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milkcryptid · 1 year
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trickster & mischief
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We all know this scene.
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The one where the Sheriff and Argent corner the Nogitsune/Void Stiles in the loft.
There’s one thing I wanted to point out about this scene…
When Chris draws his gun on Stiles and the Sheriff pulls his gun on Chris, the Nogitsune uses emotional manipulation to try and get to the Sheriff, getting teary eyes as he says, “Dad… He’s going to shoot me. He’s going to kill me, dad.”
The next moment, he turns to Chris, completely in control of his emotions, face deadpan and voice steady as he says, “Pull the trigger.”
That’s not the Nogitsune.
That’s Stiles.
He knew the Nogitsune was using him to hurt everyone he cared about and he was ok with dying if it meant they’d be safe. And when Chris doesn’t listen, he gets desperate and shouts “SHOOT ME!”
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But you hear it in his voice: the Nogitsune takes a hold again.
Stiles was fighting.
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wheredidhiseyebrowsgo · 3 months
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Oh god, oh my, it's finally happening !! Sorry, I've been waiting for two months to send an ask. First of all, love the blog and everything about it !! I've read the majority of fics recommended here and couldn't be more grateful 🖤
Anyway, fangirling aside. Do you by any chance have some preferably mature or explicit fics where Stiles hasn't really returned from being the Nogitsune, even if it's dead, and everyone is afraid of him, except for Derek. Or an AU where Stiles is feared for one or another reason and again only Derek isn't, but is instead extremely drawn to it. Idk, just something with Stiles being badass or straight up kind of vile, but gets soft when Derek gets under his skin. Sigh, I think I'm confusing myself at this point. But yeah, pretty much that.
Thank you in advance!! And once again, this blog cures my depression fr fr ☀️
I think I found some.
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Only human by orphan_account
(1/1 I 195 I Not Rated I No Pairing)
The nogitsune is still inside stiles and he had enough
Synthesize by angeryeva
(3/? I 3,820 I Teen I No Pairing)
When Derek Hale brings a dying girl to the Nemeton, a certain fly absorbs enough pain to escape from its glass jar confinement. Finally free, it goes looking for a new body to inhabit, and finds a grieving boy whose mother has just died from frontotemporal dementia.
What the Nogitsune didn't expect, though, was Stiles being a Spark.
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Stiles and the Nogitsune merge into one being, and tries to navigate Scott's adventures while struggling not to succumb to the hunger for chaos, strife and pain.
Not a Redo by Raven_is_blue 
(1/1 I 3,876 I General I Steter)
They used to be a couple. For years they had no contact with each other, certain that the other had forgotten and moved on. But when chance causes them to meet, they get a second chance. Stiles as a temporary emissary and Peter as himself. Will they? Will the not?
Shadow and Flame by pixieblade
(1/1 I 3,111 I Teen I Sterek)
“Get. Away. From. Him.” The teen said harshly. Derek watched bemusedly as Stiles stalked across the loft. His wooden bat dragging along behind him. It made a scratchthumpscrape sound that was almost mesmerizing.
View the World in Gray by Pickosita5
(1/1 I 3,128 I Teen I No Pairing)
“How does that saying go again? Absolute power corrupts absolutely?” – Stiles learns to live with the fox in his head.
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nrnyx · 2 years
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STEREK FIC REC:  Foolish devouring things, build your castle in me by LunaCanisLupus_22
Sterek - Complete - Royal/Barbarian AU - Words: 23,180 Rating: Explicit
“I will marry you,” he declares. “But should any more harm come to my father or my people, I will raze the earth itself until I feel the lifeblood drain from your corpse and paint my skin with it.”
It is not an idle warning, but from the princeling it has none of the desired effect. Derek feels no fear, but in this instance at least diplomacy triumphed over the spilling of more blood. It is all the same to him anyway. But Regent Peter was most insistent they avoid a drawn-out, grueling war.
“Then we have reached an accord.”
THOUGHTS: This whole fic is sexy! Stiles is seductive, manipulative, and smart. Derek is fierce and brutal (in a sexy way). It creates a darkly seductive vibe between them and I enjoyed every second of this! The story telling and writing was excellent and the plot was one I couldn’t predict. This hit every one of my buttons!
MORE OF MY FAVORITES HERE
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deafhcure · 2 months
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teen wolf 3x22
"You're not my son."
stilinski family angst always gets me so sad :( like/reblog if you save <3
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❮This is not general surgery in miniature. These are the tiny humans. These are children. They believe in magic, they play pretends there is fairy dust in their IV bags. They hope and they cross their fingers and they make wishes, and that makes them more resilient than adults. They recover faster, survive worse. They believe. In peds, we have miracles and magic. In peds, anything is possible.❯ - Dr. Arizona Robbins -
for @sterekdrabbles & @sterekdrabblesgonelong 's words of;
learn, collect, and pull
warnings: Nogitsune, hospitals, adult/teenager relationship, you're gonna need tissues, demonic birds.
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9pm and all was well. Okay, kinda. The son of the local Sheriff was in the hospital, an animal attack.
No, it was Nogitsune. His face was almost ripped in half. ‘A bird,’ Says Scott. ‘A bird, a fuckin’ bird nearly ripped his eye out, if I hadn’t be there he-,’ Scott started to sob. ‘I’m gonna go get a snack, does anyone want anything?’ Mrs. McCall looks at her son and ushers him out. ‘I’ll take you to get the salt and vinegar chips from the 3rd floor’s vending machine,’ Scott smiles at that.
When Derek gets a call he’s still half-asleep. ‘Heylo?’ He begins. ‘Hey,’ He hears Boyd begin. ‘What’s going on?’ He asks, still tired. ‘Stiles is at the hospital,’ Those words woke him up. ‘Why?’ He puts the phone on speaker trying to find a jacket and shoes. He cleans his teeth, with his forefinger and toothpaste. ‘How bad is he?’ Derek is collecting his thoughts. 
‘They’re about to take him into surgery,’ 
‘Surgery? What kind of surgery?’
‘Paediatric brain surgery and then he’ll be the PICU,’
‘The what?’ Asks Derek. ‘Pediatric Intensive Care Unit, I mean he is still 17,’ Boyd says, trying to sound as if everything will be fine. ‘D’you think he’ll be fine?’ He asks Boyd. ‘I don’t know, I’m no doctor,’ Says Boyd. ‘Then how do you know this stuff?’
‘Mrs. McCall is talking to Mr. S., about it. So, collect your shit, and get here now,’ Boyd pulls him out of his reverie. 
‘I’ll be there,’
‘Maybe, one of us should pick you up,’ Says Scott who sounds like he’s been sobbing. ‘I don’t think any of us are in any shape to drive,’ Erica says to him over the phone. ‘Well, I’m gonna anyway, if I means I get pulled over,’ 
‘I heard that!’ Yelled Mr. S..
‘We need to pull ourselves together for Stiles’s sake,’
‘That’s a good point,’ Says Derek. ‘Any updates?’
‘We just learned he’s in surgery officially,’
‘How?’
‘A pager,’
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deklo · 3 months
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i drew some stiles :3c and honestly i’ll probably draw more >:3c
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I have nothing further to say, your honor.
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odiniswithus · 2 months
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;a smirk from the devil;
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Nogitsune: Okay, how many of the pack bitches do I have to fight?!
Stiles: I'm the only one that matters. See, you messed with my son, and now I am going to FUCK YOU!
Derek:...
Scott:...
Peter:...
Allison:...
Jackson:...
Lydia:...
Chris:...
Noah:...
Liam:..
Harris: Well, this just got interesting.
Eli: It's "fuck you up," Dad.
Stiles: Wait, what did I say?
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xgoddessoffandomsx · 7 months
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Void-Stiles
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Derek:
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silentmacabre · 2 months
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fifty shades of stiles’ emoting
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tcmmykinard · 1 year
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Come on now, you can’t crumble that easily.
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nrnyx · 2 years
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Spark - NrNyx (Read Here) AU/Crossover in which Spark Stiles Stilinski grew up knowing the Lightwoods. His best friend is Isabelle Lightwood and Stiles hasn't been answering her calls or text messages.  
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“Please.”
Stiles stands there, chewing on his pretty crimson lips, pleading.
Derek isn't fully clued in yet, but honestly, the kid is kind of vaguely breaking his heart.
“Please, Derek, I'm really sorry about this, but please just—just don't say anything, okay? And just—let me?”
Stiles had texted Derek earlier, at 3.17am, presumably just before he’d set off from his house to drive his jeep to the loft.
Derek had been lying awake in bed, unable to sleep.
His messages had read:
> dude, i rlly need to come over. that ok?
And:
> ill let myself in if thats cool?
And after a few moments, in quick succession one after the other and before Derek had a chance to respond:
> and i rlly need u to just like. not get out of bed. presuming yr already in bed
> all shall be revealed
> lol i don't know why i put that
> and obvs tell me if any of this is not ok. ok?
> as if you wouldn't lol
> #sourwolf
> and yeah i know im being a weirdo but thats why you like me
And then, a few seconds later:
> right?
Derek had stared at the flurry of messages for a minute or so, then texted back:
Okay, weirdo <
About ten minutes later, Stiles had let himself into the building. Derek listened to the kid muttering away to himself as he rode the old service elevator—except it wasn't really himself he was talking to.
“God, I hope I'm not wrong about this. Like, I think we're close enough now for it not to be weird. I mean, at least I hope we are. I'm just so fucking tired, man, and have got to get me some sleep. Anyways, just—don't get up, okay? Or, like, can you get into bed if you're not already in bed? Sorry, I know I texted you this already, I just really need you to trust me. You do know you can trust me… Right, big guy?”
Derek's trust of Stiles was implicit.
When the steel door had unlocked and slid open, Derek smelled fresh, mostly unscented shower gel over the base notes of Stiles's own cinnamon scent, mixed with the very definite chemo-signals that indicated fear, restlessness, apprehension—and also, the strongest of them all; hope.
Let me.
Here, now, Derek still doesn't know what the kid needs.
Let him what?
Derek doesn't have any more time to wonder, though, because Stiles is taking off his sneakers and pants and is slowly, very slowly—as if giving Derek the chance to protest—climbing into bed next to him.
Stiles is now in Derek's loft in the small hours, in Derek's bed, fully under Derek's covers, with Derek wearing only his grey tank and black boxer-briefs and a probably terrified look on his face.
He silently thanks the universe for the cover of night.
“Like, you should obviously say something if this is completely heinous or whatever, but otherwise just—let me do this?”
And all Derek can think is shit, he's freezing, at the same time he is going into a some sort of dumbstruck shock because Stiles is now wrapping his entire sinewy, beautiful body around the entirety of Derek's.
“This okay?” Stiles asks, the air around them spiking with the smell of his anxiety as he Big-Spoons Derek like some human-shaped octopus, skinny but strong limbs astonishingly everywhere.
And he sounds so unsure, and so small, and Derek can't bear it.
Not giving the stoic part of his brain any opportunity to talk him out of doing this, Derek takes ahold of Stiles's wrist from where the kid had draped one of his long arms around Derek's midriff, and hangs on as firmly but gently as he can, manoeuvring them both around in the bed so that Stiles is now the Little Spoon.
“This okay?” he asks gingerly, mirroring Stiles because his own words are failing him.
Stiles says, “Yeah. Even better,” and his anxiety is melting away into something much more pleasing; something like relief.
Derek breathes out the word, “Good,” and feels a little dizzy and a lot amazed, and kind of like his heart is beating wildly in his throat.
The only reason he knows it isn't, is because Stiles says, “I can feel your heart thumping away in your chest, man. But, uh, I don't have wolfy senses, so… I can't tell if it's good thumping or bad thumping.”
Then he promptly stops breathing.
Derek resists the desperate, learnt urge to run away from this. He mentally shakes himself and figures: After so many years fighting monsters together, maybe he and Stiles can fight this one together, too?
He gives himself a moment to ride out the panic, then screws his eyes shut and, praying to nobody in particular, whispers, “Good thumping,” into the shell of Stiles's ear.
Stiles shivers and breathes again, but doesn't say anything else. For once, he doesn't need to. He just needs to sleep.
As the kid settles into Derek's bed and Derek's embrace and, hopefully, Derek's life, he smells like a mix of serene and content and promise—and also, wonderfully, of Derek, now.
Derek is a strange combination of relaxed and freaking-the-fuck-out because that's just the way he's made. His brain won't stop whirring at a speed of a million miles an hour, worrying about everything and nothing, all at once, and before he can bite into his lip to stop himself, he blurts out, “Cora says I sometimes dream-talk about Cajun Gumbo recipes.”
Stiles's only sighs, then hums quietly, his breathing already evening out almost to the point of sleep.
Just when Derek thinks he's not going to get any sort of real answer, Stiles mumbles, “Okay, weirdo,” on an exhale, and then he's drifting off into unconsciousness.
Derek settles then, and smiles into the nighttime thinking that maybe, finally, he might get a good night's sleep, too.
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for @shealynn88, the bestest of friends. i love you and miss you always... <3 (unedited btw—forgive me!)
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batwynn · 6 months
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He’s totally normal, I swear.
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