Only Time Can Tell If You Be Mine Again...

I have now just posted my second story on AO3, go check it out:

Title: Dragons of the storm

Ship: Stiles Stilinski/Derek Hale

Summary: Prince Maeraxes Targaryen, the second of his name, son of King Jaehaeron Targaryen and Queen Claudia Tyrell, is soon to be eighteen years of age. And as his nameday celebration approaches, so does his wedding, to his lifelong betrothed, Lord Derek Baratheon, son of Lady Talia Baratheon and Lord Nicolas Martell

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Airplanes inspired 

Sterek AU: Where Derek’s back in town and Stiles was not prepared to see him again after all this time.

I'm not loving you, the way I wanted to

What I had to do, had to run from you

I'm in love with you but the vibe is wrong

And that haunted me, all the way home

House of the Howling Wolves (111,607) by @rlnerdgirl Art by @renmackree For @sterekbigbang 2023-2024, Round 6 Rating: Explicit Relationship: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Tags: Derek POV, BAMF Derek, BAMF Stiles, magical Stiles, protective Derek, alive Laura, Alpha Laura, blood, violence, hurt/comfort, fairytale AU(?), blowjobs, erotic asphyxiation, idiots in lust, happy ending

Summary: When crown prince Derek Hale of the kingdom of Triskelle finds himself unexpectedly holding the life-debt of a Twillian fae, he and his sister see an opportunity to save their dying kingdom. Now, as Derek travels north into the Twill, he must put faith in his Twillian guide, Stiles, to keep him safe as they journey through a mystical land of magic and danger. As their journey continues, Derek finds himself drawn to his companion, and left struggling to consider what will become of them once debts are paid and the Kingdom of Triskelle stands strong once again. Never venture into the Twill, for in the heart of those lands you will find only magic and the strange. A place where bones shift and forms change, as man turns to wolf and the moon holds sway over minds and hearts led astray. Heed this warning, this solemn call, lest the Twillian magics you shall befall.

Okay so those military au aesthetic you made look amazing and I freaking love them. Someone should make a fic about them cause it is a need

ohhh thank you very much!!!!! if someone decides to write on these AU, I will be only happy, it's awesome

Awww 👉👈❤️❤️❤️

a thiam scenting request for sundae on pillowfort 🥺 (thank you for your support!!)

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happy birthday to wonderful @goddessofsteel 🎉💕 hope this makes you smile today!

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Stiles woke up with a jolt. Opening his bleary eyes, he licked his lips and looked around, thoroughly confused as to where he was.

Then his gaze fell onto Derek.

The man was fully dressed. He was currently putting on his watch but kept his eyes on Stiles. A small amused smile lightened his face, and Stiles immediately wanted to hide from it.

“Good morning, beautiful,” said Derek.

Stiles blinked at him.

Derek chuckled, walked up to the bed and sat down beside him. He cupped Stiles’ face and gave him a light kiss on the lips, before letting him go with a small flick on his chin.

“Sleep well?”

“Mhm,” Stiles raked a hand through his hair and sat up. The covers fell to his lap, and Derek’s eyes immediately slipped down his body.

Stiles didn’t try to cover himself, though his gaze did make him want to squirm.

“I’ve booked this room till three,” said Derek, watching him. “It’s all yours. The mini-bar is paid for, and there’s a nice jacuzzi.”

Stiles’ gaze slid down Derek’s clothes. “And you?”

“As much as I would like to spend time in your company, I have to go.”

Oh.

That’s how it ends, then.

“Okay,” said Stiles, because what else could he say. They were nobody to each other. He could’ve demanded his attention and put on more charm to keep him close, but Stiles was too worn out from yesterday to do anything.

Some of the disappointment must’ve slipped through, though, because Derek smiled again. He caressed Stiles’ cheek with a finger, watching his own movements.

“I had a lot of fun last night,” he said.

Stiles stared at him.

What does that mean? Was there supposed to be a “but”?

“Me, too,” Stiles croaked, unsure of what was happening.

Derek seemed pleased. His hand traveled down Stiles’ neck with his thumb tracing the prominent veins and eventually fell down on Stiles’ covered thigh. The man seemed to have trouble keeping his hands off him.

“Want more?” he asked eventually and arched an eyebrow.

Hell, yeah.

Stiles squeezed his lips together to keep a smile in but wasn’t sure he was successful. A fiercely warm jolt of excitement sent shivers down his body.

“Yeah,” he said, keeping what he really wanted to say (fuck yes, please, please, please I have to get my mouth on your dick and feel a beard burn on my thighs) to himself.

Derek’s pleased and somewhat relieved grin was beautiful. He caught Stiles’ hand and kissed the back of it.

“I’m taking you out to dinner tonight, then.” The man was literally glowing. Stiles fought a laugh at how easy all of it was.

“Awesome,” came out of Stiles’ mouth and he quickly shut it, but Derek, thankfully, laughed.

“I gotta go.” He kissed Stiles in the corner of his lips and stood up. “I’ll text you. Take your time and relax, okay, baby?”

And all these fucking nicknames… Stiles had never been called that before, but he found himself liking it.

“I will.”

Derek left, after tearing his gaze away from Stiles’ body and saying goodbye one more time. Stiles fell back on the bed with the silliest grin and stretched, sighing in pleasure.

He was going to have so much fucking fun.

Theo: *sleeping* 

Liam: *in mind* I love him so much... I want to kiss him... 

Theo: *wakes up and smiles* I'm so beautiful in the morning?

Liam: Not anymore.

Cut the bullshit. What really made you change your mind? You. You did, Eddie.