Batman!derek & Joker!stiles 

Minus multiplied by minus is plus; I swear, you and I are the perfect couple!

"You're a fallen creature."

"That's right, my king. And I am in your power."

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

Art by lalaithquetzallicaresi

Rating: Explicit for Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Word Count: 60,111

Tags:  Alternate Universe || Good Pack Alpha Derek Hale || Pack Dynamics || Emissary Stiles Stilinski || Magical Stiles Stilinski || Full Shift Werewolves || Graphic Description || Location: Iceland || Soulmates || Good Derek Hale || Good Peter Hale || Pack Mom Stiles Stilinski || Embedded Images || Alternate Universe - Werewolves Are Known || POV Stiles Stilinski

For: @sterekreversechallenges 2023 with partnership of @lalaithquetzallicaresi's art

Summary: Stiles joined the Emissary program to help Alpha wolves settle into their new roles and follow in his mother’s footsteps. She had always told him he was destined to run with the wolves, but he thought she meant Scott and his pack. Instead, Stiles finds himself sent to Thingvallavatn, Iceland, with Alpha Derek Hale. It's clear the Alpha is hiding a part of him that Stiles can’t reach, but when a monster comes to threaten the pack, it’s always great to have someone in your corner with a little mischief up their sleeve

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DEVIL!LIAM AND THEO WHO MADE A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL

You're a danger to yourself And to me and all my friends If you underestimate them 'Cause they're savage to the bone And they’ll never leave you alone Until they have taken your head

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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Full and Void | sterek | E | 23k | Ao3

Tags: Established Relationship, Canon Divergence, Void Stiles, Dark Stiles, Feral Derek, Beta to Alpha Derek, Minor Character Death, Kidnapping, Gore, Top Derek Hale/Bottom Stiles Stilinski, Wolfed-Out Sex, Mates, Bad Friend Scott McCall, Dark Allison

Summary: Stiles could be meek, sure. In Derek’s arms, softened under the touch, pinned under his weight. He allowed himself to relax only in Derek’s sole presence.

Stiles could also look meek. Small, scared. Let the enemies think he was hiding in his mate’s shadow. After all, no one would stop to think that the shadow could ever be dangerous.

You and I Collide | 13.6k | E | Fluff | Kidfic

Tags: Nanny Stiles Stilinski, True Alpha Derek Hale, Alternate Hale Fire (Teen Wolf), Alternate Universe - Werewolves Are Known, Barista Stiles Stilinski, Pack Alpha Derek Hale, Full Shift Werewolves, Mates Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, No Kate Argent, Claiming, Bites, Marking, Scent Marking, Mating Bites, Adoption

The one where Barista Stiles propositions Alpha Derek to be the nanny for his kids, especially since Derek went through so many candidates that Stiles thought there weren’t any more for him to interview.

“Hey,” Stiles said carefully, smiling when those eyes he wanted to lose himself in looked up at him.

“I figured you needed a pick me up after that last one.” He handed him the cup and when Mr. Honey-Almondmilk-Flat-White-with-Whipcream took the drink, Stiles sat across from him in the cushy chair he usually took his break in.

The dude sniffed it and then took a sip. “You know my order…”

“Well, yeah. You’ve been ordering it for like, the last week when you’ve been in here.” Stiles smiled and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “I’m Stiles.”

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only time can tell if you be mine again...

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