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solitude - teen wolf
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“Why do I always find you brooding in your Fortress of Solitude? You should get some hobbies.”
Stiles is panting, like he ran through the woods to get to Derek’s house.
“What’s wrong?”
Stiles looks offended.
“Why would you think anything is wrong! Can’t a man visit his alpha to say hi?”
“Stiles.”
“Maybe I just wanted to see your handsome face,” Stiles snaps, then turns beet red, like he didn’t mean to say that.
“What’s. Wrong.”
Stiles sighs. “Truth spell.”
“Fucking witches.”
Derek grabs his jacket. He’s going to wait until later to think about Stiles calling him handsome.
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wash off all this blame - teen wolf
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“I cannot just pack a bag and leave with you in the middle of the night. This is not a Regency novel, I’m not running away to Gretna Green with you.”
Derek climbs through Stiles’ window and kidnaps him in a surprisingly non-violent manner.
Inspired by the song Chicamacomico by American Aquarium which starts with the lyrics “pack up your bags, babe, we’re going for a ride” and is generally very Sterek from there.
#sterek#stiles stilinski#derek hale#teen wolf#fanfic#wash off all this blame#author:whimsicalmeerkat
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WIP Whenever
The lovely @mirrorthoughts tagged me. I’m going to share a little bit of the next chapter of Trading Up.
Low pressure tags: @dear-massacre @definitively-different-drivel @thotpuppy @geekmom13
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“The alpha also killed a couple of people. Mauled them. The cops ended up blaming the attacks on mountain lions, even though the injuries didn’t match that theory. There wasn’t really anything else they could do. It was really hard on my dad.”
“Your dad?”
“He’s the sheriff. Things have been a lot better now that he’s in the know. Back then, the only adults we knew who knew about any of this were Deaton and the Argents, so you can imagine how well that went.”
Derek hadn’t been slouching, but now he’s sitting up a lot more straight.
“There are Argents in Beacon Hills?” he says, voice strained.
“There were Argents in Beacon Hills. Now there’s just an Argrnt in town. That change is part of this whole story. Don’t worry, Scott has a truce with Chris and I watch him carefully, like the suspicious bastard I am.”
Derek nods. “Dealing with the supernatural tends to make people that way.”
“Oh no,” Stiles says, feeling inexplicably cheerful. “I’ve always been this way. It’s just easier to prove people are out to get us now that we’re talking physical harm. High school drama became a lot more urgent when things started trying to kill us.”
Derek does not seem to be cheered up by this information. In fact, his eyebrows are scrunched together and he looks like he’s eaten a lemon and hated it. Unlike Stiles who actually enjoys eating lemons. Hmm, his adderall may be wearing off. Anyway, Derek looks really cranky.
“You look really cranky,” Stiles says. Sometimes he has to state the obvious.
“Why did you say that like things trying to kill you is normal?”
“I mean, I don’t know if I would say it’s normal, but it’s happened a lot. I thought that’s just what supernatural life is like. It’s gotten better the last few years. No one we know well has died since All—since our senior year.”
Derek gives him a look that says he caught that slip, but he’ll let it go for now. Stiles thinks about taking the out, but decides he’d better tell him. It has to come out sometime.
“I’ll get back to that in a minute. Where was I?”
“The alpha was killing people and mountain lions were being slandered.”
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whiskey on the rocks & adderall - teen wolf - ch 4
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Stiles scrunches up his nose. “What, like someone just stumbles into being an emissary or something?”
Using those words to describe how Stiles became Derek's emissary is remarkably apt.
#whiskey on the rocks & adderall#sterek#teen wolf#fanfic#derek hale#stiles stilinski#wip#author:whimsicalmeerkat
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drunk, adorable, stay - teen wolf
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“Stay—no, Derek, stay!”
“Not a dog, Stiles,” Derek slurs, but he stays where he’s technically upright, slumped against the wall.
“Right. I’m just gonna get you some water so you don’t slaughter the entire pack in the morning.”
“Wouldn’t slaughter you. Pack’s pack. Love my pack.”
“You’re fucking adorable when you’re drunk,” Stiles pauses to coo.
“Not drunk. Werewolves don’t get drunk.”
“Werewolves get drunk on whatever Isaac brought over.”
“Mm,” Derek says, listing to the side.
“OK, big guy, bed then water.”
“Only if you come with me, baby.”
“Baby? Really? Not until you’re sober.”
“Promise?”
“Yeah, I promise.”
~
Written for @sterekdrabbles for the 5/3/2023 challenge words “drunk, adorable, stay”.
#teen wolf#sterek#derek hale#stiles stilinski#sterekdrabbles#challenge: drunk adorable stay#drabble#100 words#prompt fic#fanfic#fan fiction#ao3#rated t#author:whimsicalmeerkat
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WIP Wednesday
@dear-massacre tagged me! This is from a role reversal fic I am writing for @deterweek. It’s gonna be Steterek, because Stiles crept his way on in there. Enjoy!
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“Peter's aura was different than any I'd ever seen. I learned later it's because he's a werewolf. You guys have more going on in your auras than most humans, at least to me. I was drawn to Peter because of it, so I kept visiting. Most of the nurses didn't mind, and the one who does was overruled.”
The change of tense doesn't slip past Derek. He wonders why a nurse would still care this many years later. He'll have to ask Stiles once he finishes his story.
“You're the only non-omega werewolf I've met besides Peter,” Stiles says. “I would have known more was wrong with Peter than the burns and coma after meeting you, even if you hadn't mentioned the pain.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You and Peter both have the overlay of a wolf when I look at you. They're both howling. Peter's used to look like yours—sad and lonely.”
Derek winces at the accurate description.Hes not sure he wants to know what's changed about Peter's wolf that makes Stiles look so solemn. He jerks his head, hoping Stiles will correctly interpret it as a request to keep talking.
At some point, Stiles had leaned forward and rested his elbows on his thighs. At Derek's gesture he sits up and scrubs his hands down his face before rubbing one over his short hair.
“There have always been flames in Peter's aura, but there were two shining ropes and—and ten burned ones surrounding his wolf that formed a sphere. The bright ones seemed to hold back the flames.”
Stiles stops. He seems hesitant to go on. Derek isn't sure if he wants to hear what comes next, but he knows he needs to.
“Just tell me.”
Stiles takes a deep breath, blowing it out noisily.
“One of the shining ropes was gold and red. The other was solid silver, but brighter. Now the gold rope is limp and the color of dried blood. The silver is wrapped in red, but alone it isn't enough to hold back all the flames.”
“That's why he's in pain.” Derek says in horror. “One pack member isn't enough to keep them back.”
Stiles nods. “I think so.”
“Fuck,” Derek says.
“There's one other thing,” Stiles says. “With only one bond I can see a chain around the wolf's neck. It's covered in runes. Some of them are for stasis.”
It takes a minute for Derek to get it. “You think someone is keeping Peter in a coma? Can you break them?”
“Probably,” Stiles answers, more confident than Derek expects. “He'll need more than just one bond if we want him to be remotely sane.”
“How are we supposed to do that if he's unconscious.”
“Well,” Stiles says. “I might have an idea for that, but you're not gonna like it. C'mon, we need to take this conversation somewhere you can yell at me.”
~
No pressure tags: @thotpuppy @lavender-lotion @definitively-different-drivel @calenlily @bad-at-names-and-faces
#wip wednesday#magical stiles#deter#steterek#derek hale#peter hale#stiles stilinski#deter role reversal#author:whimsicalmeerkat#fanfic
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"Moon Gave Me Permission" this week?
Make Me Write | The Moon Gave Me Permission by @dear-massacre
Stiles stirs, blinking awake slowly.
“You were watching me sleep again,” he accuses.
“Is that a problem?”
Stiles blinks a couple of more times before his head to meet Derek’s eyes. It takes a moment before he speaks.
“Is it weird if I say I like it? That’s weird, right?”
Derek smiles. “Baby, that might be the least weird thing about you.”
“Asshole,” Stiles says, flapping a hand at him.
They sit silently. Derek can tell Stiles is working up to saying something. He decides to let him come to whatever his conclusion will be on his own.
“It makes me feel safe,” Stiles says quietly. “I know it’s weird, but knowing you’re here, watching me, makes me feel like nothing bad can get to me.”
“You know I’ll tear apart anyone who hurts you,” Derek says.
He leaves out the fact that it wouldn’t have to be physical hurt. He’s just waiting for the moment Scott decides his precious moral high ground means he needs to cut Stiles off.
#wip wednesday game#wip wednesday#wip game#writing game#wip#fanfic#recursive fic#recursive murder husbands#sterek#teen wolf#author:whimsicalmeerkat
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WIP Game
Thanks for the tag, @jammerific! I’m going to post a little bit from chapter 8 of with lightning in his hands. For those reading along, chapter 3 comes out tomorrow. I don’t think this is too much of a spoiler, though.
I’m going to tag @thotpuppy @dear-massacre @noxnthea @definitively-different-drivel and @lavender-lotion.
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At the exact stroke of noon, he reaches out and plants his lightning-covered hand in the center of the triskelion.
Stiles doesn’t say anything—offers no plea, no request, no demand. He plants his hand in the center of that knot, heedless of the thorns he has to push through and the ones on the vines that are curving in to reach for him. He ignores the way they begin tearing at his clothing and believes.
He imagines bolt cutters large enough to slice through vines the size of his wrist, the damage they could do, and cuts begin to appear on the periphery of the triskelion. He’s unsurprised when they bleed. It’s a relief when he smells dirt and sap instead of the iron of blood.
His magic protects him somewhat. It doesn’t prevent him from being scratched, but whenever a thorn starts to dig too deep it flashes bright and the vine flinches back, thorn singed black. The air fills with the scent of sap and burned plant matter.
Stiles continues to throw everything he has into believing he can make it through the door. He tries to channel the fact that he’s here to help into his magic. Some instinct tells him this barrier is intended to protect the one who sleeps behind it, but without someone to guide this magic it’s grown overzealous.
“This isn’t right, you know it isn’t. He needs help, but he can’t get it if he’s locked away,” he begs. He decides to risk voicing his theory about the origin of the vines. “You’ve protected your family in these walls, and done it well, but it’s time to let someone else help them. Let me help them. Read my magic or whatever you need to do. Just please, let me through so I can help.”
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Trading Up - Teen Wolf - Ch 9
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“OK,” Stiles says when they both have coffee and are back on the couch. “Werewolf 101–go.”
Stiles and Derek sit down to talk about the Supernatural Saga of Beacon Hills and it becomes clear why I just added a BAMF Stiles tag.
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WIP Wednesday
Lunch breaks are totally a thing, right? This is the most recent stuff I’ve written for the Stetetek twisted sleeping beauty fic. I’m still trying to decide how I feel about the last part. The lovely @dear-massacre tagged me.
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He’s in a circular room. The floor and what he can see of the walls are stone. There’s a pattern of a three-armed swirling symbol made out of stones that are somehow darker and shinier than the rest set into the middle of the floor. He traces the pattern with his eyes before lifting them to see what’s on the wall across from him.
“Well that’s not ominous at all.”
It’s not like Stiles was under any illusions about what genre of fairy tale his life had become. He’s well aware it’s being scripted by the Brothers Grimm, not Walt Disney. That doesn’t stop him from being taken aback by the sheer menace of the sight in front of him.
He thinks there’s a door in the wall across from him. There must be. He can’t think of any other reason there would be a living, writhing mass of vines twisting over and around to form a vastly more complicated version of the symbol on the floor. He can’t tell if he can actually hear a heartbeat or if it just feels that way because of the way the vines are pulsing.
He isn’t sure how long he stands there before he realizes he’s effectively zoned out in a haunted house staring at a highly effective fully organic keep out sign. He scrubs his hand over his face, accidentally using the hand that’s covered in lightning. He snorts when it tickles his nose, batting away the sparks that tangle in his eyebrows.
“Fuck. I need to do some research.”
He gives the symbol on the floor one more scrutinizing glance before making his way back out of the basement.
“I’ll be back,” Stiles says to the house once he reaches the front door. It’s strange how it doesn’t feel like he’s talking to no one.
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Peter sits at the top of the stairs as Stiles reassures him he’ll be back. Peter knows he will be. Somehow, over the weeks he’s learned to trust that Stiles means it. What he didn’t expect was that he would begin to trust Stiles as well. He does, though. More than that, he believes in him.
Peter knows the way he feels about Stiles is madness. He knows nothing of the boy. The fact that he seems to be trying to help Peter’s family is no reason to start applying that to other areas of his life. It is impossible for Peter to know Stiles in the ways he’s certain he does.
This feeling isn’t unfamiliar to Peter. It’s turning into something Peter has felt before. As we watches Stiles walk out the door, he can’t help the quiet voice in his mind that says ‘mate’.
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Almost everything is still in the room under the house, behind the knot of vines. The black vines looped around Derek subtly pulse in a slow mimicry of a heartbeat. Even if he was awake, Derek would not notice them. No one notices the resting beat of their own heart. That shoot of green, though. It pulses faster, almost erratic. If Derek was awake, he wouldn’t be able to help but notice the small vine with its flashes of lightning and delicate flowers and its quick, commanding beat.
Derek isn’t awake, though. Derek sleeps and does not dream, even as that little vine wraps around his skin like the herald of a summer storm. Even if he did dream, he would never think to dream of what’s coming.
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Low pressure tags: @lavender-lotion @thotpuppy @mirrorthoughts @boopedbyanangel
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seven sentence sunday
@dear-massacre tagged me for this. I decided to post something from the beginning of “wash off all this blame” which is finished except for the editing. Maybe this will spur me to do that. It’s a post-nogitsune fic where Derek has appeared in Stiles’ bedroom and made him pack a bag and get in his car. Stiles is confused, especially when he finds out his dad is on board with the plan, and not a little belligerent.
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“You brought me to a cottage on the beach,” Stiles says, turned back around and facing Derek.
Derek huffs, like he’s the one being inconvenienced.
“It’s a beach house.”
“Why do you always pick the least relevant thing I say to respond to?”
“Just—go pick a room, then we’ll talk.”
Stiles grabs his bag and heads for the stairs. He has no idea why Derek is letting him choose first, but he’s going to take full advantage.
~
Low pressure tags: @mirrorthoughts @calenlily @beawritingbooks @mswhich and anyone else who wants to do it!
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First & Last Lines
I did this a million years ago. I just got reminded of it and thought it would be fun to do again. Basically, post the first and last lines of the last 10 fics you posted. WIPs are welcome. Not going with any sort of strict rules, because that’s just not how I roll. Anyway, here goes!
1. hope for the future, teen wolf, derek hale/peter hale
First: As Derek flew back from his uncle's punch, he wondered just how he hadn't realized sooner that Peter was the alpha—that he was his alpha.
Last: He couldn't say he'd ever be be content with the past or that he was happy in the present, but for the first time in years he had hope for the future, and maybe that would be enough.
2. 3 Sentence Ficathon 2024: Teen Wolf, multiple pairings
First: Derek leans his head back so he can stare at the star-studded tree canopy overhead and thinks, not for the first time, that he will never get tired of seeing Stiles’ magic.
Last: “Easy for you and Derek to say—you were both born like this and you took away my chance to get out of this life,” Scott rages back, the arrows hitting Stiles in his soft parts just like they have every time he’s hurled them over the years since Stiles got him turned into a werewolf.
3. 3 Sentence Ficathon 2024: Chosen One, macy blake’s chosen one universe, multiple pairings
First: “I just feels it lacks a certain gravitas,” Eduard says, tugging at the hem of the denim jacket he considers so ugly he wonders if some of his mates are pulling a prank on him until he turns around and sees all eight of them staring at him in a distinctly horny fashion.
Last: “Fucking lions—you’re lucky I love you.”
4. with lightning in his hands, teen wolf, derek hale/peter hale/stiles stilinski
First: Stiles stares at the ruins of the Hale house and reflects that he perhaps should have taken Deaton more seriously when he told him starting to practice magic would change how he saw the world.
Last: All they have to do is wait for him to come.
5. time travel, teen wolf, derek hale/laura hale
First: Derek bursts through the door of his little apartment in New York City, yelling for his sister.
Last: "It all started in seven days from now for you and five years ago for me."
6. telepathy, black jewels, daemon sadi/lucivar yaslana
First: She’s not trustworthy.
Last: They exited the room without opposition, knowing their point was made and would not be forgotten.
7. dusk, the witcher, emhry var emreis/geralt of rivia
First: Geralt stands on the balcony outside of Emhyr’s rooms and watches the day fade into dusk
Last: Geralt could get used to having a family.
8. Trading Up, teen wolf, derek hale/stiles stilinski
First: Stiles and his (maybe?) girlfriend are walking down Main Street after dinner, holding hands and looking in the shop windows
Last: “Damnit, I need to see if I have to do actual work. While I’m checking my email, you should try to guess why Lydia didn’t turn into a werewolf. You’ll never get it, but it will entertain you while you wait,” Stiles tells Derek, then turns his attention to his laptop.
9. candy, macy blake’s chosen one universe, victor eastaughffe/orsen riggs & gus
First: “Bear!” Gus shrieks from his seat at the table.
Last: “You may have gummy bears after dinner, Gus.”
10. drift, perilous courts by tavia lark, julien sandry/whisper
First: Julien watches Whisper in the sunlight.
Last: “We’ll make sure we win.”
Tags: @dear-massacre @jammerific @shadow-wasser @thotpuppy @lavender-lotion @mrs-steve-harrington @bad-at-names-and-faces @definitively-different-drivel
#tag game#fanfic#teen wolf#chosen one universe#macy blake#chosen one universe by macy blake#black jewels#black jewels by anne bishop#black jewels trilogy#the witcher#perilous courts#tavia lark#perilous courts by tavia lark#author:whimsicalmeerkat
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I think I know a secret - teen wolf
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“Oh man, bobbing for apples. I bet you killed at that game, what with the fangs and all,” Stiles exclaims, pulling Derek from his thoughts. “You could clean up at that.”
Stiles learns something unexpected about Derek during the fall festival.
Written for the @sterekposevents Fall In Love With Sterek event.
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WIP Wednesday
I was spoiled for choice today. This is from the next chapter of Trading Up. Thanks to @dear-massacre for the tag!
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Derek can’t get his hands to stop shaking. He focuses on his phone and pulling up his mom in his contacts. He wants to look at Stiles—to see his reaction to what Derek just told him. He takes in a deep breath right before he taps his mom’s name. He chokes
Derek isn’t sure what he expected Stiles to be feeling, but it definitely wasn’t the waves of pure rage that are rolling off of him. The chemosignals are so thick he feels like he could bite down on them and feel resistance. He chances a glance down at Stiles and sees that his hands are in fists on his thighs, knuckles white. Just as Derek’s mom answers, Stiles looks up and Derek sees his eyes are glowing purple.
“Shit,” he breathes. He holds out his hand and Stiles grabs it, gripping so hard it would bruise a human,
“What’s wrong? Derek?”
His mom’s worried voice draws his attention back to the phone in his hand.
“What does it mean when a spark’s eyes turn purple? Is it like when a wolf’s eyes glow or something else?”
It isn’t the reason he called, but he’s worried. He hasn’t met many sparks, but he’s seen a couple do magic and none of their eyes ever changed.
“Their power is spiking. It’s dangerous for them and everyone around them,” his mom answers. “What’s going on?”
Derek drops his phone on the couch. He doesn’t hang up. He knows his mom would just call right back. This way she can hear what’s happening while Derek is free to help Stiles. He shoves the coffee table out of his way and kneels down in front of Stiles, wrapping his hands around Stiles’ fists.
“It’s OK, Stiles. Relax.”
“It’s not,” Stiles grates out, voice shredded like he’s been screaming.
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Low pressure tags: @beawritingbooks @mirrorthoughts @pterawaters @luthien-under-bough
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Last Line Game
I got tagged ages ago by @dear-massacre to share my last line written, then forgot about it until I just found it in my email. This is from my Steterek role reversal fic for @deterweek.
Official rules are last line you wrote from anything whether original or fanfic, and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence.
He wants to bring the man back just to ask how he dared put that look on Derek’s face.
That is entirely too many people to tag, so I’m just throwing out a few mutuals, but anyone who sees this who wants to play should!
No pressure tags: @thotpuppy @definitively-different-drivel @lalaithquetzallicaresi @renmackree @geekmom13
#last line game#tag game#fanfic#steterek#deter#teen wolf#deter week#deter role reversal#author:whimsicalmeerkat
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devil don’t take a break - teen wolf - ch 10
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Derek's pretty sure he knows now how Stiles walked directly to him in the preserve. He knew Stiles was here at the bus lot without any need for scent or enhanced hearing. He knew blocks away. What he doesn't know is what to make of the new connection.
Derek and Stiles both try to figure out what is up with their new connection and Derek’s mouth gets him in trouble.
#demon stiles stilinski#bad friend scott mccall#sterek#stiles stilinski#derek hale#teen wolf#devil don’t take a break#fanfic#author:whimsicalmeerkat
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