Werewolf!Stiles. do You Have Any Ideas? Hmm 

~ stay with me, no, you don't need to run. stay with me, my blood, you don't need to run ~ 

winter & autumn 

wonderful and huge, painful and small

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Derek Hale

Summary:

Admittedly, Stiles had been driving too fast. The adrenaline running through him had made his foot heavier on the gas pedal than usual, Derek’s desperate face still fresh in his mind as he’d thrown Eli at him and begged him to run.

The first of my belated Febuwump 2024 prompt fills.

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batman!derek & joker!stiles 

war and hope!au

LIAM DUNBAR, 26 y.o.

— psychotherapist in the rehabilitation center for the military — IED — nickname — hope — insomnia — tea without sugar — personal diary — wants to take away all the patients' pain — neat — atmosphere of trust

CRIMSON

sterek | E | 6k | ao3

tags: Established Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Alpha Derek, Possessive Derek, Dark Derek, Everybody Wants Stiles, Top Derek Hale/Bottom Stiles Stilinski, Background Character Death, Eventual Smut, Derek is unhinged and obsessed, but what else is new, Blood

Summary:

Stiles stared at Derek without breathing.

At the tiny droplets of crimson hidden in his beard, at his gentle but intense eyes, at his mouth smeared with blood. He felt the taste of it on his tongue.

Derek held his promise.

He would always hold it. There was nothing Stiles could do or say to stop him. This was it. Stiles married him, mated with him for the rest of his life. Derek killed and he would undoubtedly kill again.

for @homemadesterekpie and @goddessofsteel based on this post

Eye to eye, palm to palm — and it's forever! Thank you for making me happier. Between us is space and infinity. We are one and indivisible.

Rating: Explicit for Graphic Depictions Of Violence and Underage

Word Count: 23,733

Tags:  Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence || Feral Derek Hale || Blood and Injury || Decapitation || Blood and Gore || Blood and Violence || Graphic Description of Corpses || Amputation || Gore || Underage Drinking || Established Relationship || Werewolves are treated like fighting dogs || Mythology References || It's very violent and very descriptive || This is not like my usual stuff

For: @sterekyrround's Sweet & Bloody February with the prompt "Underground Werewolf Fight Ring + Hunters Gamble + Rescue Mission"

Summary: When Stiles realizes Derek has been kidnapped and forced to join an underground fighting ring, to the death, he stops at nothing to save his boyfriend - but will he be able to rescue him intact?

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The Animal Inside (Distance makes the wolf grow fonder) 14k, sterek, feral!derek, domestic fluff, getting together

Summary: Stiles comes back from a month in Poland to... a half-naked, non-verbal, semi-feral Derek. He's determined to help Derek get back to normal, and if that involves cuddles... who is he to say no?

Snippet below the cut:

He sees blue eyes blink in the darkness. 

“Derek?”

The growling continues. 

“Peter?”

The growling grows in volume and pitch. 

“Shit.”

Stiles takes a slow step toward the door, careful to keep his motions smooth. 

“Der, I really hope that’s you.”

The growling softens. 

“You can come out, you know. I don’t know what’s happening, and I know you don’t like using your words all that much, but, c’mon, man,” Stiles keeps his voice low and calming as he takes another few steps toward the door. “Whatever’s going on, you know I’ll help. That’s my whole thing.”

Just as Stiles reaches the steps that lead up towards his door, a shape moves in the darkness and he tenses again. 

Then Derek steps toward the house and Stiles feels the air whoosh out of his lungs. 

Derek is wearing only a pair of dirty, ripped jeans. He doesn’t have any visible wounds, but blood is smeared across one arm and his ribs. He’s also still growling. 

“Der? What’s up, dude?”

Derek rushes forward and Stiles flails one arm and doesn’t even have time to trip or stumble or grab for the door before Derek is on him. Strong arms wrap around Stiles’ back and warm breath washes over Stiles’ neck as Derek practically buries his face there. Stiles breathes heavily for a few seconds. He hadn’t truly been scared of Derek hurting him, but he definitely feels wary about this strange behavior. 

Stiles brings one arm up and pats at Derek’s bare back. “Hey, Der, good to see you too. How about we go into the house?”

Derek whimpers softly and Stiles pats Derek’s back more resolutely. “C’mon. We’re going inside.”

He tries to pull back slightly, but Derek doesn’t let go at all. 

“Der,” Stiles says softly. “C’mon. I’m cold and I’m wearing clothing. Unlike you. Let’s go inside so I can warm up. And then I’ll try to figure out what’s going on with you. While you warm up. C’mon.”

He turns slightly and pulls on one of Derek’s arms a little and they reach for the door together. Derek seems to realize that Stiles isn’t trying to get away from him at all, and lets himself be manhandled a little, but he also keeps his other arm firmly around Stiles’ back, holding him so their bodies touch pretty much from shoulder down to knee. 

“This is a little awkward,” Stiles half-laughs as they move through the doorway. 

Once inside, Derek pushes the door closed and locks it before crowding Stiles up against the wall and tucking his face in Stiles’ neck again. At least the growling has stopped.

“I know I’ve been gone for a few weeks,” Stiles says as he brings a hand up to rest on Derek’s shoulder again, “and I’ve missed you too. But this… Derek, it hasn’t been that long.” When Derek doesn’t move or respond, Stiles asks, “Dude, what’s up? This isn’t normal, even for you, and you’ve got a pretty wide range of what I consider normal.”

Derek shrugs and runs his nose slowly up Stiles’ neck. 

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The lone wolf, having fallen in love once, remained forever to wander in this sad city, waiting for the love...