Okay, this is in Russian, but I hope you can read it with a translator. it will be better than I translate incorrectly, and so you will be able to understand the essence through several meanings of the original words.
У Стайлза рак. И это его пять стадий принятия.
Депрессия.
— Спишь?
От Дерека веет зимним воздухом. Он наклоняется над Стайлзом, лежащем под одеялом, и нежно целует в висок, будто бы через губы пытаясь забрать все невзгоды. Стилински отрицательно мычит, хотя бы реагируя. Немного опухший, бледный и уставший. Хейл гладит его волосы, чувствуя неровности — Стайлз вчера криво подстригся ножницами в порыве.
— Таблетки помогают? Голова не болит?
Дерек совсем не был готов к подобному. Он явно ожидал, конечно, но… Какой человек будет готовым к тому, что его любимый человек будет увядать на его глазах?
Нет, иногда Стайлз разговаривает с ним, буквально не затыкаясь. Смотрит сериалы или что-то читает, лёжа с ним на узкой кровати. Улыбается и даже смеётся, но всё чаще… Он выглядит вот так.
Прикованный к кровати, беззащитный и пустой.
Хейл ещё пару минут разглядывает его. Гладит по щеке, целует руку, переплетает пальцы. Ему хватает ночи, чтобы соскучиться, а того и нескольких часов — раньше такого не было, но сейчас кажется, что если не увидит Стайлза сегодня, то больше никогда не сможет увидеть.
Стилински чувствует сквозь полудрёму, как его укутывают в одеяло и поднимают гусеницей с постели. Дерек молча несёт его вниз, а спустя минуту в лицо Стайлза врезается прохладный ветер. Уличный воздух так сильно отличается от его душной комнатушки, что приходится хватать его ртом, словно рыбе на суше. Глаза щиплет от недавних слёз и пыли, и он не боится упасть, вертясь и поворачивая голову в сторону ночного неба, зная, что Дерек держит крепко. И никогда не отпустит.
И это единственное, что держит Стайлза на плаву.
— but if he asked, i’d beg for him to destroy me | k.s [x]
written by winchesterek (@sterekbros) and @evanesdust as part of our @sterekeverlasting fanzine first edition. you can check out the magazine here.
Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Derek Hale, Omega Stiles Stilinski, Mates Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, True Mates, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Boss/Employee Relationship, Getting Together, Mpreg, Top Derek/Bottom Stiles
Stiles is Derek's personal assistant at Hale Incorporated, and they fall in love.
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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
DEVOURED | 5,2k | Explicit | sterek | ao3
Tags: Derek is the Deity of Sex, Stiles is the Virgin Sacrifice, Top Derek Hale/Bottom Stiles Stilinski, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Consensual Somnophilia, Public Sex, Free Use, everybody’s consenting to everything, and Derek doesn’t share, Possessive Derek
Summary:
Breathless, Stiles shifted his gaze up and went red from the knowing smirk on the deific face. The man’s red eyes sparkled in the moonlight, glowing like two fires on the tips of the candles. One of his thick eyebrows was lifted in amusement.
He was the most beautiful being Stiles had ever seen. As was probably expected, considering he was the god of sexual desire.
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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"You're a fallen creature."
"That's right, my king. And I am in your power."
Not the kind of fingering Lydia was hoping for.
But Peter’s still kinda into it
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?
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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