Your love made sounds Like the sounds of the ocean...
"I love it when you smile sincerely and don't pretend to be someone else "
Minus multiplied by minus is plus; I swear, you and I are the perfect couple!
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
yes chef, 150k, explicit, completed
Derek Hale is an up-and-coming chef emerging in the Chicago food scene, soon to be global, and Stiles Stilinski is Chicago's very own celebrity food critic.
*Inspired* by The Bear, among other chef pop culture references, this is also a love letter to Chicago, and kind of Illinois as a whole. Also, food. This fic is dedicated to food.
tags: Alternate Universe - Human, Alternate Universe - Food Service, Alternate Universe - Celebrity, Chef Derek Hale, Food Critic Stiles Stilinski, POV Derek Hale, Enemies to Lovers, Angst, Fluff, Smut, Recreational Drug Use, Addiction, Masturbation, Powerbottom Stiles Stilinski, Daddy Kink, Service Kink, Stiles and Derek are verse, Derek Hale is a Good Boy, Dom/sub Undertones, Hurt/Comfort, Series, part one is a sad ending, part two is a happy ending, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Chicago (City), Somnophilia, Sickfic
art by @lokicorey
CRIMSON
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
Written in collaboration with @celilasart for the @sterekreversechallenges Reverse Bang 2023. I fell in love with Celila's art as soon as I saw it, and we had so much fun working together on this. I hope everyone enjoys reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!
Shifted (25074 words) by LLAP115, Wolfspurr
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Sheriff Stilinski (Teen Wolf), Alan Deaton, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf)
Additional Tags: Magic, Fox Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale Deserves Nice Things, Stiles Stilinski is a Nice Thing, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Mutual Pining, Getting Together, Slow Build Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Books, Domestic Derek Hale, Roommates, Sort Of, Illustrated Work, Digital Art
Summary:
Of all the stupid things he’s ever done, Stiles is pretty sure this one takes the record, but it’s like a reflex that he just can’t stop. As soon as he sees the witch turn to face Derek, hand raised in Derek’s direction, he just jumps.
There’s no thought process. No planning. Just an instinctual reaction that possibly reveals more about Stiles than he’s really willing to reflect on right now. The clearing echoes with a crash of noise and a blinding flash of white light. For a moment it seems as though the witch has called lightning from the sky, and Stiles only has a moment to realize that this is how he dies.
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Loud Love
established relationship, alpha Derek, alpha mate Stiles, 5+1, POV outsider, possessive behaviour, PDA
Summary: There wasn’t a single moment when they weren’t touching. They didn’t notice anyone — obsessed with each other, they were blind to all jealousy. The circle of one another’s arms encapsulated their world.
Close, tight, inseparable. They didn’t care if someone watched them, both lost in each other, entrapped.
for @kittenstiles
I'm not afraid of heights anymore, I'm not afraid of wild pain. I'm just afraid I won't find you because this moon will hide you from me.
Halsey – Ghost