hear my voice tonight” Stiles locked eyes with the Chimera.

Theo grinned widely. “Well, at least you know that I will come to support you if you call again”

Theo’s kind eyes make Stiles feel a great source of power from inside. Instinctively, he tugs the Chimera’s wrist and pulls him towards him. Stiles pushes their lips together in a open mouthed kiss.

Stiles feels powerful. “Yeah, don’t leave my side”. Theo smirks seductively.

They have a witch to get rid of.

#steo #stiles stilinski #theo raeken #teen wolf #steospooktober vol.4 #magic stiles #scott mccall #lydia martin #malia tate #liam dunbar #mirror au #stiles x theo #the mccall pack #teen wolf au #steo au #steo fic

[sapphireginger]

Title: Paw Patrol: Chapter #2

Summary:

The bell to his door jingled as someone entered and he put on a smile. “Hello, welcome to Mischief Makers and Healers. How can I help or heal you today?” Stiles was the proud owner of a store that was part bookstore, part apothecary and part magic shop. He had designed it to look like the one his mother had owned and then added a bit of himself to it. He served all kinds of people whether supernatural, human or something in between. 

Square Filled: Store Owner AU

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Warnings:

None

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Steter [Stiles Stilinski + Peter Hale]

@thebo3bingo

Stiles had always taught his children the importance of secrecy when it came to what they were. Werecreatures existed in abundance but werecats, weretigers especially, were very few in number after a rogue hunter and their family wiped out prides of them a few decades ago just after Stiles himself was born. 

He turned his attention to his children who were coloring in their sketch pads at the store counter while Stiles tended to his customers. He smiled at the sight of them. They were the best thing to ever happen to him and he would protect them with his life. A part of him was worried, unable to let go of what happened the day before. It was bad enough that his son was all bloody and bruised but to smell a wolf and wolf pup on top of that, set Stiles’s teeth on edge and made his gums itch. He wasn’t sure he shouldn’t just pull the twins from school and send them to that private school Lydia had suggested and even offered to pay for.

The bell to his door jingled as someone entered and he put on a smile. “Hello, welcome to Mischief Makers and Healers. How can I help or heal you today?”

Stiles was the proud owner of a store that was part bookstore, part apothecary and part magic shop. He had designed it to look like the one his mother had owned and then added a bit of himself to it. He served all kinds of people whether supernatural, human or something in between. 

About midway through Saturday’s hours of operation the door jingled again, and Stiles stood up from the table in the back room where he’d been having lunch with his children. “Welcome to Mischief Makers and Healers. How can I help or heal you today?” he asked, a smile on his face as Cas made faces at her brother.

“I’m not sure,” answered the customer and Stiles looked over only to stiffen subtly. “Hello again.”

“Mr. Hale. How can I help you?”

Peter grimaced at the professionalism but understood it. They were strangers after all. “I wondered if I might have a moment of your time?”

Stiles quirked a brow, his fingers flexing with tension. “You’re welcome to speak freely. We will close soon anyway.”

“Yes. Uh well. I just wanted to say that I’m sorry for my behavior and for my daughter’s as well.”

It was only then that Stiles noticed the wolf pup peek out from behind her dad with a guilty expression on her face. “Well, I appreciate that but neither of you have anything to apologize to me for. My children on the other hand…” he trailed off as the twins emerged and stood side by side with their arms crossed. 

Peter swallowed, feeling confused how such tiny beings could make him, an alpha werewolf, nervous and be so intimidating. He noticed the man smirk momentarily and wondered if that was his proud face. Peter shook his head and knelt down. “Hello. My Nia tells me that your name is Cas and yours is Reyn. Is that right?”

Reyn and Cas pursed their lips and shrugged with Cas being the one to answer. “I’m Caspiana Marjorie Stilinski and this is my brother Reynard Aleksander Stilinski. We go by Cas and Reyn but that’s only for our friends and family to use. We’re not friends nor are we family with you or her.”

Nia’s lip wobbled and she looked away for a moment. Her words were barely audible as she said, “I’m sorry.”

The twins looked at her in surprise as she glanced up at them. “I’m sorry I was so mean and that I h-hurt you. I-I was scared cause all these new kids and then I saw you guys and I was jealous cause you had each other to play with and I had nobody. Then your sissy got sick, and I thought that meant we could play but then you said your daddy is better than my daddy and I got upset cause daddy’s mommy said mean stuff about him and I don’t like it.” She had rambled faster and faster, her breathing getting short, and Peter was panicking himself. He hated when she got worked up like this as it always took hours to get her back down afterwards.

Before he could take even a single step in her direction, Stiles was there, and knelt down in front of her. The scent of lavender surrounded them, and Nia’s eyes widened. She seemed to search the man’s face and whatever she found gave her the reassurance she needed to hug him. 

Peter was shocked, having never seen anyone comfort his daughter in such a way. He watched her sob and shake and then slowly calm down. All the while, Stiles held her, cooed at her, kept up the lavender scent and did something else that Peter couldn’t quite figure out. 

By the time she was calm the twins had put their heads together and made a decision. When Stiles let go of Nia and smiled reassuringly, the twins came over and each took one of her hands.

“We have some colors,” Reyn said.

“And some paper,” Cas replied with a grin.

“Come color with us?” they asked in sync.

Nia sniffled and smiled shyly. “Really?”

When the twins nodded and smiled back, she followed them to the side room and sat down at the table.

✶ 🐺  🐾 ❤︎ 🐾 🐯 ✶

After the twins and Nia were all sequestered in the side room and fully immersed in their drawing, Stiles turned to the wolf, who was staring at him. The look made the amber eyed man blush lightly as he adjusted his glasses. “What?”

Peter shook himself from his thoughts. “How did you do that?”

“Do what?” Stiles asked and then nodded in understanding. “Oh. Well, I know what panic attacks are like and they suck dude. So, I know what helps me and figured it would help her too.”

“Thank you. I—” Peter cut off and tried to clear the lump of emotion lodged in his throat. “She’s had them for a couple years now and I just have no idea how to handle them. My sister used to…” he trailed off and cleared his throat. “Anyway, maybe you have some lavender I could purchase?”

Stiles titled his head. “Lavender? Oh! Of course! I have different kinds as well as some mixtures and then there’s candles, lozenges, spray, mists, air fresheners and more. What would you like?”

Peter blinked, overwhelmed and shrugged. “Whatever you think is best.”

“I could totally tell you that they’re all amazing.”

“Then I’d get them all.”

“What if that was my goal?” Stiles asked, stepping backward to lean against the counter on his elbows. 

Peter followed, his eyes never leaving Stiles’s. “Then I’d say Mischief Makers fits you perfectly.”

They stared at one another, the tension between them foreign and new but not necessarily unwelcome. 

“Daddy!!!” 

The two men snapped apart and Stiles hurried to the side room. “What is it, Cas?”

Cas held up a drawing and beamed. “It’s me, Reyn and Nia! We all got to play as Marshall the Dalmatian, but we all chose different names.”

Nia giggled and pointed to the drawing. “That’s me and I named my puppy Coral like my cousin Cora.”

Reyn smiled and pointed to the drawing. “We all signed it too, Daddy. Do you like it?”

The three children looked at Stiles with hopeful and earnest expressions. “I love it. I think it deserves a place on the Wall of Wonder.”

Nia tilted her head. “What’s the Wall of Wonder?”

She quickly learned it was a wall at the front of the shop where they put up articles, announcements, invitations, drawings and more. Stiles handed Nia a silver thumbtack and helped her put the drawing up.

When the twins high fived her, Nia felt so much better. She looked over at her dad and was surprised to find him staring at Mr. Tinski. She wondered why he had that look on his face. She’d seen Aunt Talia with that look and then her cousin Cora too but that was silly. Daddy couldn’t like Mr. Tinski like that, right? They just met after all.

Soon, it was time to close up the shop and the twins had made sure to give Nia some colors and paper to take for next time. Nia was excited for the next time and the two dads discussed a possible playdate for the children. It was as the agreement to host a few was made that the twins noticed their daddy fidgeting like he did when he was nervous but paired with the expression on his face, they realized their daddy was blushing. They looked at Mr. Hale who sported a similar look. 

“Hey, Nia?” Cas whispered.

“Huh?”

Cas nodded her head towards their dads. “Why’s your daddy looking at our daddy like that?”

Nia followed her gaze and giggled softly. “Daddy looks like my Aunt Talia and my cousin Cora did. I think he likes your daddy.”

Reyn and Cas exchanged a look and frowned for a moment. “Like a mommy and daddy like each other?” Reyn asked.

“Uh huh.” Nia’s smile faded. “Is that bad? I’m sorry.”

Cas shook her head and smiled slightly. “No. It’s not bad. Daddy just hasn’t liked anybody since mommy.”

“Does your daddy like my daddy?”

Reyn glanced at their daddy and shrugged. “I think so. He’s smiling like he did in the pictures our Auntie Liddy shows us when he and mommy were dating.”

Nia could see the sadness in the eyes of her new friends and hugged them both. “I miss my mommy too sometimes,” she whispered. The wolf pup was oblivious to the soft purring coming from the chests of her new friends.

#bo3 #bingo of our own #bo3bingo #square filled: store owner au #teen wolf #steter #stiles stilinski #peter hale

[ao3feed-peterstiles]

Contanto Que Você Me Ame, Pode Deixar Nevar

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/47269933

by Viih_Slytherin

O bando não fazia ideia do quanto o frio do inverno afetava Stiles, despertando seus instintos e forçando-o a se isolar para manter aqueles que ama seguros. Mas Peter percebeu, e ele não se importava em se machucar se isso significasse cuidar de Stiles.

Words: 3348, Chapters: 1/1, Language: Português brasileiro

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Peter Hale, Stiles Stilinski

Relationships: Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Additional Tags: Steter - Freeform, Beta Peter Hale, Non-Human Stiles Stilinski, Werecreature Stiles Stilinski, Hurt/Comfort, Peter Hale Takes Care of Stiles Stilinski, Stiles Stilinski Has Secrets, Cuddling & Snuggling, Sharing Body Heat, Protective Peter Hale

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/47269933

#ao3feed #teen wolf #steter #fanfic #peterstiles

[duskyashe]

CAMP NANO DAY 26

[First] [Previous] [AO3]

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Mischief, better known as Stiles now, had had an overall uneventful past five and a half years since he Wished Peter Hale back into full health. Sure, there'd been some... Challenges with trying to incorporate a werewolf, two humans, and a never-before-seen alpha werepolar bear as a single, cohesive unit, especially when said alpha werepolar bear was the youngest of the entire unit and was an actual child who was trying to lay claim to and manage a territory that had previously been held by a respectably sized werewolf pack with only a single beta of his own. So, overall not the easiest thing to do, but, well. They had managed pretty well thus far, and things had gotten much easier after the first two years had gone by without the Stilinski Pack ("Sleuth!" "We are not calling ourselves a sleuth, Mischief, and that is final." "Uuuughh. Fine.") giving a single inch in terms of territory disputes. It had gotten to the point that Stiles was finally able to just focus on normal teenager things, like worrying about his only friend in the entire school.

Isaac Lahey was one of three kids his age in the entire school that wasn't either a complete douche canoe or a simple minded sycophant, but Erica Reyes couldn't get through a simple conversation with him without nearly passing out from blushing too much, and Vernon Boyd didn't talk to anyone, so that left Isaac. Whom Stiles was about ninety-three percent certain was being abused at home, though he only had circumstantial evidence that could, sadly, be easily written off as the results of simple teenaged clumsiness and a natural result of playing a contact sport. It frustrated the sixteen year old to no end that, even in the off season for lacrosse, he just didn't have enough evidence to prove his friend was in an unsafe environment at home. Even when he's suspiciously absent the day after the results of the first big exam after the school year began were sent home. Stiles had seen the way Isaac had paled when he'd seen his grade the day before, the way his friend seemed to shut down the closer the end of the school day came. By the time school ended, Isaac had practically gone comatose and had to basically be guided onto his bus. When Isaac hadn't shown up to first period that morning, Stiles had been concerned but hadn't really thought too much about it, he'd been late to school before, after all. But now it was lunch time, and Stiles hadn't seen hide nor hair of his friend since just after school the day before, and he was getting genuinely worried for him.

Stiles had almost made up his mind to text his dad about a possible missing person's case when suddenly a lunch tray was set down next to his own. Startled out of his thoughts, Stiles looked up, hoping beyond hope that it was just Isaac, but his senses caught up to him as his new table companion sat down. "Stilinski," Jackson Whittemore said, looking everywhere but at Stiles, and lacking the usual hostility he held towards him.

"Whittemore," he replied, more than a little confused and extremely wary of what the head douche canoe wanted from him.

"I noticed Lahey has been absent today," the blond remarked idly as he started digging into his food, acting as though him sitting amicably with Stiles wasn't the absolute weirdest thing to happen in years.

Stiles narrowed his eyes at Jackson and started on his own food. "Yeah, I noticed," Stiles agreed hesitantly, honestly thrown by the blond's shift in attitude. He took a barely noticeable sniff and caught the scent of deep frustration and fury nearly masked by some rather potent determination and Jackson's expensive cologne.

Jackson hummed around a mouthful before swallowing. "Y'know, I heard some awfully suspicious sounds coming from across the street last night," he offered as he glanced at Stiles from the corner of his eye. "Figured you'd like to know."

Taking another discreet sniff, Stiles could smell Jackson's honesty and his helplessness. Jackson was desperate to help Isaac, Stiles suddenly realized. He made a split second decision and pulled out his phone.

Me: is papa working tonight?

Mom: He's planning on it, why?

Me: got a new project im gonna be working on, he might wanna claim plausible deniability

Mom: Stiles...

Me: nothing outright illegal! Or that would get me in trouble!

Me: i think.

Me: would plotting to get a friend out of a dangerous situation with a potentially former enemy count as something that would get me in trouble?

Mom: I'll make sure Peter's home...

Me: thanks mama, youre the best!

"My house, after school, bring Danny and any evidence you have," Stiles said putting his phone away and going back to his lunch. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Jackson relax as a brief whiff of relief entered the blond's scent. "My dad's at work tonight, so anything not outright illegal is fair game. We're breaking Isaac out of there as soon as we have something substantial we can give my dad."

Jackson pocketed his apple and grabbed his mostly empty lunch tray before standing up. "Deal, Stilinski. See you after school. Later, loser," he called as he walked away, though the insult was almost... Teasing, in a way.

"Don't let the door hit you on the way out, Jackass!" Stiles playfully called back. Jackson gave him the bird over his shoulder which almost sent Stiles laughing hysterically. Who knew the thing they needed to get over their childhood animosity of each other was a shared goal and a common enemy that didn't have anything to do with lacrosse?

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It took the three of them just over three weeks to finally gather enough evidence of abuse to compile the legally (and mostly legally) obtained stuff for easier access. Danny had been put in charge of anything and everything technological in origin, up to and including (at his own instance) taping into Isaac's attendance record for the current school year. ("Transcribing more than this year's attendance records would look extremely suspicious. We aren't far enough into the school year for it to be too weird for at least Stiles to have been keeping track of Isaac's attendance since school started." "Okay, that's fair, but why do we need to back track his attendance for this year in the first place, isn't what we have already between us enough?" "We're establishing a pattern, which will hopefully lead the authorities to look deeper into his previous attendance records as well as security footage for further evidence that we have no way of legally obtaining on our own." "Alright, that's fair...") Jackson was keeping track of any beatings that got loud enough for him to hear, recording start times, end times, and any points where it seemed things got particularly violent. He did this both on paper and with a high end microphone set up in his window, which faced the Lahey household, recording as much of the audio as possible. Stiles, on the other hand, was keeping track of any and all injuries, their locations, their severity, as well as when they showed up and how fast they seemed to be healing, if they had the opportunity to heal at all. ("I'm telling you, his hands are constantly banged up, and they're definitely not healing!" "Okay, okay, I believe you, I'm sorry I said anything!")

It was early Saturday morning when Stiles entered the sheriff's department with his two new best friends and a thumb drive metaphorically burning a hole in his pocket. "Hey, Tara! Is Dad in his office?" Stiles called out with a wave.

The deputy looked up from her desk with a grin. "Hey yourself, Stiles. Yeah, he's in there, grumbling about all the veggies you and your mom packed into his lunch box again. Don't worry, he's only had a single donut this week, we've been keeping track for you."

Stiles grinned. "You're the best, Tara. You guys are getting a whole apple pie next month as a thank you. Keep up the good work, deputies!" He called as he guided Jackson and Danny toward the sheriff's office, getting various greetings and cheers in response. Catching the confused looks from the duo, Stiles answered their unasked question in a quieter voice. "Dad's got bad cholesterol, but he doesn't appreciate the efforts Mom and I have been going through to decrease his risk factors and likes to sneak junk food as much as possible. Last year, I asked his deputies to help keep an eye on Dad's diet cheating, and I give them a pie when I feel like they've been doing a particularly good job at it. Since it's fall, and since deputy Danvers is allergic to pumpkin, they're getting apple this month."

Jackson made a noise of understanding while Danny nodded in thought. "My parents might have some recipes that you guys could try that are lower on cholesterol and taste really delicious, I could ask them if you'd like," he offered.

Stiles couldn't help but agree. He'd seen Danny's homemade lunches, but more importantly, he'd smelled them, and he could say without a shadow of a doubt that his papa would have a hard time saying no to anything the Mahealani's gave them to try.

Soon enough, though, they'd made it to the office. Stiles knocked a pattern, specifically chosen to let his dad know this wasn't just a social visit without letting others know anything was amiss. Without waiting for an answer, Stiles swung the door open with gusto and exclaimed, "Hey, there, Daddio! How's work been treating you?" He walked in and gestured the other two in to sit down. Once they were in, he shut the door and immediately got down to business. "We have cause to believe that Isaac Lahey is being abused, almost nightly, by his father," he said, tossing the thumb drive onto his father's desk before walking over to lean against the wall with his arms crossed against his chest.

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Noah blinked at his son and the two mostly familiar faces sitting across from him before looking down at the thumb drive sitting oh so innocently on his desk and sighed. "Please tell me there's nothing on here that will force me to arrest one or all of you?"

Stiles scoffed in mock offense. "Excuse you, sir, do you know who I am?"

"Yeah, my son," Noah deadpanned, already reaching out for the thumb drive. All jokes aside, he knew his son well enough to know that if he was giving him the thumb drive at the office, it was at least mostly clean and wouldn't criminally incriminate any of the three teenagers currently in his office. Now, if he'd handed it to him at home... All bets were off.

As his son played up his spluttering, Noah inserted the drive into his work desktop and waited for it to load, taking the time to really observe the two young men sitting across from him. It took him a moment to place them as Jackson Whittemore and Danny Mahealani, the new captain and the goalie for the school's lacrosse team. They were also, according to his wife, kids who Stiles used to barely tolerate but was now spending a lot of time with, usually at their house where Peter helped her keep an eye on them. Danny's name and face didn't bring anything specific to mind, other than Stiles telling the pack about how cool Danny was for being openly out of the closet, how everyone at school loved Danny, and that Danny's biggest flaw was the fact that he was best friends with Jackson Whittemore. Jackson, on the other hand, did bring a few things to mind, such as who his adoptive parents were, who his biological parents were, as well as what had happened to them. But it was Jackson's face that was drawing Noah up short. Because he recognized some of those features from his own time in high school, the name of the person they reminded him of was right on the tip of his tongue, but before he could figure it out, the thumb drive had loaded and his attention was pulled to the potential new case the three teens had given him, and all thoughts of who Jackson reminded him of were pushed to the back of his mind.

Oh well. If it was important, it'd come back to him eventually, right?

"Okay, now do the three of you want to walk me through what you've got here?" Noah asked, turning his monitor so that they'd all be able to see. The shared looks of grim determination had Noah stealing himself for the worst. If Stiles wasn't smirking in triumph at finally having something to give him concerning Isaac's home situation, then things had to be pretty bad. Either way, if the law can help, then I'll make sure that kid gets as much help as legally possible, Noah vowed to himself.

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TADA! I finally got chapter three of The Polar Bear Necessities written! And yes, there's quite a bit of a time skip between chapter two and chapter three, but for clarity's sake, the events of canon aren't "due" to start until the end of the winter holidays, which are a few months away. It's my understanding that, in canon, Laura was lured back almost exactly six years after the fire, give or take a few weeks, and the fire canonically happened at the beginning of January, so that's what I'm basing my timeline off of (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

I will have you all know, this chapter almost didn't happen because the chapter I was planning on writing today is the one that'll be written next lol it was as I was planning the now fifth chapter that I realized I needed a chapter between chapter two and the chapter I was originally planning on writing today, so I instead wrote this one and all the plotting and brainstorming that I did originally has been set aside for chapter four! (⁠^⁠～⁠^⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ I'm just glad I caught it while I was still brainstorming lol if I had already been writing, then I'd have been screwed (⁠´⁠-⁠﹏⁠-⁠`⁠；⁠)

I hope the interaction between Jackson and Stiles was believable, I have this personal headcanon that, by the time they'd reached high school, 98% of Jackson's problem with Stiles was his over-the-top crush on Lydia as well as his constant defense of Scott McCall (I'm not that big of a Scott McCall fan), so in a world where Stiles had no real reason to befriend Scott while at the hospital, and Claudia was there to help curb the worst of his crush on Lydia, Jackson and Stiles would only be antagonistic towards each other out of habit more than anything else. At least, that's my take on it ╮⁠(⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)⁠╭

Have a good morning/day/night!

#teen wolf fanfiction #teen wolf au #werecreature stiles stilinski #spark stiles #werebear stiles stilinski #stiles stilinksi fanfiction #isaac lahey #jackson whittemore #danny mahealani #they're friends your honor #or they become friends at least #timeskip between the last chapter and this one #pre canon #only by a few months #but it counts #Peter Hale lives with the Stilinski's #Jackson Whittemore lives across the street from Isaac Lahey #fanfiction #camp nanowrimo 2023 #camp nano 2023 day 26

[sterek-ao3feed]

Stay

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/54483868

by Myulalie

Derek returned to Beacon Hills to figure out what happened to his sister — not realizing that in doing so, he signed up for (a lot) more than he bargained for.

Words: 3882, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Derek Hale, Peter Hale, Stiles Stilinski

Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale & Peter Hale, Peter Hale & Stiles Stilinski

Additional Tags: Minor Character Death, Canon-Typical Violence, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Kitsune Stiles Stilinski, Pack Alpha Peter Hale, Peter Hale's Alpha Shift Form, Full Shift Werewolves, Full Shift Werewolf Derek Hale, Full Shift Werewolf Peter Hale, Full Shift Werecreature Stiles Stilinski, Dark Peter Hale, Hurt/Comfort, Pre-Relationship

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54483868

#Sterek #Stiles Stilinski/Derek Hale #Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski #ao3feed Sterek #ao3feed #fanfic

[ao3-feed-sterek]

Thunder

by TriskHellion

The one in rural Montana where two strangers — a depressed, lonely Alpha Derek and a haunted post-Nogitsune Werefox/Thunder Kitsune Stiles — leave everything behind and end up finding each other.

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Both of them seemed to realize they’d been staring at the same time, Derek saying “Uh, howdy” and the stock boy straightening up and asking if he needed help finding anything.

“Looking for a screw,” he said, after tearing his eyes away and scanning the aisle again. He was already groaning internally when the words were halfway out of his mouth and the new guy — Sean his name tag proclaimed at another glance — snorted before asking what kind while trying to keep a straight face.

Words: 12014, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Minor Characters

Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Additional Tags: POV Derek Hale, Alpha Derek Hale, Werefox Stiles Stilinski, Thunder Kitsune Stiles Stilinski, Post-Nogitsune Stiles Stilinski, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Past Kate Argent/Derek Hale, Post-Hale Fire (Teen Wolf), Violence, Some canon events but often with different timelines or outcomes, Dead Peter Hale, Full Shift Werewolf Derek Hale, Full Shift Werecreature Stiles Stilinski, derek is from new york, Stiles Stilinski Leaves Beacon Hills, Depression, montana, Getting Together, Chasing, Self-Lubrication, Top Derek Hale/Bottom Stiles Stilinski, First Time Bottoming, Rough Sex, Barebacking, Knotting, Biting, Claiming, Mating Bites, Post-Coital Cuddling, Blow Jobs, Rimming, Mates Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Angst with a Happy Ending, Music, Stiles Has a Fake Name

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/48298483

#Sterek #Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski #Stiles Stilinski #Derek Hale #ao3feed #fanfic #IFTTT

[impractical-matters]

For @stacksonweek - Day 7: Dealer’s Choice || Werecreature AU  

#stacksonweek2020 #Stackson #Stiles Stilinski #Jackson Whittemore #Werecreature AU #Fox Stiles #Wolf Jackson #Full Shift #Teen Wolf #Teen Wolf AU #twedit #my fav au #stack edit #meris

[triskhellion]

Oh...Possum?!

Rated: Explicit (2k)

Relationship: Chris Argent/Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Peter Hale, Chris Argent, Sheriff Stilinski

Tags: POV Stiles, Established Relationship, Alpha Peter, Spark Stiles, Canon-Typical Violence, Injury, Blood, Stiles Accepts The Bite, Werecreature Stiles, Opossum Stiles, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Size Difference, Spanking, Blindfolds, Explicit Sexual Content, Self-Lubrication, Knotting, Breathplay, Mating Bites

Summary: Stiles is just trying to enjoy finally moving into his new house with his mates, Chris and Peter, when they end up facing off against a warlock and his demons. He gets injured and needs the Bite to survive, but isn't thrilled about his new form when he doesn't turn into a wolf. Chris and Peter show him how much they want him all over again.

For SinnaBon and Stiles Shipping Central Ficlet Exchange. Keeping this at exactly 2,000 words was a fun challenge.

Equiknots: Harvest & Hunter's Moon prompts: Between, Corn & Knot

Stiles woke up with a smile sandwiched between his mates after a night of loving debauchery. He carefully wiggled out of bed and held back a laugh when Chris and Peter immediately closed the gap, the Alpha wolf snuggling further into the former Hunter in the morning light. 

They had finally moved into their new home on the edge of the Preserve a little over a week ago. There were at least a dozen more arguments about decorating on the horizon, but the house that they’d designed together with the help of their resident architect and nephew (he lived for the way Derek’s eye twitched when he called him that) was done at last and they had the rest of their lives to figure out the details. 

Stiles was very much looking forward to enjoying a lazy Sunday, just the three of them, but while out for a walk to the nearby lake they started receiving calls and texts about Lydia being in a fugue state. Apparently the banshee was repeating warnings about something happening in their neck of the woods. The others would be on the way, but they needed to act soon.

We’ll just check things out real quick and then get home in time for dinner, he thought. 

Of course that’s when everything went to hell. Literally.

“Five demons? In this economy?” Stiles screeched as he hit the ground and rolled to avoid a blast from the warlock they found trying to sacrifice the missing mailman. So much for feeding the ducks.

He threw the bag of peas he was still holding at one of the entities that the black-scleraed man had summoned, distracting it from going after Chris, who was already struggling to keep out of reach of another. Peter had just been knocked down by one of the two he was facing and Stiles was worried. 

There wasn’t much that either of his partners could do directly to the demons so he needed to occupy the hideous things so that they could focus on the other magic-user. Stiles taunted the one that was now after him and created multiple illusions of himself running off in all directions, throwing imaginary balls of fire as he aimed real ones at the demons and warlock alike.

He’d just had the satisfaction of watching Chris shoot the man in the chest, Peter coming up from behind to finish him off, when he was struck hard from behind. As the four demons he could see disappeared so did the strange pressure in his midsection and then he fell to the ground in agony. 

Moments later a clawed hand grasped onto him leaving thin scratches before the pain dissipated. 

“Don’t you dare fucking die on me,” Peter snarled around a mouthful of fangs as Chris held his other hand. 

Coughing up blood and shaking, Stiles looked up into bright red eyes. This was it. They’d talked about it hypothetically before, but now it was happening. He couldn’t speak, but gave a jerky nod. Agony bloomed in his abdomen a second time and then was lessened again with a touch.

His bleeding slowed first and then a new aspect of himself began to unfurl, something curious and wild. It started to settle into him, but then a thousand tiny points of light flared up to drive it out. He began to cough again, but this time it was black.

“No,” choked Peter, clutching him tighter. “It was taking, I could feel it.” 

Fear and grief coursed through Stiles, eyes darting between his mates. A few seconds passed and the Alpha’s head shot up to look at Chris. 

“His spark,” Peter whispered as Stiles began to drift. He was so very tired. 

Chris rubbed his sternum to get his attention. “Stiles baby, I know it’s important to you, but you have to let it go. If you want to stay here with us, you have to let your spark go.”

He snapped back to alertness. Leave Chris and Peter? No, he didn’t want to do that. Not at all. 

Stiles joined with the animal presence to push the light out. It was a great struggle and it hurt, but finally that familiar green-gold warmth receded and then faded away. As soon as it was gone he mourned its loss and the new furry resident curled around him inside in an attempt to comfort him. Tears leaked from the corners of his eyes and he passed out to the sounds of shouting and thudding footsteps.

Slowly, Stiles returned to awareness smelling something delectable. He wasn’t sure what it was, but he sure was hungry. There was a loud, steady thumping and whooshing as well. Stretching, he opened his eyes to find himself in his childhood bedroom. Blinking rapidly he looked around in confusion, seeing Chris asleep in a chair beside him. What?

Then all at once memories of the evening before came rushing back. Or however long ago it had been. He had the feeling he’d been out for a quite a while. 

The bed creaked when he got up and Chris jolted awake. The next thing he knew he was being enveloped in a hug and someone was running up the stairs. Stiles felt a second set of arms around him and he sighed, grounded by his mates and their comforting scents.

Eventually they pulled away and he cleared his throat, looking at two relieved, but still concerned faces.

“So I guess I’m a wolf now, huh?” He smiled despite his jumble of emotions. The older men looked at each other and Stiles felt his stomach drop. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

“I wouldn’t say anything’s wrong—” Chris started.

“But well, you’re not a wolf, sweetheart,” said Peter.

Stiles sunk back on the bed in shock. “What am I then?” 

The two exchanged looks again. “We don’t know.” 

After not-so-quietly freaking out the first thing he did was go in search of food. Someone had thrown something amazing in the garbage and he shook his head at the waste. He opened the fridge and honed in on a bowl of esquites. Fuck yes, corn! Stiles began shoveling it into his mouth with a serving spoon. 

He was still hungry when it was gone and started rooting for the great-smelling thing in the trash when Peter and Chris came down and stopped him.

“Love, what are you doing?” Peter cried, knocking a container out of his hand before he could open it. 

Stiles hissed and grew very angry and then suddenly he was very small. It was difficult to see in the bright light, but he sensed the movement of giant creatures and he was afraid. Stilling he looked up to see the shocked faces of men now kneeling and bending close toward him. Large hands were petting his body, but he began to relax recognizing their scents. Mates. They were his mates. 

Chris scooped him up and sat on the couch, putting him in his lap. Peter disappeared for a minute and came back holding something reflective. A mirror. It was placed before him and he squinted, trying to make out the image. Light face, long snout, dark eyes and ears. He was a fucking opossum!

Stiles hissed again and scampered off to hide underneath the couch. 

Eventually they coaxed him out and took him home after speaking with his bewildered father. (Apparently he’d been mumbling about wanting to see him while under, which is why they’ took him there.) His dad pet his head incredulously while wondering if it could be from his own mother’s side of the family. 

“Granny and Aunt Mabel were from Virginia and seemed to have an affinity with possums,” the elder Stilinski revealed.

“It’s possible,” Peter shrugged, smirking. Stiles bit him.

He shifted back while he was asleep, waking up on top of a pillow and once more in his new bed between his mates. Stiles kissed them both on the cheek and then shut himself in the guest room to try to figure out his shifting. After a couple hours of frustrated outbursts Peter came to the door asking to help. Begrudgingly, he agreed.

He’d wanted to see how freakish he looked before having to face his mates, but so be it. 

By evening they’d discovered that he had not one or two, but three beta shifts. The first was basically like his human self, but with even better hearing and smell, eyes that could glow silver, and retractable claws and fangs. His second shift shrunk him to 5’3”, which Chris joked would be useful on airplanes. The third brought him down to 4’5”, gave him a prehensile tail, short gray and white fur, opossum ears, whiskers and a short snout.

“Perfect for breaking and entering,” Peter mused with a wicked grin. 

Stiles snorted, but felt disheartened looking at his not at all majestic form in the mirror.

“I’ve always thought opossums were cute,” Chris said, bending down to hug him from behind. “Allison would share posts from that Hourly Possum account on Twitter.”

Peter stood before him and cupped his strange, furry face. “I can’t say I gave much thought to them previously, but you are adorable, darling.” 

That night Chris and Peter blindfolded him and led him back to their bedroom, only saying that they had something special planned for “our favorite marsupial.” Stiles could smell their arousal (how cool was that?) as they placed him on the mattress and undressed him. Feeling playful he did his second shift and turned, crawling up the bed and shaking his naked ass. 

He heard Chris groan and soon he was caught by the back of the neck, another hand grabbing a round cheek and then spanking both a few times before reaching around to grasp his hardening cock. Stiles moaned and then gasped, surprised to discover something else: he was wet. 

A low growling filled the room and then a third hand was running two fingers over his leaking hole.

“Stiles,” Peter purred. 

The hand wrapped around him disappeared and he pouted until pants unzipped and a cock was pushed against his slightly parted lips. He opened wide for Chris, savoring the taste of him while Peter’s teasing fingers finally pressed inside and began to thrust, nailing his prostate. 

Stiles rocked back on them as he took Chris deeper, tonguing under his shaft. A third finger was added — pumping, expanding, and spreading his slick — and then they withdrew so something larger could take their place. He moaned around the cock in his mouth when Peter slid inside him to the hilt and immediately began to move, gripping his hips. Nothing compared to being stuffed full by the men he loved. 

His new instincts cried out for more, a desperate need to be claimed, and Stiles whined as his smaller body writhed between them in the dark. 

Chris stepped back and caressed his flushed face. “What’s wrong, baby?” Peter stilled as well.

“Need you both. Make me yours, please,” Stiles begged, unable to explain more.

“Of course, sweetheart,” Peter crooned, kissing his back and thrusting again.

Chris returned to his waiting mouth, this time holding him place and plunging in until he was coming, first down Stiles’ throat and then onto his face. 

“My good, pretty boy,” he murmured. 

Stiles licked him clean and then dropped onto his forearms, prompting Peter to climb over him and pound even more relentlessly. He felt the forming knot and bore down to welcome it. 

“Gonna breed that tight, little ass of yours. Fill you up,” the Alpha growled, wrapping a hand around his throat. The knot locked and swelled as Stiles gasped, sending him over the edge. Peter let go and soon followed suit, marking him up inside while he clenched around him. Two sets of jaws clamped down where each shoulder met his neck renewing their mating bites.

Carefully, they turned over all tangled up together and Stiles pulled off the blindfold with a smile. 

Mates. Home. 

Perfect. 

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Run (Away) With Me - 3,288 words

Stiles Stilinski Gets Bitten, Sheriff Stilinski's Name is John, Sheriff Stilinski is a Good, Parent, Light Angst, Fox Stiles, Alpha Stiles Stilinski, Beta Peter Hale, Werecreature Stiles, Post-Season/Series 03, Post-Season/Series 03A, The Pack Being Idiots, Sheriff Stilinski Knows, Cuddling & Snuggling, Mates

When Stiles gets bitten by an Alpha and turns into a Werefox, no one notices that he misses two weeks of school.

Well Peter does, but Peter doesn't even go to high school.

Stay (Here) With Me - 3,178 words

Frottage, cumming, handjobs, Cum Marking, Cum Play, Cum Eating, Alpha Stiles Stilinski, Werefox Stiles, Werecreature Stiles, Sheriff finds out, Sheriff Stilinski is a Good Parent, Sheriff Stilinski's Name is John, Cuddling, Cuddling & Snuggling, Stiles Stilinski is Seventeen Years Old

Waking up the next morning, warm and content, Stiles feels right. He’s an Alpha now, with his own beta - the beginnings of a pack. Not only that but his beta is incredibly good looking and seems to be just as interested in Stiles’ as the boy is in him.

Sure, his father isn’t happy, but the man will come around.

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