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halevetica · 1 year

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Promise(Sterek)

Here is the Sterek Christmas Oneshot I promised. I had equal interest in the airport idea and also the ski lodge idea. If I can find the time I may try and squeeze in the ski lodge idea, but no promises. Hope you like this one.

p.s I’m not good at fluff, so I apologize in advance.

"No please, you have to understand, I can't be delayed." Derek gripped the edge of the receptionists desk so hard his knuckles turned white.

"I'm sorry, sir, but all flights are delayed until the weather clears up," The blond behind the desk said, not looking up from her computer.

"So what am I supposed to do?"

"You're welcome to wait in our lounge area, or if you'd rather, there's a hotel about a mile down the road." She gestured to the small room where an older man was splayed out on a pleather recliner.

"I don't suppose you'd be paying for the hotel," Derek clenched his jaw as the man snored out loudly. He sounded like a feral bear.

The blond finally looked up with a pinched smile. "Unfortunately we can't be held accountable for weather conditions and as such your accommodations aren't covered. But you're welcome to take advantage of our lounge area." She once again gestured to the snoring man.

Derek rolled his eyes as he turned away from the desk.

"Typical, huh?" A brunette man, sitting in a nearby seat, asked.

Derek scoffed. "Yeah." He started towards the sleeping man.

"I'd maybe skip staying in there, he's also gassy." The brunette offered.

Derek's shoulders fell. "Great. And I have to tell my sisters I'll be late to Christmas."

"I know the feeling. I had to tell my dad."

Derek took a seat across from the brunette man. "Instead we get to spend Christmas eve with strangers in an airport."

"Stiles," the man stuck his hand out.

"Derek."

"At least it's not crowded. Perks of a late night flight." Stiles gestured to the barren airport.

"Is anything still open?" Derek asked, glancing around for a bar.

"A few places. Care to wander?" Stiles asked.

Derek was about to politely decline, but the last week with Erica gave him pause. He had promised her he would be better. Better about coming around. Better about not shutting everyone out. He was stuck in this airport for the foreseeable future, he might as well make the most of it.

"Why not?" Derek huffed setting his bag down on the chair.

Stiles set his bag and pillow next to Derek's stuff.

"There was a restaurant down that way that was open a little while ago, if you're hungry."

Derek gestured for Stiles to lead the way.

After being seated with two Reuben sandwiches in front of them, Stiles asked, "So where you headed?"

"California." Derek answered around a bite of food.

"No kidding, same here. Beacon Hills, you know it?" Stiles asked.

Derek raised a brow. "I do actually. I grew up there."

"Whoa, seriously? Same."

Derek narrowed his eyes. What were the chances that two people in a New York airport where going to the same small town in California?

"What are you doing in New York?" he asked.

"Work. I work with the FBI. We get pulled all over sometimes. What about you?"

Derek had not pegged this guy as FBI. "Just visiting a friend. I lived here for a while before moving back home."

"What part?" Stiles pressed eagerly.

Derek, not one for small talk, did his best to remain patient. Stiles was just being friendly. "City."

"Nice. A lot different from the little ol' town of Beacon Hills huh?"

"A lot."

"So how'd you end up on such a late flight?"

Derek swallowed his bite of sandwich with a sigh. "My friend was in an accident. I was staying to help out for a bit."

"Oh I'm sorry to hear that." Stiles frowned.

"She's okay."

A silence fell over the pair and Derek was thankful.

"This is gonna be a long night." Stiles pushed away his empty plate.

"Unfortunately. But you know what helps?" Derek gestured to the small bar across the hall. A drink or two always calmed his nerves, and right now he was in need of some calming.

Stiles grinned. "I like the way you think."

With an arm full of mini bottles, Derek and Stiles made their way back to their stuff before setting up in a far corner away from the still snoring man.

"Okay, so lets make this fun. We have to tell a truth and a lie about ourselves and the person has to guess which is which. If they get it wrong they drink. If they get it right, the other person drinks."

Derek scoffed a laugh. "Learn that at a work Christmas party?"

"Maybe," Stiles laughed. "Okay, you first." he pushed a mini bottle of gin towards Derek as he grabbed a rum for himself.

"Okay, I'm the only boy of five siblings or I'm the middle child." Derek leaned back against the wall.

"Hmmm, you don't really give off middle child vibes but you only mentioned sisters and I could see you being the only boy, but five siblings with only one boy is statistically rare, but not unheard of." Stiles pondered. "Middle child is the truth."

Derek's brows shot up. "Whoa, yeah."

Stiles gave a fist pump before gesturing to the gin. "Drink."

Derek tipped back the bottle, taking a long swig. He coughed as the liquid burned his throat. "Alright your turn."

"I'm an only child, or I'm adopted."

Derek rolled his eyes. "Those are so very specific. I'll say you're adopted is true."

"Ooh, wrong answer, drink." Stiles grinned widely.

"Okay, okay," Derek said determinedly as he wiped the gin from his lips after another long swig. "I hate the color blue, or I'm allergic to pineapple."

Stiles laughed, "You don't hate the color blue."

Derek gave Stiles a bewildered look. "How can you possibly know that?"

"Dude, you're wearing a blue shirt and your carry on bag is blue."

Derek sighed as he downed the last of the tiny gin.

"Alright." Stiles grinned. "The mets are my favorite team or the mets are my least favorite team."

Derek narrowed his eyes. "I'm gonna say they're your favorite because if they're not, you're wrong."

Stiles lit up. "Hell yeah, dude." He twisted off the cap of his rum and took a swig.

An hour and four mini bottles later Derek was well past tipsy.

"How are you so good at this?" He huffed tossing aside his newly emptied bottle of vodka.

"You want to know my secret?" Stiles grinned, taking a voluntary sip of his whiskey.

"Yeah, there's no way you guessed that I played basketball in high school."

"I'm a profiler at the FBI. It's my job to read people. I learned your tell on the first question." Stiles smirked up at Derek, hoping he wouldn't be mad.

Derek leaned back, an impressed look on his face. "So you profiled me, huh?"

"Not exactly. I just read your body language and payed attention to things that you said previously."

Derek studied Stiles for a long moment. "So what's my tell?"

"Your eyebrows. You're very expressive with them. Which is actually a funny thought because if it weren't for them, you have a great poker face." Stiles tipped back the last of his whiskey, tossing the now empty bottle with the others.

"Alright, well, congrats. You've gotten me sufficiently intoxicated. What now?" Derek crossed his arms over his chest as if he were accusing Stiles.

"Well now." Stiles lifted his watch. "We have about thirty minutes until it's officially Christmas. What do you say we do a little gift exchange? There's a twenty four hour gift shop I saw on my way in. We each get fifteen minutes to go in and find a small gift and then we have to wrap it and meet at the tree at twelve-thirty."

Derek let out a laugh. This was not something he would normally agree to. "You know what, Stiles? I think that sounds like fun." Maybe he could send a picture to Erica as proof of his promise.

"Here." Stiles handed over his phone. "Put your number in here and when you're done in the gift shop, text me."

Derek took Stiles phone and typed in his number.

Stiles bit down on his bottom lip. Sure it wasn't the most conventional way of getting a hot guy's number, but it worked.

Derek handed back Stiles' phone.

"And now you have mine." Stiles said as he sent a text to Derek's number.

Derek's phone chimed as if in agreement. He looked down at the winky face Stiles sent.

"Good luck." Stiles leaned back as he watched Derek disappear down the hall.

Derek reached the small gift shop. There wasn't a single person in sight, but the lights were on. A small self checkout register was on the far right of the store.

"Clever," Derek muttered to himself as he scanned the store. He barely knew Stiles. What could be possibly get him? He had fifteen minutes to pick something. He stared at the key chains and tacky baseball caps. He lifted a snow globe and gave it a gentle shake. Snow swirled around the tiny city inside.

Derek sighed. He wasn't a good gift giver. He never had been. And now he was limited to a New York themed store the size of his apartment.

He continued to scan the aisles until he reached a small mets section. There were key chains with letters engraved on the back. He reached for the 'S' but paused. Maybe he'd get him one to remember him by. Stiles had taken a shitty situation and made it actually a lot of fun. This would be a memory he'd carry with him forever. He grabbed a key chain with the letter 'D' and started for the checkout. It felt cheap getting him a small key chain. Maybe he'd get him something else too. He scanned the nearby wall of coffee mugs. Stiles had mentioned being a huge coffee drinker. It had been one of the truths in their game.

He lifted one and grinned. 'Sarcasm, just another service I offer' it read.

Satisfied with his finds he headed to the self checkout.

"And with five minutes to spare," he said proudly to himself as he checked the time.

He sent Stiles a quick message before heading for the bathroom. He didn't know what to wrap the gifts in so he would be resourceful. Paper towels would have to do.

He set the gifts on a small bench near the door of the bathroom.

"Shit," he huffed when he saw hand dryers in place of paper towel dispensers. He glanced at one of the stalls.

"Sorry Stiles," Derek whispered as he grabbed a brand new roll of toilet paper. The bathroom had been recently stocked it looked like.

"No tape," Derek groaned as he sat down next to the gifts. His intoxicated brain suggested gum before he quickly discarded the idea.

"I can wrap it like I did Cora's arm when she cut it open that one time." He started to wrap the toilet paper awkwardly around the cup.

He was glad for the extra time, because this would take a while.

At twelve-thirty Stiles bounced anxiously with his gift bag to the large Christmas tree the airport had set up. It was decorated in gold and silver ornaments.

"I apologize in advance," Derek said, pulling Stiles' attention from the tree.

"Why?" Stiles frowned. Derek had his arms held behind his back.

"Where'd you get the gift bag?" Derek asked, staring at the 'I love New York' bag in Stiles' hand.

"The gift shop."

Stiles noted the small pink that warmed Derek's ears.

"Why? What did you—" he cut himself off with a bubble of laughter as Derek presented a mummy wrapped gift.

"May I remind you that I have about three mini bottles of alcohol in my system and it's after midnight."

Stiles handed Derek his gift as he took his own toilet papered gift. "Merry Christmas, Derek."

Derek smiled at Stiles. "Merry Christmas."

"Shall we?" Stiles lifted the obvious mug in his hand.

Derek pulled out a navy blue neck pillow as Stiles tore at the toilet paper.

"I was complaining about not having one of these," Derek laughed.

"This is the perfect coffee mug," Stiles grinned down at it.

"Thank you," They both said in unison.

"I actually have one more for you." Stiles bit down on his bottom lip.

"Me too."

Derek pulled another toilet paper wrapped bundle from his pocket as Stiles pulled a tissue paper wrapped bundle from his.

They were similar in size.

The pair tore open their tiny gifts to reveal identical key chains.

Derek and Stiles burst into laughter.

"'S' for Stiles." Derek looked down at his key chain.

"'D' for Derek." Stiles held his up next to Derek's to compare.

"I wanted you to have something to remember me by. I was just a stranger and you turned a shitty situation into…this." Derek shrugged.

"I wanted you to have something as well. A thank you for humoring me and my stupid little games. Not many people would have been so willing." Stiles ran his thumb over the 'D'.

"Honestly, I wouldn't have. But I've had a rough month and I made a promise to someone. I thought I was gonna lose my best friend. I got into a fight with my sister and then I got stuck at an airport on Christmas Eve. I don't know why I let you convince me to do any of this."

Stiles gave a sympathetic smile. "I'm sure the alcohol helped."

Derek frowned down at the gifts in his hands. Stiles had no idea how much this night meant to him. It had been a long time since he'd had this much fun. "Will you take a picture with me?"

Stiles' brows raised in surprise.

"I promised a friend of mine I'd be more adventurous. Figured I'd send her proof."

"If exchanging Christmas gifts with a stranger in an airport is your idea of adventurous, you are in desperate need of fun." Stiles laughed as he stepped up next to Stiles.

"You're not wrong," Derek agreed quietly as he lifted his phone.

Stiles gave a wide grin and Derek couldn't help but give one himself before clicking the picture.

"This friend. She the one that was in the accident?"

Derek nodded as he looked down at the picture. The large glowing Christmas tree behind them hid the fact that they were in an airport. He sent the picture to Erica with a comment that said, keeping my promise.

"It's getting late, we should probably get some sleep before tomorrow. I have a feeling it's going to be a long one." Stiles yawned.

The pair reached their corner when the blond from the desk approached them.

"Your flights are due to depart at six in the morning. Here are your new tickets." She handed Stiles and Derek each a new ticket.

"Thank you." Stiles stared down at the paper. He wanted to be more excited, but that meant he'd be leaving Derek.

Stiles laid out his pillow and offered half to Derek.

"We can share my blanket since you came woefully unprepared."

Derek hesitated for a brief moment before sliding in next to Stiles. He was beyond exhausted and Stiles blanket looked comfortable. "Thank you," He said.

The pair laid back to back under the soft blanket.

Derek thumbed the key chain Stiles had given him. He didn't remember the last time he had this much fun.

'Not since Mom and Dad died.' he could hear Laura say.

It had been a rough year without them. A month before Christmas last year had been the day they died. Derek didn't even bother showing up to Christmas. This year he promised. Until Erica had gotten into the car accident. It was touch and go while in the hospital and Derek flew out immediately. He'd told Laura not to expect him for Christmas, even once Erica was out of the hospital and on the mend. She was the only reason he was in this airport trying to catch a flight out so late on Christmas Eve.

"You have to promise me that you'll be better, Derek," Erica's hand was clasped in his. "It shouldn't have taken a car accident to get you out here to see me."

"I know," Derek agreed.

"It's been over a year."

"I know." He bowed his head.

"Promise me you'll try. Promise me you'll let yourself be happy."

Derek only nodded.

"Promise me you'll take chances. Do fun things. Find adventure."

Derek nodded.

"Promise me, Derek." Erica squeezed his hand.

Derek looked up, finally meeting Erica's eyes. "I promise."

"And promise me you'll spend Christmas with your sisters."

"But—"

"Promise me."

Derek let out a sigh. "I promise."

He had arrived at the airport bitter and tired and now he laid here feeling light and while still tired, it wasn't a bone tired like he'd felt the passed year. He was just sleepy.

He closed his eyes, clutching the key chain in his hand.

The morning light was blinding as it bounced off the snowy ground and through the large windows.

Derek woke with Stiles curled around him. Derek wanted to pull away but it had been a long time since he'd been held like this. It felt nice.

He checked the time to see that their flight would be leaving soon.

He shifted gently, trying to pull from Stiles' without waking him.

"Oh, sorry, dude," Stiles mumbled, pulling away from Derek quickly.

"It's okay," Derek sat up and yawned. He tried not to stare as Stiles stretched, his shirt rising slightly to show his waist.

"All passengers boarding flight 204 will be departing in thirty minutes." The announcer came over the airport speaker.

"That's us." Stiles yawned, pulling himself to his feet.

Derek and Stiles took time to wake up and call their families to update them before boarding the plane together.

It wasn't a short flight. Roughly six hours, but it flew by for Stiles and Derek. They exchanged stories and facts all the way to California.

A quiet fell over them as they made their way through the airport to claim their luggage.

"I really can't thank you enough," Derek said, when he and Stiles had gathered their bags.

"No need. I had a lot of fun too." Stiles bit down on his bottom lip.

Derek stared down at his buzzing phone. "My sisters are here. So I guess this is goodbye."

"Yeah, my dad's outside."

"Right." Derek hesitated.

"You have my number, feel free to use it." Stiles offered shyly.

Derek nodded.

Stiles bit down on his bottom lip before reaching forward and placing a kiss to Stiles' cheek. "Thanks again for humoring me."

"Thank you, I really did have fun."

"Tell Erica that I hope she's better soon."

Derek didn't know if it was possible to fall in love in one night. Before last night he would have said no. But now as he watched Stiles turn away, he was almost certain it was.

"You're awfully quiet, son," Noah Stilinski asked his son as he poured him a cup of coffee.

"Just tired," Stiles lied. He held the mug Derek had given him between his hands as his dad filled it. He wondered if he'd ever see Derek again. Based on what little he knew, Derek was a shy type, not one to make friends.

As if answering his question, Stiles' phone pinged. He opened it to see a picture of him and Derek in front of the Christmas tree.

"Thought you'd want a copy."

Stiles couldn't help the smile that pulled at his lips.

He snapped a picture of his coffee mug full of coffee.

"Already being put to good use."

As the day went on, they continued to send pictures back and forth.

Derek sent a picture of a bottle of gin with a truth and a lie.

Stiles got it right.

Stiles sent a picture of toilet paper with no comment.

Back and forth they sent them, until the sun was well past set.

Finally at midnight Stiles got another picture from Derek.

It was the large tree that sat downtown.

"Meet me at twelve thirty?"

Stiles' heart raced as he sent a confirmation.

Derek stood in front of the tree that sat in downtown Beacon Hills. It was taller than the one in the airport, though it had more color. Instead of gold and silver it was decorated in greens and reds and blues.

"Hey stranger," Stiles said, causing Derek to turn.

Derek pulled in a breath. Stiles looked stunning. His whiskey colored eyes danced in the glow of the tree.

"Hey." Derek swallowed.

"I'll be honest I didn't expect this." Stiles stepped closer to Derek, shoving his hands into his pockets, it wasn't as cold as New York but there was still a chill in the air.

"This isn't something I would normally do." Derek shrugged.

"Your promise I'm guessing?"

Derek frowned. "Actually it was something you said."

Stiles raised a curious brow.

"You were right. Exchanging gifts with a stranger in an airport isn't exactly adventurous. So I was trying to think of things that were."

"Oh?"

"I thought what if I invited the stranger out on a date?" Derek eyed Stiles carefully.

Stiles pursed his lips to hold back a smile. "Is that what this is?"

"I guess that depends on you," Derek had been nauseous before, he'd had food poisoning and the flu, but nothing compared to the rolling in his gut now as he waited for Stiles' answer.

"I think it's a romantic gesture. It mirrors our meeting at the tree in the airport." Stiles smiled, stepping forward. "It's a great first date."

A breathe punched out of Derek's chest.

"Did you think I was going to say no?" Stiles teased, taking another step forward.

"Like I said, this isn't something I typically do."

Stiles reached out and ran a gentle hand down Derek's arm. "You're doing great."

Derek's cheeks turned a shade of scarlet as he cleared his throat.

Stiles dropped his arm with a frown. "What's wrong?"

Derek laughed. "Right. I forgot you can read my body language."

"Habit, sorry."

"No it's okay, I just…" Derek ran a hand along the back of his neck. "I uh…I'm not good at this, but I wanted to give you one more gift."

Stiles grinned. "Oh yeah?" he noted the lack of present on Derek's person.

Derek stepped forward and gently dipped in for a kiss.

His lips met Stiles gently. His hand came up to cup his jaw.

Stiles leaned into the kiss, but it was over just as quickly as it'd started.

"You're so cheesy," Stiles laughed.

Derek's ears were bright pink. "Erica told me I should do it."

"She was right. And I think you should do it again." Stiles leaned in this time, connecting their lips.

This kiss lasted longer, there was more movement, and gentle touches of tongue as the kissed deepened.

When they finally parted, Stiles breathed out a laugh. "That, Derek Hale was very adventurous of you."

Derek grinned, his hands finding Stiles'. He was glad that he had made Erica that promise, and he was glad he kept it.

Consider buying me a coffee, I would really appreciate it!

#Sterek #Stiles x Derek #Christmas #Christmas one shot #Sterek one shot #Christmas fic #Sterek fic #My writing-H

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gotranting · 8 months

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I love how there are so many warnings for minors to not interact with smutty stories. I guess it is for the writers to shield themselves in a way.

But come on now. As if most of us didn't read the most filthiest of smut stories when we were 15. Some younger than that probably.

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undercoverbastard · 8 months

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“Seriously? You have to ask?” Stiles asked, in a bit of a disbelieving tone. “I mean I-... have you seen you? Resisting you sounds impossible, Derek, I mean seriously. I don’t think anyone in their right mind would tell you no if you gave them even a second look that’s- that’s impossible, you’re-”

Derek had already begun to tune out, a sick feeling crawling from the pit of his stomach upwards. He had grabbed for his shoes, fumbling slightly as he slid them on, in the middle of Stiles’ rambling. Before the other could continue, Derek waved away the rest with a nod.

“Right, right - you’re not… blind,” Derek interrupted. Stiles seemed a bit stunned at the overly neutral tone. Moving past Stiles without looking him properly in the eye, Derek mumbled about needing to get ready. Stiles attempted to stop him, his voice going low once the door opened, but it was of no use.

+.+.+

OR: a fic from the vaults, inspired by modern-day royalty au, derek’s penchant for being sought just for his looks, and im not sure what else was going on in my brain at the time tbh

Word Count: 4387

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evsipepsi · 1 year

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STEREK TOP 5

ok, it's difficult but I wanna try and tell you my top 5 sterek fic :) (I have 230 sterek bookmarks so... let's see

Fireman Derek's Crazy Pie [Cheeseburger Baby] (17698 words): firefighter AU in which Derek and stiles know each other but at the same time they don't!! very sweet

The Scientific Method (5947 words): Stiles is helping the pack with some experiments, enters Derek. Lol super cute Derek

Love Comes in Spurts (26238 words): AU in which Derek is a porn actor and Scott's brother, enters Stiles and his college experience while being Derek and Scott's roommate

I See Good Things in Your Future (4199 words): The "Fair of Mysticism" is in town, and Madam Sabina insists on giving Stiles and Derek a psychic reading. Together.

Kiss it Better, Kiss it Back Together (3427): Stiles is cursed by a witch to forget the person he loves the most so everyone thinks it's Lydia but it's not and the only way to get the memories back is through a kiss

#sterek #teen wolf #tw #derek hale #stiles stilinski #fics #recs #teen wolf recs #teen wolf fics #fanfictions #teen wolf fic #stiles x derek #derek x stiles #smut #soft #derek hale one shot #love #firefighter au #firefighter Derek hale

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trickster-shi · 9 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Original Greenberg Character, Laura Hale, Sheriff Stilinski (Teen Wolf) Additional Tags: Cooking, Long-Distance Relationship, Mutual Pining, College, Alternate Universe, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Slice of Life Series: Part 8 of Home Across the Universe Summary:

“Why don’t you just make a video?”

“Huh?” Stiles said as the question pulled him from his thoughts.

“Make a video. Set it up in the kitchen and cook it like he’s here, then he has that and can make it on his end. Not the same as him being here, but close.”

~ Derek is away at college and the distance is agonizing for both of them, but a suggestion may help bridge the gap.

#fic update #teen wolf #teen wolf au #home across the universe #one shot #sterek #look new fic!

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livingdeadvoid · 1 year

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"If you're going through hell, keep going."

"I'm guessing you knew him from school,,,? His dad asked in a soft voice, placing a calloused hand on his shoulder. He hadn't expected his dad to show up. I mean he didn't really know Issac much. But yet here he was, offering support to the son he didn't know he needed to support. Stiles just stared at the gravestone numbly, finding it difficult to speak the correct words for the situation. His shoulders shrugged lightly, rising and falling at a stiff pace. He nodded slowly though "friends from school," didn't exactly encapsulate their entire relationship.

See Stiles Stilinski and Issac Lahey, didn't just "know each other from school," They had loved each other. At least that's what Stiles had thought. The two had never been friends. Not until Issac rolled up to school one day all werewolfied. He had been bitten by Derek. Then he was quickly taken away.

The two hadn't really had a chance to really, get to know each other until after Jackson was dealt with. After everything was seemingly solved. It had started out with arguments. Petty comments passed back and forth, turned into screaming matches. Stiles would say something fucked and Issac would retaliate. Soon the two found each other knowing more about each other than anyone else around. Somehow through the mean comments and snarky remarks they had found each other through the darkness that clouded their lives. The yelling had long since quit, instead they comforted each other, helped each other. It became so much. The two began getting drunk off of each other's company. They wanted more, and more of each other. So the two took more and more of each other. Until eventually, "friends from school" didn't fit them anymore. It wasn't even beginning to cover what they were to one another.

The rest of them couldn't tell when Stiles Stilinski and Issac Lahey became... Well became Stiles Stilinski and Issac Lahey. Most didn't mind. It was nice without the constant bickering. It was nice to see them together, see them happy. Of course it couldn't last. Neither of them were particularly lucky. The two were in love. Well as in love as two hormonal teenagers could be. It had felt real to them, so who's to say it wasn't? Who's to say they wouldn't have gone to the ends of the earth for one another? Because they most certainly would've. Stiles Stilinski and Issac Lahey were in love. In love with each other and in love with the feeling of one another. They would do anything and everything with each other. Anything they could've and should've. Stiles only wished he had more time, there was still so much left to do.

They had wanted a dog together. A big one. Neither had ever had a pet before. But both wanted one. A husky,,,,that's what they had decided on. Big and fluffy. It wouldn't happen now, not with Stiles standing over Issac's grave. A stray tear fell from his red brimmed eyes. He had already shed so many tears, yet of course there were still more to come. He wiped it away slowly, his limbs too shaky to do anything quickly. He looked back at his dad, giving him a small smile. "Yeah.. friend from school. That's all," he turned back to the Sheriff, giving him a quick thumbs up. He thought he was done lying to his dad. Thought the days of endless half-truths and full on deceptions were over. Clearly he was mistaken. While yes, he had every intention of telling his father he just couldn't. It was too painful. Too fresh. His father sighed, bringing him into a tight hug. "He wasn't just a friend, was he?" Stiles' eyes widened, clearly he couldn't lie to his father any longer. Even though he had wished to. He shook his head softly as more tears streamed from his tired eyes. "He was so much more than that Dad, so much more," he had a painful smile on his face. His grip tightened as he sobbed into the crook of his father's neck.

After the dust had settled, Issac laid on the field lifeless. Stiles rushed to his side but it was too late. The wounds couldn't heal fast enough, blood pouring from them faster than any of them could deal with. He held him in his arms, rocked him as he took his last breaths. Stiles screamed, sobbed, hit, but nothing brought him back. Nothing would bring him back. Because Issac was dead.

"I was in love with him dad,,,, I was in love with Issac Lahey," he spoke the words quietly as he continued to sob.

#stissac #PLEASE I WORKED SO HARD ON THIS #might make it a full fic #i literally love them so much #they are so underrated #mieczyslaw stiles stilinski #stiles stilinski #sterek is good but so is stissac #that is their ship name right??#one shot #oneshot #teen wolf #winston churchill quote #i was in love with him too its okay bestie #stisaac #stiles x isaac #isaac x stiles #isaac lahey

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fogsy-feel · 7 hours

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Negative ao3 comments r so funny cause sometimes it's not even hate on me it's hate on the characters for being horrible people and it's like... you know I wrote them right?

#I keep laughing at one I got today #Like omg who would have thought my rich millionaire shot gun wedding Sterek au has horrible people who lie to each other #They got engaged after a week!#It's fine like what you like but have some decorum people

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celestialvoid-fanfiction · 1 year

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The Jeep

Eli’s sixteen and Stiles wants to give him the Jeep, Derek might need some persuading.

[AO3]

“I’m just saying—” Stiles said, sitting back against the velvet covered bedhead. “He’s sixteen now, he’s got his licence, he’s going to need a car.”

“Then we’ll get him a car,” Derek replied from the ensuite.

“Why not just give him the Jeep?” Stiles pressed.

Derek peered his head around the corner of the doorframe. “Because that thing is held together by duct tape and prayers.”

“Then we’ll get it fixed up,” Stiles suggested.

“Or we just get him a new car,” Derek countered, stepping out of the ensuite. He turned the light off behind him and climbed into bed beside Stiles. “One with better safety ratings, GPS, Bluetooth, and all that. A car that’s not going to break down or fall to pieces every time he reverses out of the driveway.”

“A car that crumples like a paper ball at the smallest dent? I mean, I hit Jackson with that Jeep and it barely made a dent.”

Derek huffed out a breath, struggling to smother his laughter and trying to keep a serious face.

“We’ve been through a lot, and – for better or worse – that Jeep has survived everything we have,” Stiles continued. “It may not have Bluetooth or GPS, but it still works after all these years.”

Derek sighed.

He had to admit: Stiles had a point. That Jeep, despite all the damage and duct tape, had held together over decades.

But there was something else; something Stiles wasn’t saying.

Derek leant back against the pillows, turning his head to look at Stiles.

“And…?” he prompted.

“It’s going to sound stupid,” Stiles started slowly, “but it was my mum’s car. My dad gave it to me as a way of holding onto her. I always felt like… it felt like she was watching over me. And as silly as it sounds, the thought that she’d be watching over Eli gives me some comfort.”

Derek reached over and took Stiles’ hand in his. He laced their fingers together and gave Stiles’ hand a gentle squeeze.

Stiles blinked back the glistening tears that welled in his eyes.

Derek brushed the ball of his thumb over the back of Stiles’ hand.

“Okay,” he relented. “You can give him the Jeep.”

Stiles straightened, looking at Derek with a mix of shock and joy.

“On one condition,” Derek added quickly. “We get a complete refit: new engine, brakes, airbags, full service—all of it. And we’re taking the police scanner out.”

“You can replace it with one of those fancy radios with Bluetooth and GPS,” Stiles offered, leaning his head against Derek’s shoulder.

A small smile turned up the corners of Derek’s lips.

“Deal,” he whispered, turning his head and pressing a soft kiss to the crown of Stiles’ head.

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“Eli?” Derek called out from where he stood by the front door.

He heard the footsteps on the wooden floorboards as Eli emerged from his room. “Yeah?”

“You got a minute?” Derek asked.

“Am I in trouble?” he asked as he made his way down the stairs and over to his dad’s side.

“Should you be?” Derek asked as he held the front door open, letting his son step out onto the front porch where Stiles stood waiting for them.

He paused for a moment, his eyes darting about as he searched his memories for anything he might have done that would get him in trouble.

“No,” he answered, but there was an upward infliction at the end of the word that made it sound like a question rather than a statement.

“You’re not in trouble,” Stiles reassured him.

“So, what’s up?” Eli asked.

“Well,” Stiles started. “You’re sixteen now and you have your license, and since your dad and I need the cars all the time—”

“And since you’ve proven you can be responsible and trustworthy,” Derek added.

“—we’re giving you a car.”

Eli’s eyes opened wide, his jaw hanging open. “Seriously?”

Derek nodded.

Stiles dug into his pocket and pulled out the key, holding it out in front of him for Eli to take.

Eli recognised the key.

He stared at it in stunned silence.

When he found his voice again, his words were barely a whisper.

“The Jeep?” His voice broke around the word, his eyes glistening with tears of joy as he looked from the key to his dads’ faces. “You’re giving me the Jeep?”

“It’s all yours,” Stiles told him.

Eli reached out and look the key from his dad.

“It’s been fully serviced,” Derek told him. “It has a new engine and everything.”

Eli glanced over his shoulder at the dusty-blue Jeep. “Can I…?”

Stiles nodded.

He leapt off the porch and bounded over to the Jeep, pulling open the driver’s side door and sliding into the seat. He didn’t turn it on; he just sat in the driver’s seat, bouncing up and down slightly with uncontainable happiness. He couldn’t help but laugh with excitement as he let his hands grip the soft, worn leather of the steering wheel.

Stiles and Derek stepped over to the car.

Eli bolted upright, his eyes widening as he remembered something.

“Does it still have the—?” His words died off as he answered his own question: he pulled down the sun visor to see the photo of Stiles wrapped in Claudia’s arms. He was four – maybe five – years old in the photo, the sun shining on their faces as they both looked at the camera, caught half way between smiling and laughing. He carefully pulled the photo out from where it was held in place by elastic, holding it in his hands as he looked at it fondly.

He sniffed and blinked back tears, trying to hide his face from his parents as he turned to hand the photo to Stiles.

Stiles shook his head, gently pushing Eli’s hand back. “That’s for you.”

Eli looked at him, his brow furrowed slightly with confusion.

“She’s always watching over you,” Stiles said quietly.

Eli didn’t say anything. Tears fell from Eli’s eyes, trailing down his cheeks as he looked down at the photo again. He offered his dad a shaky smile as he slotted the photo back into its place. He looked at his grandmother’s face one more time before carefully and lovingly putting the sun visor back up.

He wiped away his tears with the sleeve of his jacket. “Thanks, Dad.”

Stiles offered him a kind smile.

“There’s an emergency kit in the back,” Derek told him. “First aid kit, blanket, bottled water, snacks, a change of clothes, and a few other things. And, most importantly…” He stepped around the hood of the Jeep and opened the passenger side door. He reached into the glove box, pulled something out, and held it up.

The moment Eli and Stiles saw it, they both burst into laughter.

A brand new roll of duct tape.

#sterek #sterek au #sterek dads au #sterek parents au #sterek family au #sterek imagine #imagine sterek #sterek fanfiction #sterek fanfic #sterek fic #sterek one shot #sterek short one shot #eli hale #eli stilinski hale #sterek fluff #fluff with light angst #fluff and feels #more tags on a03

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teencopandthesourwolf · 8 months

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i just read THIS LITTLE (RED RIDING HOOD! STILES) BEAUTY and it was *chef's kiss*

#a perfect tease #stiles in a little red riding costume #my beloved <3 #sterek #college au #mature rating #sterek fic #one shot #*chef's kiss*#fic rec #setek fic rec #other pack member's words

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halevetica · 1 year

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Sterek Masterlist

Here I will list all of my stories that are Sterek specific. These do not include crossovers, but can include other pairings.

One Shots:

Mr. and Mr. Hale(Sterek)

Chinese for Dinner(Sterek)

Do Me a Favor(Sterek)

Lie to Me(Sterek)

Comforting(Sterek)

Doppelganger(Sterek)

Alternate Reality(Sterek)

Thoughts(Sterek)

Secret(Sterek/Steter)

In Trouble(Sterek)

Temporary Bliss(Sterek)

Believe me(Sterek)

E/A Con(Sterek)

Triskelion(Sterek)

Separated(Sterek)

The Fox and The Wolf(Sterek)

The Wolf and The Fox(Sterek)

Raven(Sterek)

Weakness(Sterek)

Significance(Sterek)

Pack Mom(Sterek)

The Wolf With Emerald Eyes(Sterek)

Paranoia(Sterek)

Unsigned(Sterek)

I never existed(Sterek)

Same Old Song and Dance(Sterek)

Hawaii five-0(Sterek)

Riddled(Sterek)

Halloween(Sterek)

I Wasn’t Ready(Sterek)

Nice Things(Sterek)

Trust me(Sterek/Steo)

Tell Me(Sterek)

His Shirt(Sterek)

Oh Calamity(Sterek)

As The Seconds Go By(Sterek)

Will you still be here tomorrow?(Sterek)

Feels Like Home(Sterek)

Promise(Sterek)

Cute Together(Sterek)

Full length fics:

The Spark Within(Sterek)

Lie Ability(Sterek)

All Hale the King(Sterek)

Suffer Well(Sterek)

To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before(Sterek)

Two of a Kind(Sterek)

A Poison I Drink Often(Sterek)

For the Love of Chaos(Sterek)

Flirt Responsibly(Sterek)

I Would Fake Forever With You(Sterek)

Same Old Song and Dance(Sterek)

Forget Me Not(Sterek)

Wake Up(Sterek)

Leave Me in Ruins(Sterek)

Like it or Not(Sterek)

Shatter my Reality(Sterek)

Podfics:

Temporary Bliss(Sterek)__10-20 mins

Chinese for Dinner(Sterek)__10-20 mins

In Trouble(Sterek)__0-10 mins

A Real Ass(Sterek)__20-30 mins

Secret(Sterek)(Steter)__10-20 mins

Weakness(Sterek)__10-20 mins

All Hale the King(Sterek)6-8 hours Ch.0-10 Ch.11-20 Ch.21-30 Ch.31-40 Ch.41-53

The Fox and the wolf(Sterek)__0-10 mins

Riddled(Sterek)__0-10 mins

Tell Me(Sterek)__10-20 mins

If you like my writing, consider buying me a coffee, I would really appreciate it!

#Sterek #Stiles x Derek #stiles stilinski #Derek Hale #Teen wolf #Sterek fic #Sterek fanfic #Sterek oneshot #Sterek podfic #one shots #ficlet #fanfic #podfic #My writing-H

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shitakimooshrooms · 1 year

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continuing with my idea of Stiles and Derek having shared a class if the Hale Fire didn’t happen and Derek was 3 years older; In Stiles’ freshman year of high school he joined the theater club(Scott was interested and he was dragged along) and Derek also decided to do so for some reason and so the idea is that that years play is Hamilton(I know it wouldn’t be around, but humor me) and Stiles gets cast as Alexander because he can talk really fast (and has definitely won rapping competitions before) and Derek is cast as Aaron Burr (the second verse of Wait For It just exudes Derek energy) and so the idea of Scott somehow still not recognizing Derek after having done like the lights and watching every single rehearsal and show that year just makes it all the more funny. (I also am a firm believer that Stiles will randomly walk up to Derek like “Pardon me, are you Aaron Burr, sir?” And Derek just sighs and walks away.)

#Sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #hale family #teen wolf #scott mcall #hamilton musical #just tell me that Stiles wouldn’t constantly be quoting Hamilton at Derek #And then one time Derek goes “we are not throwing away this shot” and it’s like a really bad situation and Stiles is just like #“OMG HE QUOTED THE THING! I KNEW YA HAD IT IN YOU!”#And Derek is just regretting his entire life #Also the entire Hale family love randomly playing Hamilton songs when they realize that Derek has a crush on stiles #They eventually stop because at some point Derek destroys a full blow speaker because they wouldn’t stop blasting Helpless #Please tell me I’m not alone in this thought

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psych87 · 2 years

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Fic Rec - Teen Wolf

I don't know why, but I guess it has something to do with you

LunaCanisLupus_22

Summary:

“You smell like me,” the guy says, scowling as he crowds in and Stiles staggers back between the coats and finally hits the wall. “Whydo you smell like me?”

He barely lets out a garbled sound as the blood rushes to his cheeks. “No reason,” Stiles yelps, struggling to get his footing and grasping at a whirlwind of puffy fur.

Or the one where Stiles goes thrift shopping and steals an alpha's shirt. And gets a lot more than he bargains for.

#Fic Rec #Teen Wolf #Sterek #Fanfic #Fanfiction #One Shot #Night Read #stiles stilinski #Derek Hale

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mindofmim · 7 months

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Trick-or-treat!

Good Day dear Anon! I have rolled the Halloween ask wheel and landed on Drabble! So for you a Sterek drabble based on a real event between my best friend and I (in which I was Stiles). May have turned into a little bit long for a drabble oops.

Stiles had dragged him into this store and promptly disappeared on him. He frowned, watching Stiles disappear around a shelf full of bagged snack foods. Sighing he wound his way to the back section with the wire racks filled with discounted paperbacks. He perused the titles, picking up a couple that seemed like they might be interesting enough. He had already read through the two books he'd packed for this trip. He needed something to read tonight while they relaxed around the campfire. Even if Stiles was going to pick fun at him for reading on vacation.

Suddenly over the hum of conversation and the ringing of a cash register came the unmistakable squeal of Stiles' voice. "Marco!" Derek felt as if his eyes were going to fall out of his head with how hard he rolled them.

"Polo," He replied just loud enough for the human to hear him. Derek felt his ears redden as the patrons around them giggled at their exchange, but he also found himself suddenly filled with affection for the human boy. Stiles came bounding around the corner, hands overladen with various objects and snacks that he held in a death grip as he skidded across the floor. A large smile on his face.

"Should have known I'd find you back here," He said nodding to the display of books. "Ready to go?" Derek fought his own smile, fixing him with a glare he'd heard Stiles refer to as 'Grumpy Fond Expression Number 2', and nodded.

Thank you for the trick or treat!

#ask game #teen wolf #fanfiction #writing #ask #sterek #ask me #fun #drabble #one shot #crack fic #fan fic #real event #anon ask #send asks #anon #my writing #fic writing

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myulalie · 2 years

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Talk shit, get kissed

As we know, Scott and Stiles are best friends, and they have been for a long time. It comes as no surprise then, as Scott and Kira are about to have their first child, that Stiles is gunning for favorite uncle.

There is just one problem. Kira’s best friend, Derek, who also wants the title. Cue in the beginning of a rivalry, truly one for the ages, as Stiles and Derek try to outdo each other to gain said child’s favor (read on ao3).

Words: 9k

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV)

Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale & Kira Yukimura, Scott McCall & Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall/Kira Yukimura

Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Cora Hale, Scott McCall, Kira Yukimura, Original Child Character(s)

Additional Tags: 5+1 Things, Future Fic, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Kid Fic, Rival Relationship, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Family Feels, Getting Together, Mutual Pining, Slice of Life, Uncle Stiles Stilinski, Uncle Derek Hale, McCall Pack, Alternate Hale Fire

Notes: This work is part of Fandom Trumps Hate 2022 and specifically a gift to @EvanesDust in thanks for your donation to a nonprofit: National Network to End Domestic Violence.

Some things are meant to be.

Unlocking the front gate of the white picket fence that runs around Scott’s house, Stiles grins at the sight of pastel balloons fluttering with the nice spring breeze. Matching bunting flags hang over the front door of the bungalow, and Kira steps out, holding her midriff with one hand. Pregnancy graced her with elegant curves, a white maternity dress flowing down her hips and legs, and Stiles hurries up the front porch to spare her the effort of coming down the stairs, wrapping her in a hug.

“I’m not impotent,” Kira protests, laughing.

“You are pregnant with my best mate’s first child, it is my responsibility to ensure your comfort and safety.”

Ever since meeting her, Stiles could tell Kira and Scott would end up together. A couple of years and an invitation to their baby shower later, they have yet to prove him wrong. Following Kira inside, Stiles peers at the decoration, a bunch of cardboard boxes piled together with pastel cut outs spelling “baby” points to a table where a few gifts await already. In the backyard, Melissa, Noshiko, Ken and Scott put the finishing touch to the coffee table holding most of the food, surrounded by comfy cushions.

Stiles catches sight of himself in the frames pinned to a nearby wall, a picture from back in high school, soon after Scott turned into a werewolf and Stiles helped him master his new abilities. They’re sweaty from lacrosse practice (well, mostly Stiles) and glaring at Jackson for making fun of one of them. Stiles can’t remember what the altercation was about. Next to the picture frame, another one stars Kira some time before finding out she was pregnant, in a Beacon Hills lacrosse team hoodie with her hands in her pockets as she gives a pep talk to the girls she coaches.

“The team came together to give us handmade clothes of various sizes since the little one will grow out of its wardrobe faster than we could ever imagine,” Kira says, smiling softly.

“That’s very thoughtful,” Stiles replies, nodding. “Which reminds me, I left my own gift in the Jeep, I’ll be right back!”

He rushes outside to grab the diaper cake in shades of white and gray, with a couple of surprises among the diapers to liven up the three tier compositions: a rabbit rattle, cotton bib and baby nappies. Shutting the door of the Jeep with a hip check, Stiles turns around just as a black Camaro comes up in front of the house. A moment later, a man and a woman step out in matching leather jackets, siblings by the look of it.

The woman, seemingly younger by a couple of years, wears her long brown hair down, straightened into an ink black, silk-like hairstyle to match her black lace dress. She reminds him eerily of Lydia, albeit more of a tomboy than Lydia could have ever been. Still, Stiles adjusts his flannel self-consciously, and wonders if skinny jeans were really an improvement from his high school days. Somehow, he gets the feeling both Lydia and this woman would disapprove.

“Do you think Braeden will be there?” the woman asks, and the man shrugs.

“If nothing comes up.”

As for the man — his expression inscrutable behind his aviator sunglasses — well Stiles sure hopes he’s invited to the baby shower, because it would be a shame not to get to know him better. He’s gorgeous. With a well-kept stubble and a soft looking sweatshirt, the man could pose for a fashion magazine, should anyone ask for Stiles’ opinion and to be fair, so could the woman.

He chews on some kind of gummy as they grab what looks like a stack of bedtime books wrapped in golden gift paper from the car boot, and they head into the house without sparing a glance for Stiles. He hurries after them nonetheless, using the opportunity to slip past the front gate while the man holds it open for the woman (Stiles really hopes they’re siblings).

“Got my hands full,” Stiles tells him, beaming. “Thanks!”

“No worries,” the man replies, a low baritone that he somehow expected to be deeper, if not hoarse.

“I don’t think we’ve ever met, I’m Stiles. Scott’s my best friend.”

“Derek,” comes the curt reply. “This is my sister Cora.”

Bingo, Stiles thinks privately.

“We went to school with Kira,” Cora supplies when her brother doesn’t elaborate.

They walk into the house with the introductions out of the way, and Kira gives a squeal of delight at the sight of the siblings, wrapping them both in a strong armed hug. She studied in New York throughout high school and college, when her parents moved to Beacon Hills as Ken started teaching history in high school. Kira spent Christmas in Beacon Hills that year, ran into Scott at the supermarket in some kind of rom-com meet-cute, and the rest is history.

“You’ve already met Stiles,” Kira says when Stiles tunes back to the conversation. “Derek and Cora are actually from Beacon Hills, although I doubt you guys met back then, before they moved to New York. I’m so glad you took this position at Beacon Hills Primary Cora, it will be so good to actually spend time together whenever we feel like it!”

“Yes, we’ll have so many friend dates!” Cora gushes.

“Are you moving back here as well?” Stiles asks Derek, jumping on the opportunity to chat him up.

“Yeah, we found apartments in the same building actually, we like to keep close to each other.”

“That’s sweet, you guys must get along very well,” Stiles replies easily.

Derek gives him an odd look then, as though he can’t quite figure out what Stiles’ deal is. Frowning, Stiles glances at Kira then, wondering if much like her, Derek and Cora are part of the supernatural. If so, do they know about Scott? Is Derek trying to guess Stiles’ nature? 147 pounds of pale skin and fragile human bone with sarcasm as his only defense, Stiles reminds everyone who will listen often enough, especially megalomaniac villains trying to take over Beacon Hills, and Isaac and Erica on many occasions.

Speaking of the devil, two blonde heads cross the threshold, Erica cocking her hip and Isaac with his hands in the back pockets of his jeans. Boyd comes up after them, the unshakable eye of the storm that make up the other betas. Stiles is not even kidding, they’ve been having less trouble in Beacon Hills since Isaac, Boyd and Erica’s reputation spread out of California.

Scott turned some kids in their grade back in high school when becoming a true alpha proved to be too much to handle for the makeshift pack he formed with Stiles and, from a distance, Melissa and the Sheriff. Curing Erica’s epilepsy and giving Isaac an out from his abusive home came as an unexpected turn of events none of them could find in themselves to regret.

“Hello there,” Erica purrs, flicking her blonde curls over her shoulder and instantly, everyone freezes.

Derek and Cora make faces at each other, their nostrils flaring to take in the scent of foreign werewolves, while Scott runs into the room to side with his betas, eyes flashing red. Derek’s own crimson pupils flare right back, and Stiles facepalms. With Kira standing in the middle, caught in the midst of burning red eyes like a deer in the headlights, it’s a disaster waiting to happen. She’s by no means defenseless, but it will be better, for everyone’s sake, if it doesn’t come down to an altercation. He takes it upon himself to diffuse the situation, flailing to become the center of attention.

“Cool, now that we have established that everyone is either supernatural or in the know, can we move on to the actual baby shower? No more pissing contests or whatever that was.”

“Don’t be bitter just because you can’t put out,” Isaac hollers, and Erica barks a laugh.

“Everything is ready,” Noshiko calls from the garden, blissfully unaware of the conversation.

Erica adjusts her see-through salmon blouse, floral patterns showing her midriff, and struts forward with one last leer at Derek. While she’s excellent at diffusing situations in her line of work — she’s a social worker —, Erica is hotheaded the rest of the time, and Isaac seems to compensate for his peaceful aura as a male midwife with a despicable amount of sass when off the clock. Only Boyd remains steady throughout, his button up shirt perfectly smooth over his muscular chest and arms.

Stiles sighs, gesturing at Erica to go first, and Cora huffs, following the blonde. Isaac and Boyd move with them, and Scott turns to Kira, helping her into the garden. Even in his jeans and stained shirt, he somehow makes for a picture perfect sight with the woman he loves as they step out and into the setting sun.

Left alone with Derek, Stiles hesitates, glancing anxiously at the other man. He opens his mouth, no doubt to say something incredibly dumb, only for the alpha werewolf to place a hand down the small of his back and lead him outside without a word, all the tension of the room falling over their shoulders.

“Your father called Stiles, he and Braeden won’t make it, something came up at the station,” Melissa tells him as he sits down next to her.

“It’s probably for the best, his diet can’t handle the bear shaped pancakes and honey lemonade.”

“You’re harsh,” Melissa replies, grinning.

“Just looking out for him!”

With everyone settled at the coffee table in the garden, they get started. Kira opens some of the smaller presents with Scott’s assistance, a monthly milestone blanket from Erica and a classy diaper bag from Isaac. From the look of Boyd’s gigantic package back inside, he built them a crib. Kira’s parents booked them a professional photoshoot session for after the baby’s birth, and Melissa put together a basket of baby-proofing necessities that makes everyone laugh.

“Childcare,” is all Derek says when his turn comes. “I can baby-sit whenever.”

Scott gives Kira his best confused puppy face and she giggles explaining, “Derek is a freelance translator, his schedule is very flexible at times. Thank you Derek, I really appreciate it.”

“And the best uncle award goes to…” Cora breathes out, miming a drumroll.

“I’ll be the baby’s favorite uncle!” Stiles protests half-heartedly.

Cora scoffs to hide her taunting, “Doubt that.”

“We couldn’t possibly choose the godfather and godmother,” Scott agrees, taking hold of Kira’s hand. “I’m sure you’ll all have your place in the baby’s heart.”

It sounds like a challenge if Stiles ever heard one. Glancing at Cora and Derek, looking ethereal in the golden glow of lightbulbs dangling over the coffee table to make up fairy lights as the evening darkens the sky, he is more than ready to prove himself.

And thus, the rivalry was born.

Find out what happens next on AO3!

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #fanfiction #one shot #fandomtrumpshate #fth2022 #autopromo

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