Romance

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 are damaged, broken and upset, you fall into the abyss. but such are falling stars and comets.

Wishing You Were Here (turns me crazy) 

Architect Stiles Stilinski is in the midst of the project that will make or break his career, the same one that definitely broke his marriage. As he struggles with impending divorce he is plagued with visions of his once fairytale love. 

I had a dream  I got everything I wanted, Not what you’d think  And if I’m being honest, It might’ve been a nightmare AU - Sterek - Complete - 23k Ao3

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?

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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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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

happy new year! 🎄🎁❤️

ЭТО.ЛУЧШЕЕ. я тебя так люблю, солнце!!! спасибо огромное!!!!

𝒜𝓁𝓁, 𝒾 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓈𝒶𝓎, 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹𝓈   // Все, что могу сказать, она поймет без слов. 𝐻𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝓂𝒾𝓁𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 // Ее улыбка больше, чем любовь.  

happy birthday, my 🅢🅞🅤🅛🅜🅐🅣🅔  @resetsilindown

Derek knew the moment he’d first seen Stiles, that he was it, as Kira liked to call it. His slim waist, his hips, his long neck and sharp face; that first day after watching him for hours he lay in bed, unable to sleep, with Stiles’ lips and eyes and his small fake smile not leaving his mind. He thought about Stiles all the time. Woke up and fell asleep thinking of him. The entire focus of his being shifted and centered on Stiles. Derek sometimes was baffled with himself, surprised that he was capable of feeling so much about another being. He was obsessed. He was fucking in love.

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Your love made sounds Like the sounds of the ocean...

war and hope!au 

THEO RAEKEN, 27 y.o.

— former military — PTSD — nightmares — nervous breakdown — migraine — tablets — gun under the pillow — graves of former comrades — rehabilitation