#sterekfestswinter2023

[sterekbros]

all he would ever need (1257 words) by Winchesterek

Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Original Children of Derek Hale and Stiles Stilinski, Eli Hale (Teen Wolf) Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Established Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Mates Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Mpreg, Omegaverse Omega Stiles Stilinski, Omegaverse Alpha Derek Hale, True Alpha Derek Hale, New Year's Eve, New Year's Kiss, Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski are Eli Hale's Parents, Parents Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Slice of Life, Fluff, Derek Hale Deserves Nice Things, Stiles Stilinski is a Nice Thing, Derek Hale Loves Stiles Stilinski, Stiles Stilinski Loves Derek Hale, Derek Hale is a Softie, Derek Hale is Good at Feelings, Family, POV Derek Hale, Feels, Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Feels, Derek Hale Feels Written for @sterekfests kiss me at midnight, @sterekweekly kiss, @sterekmonthly new year, @imagine-sterek 24 event

Summary: Derek has a quiet moment, reflecting on his life and his little family as the New Year counts down to midnight.

Derek smiled as he studied his family.

Stiles was asleep on the couch with Ava tucked against his chest and of course, she was shifted. Derek knew that she loved being shifted because she had more freedom as a pup than she did as a baby and he’d be sad when she stopped shifting around the age of five. It would feel like an eternity to both of them until she could fully shift again after she was eighteen, but he also knew it would feel like time flew by the time his little girl was on her way to being an adult and starting a life of her own. And maybe one day, her own pack.

Elijah was hanging upside down off the couch, his head resting on Derek’s shoulder as Derek sat on the floor. His little family had tried their best to stay up until the new year, but they’d been fast asleep for about an hour now and there were less than thirty minutes left until midnight.

The night had been eventful with watching their children’s favorite cartoons and letting Elijah drink sparking white grape juice as he pretended he was an adult, but they both knew they only bought it for Stiles since Ava was still nursing. They’d played the Floor is Lava with Stiles being the safety zone and Derek had more than once let Elijah win like he always did.

Not for the first time that night, Derek thought his life was perfect. After everything he’d been through, after all the pain and loss, he couldn't ask for more than what he had right now. Ever since he’d met Stiles and Elijah was born, he thanked whatever powers that be in the universe for letting him have this little slice of happiness. Even more so after Ava had been born, and especially now that Stiles was pregnant again.

They’d both always wanted a big family, each for their own reasons, and Derek felt like he was building a life that he could be proud of. One that he knew his family would have been proud of him for. He had a mate, he could take care of his pack, and they were living a perfectly mundane life filled with so much love and happiness that it sometimes hurt Derek’s chest with how much he felt for Stiles and their children.

After the fire, he never thought he’d be able to feel like this again. He never thought that he would be able to love anyone ever again. He was glad that he was wrong.

Derek raised his hand to gently stroke over Elijah’s hair, which caused Elijah to rumble with that little sound that Derek knew meant he was happy. Stiles always made fun of Derek when Derek made that sound too, telling him that he was teaching their son bad habits. He knew Stiles didn't mean it and they always laughed about it.

He carefully shifted until Elijah was sliding down his shoulder, still fast asleep, until he slid into Derek’s arms. Derek cradled Elijah against his chest. He smiled as Elijah curled against him, purring as best a werewolf could, and stood. He scented Elijah’s hair and walked him to his room, carefully tucking him into bed and brushing his hand over his hair again before he left and did the same for Ava.

Once the kids were in bed, he returned to the living room and smiled down at Stiles, who was still sleeping. Derek sat on the edge of the couch next to him, glancing at the muted television that had Times Square in New York on, waiting for the ball to drop. They still had some time and he thought about not waking Stiles, but then he felt Stiles’ hand on his thigh.

Derek’s gaze returned to his sleepy mate, finding Stiles blinking up at him and yawning.

“Kids in bed?” Stiles asked, voice groggy. He stretched and then slid his hand to hold Derek’s, relaxing back against the couch.

“I just put them to sleep… the three of you have been asleep for a little while. I didn't want to wake you.” Derek laced his fingers with Stiles’, bringing his hand up to place a kiss on the backside.

“Did we miss the ball drop?” Stiles asked, glancing at the TV which would answer his question, but Derek knew that he’d wait for his response all the same.

“Not yet, but it’s soon. Did you want to skip it and go to bed?” Derek glanced at the TV and they still had at least five minutes until the countdown started.

“No, we’ve made it this far. Or, well, you did. But I’m up now.” Stiles chuckled and sighed, then sat up on the couch, crossing his legs under him.

“It was a valiant effort,” Derek replied with a grin, reaching out for Stiles and dragging him into his lap. Stiles moved easily enough, draping his legs over Derek’s as he settled and wrapped his arms around his neck.

“Maybe next year the kids will make it to midnight… or maybe at least I will.” Stiles laughed softly, nuzzling against Derek’s neck as Derek’s hand slid onto Stiles’ belly. He wasn't showing yet, but Derek knew they were both imagining that Stiles was already growing a tiny pooch, despite them both knowing it was more likely a food baby at this point in Stiles’ pregnancy.

“I think we both might miss midnight next year with four children underfoot.” Derek’s other hand smoothed up Stiles’ back as Stiles scented him, glad that it comforted Stiles, especially since he knew it would help him the further along his pregnancy went.

“You’ve got a point,” Stiles replied and smirked as he drew back. “But I’m sure we will still all try.”

They looked at the TV when the countdown started and Derek thought about how different the following New Year's Eve would be. If they got the twins they both wanted, they’d have four kids, and if they still had only one, they’d both be happy with their little pack of three children.

“So, Derek Hale,” Stiles started, his fingers playing at the base of Derek’s skull, teasing the hair there. It sent a shiver down Derek’s spine and his smile was soft, his eyes full of love as he held Stiles. “I think you owe me a New Year’s kiss.”

Derek’s hand moved from Stiles’ back, trailing up until he wrapped his hand around the back of Stiles’ neck and gripped firmly as the seconds ran down on the television. He drew Stiles into a kiss as the horn sounded, pouring everything he felt into it. The kiss was passionate, yet gentle and he grinned as he scented Stiles’ arousal.

Stiles was flushed and laughing softly when the kiss broke. “I think I’m awake now,” he teased. “And you need to take me to bed and breed me while we can,” he whispered, fingers dancing across the mark on Derek’s neck that marked Derek as Stiles’.

“Your wish is my command,” Derek replied, his arms moving to cradle Stiles and he stood, sending Stiles into a fit of quiet giggles. Derek loved it when Stiles was happy and he knew that he’d spend the rest of his days making sure they were always like this.

As long as their hearts were beating and their lungs were filled with breath, Derek knew he had everything he’d ever need for the rest of his days. His life was perfect.

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[evanesdust]

more than a maybe

written for- @sterekfests prompt: "Kiss me at midnight." @sterekweekly word: present @sterekbingo Christmas square: new years eve

Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale Additional Tags: POV Stiles Stilinski, Childhood Friends, Secret Crush, Gay Stiles Stilinski, Coming Out, Bisexual Derek Hale, Mutual Pining, Love Confessions, New Year's Eve, New Year's Kiss, First Kiss, Getting Together

Summary:

…the one where Stiles thought his crush on Derek was unrequited. Spoiler: it wasn't.

"Have you seen Derek?" Cora asked, handing Stiles a glass of champagne. "There's only a few more minutes until midnight…"

Stiles rolled his eyes, ignoring her teasing grin as he took the glass.

"No, I haven't." Which was weird since they were usually attached at the hip, but Stiles was definitely going to look for him now.

Cora smirked and moved away to join the rest of the Hales gathered in the living room for the New Year's Eve celebration. Stiles had a sneaking suspicion that she knew about his crush on Derek. Hell, Derek probably knew, too, because sometimes Stiles caught Derek studying him—as if he were trying to guess what Stiles was thinking.

His scrutiny certainly never helped keep the blood from rushing to all the wrong places on Stiles's body, including his cheeks. That damned blush had been the bane of his existence ever since he realized that his feelings for Derek were far from platonic.

Because they were friends. Best friends.

And that was what made this whole situation a giant cliché. Stiles couldn't risk their friendship over an unrequited crush on his straight best friend, even if every fiber of his being was screaming at him just to tell Derek how he felt. It was safer to keep those feelings buried deep down, where they couldn't cause any damage.

Stiles figured Derek was probably hiding away from the noise and the crowd, staring at the stars. So he made his way through the party to where he was sure Derek would be, and sure enough, as he passed the large picture window facing the backyard, he spotted a familiar silhouette sitting on the deck, looking up at the night sky.

Derek.

Taking a deep breath to steady himself, Stiles stepped outside and quietly shut the door behind him. The crisp night air bit at his cheeks as he walked toward Derek, trying to think of something to say that didn't involve confessing his undying love.

"Hey. You okay?" Stiles asked as he drew closer, his footsteps echoing on the deck's wooden slats.

They'd practically grown up together, friends since elementary school, and Stiles could usually tell if Derek was broodier than normal. From the stiff way Derek was sitting, something was definitely bothering him. There was only a two-year age difference between them, even though Derek seemed more mature at times—like he was an old soul who'd seen it all and had the cynicism to prove it. But also like a protector since Derek always seemed to be looking out for Stiles, even when it wasn't necessary.

Derek glanced briefly over his shoulder. "Yeah, just"—he sighed—"got some things on my mind."

Stiles sank down beside him and dangled his feet over the edge of the deck, mimicking Derek's posture.

"Wanna talk about it?"

Derek sighed again. "I know about your crush on me."

It was said so suddenly that Stiles tensed beside him, barely breathing. Fuck. His heart hammered in his chest, and he couldn't look Derek in the eye. This was it; this was the moment that would change everything. Stiles had imagined a hundred different scenarios, but he never expected Derek to bring it up first.

"I…I…" Stiles cleared his throat. "I'm sorry…if that makes you uncomfortable, I mean."

That was the last thing Stiles ever wanted. Derek was his best friend, one of the most important people in his life. The fear of ruining that was paralyzing.

"It doesn't," Derek said, turning to face Stiles with an intensity in his gaze that Stiles had never seen directed at him before. "It's just...I didn't know how to bring it up. Or what to do about it. I've been trying to figure out my own feelings. And they're not as straightforward as I thought."

Stiles was sure his heart skipped a beat, or maybe it stopped altogether. "W-What do you mean?"

Because there was no way Derek meant—

"I'm…I think I'm bi." Derek's confession came out in a rush, his voice barely above a whisper, yet it seemed to resonate with the importance of a shout in the quiet of the night.

Stiles felt like his entire world had just shifted on its axis. "You think or you know?"

"I know. I know I'm bi," Derek answered with more conviction this time.

Stiles's mind was racing, his previous worries suddenly replaced by a burgeoning hope that was probably reckless to entertain. Just because Derek was bi didn't mean he had feelings for Stiles.

"Well, that's—you know you can talk to me about anything, right? Like if you have questions or…" God, Stiles had no idea what he was saying. He just wanted to be there for his friend. To support him, regardless of how this might turn out because that was what friends did for each other. So, instead, he blew out a breath. "So, how did you—"

"Know?" Derek finished. "It was you."

Stiles's eyes went wide, his head snapping back to look at Derek.

Me? he wanted to ask, but it was as if speaking were a foreign concept. His mind couldn't wrap around a single word to utter out loud. All of this time, he'd been so wrapped up in his own feelings and fears that it had never occurred to him that Derek might be grappling with concerns just as considerable, perhaps even more profound. That Derek could be struggling with the same revelation about his sexuality, in part because of him. That maybe, just maybe, his feelings weren't unrequited after all.

"If I'm being honest, I've had… I've had feelings for you for a while," Derek admitted, looking away from him. His throat bobbed as his confession hung between them, tangible and heavy in the cool night air. Stiles could hardly believe what he was hearing. It was as if Derek had just presented him with the key to a door he'd been certain was locked forever.

"You…you have? For me?" Stiles stammered, his voice a mix of disbelief and cautious optimism. Derek nodded, finally turning to meet Stiles's wide-eyed gaze.

"Yeah. For you, Stiles. I just didn't know how to say it, and I was scared it would mess up our friendship." Derek's voice cracked slightly with the vulnerability of his admission.

"But…" Stiles frowned, confusion mingling with the sudden burst of elation that was threatening to overwhelm him. "You just said that you knew I had a crush on you."

Derek let out a humorless chuckle. "I thought you might, but I wasn't sure. Not until now. And I was worried about how it would affect everything. Our friendship, the group dynamics, our families..." Silence hung in the air for a moment before he continued, "You mean too much to me to risk it all on a maybe. I love you, Stiles."

Was Stiles dreaming? The possibility of Derek returning his feelings was something he had never let himself hope for; it was too painful to even contemplate. But he knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that when Derek said he loved him, it wasn't just as a friend. There was something deeper in his words, a resonance that couldn't be faked. Stiles's breath caught in his throat, and for a second, he couldn't find his voice. When he finally spoke, every word was laced with emotion.

"It's more than a maybe, Derek. It always has been," Stiles said earnestly, his voice thick with the weight of his own confession. With shaky fingers, he was brave enough to reach out and cup Derek's face. "I love you, too. I always have, and I always will."

Derek shivered and angled closer. Stiles's pulse blotted out the sounds of the nearby party and people counting down.

"Stiles," Derek breathed out, his breath hitching as their foreheads touched. "Kiss me."

So Stiles did.

Derek made a sound in the back of his throat—part groan, part sigh—as Stiles's heart galloped wildly. He was so afraid Derek would change his mind and pull away that Stiles reached out, tangling his hand in Derek's shirt and holding him steady. When Derek's tongue flicked against his, Stiles's entire body came alive, and he understood what this kissing thing was all about. It was breathy and heart-stopping and amazing.

They kissed for a long time, Derek's warm fingers gripping his neck and Stiles's twisted in his shirt, only breaking apart to catch their breath before going back for more. His lips were firm, his tongue was soft, and Stiles wanted to live in this moment and never come up for air.

But eventually, he did, panting softly against Derek's mouth, their foreheads still pressed together, eyes still closed.

Derek's hand, still on Stiles's neck, slid up into his hair, a gesture so tender that it made Stiles's heart swell even more. They stayed like that for a while, just breathing each other in, until the chill of the night reminded him they were still outdoors.

"Let's go inside before you freeze," Derek murmured, his breath warming Stiles's face.

"Yeah," Stiles agreed, voice hoarse from their intense kiss. "But, uh, what do we—"

"Tell everyone?"

Stiles nodded, wondering how the others would take the news. If Derek even wanted everyone to know yet because he wouldn't just be announcing that they were dating, he'd be coming out, and that was huge.

"Well, first I'll probably tell them that I'm bi. After that…" Derek took Stiles's hand, lifting it and kissing his knuckles. "We'll tell them we're…boyfriends?"

It came out more as a question than a statement, and Stiles's heart beat even faster—if that was possible.

"Are you sure?" he asked, not wanting Derek to feel pressured into putting a label on things too quickly. "We don't have to—"

"I've never been more sure about anything." Derek met his eyes, his gaze clear and steady. "I want to call you my boyfriend and have the world know that I'm yours and you're mine."

It was a yes—a resounding yes that seemed to echo in the quiet that followed, and a wave of relief crashed over him, mingling with excitement and a touch of nerves.

"Okay then, boyfriend," Stiles said with a grin that lit up his entire face. "Let's go inside and figure out the rest together."

Hand in hand, they walked back into the house, their future unwritten but promising. This was the start of something new, something real, and Stiles couldn't wait to see where it would lead.

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[sterekfests]

Sterek Winter Fest 2023 roundup!

Thank you to everyone who participated in Sterek Winter Fest! Follow us @sterekfests for quarterly events. Sterek Spring Fest starts March 3rd!

"It's beginning to look a lot like Christm—" by EvanesDust

ornaments and traditions by Winchesterek

more than enough by EvanesDust

The Snowball Fight by EvanesDust

snow families by Winchesterek

dashing through the snow by EvanesDust

a good surprise by EvanesDust

sledding by Winchesterek

it only took a minute by EvanesDust

perfect slice of life by EvanesDust

mates and mistletoe by Winchesterek

All I Want For Christmas by Winchesterek

more than a maybe by EvanesDust

the promise of more by Winchesterek

The Great New Year's Eve Stand-off of 2023 by EvanesDust

Under the Mistletoe by MadMim

the best start to a new year by EvanesDust

all he would ever need by Winchesterek

#sterek #sterekfests #sterekfestswinter2023 #roundup post

[sterekbros]

ornaments and traditions by Winchesterek

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Sheriff Stilinski (Teen Wolf) Additional Tags: Established Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Mates Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Fluff, Christmas Tree, Christmas Decorations, sterekfest winter 2023, Derek Hale Deserves Nice Things, Stiles Stilinski is a Nice Thing, Derek Hale is a Softie, Derek Hale Loves Stiles Stilinski, Stiles Stilinski Loves Derek Hale, Future Fic, Deputy Derek Hale For: @sterekbingo square (Christmas) ornaments, @sterekweekly dinosaurs, @sterekfests 'it's beginning to look a lot like Christmas', and @seasonaldelightsbingo winter square ornaments Summary:

“You’re looking mighty sexy today, Deputy Hale.” Stiles chuckled, even as Derek rested his arm on the door frame above Stiles’ head and leaned in to kiss him. It was so hot that Stiles felt like if he were ice, he’d be a puddle on the floor.

A gust of wind made Stiles shiver, shaking the few remaining leaves from the trees around him to the ground and blew them under his feet. He walked quickly, pulling his coat tighter and tucking his face into the collar. He didn't think he’d ever get used to the weather changes, especially because he lived in California.

People thought it never snowed here, but it did. And he hated it. Every year. At least, he hated when he couldn't be inside warm with his mate by the fire.

His ears were cold, even with the beanie on his head. He really needed to invest in earmuffs with how quickly those things flew off the shelf as soon as it dropped below sixty. He’d be a millionaire by now. The same goes for gloves. Because every year, sure enough, he always lost his gloves.

It never failed.

Which was why he didn't have gloves on right now.

He shoved his hands into his coat pockets and grumbled under his breath at the puddles in the street. How dare it be cold enough to freeze, but warm enough for it to melt before it became ice again. He really hoped they would be able to pick out a tree at the lot today.

Stiles reached out to grab the door handle and pulled it open, the bell jingling above his head as he entered the police station.

“Hey, kid,” his dad said, looking up from where he was looking at some files at the front desk.

“Erica go home early?” Stiles asked, shaking the snow from his beanie as he took it off. It wasn't snowing too hard yet, but it was enough to make the walk terrible to visit his dad.

“Yeah, she said she had to finish up some work for school so she went home early. It’s almost winter break and I hear there are finals soon,” his dad replied, closing the file. “Derek’s in his office.”

“Thanks, Dad.” He clapped his dad on the shoulder and headed off toward Derek’s office.

When he reached the door, it was already opened and he smiled, leaning on the frame as he looked his mate over. “Hey.”

Derek looked up, a smile spreading across his lips. When it reached his eyes, it made Stiles’ heart melt. He loved the little wrinkles at the corners of Derek’s eyes when he smiled. It meant that Derek was genuinely happy, and he deserved all the happiness in the world.

“Hey,” Derek replied, standing and rounding the desk.

“You’re looking mighty sexy today, Deputy Hale.” Stiles chuckled, even as Derek rested his arm on the door frame above Stiles’ head and leaned in to kiss him. It was so hot that Stiles felt like if he were ice, he’d be a puddle on the floor.

It sent tingles through his entire body as he smiled into the kiss and wrapped his arms around Derek, kissing him back. “Whew. If those get any better I might be arrested for public indecency.”

“Ha-ha. Don't get any ideas,” Derek replied with a chuckle, giving Stiles another peck and then wrapping an arm around him. “Cold out?”

“Yeah, it’s getting a little chilly. The ice melted but it’s getting cold again so I’m sure it’ll be freezing tonight. And that’s if we don't get snow again on top of what’s already on the ground.” Stiles sighed, conveying just exactly how he felt when they were not quite in winter weather yet and stuck in the middle. It was a strange place of being freezing and unhappy there was no snow. Ice just wasn't as fun.

“Well, if you’re not up to going to the Christmas tree lot—”

“I didn't say that,” Stiles said quickly. “The plan for today is to get the Christmas tree and then we’re going to be decorating late into the night.”

Derek laughed. “Such a tradition,” he teased and then gave Stiles a gentle kiss. “Let me get my coat and then we can go.”

“Perfect.” Stiles’ favorite tradition was picking out their Christmas tree and decorating it.

It didn't take them long to get Derek’s things together, say goodbye to his dad, and make it to the Christmas tree lot before they closed for the night.

Stiles looked between the trees as they walked through the array of greenery. There were different species of trees, which Stiles never really understood. A Christmas tree was a Christmas tree, right? But they’d always gotten a Douglas Fir since he was a kid. So it was just the tree that Stiles always bought.

They loaded the tree onto Stiles’ Jeep, which Derek often took to work during Winter, and headed home. When they got there, Stiles was giddy with the idea of finally getting their tree set up.

Derek unloaded the tree and placed it in the living room while Stiles got the ornaments from the attic. When Stiles returned, he set the box down on the coffee table.

“We really should buy some new ornaments,” Derek replied, opening the lid and looking in.

“We can, but what we have is perfectly fine. Plus, I’ve been using most of these since I was a kid.” Stiles grinned and fished out an ornament, showing it to Derek. It was an ornament of a dinosaur. A raptor. Stiles’ favorite.

Derek laughed. “Well,” he pulled out a little wolf and fox. “We’ve been adding over the years…I thought it just might be nice to add some more this year. Maybe some gold and red glass ornaments?”

Stiles put the raptor onto the tree, then took the wolf and fox Derek handed him, placing them next to each other. “Sure… and maybe in a few years, we can buy a baby wolf ornament.”

He smiled softly as he glanced at Derek, then his gaze returned to the tree. Derek’s arms wrapped around Stiles from behind and held him close. “Maybe…if we’re lucky enough. But if we don't, you know that you’re all that I ever need, right?”

“I know,” Stiles whispered, his hand trailing along Derek’s arm. “Kinda the whole point of mates.”

Derek chuckled and kissed Stiles’ neck. “Well, I’m glad we have forever.”

“Me too.”

And tonight, they wouldn't be sleeping anytime soon because Stiles wouldn't rest until their tree was decorated.

It was the kind of thing only someone who loved him would entertain.

Stiles leaned back against Derek, turning his face to brush his nose against Derek’s cheek. “I love you, Derek Hale.”

“I love you too, Stiles. More than anything.”

It was the kind of love that Stiles knew would survive anything. That people wrote sonnets about. A love that would last forever, even long after they were dust.

“Let’s finish the tree.” Stiles pecked Derek’s cheek and drew away from him.

“You got it. But then, sleep.” Derek sorted through the box of ornaments.

Yeah, they’d be okay. Even if they only had each other for their next forever.

It was more than enough.

It was everything.

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[evanesdust]

the best start to a new year

written for- @sterekfests prompt: "Kiss me at midnight." @sterekweekly word: kiss @sterekmonthly word: beginning @sterekbingo square: dancing @imagine-sterek's 24, the sterek 2024 event

Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale Additional Tags: POV Stiles Stilinski, Canon Compliant, Future Fic, Established Relationship, Deputy Stiles Stilinski, Surprises, New Year's Eve, New Year's Kiss

Summary:

Stiles wished he could be at home with Derek celebrating New Year’s, rather than working. So, he was pleasantly surprised to find Derek at the sheriff’s station, waiting to ring in the New Year with him.

Stiles sighed for what had to be the millionth time in a handful of seconds. If he'd known being the newest deputy for the Beacon County Sheriff's Department meant he was relegated to the shitty shifts, he might have reconsidered joining. Shouldn't being the sheriff's son have some perks? Like, at the very least, not working on New Year's Eve when he could be spending the evening with Derek, cuddled up on the couch under the soft throw blanket they kept there, waiting for the ball to drop.

Instead, he was stuck in his cruiser, nursing a lukewarm cup of coffee and scanning the quiet streets, half hoping for some misdemeanor to break up the monotony. Not that he wanted anyone to get hurt or anything, but a little bit of action wouldn't be unwelcome.

Stiles wondered what Derek was doing. He'd tried to convince him to go to Lydia's for her annual New Year's Eve party, but Derek had given him a look of such deep skepticism that Stiles had dropped the subject almost immediately. Probably for the best, Derek and social gatherings didn't exactly mix like gin and tonic. He'd probably be at the loft, brooding over a book or working out, the usual fare for a quiet evening in Hale territory.

The clock on the cruiser's dashboard blinked 11:48 PM. Mocking him. Twelve more minutes until the new year, and there Stiles was, about as far from confetti and countdowns as he could get. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel with a resigned huff, feeling every bit a petulant child rather than a deputy of the law. Maybe if he closed his eyes, he could pretend he was anywhere but here.

A sudden chirp from the radio broke his reverie; a call was coming in. With a jolt, he was all business, reaching for the handset.

"Deputy Stilinski here," he answered, his previous thoughts vanishing instantly as dispatch requested him back to the station. An unexpected surge of adrenaline pulsed through him as he responded with a quick "10-4 en route."

He put the car in gear and maneuvered the cruiser through downtown, hoping it wasn't anything serious. Not when he had plans to call Derek at midnight to wish him a happy new year, to hear his voice, and maybe imagine that he was right there beside him. Briefly, Stiles wondered if he could sneak away after this call to steal a moment with Derek, to ring in the new year together, even if it was after the rest of the world celebrated.

Stiles arrived at the station in record time, but nothing seemed amiss. No other deputies were rushing about, and even the dispatcher, Marley, had a relaxed air as Stiles approached. Confused, he tilted his head and asked, "What's the situation?"

"No situation. Just head into the bullpen." Marley smiled in a way that made Stiles instantly suspicious. 

He raised an eyebrow, about to inquire further when he was cut off by music blasting from the other room—*NSYNC, if he wasn't mistaken—and when he walked through the door, he stopped dead in his tracks at the scene before him.

Instead of the chaos he expected, he found the bullpen transformed into a mini celebratory zone, complete with streamers, balloons, and twinkling fairy lights strung across the room.

Stiles grinned so hard he thought his face might split in two as he glanced at the very last person he expected to see tonight.

Derek.

"What is this?" Stiles asked, even though it was obvious Derek had set this up for him. His heart swelled at the thought that Derek had gone to all this trouble just to give him a New Year's surprise. Derek’s gruff exterior, the one he presented to the rest of the world, was nowhere to be seen. Instead, there was a softness in his eyes, a tenderness that was reserved for Stiles alone—something that always left Stiles feeling like the luckiest guy alive.

Derek looked as content as Stiles had ever seen him. A smile tugged at his lips as he simply said, "Surprise."

"I'll say." Stiles stepped closer, noticing there was even a bottle of sparkling grape juice on his desk, along with two plastic flutes. "You did all this for me?"

"Yeah," Derek replied, his voice carrying a warmth that settled deep in Stiles's chest. "It's our first New Year's together in an official capacity. I wanted to spend it with you, even if you're on duty."

The lump in Stiles's throat was unexpected, and he swallowed hard, feeling an overwhelming rush of affection. "I don't know what to say."

"Don't say anything. Just...come here," Derek gestured him over, and Stiles didn't need to be told twice. He crossed the room in a few strides and wrapped Derek in an all-consuming hug that was met with equal fervor. And though it didn’t fit the beat at all, they swayed to the music—a private dance in their makeshift party.

When they finally broke apart, the clock on the wall drew Stiles's attention, showing it was only moments to midnight.

"Happy New Year," he said, leaning in to press a soft kiss to Derek's lips, tinged with the promise of the year to come. Derek reciprocated the kiss, deepening it just as the sound of cheers and fireworks from the outside world filtered in. But they were in their own little bubble, the celebration outside dimming in comparison to this moment. As the kiss ended, Stiles couldn't help but laugh. "Best start to a year. Ever."

Derek's answering chuckle rumbled against Stiles's chest, a sound so deep and genuine it made everything else insignificant.

"Happy New Year, Stiles," Derek murmured, his eyes shining with mirth and something softer, something that said this was just the beginning.

As the last remnants of the 'Happy New Year' chants echoed outside, Stiles and Derek shared another kiss. One that drowned out the world, ringing in a new year in the best way possible.

Together.

#sterek #sterekfests #sterekfestswinter2023 #sterekfestsmidnight #sterekweekly #sterekweeklykiss #sterekmonthly #sterekmonthlybeginning #sterekbingo #imagine sterek #holy shit i wrote something

[sterekbros]

mates and mistletoe (1215 words) by Winchesterek Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Lydia Martin Additional Tags: Blind Date, Mates Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Mistletoe, Christmas Party, Presents, First Meetings, First Kiss, Getting Together, Meet-Cute, Fluff, Holidays, Derek Hale Deserves Nice Things, Stiles Stilinski is a Nice Thing, Derek Hale is Good at Feelings, Confident Derek Hale, POV Stiles Stilinski, Alternate Universe - Werewolves Are Known, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting

For @sterekfests 'merry Christmas', @sterekweekly present, @sterekbingo square 'hot chocolate', and @seasonaldelightsbingo winter wonderland square 'mistletoe'

Summary: There were muffled sounds on the other side of the door and then it was opening, revealing the hottest guy that Stiles had ever seen. “Uh, hi,” Stiles stuttered, really trying not to fall all over himself. “Hi,” the man said, grinning. “Sorry, I’m Derek. I’m sure you’re someone’s plus one?”

Stiles pulled down the visor and looked at himself in the mirror. He’d been stressed out all day. Mostly because he was going on a blind date, much less at a Christmas party. He was supposed to meet the guy there and had a very vague idea of what he looked like. Lydia had told him that Derek was traditionally handsome and had beautiful green eyes. That was all he had to go on, so he hoped the night wouldn't be a bust. Lydia would be there, but he knew that she’d leave him with his date as soon as she could so he could get some. Stiles definitely wouldn't turn it down, but it wasn't his plan, either.

He sighed and pushed the visor up again, then stretched his neck, running his hand over the back of it. He just really needed this to be a good night. Stiles was tired and needed a break, just for one night. Work was fine, even though it was stressful and his dating life was nonexistent. He wasn't exactly upset about that, but sometimes he did miss having someone next to him in bed.

Stiles sat there for a few more moments, letting his head rest on the headrest, and then forced himself to get out of the Jeep and go into the building. He faintly wondered how many floors it had as he pushed the button to call the elevator and then slid the door open when it arrived. It was nice, to see an older elevator still in operation. It wasn't quite what he’d expected as he slid the door closed and punched the number for the floor Lydia had given him.

It felt like forever for the elevator to reach the right floor, but when it did he could already hear people talking and holiday music playing. So there were a lot of people. Great. Stiles slid the elevator gate open and then stepped out. He checked his phone and shoved it into his pocket, then reached up to knock on the door.

There were muffled sounds on the other side of the door and then it was opening, revealing the hottest guy that Stiles had ever seen.

“Uh, hi,” Stiles stuttered, really trying not to fall all over himself.

“Hi,” the man said, grinning. “Sorry, I’m Derek. I’m sure you’re someone’s plus one?”

Derek stepped back as he pulled the door open and Stiles stood there staring.

Derek? This was Derek? That was impossible. There had to be someone else here named Derek. Because if this was Derek then he was more than traditionally handsome.

“Well, I’m Stiles.” He stepped forward and through the threshold, his eyes never leaving Derek’s. “I’m actually supposed to be meeting a Derek here for a blind date. So maybe I’m your plus one?”

Derek’s smile didn't falter as he glanced over Stiles and closed the door behind him. “Looks like,” he replied and offered his hand to Stiles. Stiles reached out and shook it, almost melting into Derek’s touch. Because damn.

“Welcome to my loft,” Derek added, shaking Stiles’ hand and holding on a little longer than someone should with a brief handshake. “I’ll have to thank Lydia for setting us up.”

That made Stiles blush, which wasn't a pretty thing because his skin became splotchy red. “Is that a compliment?” Stiles asked as he released Derek’s hand. Derek motioned with his head into the people-filled space, and Stiles followed him.

“It is,” Derek replied, his chin tucked down against his chest as he looked into the drink in his other hand like he was shy when he had no reason to be.

Oh. Well. It was good that Derek found him attractive because that made Stiles more confident in replying with, “I think you’re attractive too. So I’ll have to thank Lydia and buy her something nice.”

They both laughed. Stiles walked with Derek as Derek showed him around the loft, which wasn't many rooms, but it was still a nice space. Derek told him that he was always the one to host parties at his place as his pack’s Alpha and that revelation only made Derek hotter.

Stiles didn't drink alcohol so he sipped his cinnamon hot chocolate, his eyes focused on Derek. He couldn't stare anywhere else and he was sure it was the same for Derek even though Derek managed not to stare at him. Because that might be a little awkward.

They stopped near a wall lined with built-in bookcases filled with books to the brim and Derek pulled one out. “I know this might be a little forward, but I’d like to offer you this as a gift.”

He handed it to Stiles and Stiles looked the book over, smoothing his hand over the worn cover. It was titled Werewolf Mates and Pack Dynamics.

Stiles frowned and opened the book, flipping through the pages. “What’s—”

“I noticed the second you walked through the door. Your scent…” Derek cleared his voice, like he was trying to say something difficult. “You’re my mate, Stiles. I know it’s a lot—”

Mate. Stiles looked down at the book in his hands, letting that thought settle in his mind. Mate. Stiles was Derek’s mate?

It made sense in a weird way that Stiles couldn't explain, but he knew that he was drawn to Derek the second he saw him, and it was more than just Derek being hot.

A smug voice broke through Stiles’ thoughts. “I see you two have hit it off,” Lydia said with a grin as she sipped her wine. “And mistletoe…Derek…” Lydia smirked and walked away with a knowing smile.

Stiles followed Lydia’s gaze and sure enough, there was mistletoe above them. “Isn't mistletoe toxic to werewolves?”

Derek laughed. “Only if ingested and my sister insisted on putting it around the loft.”

“Sister?” Stiles’ interest was piqued. He needed to know more about Derek, his family, and his pack. He needed to know everything. Especially since they were mates.

“Laura,” Derek supplied with a nod. “I’ll introduce you two later if you’d like.” Derek shifted from foot to foot, then set his empty glass on the shelf. “So, since it’s tradition…” He nodded toward the mistletoe.

Stiles didn't have to be asked twice as he set his drink next to Derek’s on the shelf. Derek leaned in then, his hand cupping the back of Stiles’ neck as Stiles stepped in close until their bodies were touching.

When their lips met it was like fire coursing through Stiles’ veins and he moaned into it, pressing against Derek as their lips begged for purchase and their tongues tangled together.

Stiles was panting when they finally broke, pressing his forehead against Derek’s. “Wow,” he managed to get out. “That was—”

“Cosmic,” Derek offered, just as breathless.

“Something like that,” Stiles replied with a chuckle and then brushed his nose against Derek’s.

He grinned and kissed him again, letting himself get lost in the feeling of Derek. And if it was always going to be like this, Stiles knew his life would be filled with a love that consumed him, filled with passion and adventure.

A life that would be filled with Derek, pack, and home.

And Stiles knew that he’d never feel lonely again.

#sterek #derek hale #teen wolf #stiles stilinski #eternalsterek #sterekfests #sterekbingo #sterekweekly #winterwonderlandbingo #sterekweeklypresent #sterekfestswinter2023 #christmas bingo #mine #my fic

[evanesdust]

a good surprise

written for- @sterekfests prompt: "All I want for Christmas." @sterekweekly word: reindeer @sterekbingo (Christmas) square: watching romantic movies

Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale Additional Tags: POV Stiles Stilinski, Canon Compliant, Future Fic, Established Relationship, Happy Surprises, Fluff and Smut, Knotting, Unofficial Sequel

Summary:

…or the one where all Stiles wanted for Christmas was Derek.

It was just before dawn, but something made Stiles sit straight up in bed. His gaze dashed to the window, and he listened closely for whatever had made him stir, but all he could hear was his heart thrumming in his ears.

Running a hand down his face, Stiles sighed before climbing out of bed and padding through the shadowy hallway to the kitchen for a glass of water. The house was too still and quiet, especially after having Derek in his space for the last few weeks. The absence of his presence left an unsettling silence in the air. It wasn't just the lack of noise, but the missing sense of security Derek's proximity had provided.

As Stiles filled his glass, his eyes caught on the reindeer figurine on the window sill. A small, involuntary smile crept onto his lips as he remembered the way Derek's face softened when he caught sight of the silly cartoon reindeer with its red nose.

'For our first Christmas together,' he'd said later that night as they watched romantic movies together.

Shaking his head, Stiles took a long sip from his glass. He knew he was being ridiculous. Derek had only left a couple of days ago and would be back this weekend, just in time for Christmas. But Stiles missed Derek more than he wanted to admit, and the weight of loneliness set in even deeper.

He leaned against the counter, the coolness of the tile seeping through his shirt, a stark contrast to his warm, sleep-flushed skin. Shit. His transfer to the Sacramento field office needed to come through ASAP. He wasn't sure how much longer he could do this long-distance thing. 

"Just a couple more days," he whispered to himself, letting out a deep breath.

"Do you always talk to yourself?" came an all-too-familiar voice in the dark.

Stiles nearly dropped his glass, the water sloshing precariously at the brim as he whipped around. Standing in the dim light of the moon spilling through the kitchen window was Derek, his usual stoic expression giving way to a hint of amusement.

"You scared the hell out of me," Stiles breathed out, placing the glass back onto the counter before his jittery hands could cause an accident. As much as he wanted to play it cool, he couldn't. Not when Derek was here.

His heart leaped in his chest, a mix of surprise and relief flooding through him as he ran over, practically throwing himself into Derek's open arms. The embrace was tight and grounding, reassuring him that this wasn't a dream, that Derek was actually here with him.

"How did you—I thought—" Stiles began but was cut off by Derek's gentle shushing.

"I missed you," Derek explained, his voice low and soothing. "I figured this would be a good surprise."

Stiles couldn't help but laugh softly, a sound muffled by Derek's shoulder as he held him close.

"Yeah…definitely a good surprise," he admitted, pulling back slightly to look at Derek. He searched Derek's face, craving the confirmation that he was actually there. That he wasn't just a figment conjured by his sleep-deprived brain. But Derek was indeed real, the stubble on his jaw, the slight crease on his forehead, the warmth of his body—everything as tangible as the kitchen they were standing in.

"I missed you, too," Stiles finally said, his voice steadier than he felt before kissing him. Drinking him in.

Derek returned the kiss with equal fervor, his hands sliding up Stiles's back to pull him impossibly closer. It was as if they both needed this, the confirmation of their connection, the physical reassurance after being apart—even if only for a short while.

By the time they fumbled their way to the bedroom, they were both completely out of breath.

"Stiles." Derek sighed against his throat, and Stiles swore he'd never heard anything sweeter.

Stiles gripped the hem of his shirt and tore it over his head as Derek did the same, tossing it on the floor nearby before closing the distance again.

Derek licked his jaw and throat, marking him with fervent kisses that set Stiles's skin ablaze. He arched into the touch, his breath hitching at the sensation. Each one was a brand, a claim that Stiles eagerly submitted to. The familiar smell of Derek, a mix of forest, leather, and something uniquely him, filled Stiles's senses.

"I've missed this, missed you," Derek murmured, his voice thick with emotion as he laid Stiles gently onto the bed, their lips barely parting.

Stiles wrapped his arms around Derek's neck, the sensation of Derek's weight atop him comforting and exhilarating all at once. "Want you. Need you."

"How do you want to do this?" Derek asked, his voice husky with desire as he propped himself up on one elbow to look at Stiles.

They were vers and had taken each other in every way possible at this point, but Stiles couldn't deny that he loved the way Derek filled him. He reached up, threading his fingers through Derek's hair, and pulled him down for another searing kiss.

"Wanna ride you," he murmured against Derek's lips.

Derek let out a sound that was half growl, half moan, sending shivers down Stiles's spine. His eyes darkened with need and there was no hesitation as he nodded, already reaching for the bedside drawer to grab what they needed.

When he positioned himself near the headboard with Stiles's pillow behind his back, Stiles climbed onto his lap, straddling him with deliberate slowness. The anticipation building between them was palpable, charging the air with electric energy.

Crackling with the pop of the lube cap that was loud in the otherwise silent room.

Sizzling as Derek skated his fingers down Stiles's back, then rubbed his thumb through his crack.

Stiles swore when Derek pulled his asscheeks apart. "Fuck."

"God, I love you," Derek grunted, his voice as gruff as he circled Stiles's rim and spread the slick, cool gel, making Stiles shudder. It felt so good. "So damned much."

"I love you, too." Stiles closed his eyes, relishing in the sensation as Derek took his time with one, then two fingers, twisting and thrusting them inside Stiles until he was writhing for more. The stretch and burn were intoxicating. Strings of precome stuck to his abdomen as he rocked backward, his cock bobbing from the movement. When Derek found his prostate, stars floated in front of his eyes.

"I'm ready," he panted, desperate for the fullness only Derek could provide.

Without another word, Derek withdrew his fingers and guided him down, watching intently as Stiles took him in, inch by slow inch. The sensation was overwhelming in the best of ways.

"Fuck! Stiles, you—" Derek's voice transitioned into a groan as Stiles lifted his hips, then sank back down. He clutched Stiles's thighs hips, nails digging half-moons into his skin, and Stiles planted his hands on Derek's chest for leverage, then set his own pace and rhythm.

Stiles watched Derek’s every expression and knew he was making Derek come apart just by riding him like this. He moved with a frenzied intensity, his own moans punctuating the air, harmonizing with Derek's low, guttural responses. Sweat began to bead on Stiles's forehead, the effort of maintaining the desperate pace they had set together evident in every fiber of his being.

Derek's hands slid to Stiles's waist, guiding him, enhancing their connection, their shared rhythm until he suddenly flipped them both with practiced ease, pinning Stiles beneath him and capturing his lips in a kiss that left no room for thought.

The new angle deepened the penetration, and Stiles gasped at the increased friction against his prostate.

"Yes," he whispered urgently, his legs wrapping around Derek to pull him even closer, to urge him on. Their kisses were messy, breathless, punctuated by the slap of skin on skin as Derek drove into him with a relentless pace, each thrust dragging a series of gasps and pleas from Stiles's throat, each one more desperate than the last.

Their eyes locked, a silent exchange of love and lust passing between them as they moved together, two parts of a whole desperate to reach the pinnacle of their shared ecstasy. Derek's hand found Stiles's cock, stroking in time with his thrusts, and Stiles knew he wouldn't last much longer.

The pressure coiled tightertightertighter, winding up like a spring ready to snap. Derek's thumb brushed over the head of Stiles's cock, and Stiles bucked, the sensation almost too much to bear. His vision blurred, pleasure cresting until it broke like a wave, crashing over him and dragging a loud, broken cry from his lips as the warmth of his release spilled between them.

Derek followed soon after, his movements becoming erratic, a low growl emanating from deep within his chest as his knot swelled, locking them together as he found his release. He collapsed on top of Stiles, panting. They were a tangled mess of limbs and satisfaction.

Stiles ran his fingers gently through Derek's hair, the tender gesture a stark contrast to the carnal nature moments before. "Best Christmas present. Ever. Hands down."

Derek chuckled, pressing a kiss to Stiles's temple. "I think I can beat it."

"How are you trying to beat your own gift?" Stiles asked teasingly, his laughter light and airy as he basked in the afterglow of their intimacy.

Derek's reply was a warm and confident rumble against Stiles's skin before he propped himself up, smiling softly as he gazed down at Stiles. "I'm staying."

He said it with such simplicity, yet those two words held the weight of the world. Stiles's heart stuttered in his chest, his eyes wide and shining with unshed tears as the meaning sunk in.

"You're staying? For good?" Stiles asked, voice trembling with hope.

Derek nodded, his thumb brushing away a tear that escaped Stiles's eye. "For good."

Stiles let out a laugh, a mixture of disbelief and pure joy, and he pulled Derek down for a long, sweet kiss. He had more questions, but for now, they could wait. This was a moment to cherish, a promise wrapped in a future they would carve out together.

#sterek #sterekfestswant #sterekfestswinter2023 #sterekfests #sterekweekly #sterekweeklyreindeer #sterekbingo #holy shit i wrote something

[evanesdust]

more than enough

written for- @sterekfests prompt: “Let it snow.” @sterekweekly word: flurry @sterekbingo (Christmas) square: scarf

Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale Additional Tags: POV Stiles Stilinski, Canon Compliant, Future Fic, Secret Crush, There Was Only One Bed, Confessions, Getting Together, Frottage, Friends to Lovers

Summary:

...the one where Stiles and Derek were forced to hole up in a cabin during a sudden snowstorm. Of course, there was only one bed.

Fucking ogres.

Stiles grumbled under his breath as he and Derek trudged through the snow, heading back to…well, he hoped they were heading back to town, but it was dark and, at the moment, he was wholly relying on Derek's sense of direction since they were deep in the woods.

Why couldn't the evil supernatural creatures ever live somewhere conveniently located? Like a lovely suburban cul-de-sac? But no, they always had to choose the creepiest, most inaccessible places.

The snow was getting heavier by the minute, and Stiles could barely feel his toes. Seriously, it felt like they'd been walking for-fucking-ever. They had to be lost.

"We're not lost," Derek growled as if he could read Stiles's thoughts—which, who knew, with all the weird werewolf mojo, maybe he could. Plus, Derek was all evolved now or whatever. "We've only been walking for ten minutes…"

Stiles's teeth chattered and he pulled his flannel tighter around him. Christ, he’d kill for one of Isaac’s scarves right now. It was far from enough in the biting cold.

"Well, it feels like forever," Stiles retorted, his breath misting in the air. He stumbled over a hidden root, and Derek's hand shot out to steady him. A surprising warmth lingered even after he let go, and Stiles couldn't help but wish for a bit more of that werewolf heat.

His wish was granted when Derek shrugged out of his leather jacket, offering it to Stiles with a gruff, "Take it."

"But what about you?" Stiles asked, even as he grabbed the jacket and quickly slipped it on. Derek's scent was strong on the leather and embarrassingly comforting—embarrassing because Stiles thought he was doing exceptionally well hiding his crush on Derek from people who could sniff out emotions. Sometimes, he thought maybe Derek might like him too, but if he did, he was even better at hiding it than Stiles.

"I'm fine," Derek replied, his voice betraying none of the chill Stiles knew he must feel. Werewolves might run hot, but it was fucking snowing. "You need it more and besides, we're almost there."

Stiles stopped, tilting his head in confusion. It had taken at least an hour to find where the ogre had holed up—a run-down cabin camouflaged by the dense forest—and then he ran, fleeing even further into the woods. And that was before all the snow. "We're almost where?"

"To the ogre's cabin."

Was that supposed to be helpful in some way? Because Stiles didn't find it helpful in the least.

"Why are we going back to the cabin?" Nonono. Stiles wanted to go home. He wanted to crawl into bed and pass out under a mound of warm blankets.

Derek's pace didn't falter. "Because it's close. We're never going to make it back to town in this storm, so it's the safest place right now."

Reluctantly, Stiles had to agree. If they kept going in this blizzard, they'd probably turn into human popsicles. Well, he would. Derek would probably be okay.

"Fine," he huffed, quickening his pace to keep up with Derek's long strides. "But I just want it known that I'm protesting this whole plan internally."

Derek merely grunted in response, and they continued in silence for a while. The only sound was the crunch of their boots in the fresh snow and the howling wind.

As they continued on, the cabin finally came into view. Despite the circumstances, Stiles couldn't quite suppress the relief flooding through him. They made it. The warmth from Derek's jacket seeped deeper into his bones, and for a moment, he allowed himself to lean into the comfort it provided.

The door was ajar, swinging slightly in the wind, its hinges creaking with neglect.

Stiles held the jacket closer to him, pushing through the increasing snowfall. "Hopefully there's firewood."

Derek nodded, his eyes scanning the surroundings with a predatory alertness. "Stay close. We don't know if he set up defenses before fleeing."

They approached the cabin cautiously, the eerie creaks and groans of the wooden building making Stiles's hair stand on end, but the prospect of shelter compelled him forward. As they stepped inside, Derek immediately went to work, checking the corners of the single-room cabin for any traps the ogre might have left behind.

The place was a mess, with overturned furniture and scattered belongings—an obvious sign of a hasty departure. Stiles, however, made a beeline for the stone fireplace dominating one wall. He crouched, hands shaking from cold and adrenaline, and scraped together the charred logs and kindling remnants.

"Here," Derek said, offering a lighter he'd found on a shelf.

Stiles flicked it on and a small flame danced to life. He carefully coaxed the fire, feeding it until it crackled and roared, the warmth slowly pushing back the cold. With a sigh, he huddled closer to the hearth, moaning as he spread his fingers to soak in the heat. "Thank fuck. That feels good."

Derek watched him for a moment, something unreadable in his gaze, before turning his attention back to the room. Stiles, meanwhile, let his eyes drift closed, the heat lulling him into a sense of security.

The storm raged on outside, but it was surprisingly peaceful inside the cabin. The only sounds now were the fire's comforting pops and hisses, and the tromp of Derek's boots as he walked around the room.

When Stiles felt warm enough, he opened his eyes and found Derek stationed by the window, peering out into the snow-laden darkness.

"You should sleep," Derek said without turning, his voice carrying a commanding edge that allowed no room for argument. "I'll keep watch in case there are other threats."

"Do you think there might be?" Stiles asked, walking into the small kitchen. He was kind of hungry but doubted he should eat anything here.

"I don't know." Derek caught his gaze. "Probably not, but there's only one bed so it doesn't matter. Take it and sleep."

Well, that didn't seem fair. Especially when Derek had done most—read: all—the work fighting the ogre. Stiles could be useful, but he was only human. It was Derek's strength and werewolf senses that had really saved their hides. Plus, Stiles knew how draining it was to be constantly on high alert, which Derek had been since discovering an ogre roaming the forests surrounding the town.

"We can share," Stiles suggested; the words were out before he could consider how they sounded. "You need rest, too."

Derek's eyes narrowed, but Stiles could tell he was considering the proposal, weighing the options. After a moment, he nodded. "Fine."

Stiles knew that was as much of an agreement as he would get from Derek. Sharing a bed with Derek Hale wasn't something he'd expected to happen ever, let alone tonight, but given the circumstances, it seemed like the right thing to do. Besides, his inner voice had no qualms about the arrangement, reminding him there were worse things than being close to the person he harbored a secret crush on.

He moved toward the bed, trying his best not to seem too eager or awkward about it. Derek followed after a last check of the perimeter, his movements precise and efficient.

"Alright. How should we do this?" Stiles asked, taking off Derek's jacket, followed by his flannel. His pant legs were still pretty soaked, so he should probably take them off, but it would be weird, right?

"Pretty sure you get in the bed and sleep," Derek replied dryly, though his lips twitched as if he were fighting a smile.

Stiles stuck his tongue out like a petulant child. "I meant like with our clothes, jackass."

He gestured to his pants and then to Derek's, which were also wet from the snow. Damp clothes would make the cold seep back in, no matter how warm the fire was.

Derek rolled his eyes as if he couldn't believe they were having this conversation. "Take off whatever's wet to dry by the fire."

Stiles nodded, though his cheeks warmed with a blush that Derek, thankfully, couldn't see in the dimly lit room. He hoped. Instead of focusing on that, he stripped off his pants and hung them close to the fireplace as Derek did the same.

Without another word, they crawled into bed. It was awkward, to say the least, because the bed was small and cramped, definitely not made for two grown men. Stiles laid on his side, facing away from Derek and keeping a respectable distance while trying to share the small blanket.

"Oh, for fuck's sake," Derek muttered before the bed jostled as he shifted, and the next thing Stiles knew, he was pulled back against Derek's chest.

Stiles went rigid in his arms, his heart thumping erratically against his chest. He hadn't expected the physical contact, the solid warmth of Derek's body pressing against his back, but he tried to relax. It was a practical arrangement, after all—body heat was a good thing in this cold.

"You okay?" Derek's voice was softer now, right by Stiles's ear, making him shiver. But if anyone asked, Stiles would blame it on the warmth Derek exuded instead.

"Yeah, just...wasn't expecting that," Stiles admitted, hoping his voice didn't betray the nervous excitement fluttering in his stomach. Derek's breath was steady against his neck, a grounding presence that somehow made the cabin feel smaller, more intimate.

"Your heart's beating fast," Derek said without a hint of his usual gruffness. His arm stayed in place, firm and protective, and Stiles couldn't deny the comfort that came with it.

"Are you sure you're okay with this?" he asked, trying not to focus on how good it felt to be held like that.

"Yes. Yeah, this is okay." Derek paused, and for a moment, Stiles could almost believe he heard hesitation in his voice.

"Just, you know, warn me before you go all werewolf-cuddle mode on me in the future."

Despite the gravity of their situation, Derek let out a short, unexpected chuckle—a sound Stiles filed away in his mental archive of 'rare Derek moments'.

"Will do," Derek promised, the warmth in his tone wrapping around Stiles just as securely as his arm.

Stiles wasn't sure what prompted him to say it, but the words slipped out regardless. "Does that mean this is something that could happen again?"

His heart beat rabbit-fast, waiting for Derek's answer. There was silence for a moment, long enough that Stiles thought he might not get a response. But then Derek shifted, his hold tightening just a fraction.

"Is that something you'd want?" Derek finally asked, and Stiles could hear the uncertainty mingled with something else, something that sounded suspiciously like hope.

Stiles flipped over, needing to see Derek's face. To make sure he wasn't reading into it. But Derek was looking at him with an intensity that made Stiles's breath catch in his throat.

"Yeah," Stiles breathed out, the honesty of the moment stripping away any pretense. "Yes, it's definitely something I'd want."

The words hung in the air, heavy with meaning. Derek seemed to search his face, as if he were looking for any sign of doubt or hesitation. But there was none to find. Stiles's gaze was earnest and unwavering, though he definitely had questions. Like how long had Derek had feelings for him? And why didn't he ever say anything?

Finally, Derek's expression softened, a rare vulnerability showing through his usual stoicism. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth—a genuine smile that lit up his features in a way that made Stiles's heart skip a beat.

"Good," Derek said simply before closing the distance between them with a slight shift, their faces just inches apart now—their noses almost brushing. It was intimate and terrifying and perfect all at once.

Stiles wondered if his feelings were written as clearly on his face as Derek's were now.

"Stiles," Derek whispered, something vulnerable in his voice that Stiles had never heard before. It made him want to close the gap, to press his lips against Derek's, and end the torture of this proximity. But he didn't want to assume. Didn't want to push Derek away with his own desperation.

"Yeah?" Stiles managed to reply, his voice barely above a breath.

"Kiss me."

So Stiles did. He closed the distance between them, fingers gingerly cupping Derek's jaw as their lips met. It was a soft, hesitant kiss at first, as if they were both still questioning the reality of the moment. But then Derek's hand slid into Stiles's hair, anchoring him, deepening the kiss with a quiet intensity that sent a surge of heat through Stiles's veins.

Stiles pulled back just enough to catch his breath, his forehead resting against Derek's.

"This is really happening, isn't it?" he asked, his voice laced with wonder and a hint of amazement.

Derek's response was a gentle nudge of his nose against Stiles's, a silent affirmation that yes, this was real, this was them—together in a way they hadn't been before.

And then Derek kissed him again, this time with a confidence that spread warmth through Stiles's entire body. Each move felt like staking a claim, each touch a promise of more to come. The kiss grew deeper—hungrier—as if they had all the time in the world and yet couldn't get close enough.

Stiles traced the lines of Derek's back, feeling his muscles tense and relax under his touch.

Derek growled against his mouth, rolling them over and pressing Stiles into the mattress. God, Derek felt so good above him—their bodies aligning perfectly.

"Stiles," Derek broke the kiss, his voice a gruff murmur as he looked down at him. "Are you sure? Because once we start this—"

"I've never been more sure about anything," Stiles interrupted, his words a fervent whisper. Derek's eyes held his for a moment before they softened, the last trace of hesitance melting away.

Their lips met again, the kiss now laced with the certainty of shared intent, the previous tentativeness replaced by a fervid, mutual desire. Their minimal clothing was too much, too constricting, and it was a flurry of limbs as they worked together to remove the final barriers between them.

Derek's hands roamed over Stiles's body, every touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake. Stiles arched into his touch, driven by instinct and the magnetic pull of Derek's presence.

"Tell me what you want," Derek whispered, his lips tracing the shell of Stiles's ear, sending shivers down his spine.

Everything, he wanted to say. But Stiles knew that couldn't happen. They didn't have lube or condoms, and he was too impatient—too desperate—to stop and search for something that could possibly work as an alternative. Instead, he locked his legs around Derek's waist and rolled his hips, showing Derek what he needed without words.

Derek seemed to understand and responded in kind, thrusting against Stiles—a low growl vibrating from deep within his chest as their cocks rubbed together, sending a wave of pleasure through Stiles's body. Their movements became a language of their own, communicating hunger, need, and an aching sort of tenderness. The friction was both maddening and exquisite, a perfect storm of sensations that left them both gasping for air.

Stiles reached up, tangling his fingers in Derek's hair and pulling him down for another searing kiss. He lost himself to the moment. To Derek and the heat and urgency between them. Their rhythm grew more desperate, each thrust a plea for release.

Groans and bitten-off moans filled the air, along with the sound of their breaths intermingling as Stiles chased a release that was buildingbuildingbuilding. Derek's hand found Stiles's, interlacing their fingers as if to ground himself—to remind him that this was real.

As the edge approached, that sweet precipice that promised oblivion and ecstasy intertwined, Stiles panted, his voice ragged with need. "Derek."

He pressed the heels of his feet into Derek's lower back, encouraging him. Urging him on. Derek was close, he could tell. It was like an electric charge crackling in the air around them. Derek's pace quickened, his movements now driven by a primal urgency that matched Stiles's own. They were deliberate. More focused as he drove them both toward that edge.

With a few more purposeful thrusts, Stiles came, moaning Derek's name like a mantra. Derek followed soon after, giving a hoarse shout, and Stiles felt the warmth of his release spill between them.

As they collapsed together, limbs entwined, chests heaving, it was as if they were suspended in time, the only two people in existence, their connection transcendent and absolute. Or, at least, that was how Stiles felt as he melted into the mattress with Derek's face buried in the crook of his neck, nipping and sucking. Marking him. He could feel the dampness of sweat where their skin met. It was a vulnerability, a trust that Stiles had never expected to share with anyone, let alone Derek Hale.

As their breathing slowed, the silence wasn't awkward but rather full of the unsaid, the tentative beginnings of something new and infinitely precious.

Derek's voice was soft when he finally spoke. "Stiles, that was…"

"Yeah," Stiles agreed—because words were inadequate to capture the enormity of what had just happened. In the stillness, Stiles could feel Derek's heartbeat, a steady rhythm that seemed to sync with his own. He smiled to himself, the corners of his mouth tugging up in a way that felt like pure, unadulterated happiness.

He ran his fingers down Derek's back, slowly and gently, and asked his unvoiced question from earlier. "So how come you never said anything?"

Derek propped himself up on one elbow, looking down at Stiles with an expression that was equal parts exasperated and fond, as if he knew the question was coming.

"Do you really have to ask? I'm not exactly great with words," he said simply, brushing a stray lock of hair from Stiles's forehead. "And maybe I wasn't ready to say it."

"But now?" Stiles prodded, his gaze locking with Derek's, searching for the answer in his eyes.

"Now, I don't want to hide that from you, or from myself. Not anymore," Derek confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. "I want this—us."

He pressed a gentle kiss to Stiles's brow, a silent pledge. Stiles's heart swelled at the confession, knowing his own feelings mirrored Derek's in a perfect reflection.

"Good," Stiles breathed out, his fingers tracing patterns on Derek's skin, memorizing the feel of him, the reality of him. "Because I want this too—more than you know."

Derek smiled and then leaned in for another kiss, soft and sweet.

Stiles didn't know what the future held or how they would navigate the reality of this new relationship. But at the moment, he didn't need answers or plans. He had Derek here with him, and that was enough—more than enough.

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[evanesdust]

"It's beginning to look a lot like Christm—"

written for- @sterekfests prompt: "It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas." @sterekweekly word: dinosaurs @sterekbingo (Christmas) square: hot chocolate

Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale Additional Tags: POV Stiles Stilinski, Alternate Universe - Werewolves Are Known, Established Relationship, Holidays, Fluff

Summary:

…the one where Stiles pulled out the Christmas tree despite it still being Thanksgiving.

"Ta-da!" Stiles exclaimed, setting the Christmas tree box down with a flourish.

Derek chuckled as he placed his mug of hot chocolate down on the side table before crossing his arms over his broad chest, making his shirt stretch over his muscular frame. "And the battle of holidays begins… You realize it's still Thanksgiving, right? There's still turkey on the table."

Stiles shrugged as if he hadn't dug through their storage almost as soon as he was done eating to search for the tree and decorations. He'd rummaged through boxes, finding lights, tinsel, and all their ornaments. Before locating the tree, he'd even found his favorite stocking from when he was a kid—red with dinosaurs embroidered delicately across the top.

He waggled his brows and cleared his throat before crooning, "It's beginning to look a lot like Christm—"

Derek slapped a hand over his mouth. "I will concede to putting up the tree—" Stiles opened his mouth to declare victory, but Derek raised a brow and continued, "if, and only if, you agree not to sing, play, whistle, or hum Christmas music until December first."

Stiles pulled away from Derek's hand, frowning slightly, but the glint in his eyes betrayed his amusement. "Bah humbug, Derek. I can't agree to those terms. You're basically asking me to give up Christmas! I mean, come on. No music? No way! That's where I draw the line."

Derek rolled his eyes, already kneeling to open the box. "All I said was for you to wait until December before singing Christmas songs." He stood up with the tree stand, inspecting it. "Also, I'm pretty sure the turkey would appreciate it if we didn't overshadow its big day with premature jingle bells."

Stiles couldn't help but laugh, capturing the absurdity of the situation. "Alright, alright, deal. I won't start playing Christmas music...yet. But the second it's December…"

With a playful nudge, Derek handed Stiles the base of the tree. "Yeah, yeah. I'll expect to hear Mariah Carey singing about what she wants for Christmas as soon as the clock hits midnight."

Stiles grinned and grabbed the base, setting it up in the corner.

They worked together to get the tree set up, the air filled with a comfortable silence that only occasionally got interrupted by Derek's muttered complaints when a branch didn't fluff out the way he wanted or Stiles's snickers in response.

Once the tree was standing tall and proud in the corner of the living room, Stiles stepped back, hands on his hips, admiring their handiwork.

"Looks good," Stiles told him, voice filled with amusement as Derek continued to meticulously adjust the branches.

Derek turned, a soft smile gracing his handsome face from across the room.

"Only the best for our tree," he replied, walking over and wrapping an arm around Stiles, pulling him closer. Derek kissed him then, soft and slow, drawing out the moment. His hand cradled Stiles's face, thumb gently brushing against his cheekbone.

Stiles closed his eyes, losing himself in the serene sweetness of the kiss. When they finally broke apart, Stiles laid his forehead against Derek's.

"I love you," he whispered, his breath ghosting over Derek's lips.

Derek's response was immediate, a low and firm "I love you too" spoken so only Stiles could hear.

They stayed like that for a moment longer, wrapped up in each other, the world outside completely forgotten. It wasn't about the tree, the decorations, or even the upcoming holidays—it was about them, the simple moments shared, and the love that filled the quiet spaces of their life together.

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[evanesdust]

it only took a minute

written for- @sterekfests prompt: "Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays" @sterekweekly word: present @sterekbingo Christmas square: family

Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: POV Derek Hale, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alternate Universe - Werewolves Are Known, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Alpha Derek Hale, Omega Stiles Stilinski, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Meet-Cute, Protectiveness, Time Skips, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Mating Bites, Knotting, Mpreg, Christmas, Fluff

Summary:

It was crazy how it only took a minute for Derek’s entire life to change. …or the one where a chance meeting led to the best gift ever.

"C'mon! It'll be fun!" Laura's voice was muffled by the special earplugs designed for werewolves since their hearing was more sensitive. Something Derek was grateful for with the music blasting through the music venue.

Still, he rolled his eyes as he followed his sister closer to the stage. To the…sigh…mosh pit, where the rest of the pack was—in the center, bouncing around and knocking into the others around them. Wide smiles on their faces.

So dumb.

Why they thought being pushed and shoved into other people would be fun was beyond him. It went against all of Derek's alpha instincts to protect his pack.

"I'll stay here," he called out from just along the perimeter, where people formed a sort of barrier between the ones in the pit and those just standing around to watch the concert. He couldn't be held accountable for getting aggressive toward anyone who pushed and pulled his packmates if he got any closer.

Derek wasn't sure if Laura had heard him since it was loud, but she must have because she shook her head and rolled her eyes at him. The way she usually did when she thought he was being ridiculous.

"Suit yourself!" she said before plunging headfirst into the mass of adrenaline and violent movement with an almost terrifying delight.

With his arms crossed over his chest, Derek stood along the edge, watching the music vibrate through the crowd—literally shaking things up—and people surrendering to the primal need to move, to dance, to release the worries of their world. A sensation that was alien to Derek, to say the least.

He scanned the crowd, barely recognizing his pack somewhere lost in the wave of throbbing bass lines and flashing lights. Derek had to admit, though, there was a sort of beauty in it all—the undulation of the crowd, the rhythmic pulsations, everyone seeming to move in unison. It was a unique spectacle of humanity. One he was content to observe, just as he always did.

But his attention was pulled when a guy collided with him.

"Shit. Sorry!" the guy exclaimed, hands gripping Derek's arms as he tried to right himself. "Fuck, that was my b—"

The guy's words died on his tongue, his amber eyes going wide when he looked up at Derek. Derek's probably mirrored them because this guy—a human omega if his senses were correct—was beautiful. He had a cute, upturned nose and mole-speckled skin that appeared to glow under the concert lighting. Arousal coursed through Derek as he trailed his gaze over the omega's lithe body, over the long expanse of his neck that Derek would love to mark up, to his mouth and those sinfully plump, pink lips that Derek had the sudden urge to kiss until they were puffy and raw. Or see stretched around his cock.

Christ! Derek had never had such a visceral reaction to a person before. It definitely didn't help that the omega's big doe eyes made him look like the most delicious, seductive prey.

And his scent…

It was heady and intoxicating, overwhelming Derek's senses and making every fiber of his being scream at him to markmateclaim. His gums tingled, fangs threatening to drop as his eyes flashed crimson.

Holy shit.

What was happening to him? Amid the chaos, with thumping beats vibrating through his chest like a second heartbeat, his instincts were triggered in ways he'd never experienced before. Never mind the mosh pit; this was equivalent to walking into a hunter's den—or, more appropriately, a wolves' den—unknowingly declaring an open invite to the impending dance between want and danger. He found himself captivated, tethered by an invisible string to the enigma before him, radiating an almost luminescent pull.

God, this guy wasn't just any omega. This was Derek's mate.

"Aw, man. You're not mad, are you?" Concern filtered into the omega's voice, who continued to cling onto Derek as if letting go might send him tumbling back into the frenzy.

"No, it's fine," Derek replied as a wave of possessiveness he'd never felt before rushed over him. He flashed the omega, his mate, a small smile, arms going around him to hold him close. To protect him. "I'm Derek, by the way."

"Stiles," the omega—Stiles—responded with a grin that rivaled the brightest star. "It's nice to meet you, Derek. Though, I gotta admit, you don't look like you're having much fun."

I am now, he thought. 

Stiles's eyes sparkled mischievously, and for the first time that night, Derek didn't feel like a chaperone.

"I'm…not one for crowds. Or loud noises," Derek admitted, unsure why he was being so candid. Stiles might be his mate, but they were still strangers. Plus, he should be wanting to impress Stiles, not reveal his vulnerabilities.

"Then what are you doing at a concert?" Stiles quipped, his grin only growing wider. He tilted his head to the side, sending a lock of his hair falling onto his forehead. His piercing gaze made Derek feel like he was the only one who mattered in the chaotic setting they were in.

"Well…I'm here with my sisters and a few packmates," Derek confessed, wondering if—when—he should mention he was a werewolf and that he felt a deep, undeniable connection to Stiles. That they were mates.

"Ah, dragged along for the ride! Now it makes sense," Stiles said, chuckling and beaming a radiant smile that melted Derek's roguish exterior.

Derek's heart pounded fiercely, echoing in his ears, matching the bass that danced around in the backdrop of their shared space. Now was the time for him to say something, but before he could, the shriek of an electric guitar cut through the air, followed by the renewed eruption of the crowd, the atmosphere changing from loud to deafening.

Stiles turned in Derek's arms, and Derek thought he lost his chance—that Stiles would slip out of his embrace and get lost in the crowd, but Stiles stayed where he was, cheering with the crowd. Derek couldn't help but laugh. It was a genuine, free sound that resonated deep within his chest. Stiles glanced over his shoulder at Derek, eyes glinting with excitement that managed to worm its way into Derek's chest.

"This is my favorite song!" Stiles shouted to be heard over the clamor and the reverb. He moved in tandem with the beat—a natural sway in rhythm with the pulsating music. His scent held a sense of wonder and absolute joy that was infectious.

The mass of people in front of them started to push, pull, and shove each other again, and anytime someone got close, Derek threw his arms out, shielding Stiles from the flashing whirlwind of flailing limbs and flying bodies.

Stiles seemed to appreciate Derek's protective instincts and leaned into him, allowing him to pull Stiles closer—close enough that he could feel every tremor and sway of Stiles's body against his as they tried to stay grounded amidst the turbulence.

As far as Derek was concerned, the world beyond Stiles had ceased to exist. He held onto Stiles, protecting him. But all too soon, the concert was over as the band played their last chord—the crowd letting out one last explosive cheer.

Once the stage was empty, the lights came up, the glaringly bright fluorescence chasing away the incandescent glow from before and revealing an ocean of people within the room. The concertgoers began to disperse, chatter and laughter replacing the earlier ruckus of the music.

"It's over," Stiles said, stating the obvious, his grin still in place. He turned around in Derek's embrace, a light blush dusting his cheeks. "Thank you, by the way."

"For what?" Derek asked, still unwilling to let him go.

"For protecting me," Stiles replied, his words sincere and direct. He shrugged, seemingly unaffected by the commotion of their surroundings. He looked up at Derek from under his long eyelashes in a gesture that seemed unassuming but suggestive nonetheless.

Derek's heart skipped a beat. This was it. The moment he revealed they were mates. His gaze trailed over Stiles's face momentarily before adding, "You're important to me. We're—"

"Mates," Stiles finished in a whisper, his steady gaze holding Derek's as a hint of a smile played at his lips. "I'm right, aren't I?"

"How did you…?" Humans didn't have the same instincts as werewolves and, as far as Derek knew, Stiles was human.

"I might not be a werewolf, but there's still a pull. Most humans wouldn't recognize it, but my best friend is a werewolf. I did a lot of research growing up and knew what to look for," Stiles admitted, his words soft but solid in the midst of the dispersing crowd.

A smile tugged at Derek's lips, relief flooding him. "So you knew? When you bumped into me?"

"Not at first, no. I mean...I felt something but couldn't be sure. You kind of just confirmed it, though," Stiles responded, though whatever the answer had been, Derek realized it didn't matter. All that mattered was that Stiles knew they were mates and wasn't scared or pushing him away—he accepted it. Accepted him.

It was quiet for a moment, and anyone observing from the outside might have taken their shared silence as awkward or uncomfortable. For Derek, though, it was like everything had finally fallen into place. He was relaxed and…complete, and looking at Stiles, it seemed as if he felt the same.

Derek reached out, swiping a stray lock of hair away from Stiles's forehead.

"So, what happens now?" he asked, a quiet calmness settling over him. He had prepared himself to have to convince Stiles—ready to slowly reel his mate into his life.

"How about we get outta here?" Stiles responded. The corners of his mouth were upturned, revealing that radiant smile Derek found so endearing. "There's a diner a few blocks away. We can get to know each other a little more." 

Derek nodded, faintly remembering his sisters and packmates.

"We should probably find my pack first," he suggested, yet making no move to let go of Stiles.

Stiles laughed, and it was infectious, breaking through Derek's stoic exterior like nothing else. "I bet they're wondering where their alpha disappeared to. And I should probably find my friends too."

Together, they navigated through the sea of people, bound by an unseen thread tying them together, its secure grip an unwavering promise of a future yet to unfold. Derek had found his mate, and the world was suddenly a much brighter place. There was no fear. No hesitation. Only an unwavering certainty and an altogether embracing feeling of belonging somewhere and to someone.

It was crazy how it only took a minute for his entire life to change. _

Since meeting Stiles, everything had moved so fast, a tornado of feelings and events. Derek didn't know how to slow everything down. Or if he even wanted to. Not when one day flowed seamlessly into the next. If Stiles wasn't at his house, then he was at Stiles's. They were rarely apart for more than a few hours at a time. Usually, after spending that much time with anyone—family, pack, or the few friends he had—Derek was over it. He liked having his own space. Some peace and quiet to decompress. But it was different with Stiles.

Stiles was his mate. Which was what led him to this moment.

Derek didn't know where to look.

At Stiles's hole as he fucked back onto Derek's fingers.

At his hand as he fisted his cock.

Or at his face as he panted from the pleasure.

"So beautiful," Derek whispered before bending down and kissing his pouty lips. His cock had never been harder in his life, but he couldn't bear to rush this. He wanted to savor every moment, every small expression on Stiles's face. The way his brows furrowed in concentration. The way his eyes fluttered shut when Derek hit just the right spot. The soft moans spilling from those perfect lips were all for him, and that alone was enough to send an overwhelming warmth coursing through his veins.

Stiles was so beautifully unguarded in these moments, completely handing himself over to Derek. It was breathtaking. Intoxicating. Soul-clenchingly intimate. The way Stiles bore himself open, coming apart under Derek's touch, was pure, sublime surrender.

"Need…more," Stiles whined before pushing Derek back with a surprising amount of strength. He shifted forward, rising to his knees and straddling Derek's waist. And Derek wasn't one to deny Stiles anything. He loved the raw desire in Stiles's voice and the primal need in his eyes as he took Derek's cock, lining it up with his hole.

A guttural sound ripped through him at the sensation of Stiles lowering himself, taking Derek inside him inch by tantalizing inch. The tight heat engulfing his cock was mind-numbing, all-encompassing.

"Okay?" Derek gasped, shifting slightly, and his breath caught in his throat as his thigh muscles trembled with the need to thrust up into Stiles. The only reason he didn't was because Stiles clearly wanted control.

Stiles bit his bottom lip and nodded. "Oh God, yes."

And then he started to move. It was slow but steady, riding Derek as if he had all the time in the world.

Derek kept his eyes on Stiles as the tension built and built and built. Stiles was beautiful with his head thrown back, lips parted as he panted. He was so fucking sexy Derek could come just from watching him take his own pleasure.

Opening his eyes, Stiles met Derek's gaze and whispered, "Take me."

Finally.

Derek needed no other encouragement. Surging up, he wrapped his arms around Stiles and flipped them, pressing Stiles into the mattress. Derek's heart was pounding in his chest—his breathing heavy and ragged. Sweat dripped from his brow as he plunged into Stiles, drowning in him. Pure, naked desire coursed through his veins.

The headboard slammed into the wall from the force of their bodies coming together.

Stiles moaned beneath him. "Yes…yes…oh God, Derek."

His fingers dug into Derek's back, clutching at him like he was drowning and Derek was his lifeline.

"Yes, harder!" he yelled, arching against Derek, and the world fell away into a medley of sensations and sounds, thrusting and panting and needing until Derek couldn't bear it for a second longer.

Derek growled and shoved his face into the crook of Stiles's neck as his knot started to swell. It took everything in him not to bite down, to mark Stiles as his. But then Stiles whined, tilting his head to the side.

"Do it. Bite me," he begged, voice rough with desire and need. "Make me yours."

His plea hit Derek like a live wire, igniting an animalistic need within him that he found impossible to resist. He sank his teeth into Stiles's neck, and the world exploded, his senses going into overdrive, wave after wave of pleasure washing over him as his knot swelled fully and he poured himself into Stiles, marking him from the inside and out. His roar, muffled by the skin beneath his lips, was as primitive as the act itself.

When Derek could think again, he was sprawled over Stiles, crushing him into the bed.

"Sorry," he muttered, easing them to their sides, still breathing hard.

Stiles made a pleased sound, snuggling further into the crook of Derek's neck. Derek felt a hum of satisfaction as Stiles's body twitched with languid aftershocks, his warmth enveloping Derek in a way that felt like home.

"Believe me…you don't need…to apologize…for anything," Stiles panted, a grin spreading across his flushed face as he traced aimless patterns on Derek's chest.

Derek chuckled, wrapping an arm around Stiles and pulling him closer, inhaling his scent. It was intoxicating—a blend of sweat, sex, and a salty sweetness that was uniquely Stiles. It was a scent Derek had already memorized, already knew as intimately as the mole-speckled body beneath him.

"You're mine, Stiles," Derek whispered against the shell of Stiles's ear. He traced his fingers over Stiles's bitten neck, feeling the raised skin where his teeth had marked his claim. "You always will be."

Stiles shivered at his words, pressing closer still as if he could melt into Derek, become a part of him. "And you're mine."

Derek nodded because it was true. They belonged to each other. So utterly and completely. It was a primal thing—a bond transcending mere words and earthly bodies. They were mates. Mated. Bound and connected in a way that was extraordinary and overwhelming. Beautiful.

"I'm yours," Derek confirmed aloud. Stiles's heart beat against his as the contented silence embraced them. His fingers twined through Stiles's hair, drawing him closer and drinking in his unique scent, his unique essence.

In the quiet aftermath, under the soft glow of the moonlight pouring in through the window, Stiles finally said, "Derek…I-I love you. I know it might be too soon, but considering—"

"I love you, too." Derek hooked a finger under Stiles's chin, tipping his head up. When Stiles met his gaze, Derek was unflinching in his sincerity as he reiterated his words, "I love you. You're my mate."

And it didn't matter if their relationship didn't follow social norms or if they leapt over a few steps to get there. Stiles was his mate, and their relationship made perfect, absolute sense to him. Their connection was beyond rules and boundaries dictated by the world. It was spiritual and eternal.

Derek hugged Stiles tightly, whispering a soft, "I want everything with you."

"I want that, too," Stiles murmured into Derek's chest, pressing a warm kiss over his heart. His touch held a depth of tenderness—a promise of forever in his words.

Derek tightened his grip, looking down at the man he had claimed as his own. Stiles looked back up at him, eyes shimmering with unshed tears of happiness and love. It was the most beautiful sight Derek had ever seen.

In the stillness of the night, they lay entwined in each other's arms, basking in the shared warmth and love, lost in the peace that only they could offer to one another. _

Derek placed his hands on Stiles's belly, feeling Eli kick as they rocked from side to side, dancing to the Christmas music playing through his parent's old stereo. Stiles laughed giddily, his eyes twinkling like the colorful lights on the Christmas tree.

"Who would have ever thought that Derek was a romantic?" Cora said from her spot on the couch. "Ow!"

Laura was the closest to her, so Derek could imagine that she'd elbowed or pinched Cora, probably in an attempt to silence her. But Derek just shook his head, a fond smile on his face as he pulled Stiles even closer.

"Guess I'm full of surprises," Derek grinned, whispering into Stiles's ear. The tickle of his breath caused Stiles to laugh again, his body trembling with mirth against Derek's.

Cora rolled her eyes, but the complacent twitch of her lips betrayed her teasing demeanor.

"So when do we get to open presents?" she asked, flopping dramatically against Laura.

Laura gave her a mock-stern look. "You're like a five-year-old."

"You're like a five-year-old," Cora retorted, sticking her tongue out at her sister. Laura responded with a faux gasp, pretending to be offended.

In the middle of their playful banter, Stiles's laughter filled the room again. He swayed slowly, eyes closed, as if soaking in the happy moments.

Derek took the opportunity, bending down to place a soft kiss on Stiles's round belly. "It doesn't matter when everyone opens their presents. We already have our little gift."

Stiles placed a hand on Derek's cheek, pulling him up until they were face to face.

"The best Christmas present," Stiles confirmed before leaning in to share a tender kiss with him.

The room seemed to hush a moment, Laura and Cora's banter petering out before Cora made a face and pretended to retch. His mom walked into the room at that moment, followed by his dad, and gave her a scathing look.

"Behave yourself, Cora," she admonished. "It's Christmas. And we're so happy for Derek and Stiles."

Derek gave a nod of thanks toward his mom, wrapping an arm around Stiles and pulling him to his side. His heart was filled to the brim with affection, not just for Stiles but for his family as well.

"I'm just saying, if I wanted to watch a romance movie, I would have turned one on," Cora replied, her voice traced with amusement.

"Enough with the commentary," his dad chimed in, but there was clear amusement in his voice, too.

A jovial mood spread through the room, and Derek couldn't help but be touched. It was Stiles's first Christmas with them, and he had already become a vital part of their celebrations. There was no pretense of formality, no uncomfortably polite exchanges, just heartwarming laughter and random bickering that already felt familiar.

A few moments later, his mother walked over with a large box wrapped in shiny paper. Handing it to Stiles, she looked at Derek knowingly. "Something I made for Eli."

Stiles unwrapped it carefully, revealing a knitted baby blanket with a small wolf embroidered in one corner. The moment sent warmth coursing through Derek, witnessing Stiles's eyes light up at the sight of the blanket.

Derek wasn't a man of many words. He simply watched as Stiles's hands traced over the intricate patterns of the blanket and cherished the heartwarming scene, as well as the mix of surprise, delight, and gratitude softening his mate's features. Placing his hand on Stiles's pregnant belly, he knew this would be a memory he'd forever cherish. Their first shared Christmas and their baby, who was soon to arrive.

He could almost hear the gentle yet promising rustlings of new traditions being woven, just like the delicate threads of grandma's love woven into the baby blanket.

"It's beautiful. Thank you." Stiles's words were barely a whisper, his surprise palpable as he gazed at the handmade blanket in his hands. "You made this?"

Derek's mom nodded, smiling brightly. "Yes, I did. I thought it would be something special for the new baby, a gift from the heart. I know it's not much, but it's made with love and care."

Stiles held the blanket up against the soft light filtering in from the frosted window, the intricate stitching in the blanket catching the light. "I love it. And I know Eli will love it, too."

Almost as if he knew they were talking about him, Eli kicked against Derek's palm. Stiles and Derek exchanged a knowing glance, the promise of sharing many more such Christmases in their future written in their eyes.

Soon, the room buzzed with excitement as everyone started opening gifts. The wrapping paper was tossed carelessly around with laughter filling their cozy home. And amid the cheerfulness, Derek and Stiles stood in their own little world, eyes only for each other and the little life they'd created together.

With the soft glow of the tree lights bouncing off Stiles's excited features and the sweet hum of 'Silent Night' in the background, Derek still couldn't believe how it only took a minute for his entire life to change.

#sterek #sterekfests #sterekfestswinter2023 #sterekfestschristmas #sterekweekly #sterekweeklypresent #sterekbingo #holy shit i wrote something

[sterekbros]

sledding (842 words) by Winchesterek Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Eli Hale (Teen Wolf), Original Children of Derek Hale and Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omegaverse Alpha Derek Hale, Omegaverse Omega Stiles Stilinski, Mpreg, Established Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Mates Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Snow, Winter, Sledding, Snow Angels, Fluff, Family Fluff, Family, Slice of Life, Stiles Stilinski is a Nice Thing, Derek Hale Deserves Nice Things, Derek Hale Loves Stiles Stilinski, Stiles Stilinski Loves Derek Hale, Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski are Eli Hale's Parents, Derek Hale is a Softie, Parents Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Summary: Stiles, Derek, and Eli go sledding. For Events @sterekfests Winter Wonderland, @sterekbingo square family (Christmas), and @seasonaldelightsbingo square snow angels.

Stiles screamed as he held on tightly, the cardboard curling in his hands the quicker it slid down the snowy hill. Elijah bounced in his lap as the cardboard felt like a rocket, shooting them toward a snow hill. Stiles moved an arm to wrap around Elijah as Elijah held onto the cardboard and then they crashed into the snow.

He fell back, Elijah rolling with laughter on top of him. “Let’s do it again, Daddy!”

Stiles’ lungs hurt. “I think you should do it with your Dad. Ava’s too small so she can't slide down the hills with us yet and I need to feed her.”

“Awwww, man.” Elijah pouted and sighed, but then he smiled, as if there was nothing that could ruin his mood. “Okay! And when Ava is big enough, she can slide down with me!”

“She sure can!” Stiles rubbed his hands up and down Elijah’s back as he sat up, Elijah clinging to him. He stood up with his five-year-old monkey-son and grabbed the beaten cardboard.

Stiles walked toward Derek and Elijah promptly dropped off of him and ran to his father.

“Did you see us?!” he shouted excitedly.

“I did. You went so fast!” Derek replied, jiggling Ava in his arms. Stiles dropped the cardboard next to them and held his arms out for Ava, and Derek put their daughter into his arms.

“Hey baby girl,” Stiles said to her and she gurgled up at him. He smiled and nuzzled against her cheek, which made her squeal with excitement and wiggle her arms out of her blankets. “No, no. It’s so cold out here. Even if you are a baby werewolf.”

“Let’s go again!” Elijah grabbed Derek’s hand and he chuckled.

“Alright, alright. Grab the cardboard and give me a few seconds. I’ll meet you up at the top of the hill. Okay, kiddo?” Derek walked with Eli until he grabbed the beaten-up cardboard and they watched as Eli ran up the snowy hill.

“So. I’m glad you survived your crash with the snow hill,” Derek said softly as he wrapped his arms around Stiles and Ava. He chuckled and kissed Stiles gently, then nuzzled into his neck and breathed deeply.

It sent warmth through Stiles all over, even as Ava squeaked as she was squeezed between her parents. “Well, I’m more durable than you or anyone else thinks. You know, being an Omega we have to be since we give birth and all that.”

“You’ve got a point,” Derek replied and brushed his nose against Stiles’. “You are the most amazing person I’ve ever met. You’ve given us two children—” Derek leaned back just enough to move his hand down to Stiles’ nearly flat belly. “And we have another one on the way.”

Stiles grinned and thought about the family they were growing. He knew that Ava was only about six months old, but Stiles was excited about his recent pregnancy results. He’d told Derek that he wanted to try every time he went into heat and they were more than ecstatic when his results came back positive.

“Do you want a boy or a girl?” Stiles asked as he cradled Ava to his chest, pulling her blanket around her.

“Either is fine with me,” Derek replied. “You know that.”

“I know… I just wanted to know if I should be buying more boy or girl clothes. And if I should be making up the new nursery.” Stiles knew they didn't care if they had a boy or girl and they’d love their child either way, but Stiles also liked the idea of giving Derek more sons to help build the Hale pack up again after their loss.

He wanted the Hale pack to be great like it was during their reign over this territory. Over Derek’s home.

“It’ll all work out,” Derek replied and chuckled. “Maybe we’ll have twins. After all, it runs in my family.”

Stiles laughed softly, the thought of twins both exciting and terrifying him. He imagined how huge he’d get with two babies in him and how he’d have to care for Ava while pregnant with twins.

“Daddy!” Elijah shouted from the top of the hill.

“Our son awaits,” Derek teased and kissed Stiles again. “We’ll be right back. Probably crashing into a snow hill too.”

“We’ll be here waiting.” Stiles watched as Derek hurried up the hill to join Elijah. He situated them on the cardboard just like he and Elijah had been earlier and then they were screaming as it hurtled them toward the snow hill.

When they crashed, there was nothing but laughter and flailing until Derek and Elijah were lying in the snow making snow angels.

It might have been chilly out, but the day was perfect and Stiles knew that Christmas would be special this year, especially because it would be Ava’s first Christmas and Elijah’s first as a big brother.

And within six months their pack would grow. Stiles pressed a hang against his belly, hopeful for the best of both worlds.

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[evanesdust]

The Great New Year's Eve Stand-off of 2023

written for- @sterekfests prompt: "Kiss me at midnight." @sterekweekly word: kiss @sterekmonthly word: new year @sterekbingo square: domestic @imagine-sterek's 24, the 2024 sterek event

Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale Additional Tags: POV Stiles Stilinski, Unofficial Sequel, Established Relationship, New Year's Eve, New Year's Kiss, Fluff, Cute Kids

Summary:

As their kids built a fort and planned to stay up for New Year's Eve, Stiles and Derek bet on who would fall asleep first.

Stiles stood in the doorway, watching Derek clean up the mess from dinner. He noticed the way Derek's hands moved with efficient grace, wiping down the countertops and stacking the dishes neatly in the dishwasher. It was a simple task, yet there was something soothing about watching him work, finding a rhythm in the mundane. It was domestic, comforting, and a side of Derek that Stiles hadn't known he'd find so enthralling. Something about his big, bad alpha of a husband doing household chores just didn't fit the stereotype, and that contradiction only made Derek more appealing to Stiles. The room was filled with the clinking of dishes and the soft hum of the dishwasher as it started its cycle.

There was an intimacy in these quiet moments, a shared life that extended beyond the chaos of their daily lives with three rambunctious children. Werewolf children, no less.

"I can feel you staring at me," Derek said without turning around, a small smile playing on his lips. "Is there something you need, or are you just enjoying the view?"

Stiles chuckled, pushing off the doorframe to walk over and wrap his arms around Derek from behind. He rested his chin on Derek's shoulder, soaking in their closeness as he murmured,  "Can't it be both?" 

Derek let out a soft sigh as he leaned back into the embrace. "With you, it's always both." The warmth in his voice was enough to spark a flutter in Stiles's chest. "Is everything okay?"

"Do you think they'll actually stay up all night?" Stiles asked, his fingers playing with the hem of Derek's shirt.

The kids were building a fort in the living room, hopped up on sugar and excitement for counting down to the New Year. The sound of their laughter fluttered in from the other room like music, a symphony of high-pitched giggles and the occasional dramatic roar.

Derek chuckled, turning around to face him, a skeptical arch to his brow before brushing his lips against Stiles's temple. "Honestly, I'll give them until ten before they all crash, just like Christmas. There's only so much energy humanly possible, even with sugar as fuel."

Though ever since winter break started, the kids had proven themselves to be full of surprises, giving Stiles and Derek a run for their money with their seemingly boundless stamina.

"Well, they do have the advantage of being werewolves," Stiles pointed out, dancing his fingers across Derek's chest. "And you and I both know that means a whole different level of energy."

Derek laughed again, the sound warm and deep, echoing the love and joy that filled their home. "True. And I suppose they also have determination on their side."

Stiles chuckled, recalling all the hushed whispers and giggling conspiracies that had filled the house as the kids' plans to stay up late took shape. "Yeah, there's that."

"Still," Derek said, "I think our bets are safe. In the end, they're kids, and kids need sleep, werewolf or not."

And Stiles knew that after all the excitement wore off and the sugar rush faded, they'd succumb to sleep, tangled in a mess of blankets and pillows within their homemade fortress, dreaming of their next adventure.

Derek rubbed the small of Stiles's back, smiling softly at him—the kind of smile that made Stiles's heart flip in his chest. "We should get the camera ready, too. This will be one for the memory books."

"Definitely." Stiles grinned, imagining the sea of cushions and sheets taking over the living room. "It'll be the Great New Year's Eve Stand-off of 2023. I'll have to make sure the batteries are fully charged because I'm betting the aftermath will be even more entertaining than the build-up. They already have a pillow fort set up, too. So even if they don't stay up, I think they're planning to stage a sleep-in protest or something."

Derek's laughter rumbled through Stiles's body, a sound he found himself wanting to capture and keep for the quiet moments when the house would eventually be empty, and the chaos of pitter-pattering little werewolf feet had grown into the steady, calm strides of teenagers.

"Oh yeah? Pillows, blankets, the whole nine yards?" Derek asked, amusement lighting his eyes—probably picturing their children fortifying their New Year's Eve stronghold.

"It's pretty impressive, actually." Stiles's eyes lit up with a fondness that only their children's antics could invoke. "I can't wait to see who'll be the last one standing—or, well, awake." He glanced at the clock, noting the hands steadily creeping towards that hopeful midnight hour. "I'm putting my money on Caleb. He's got that stubborn streak."

Derek chuckled, nodding in agreement. "You might be right. But I wouldn't count Eli out. He snuck in a couple of naps today. The kid's got strategy on his side. And he stayed up the longest on Christmas Eve."

They shared a look, an unspoken agreement that they were in for quite the show. It was a fleeting moment of calm before the storm of laughter and playful shrieks returned, signaling that the kids were nowhere near ready to call it a night.

"They're going to see the ball drop if it's the last thing they do," Derek said with a grin. "Might as well make the most of it, help them build some memories."

Stiles nodded, his gaze softening at the thought of their children determined to usher in the new year with their eyes open and hearts full of joy.

"Yeah, these are the moments they'll remember." For Stiles and Derek, too, and Stiles wouldn't trade it for anything. "Maybe it'll be a new tradition—may the strongest eyelid win."

Derek laughed again, the sound warm and genuine. "I like that. Let's make it happen. But first, we have to survive the sugar high."

The two of them wandered back to the living room, ready to join the fray, to supervise, and to be present for every moment of joy the night would bring. After all, these were the moments that made everything worth it.

As the ball dropped, Stiles glanced down at the kids. They'd been asleep before the countdown had even started, their great stand-off ending anticlimactically in snores and quiet breaths about an hour ago. Each little werewolf curled up under a fortress of pillows, their faces peaceful in slumber—though, surprisingly, Clara had been the last holdout.

Stiles turned to Derek with a grin. "Looks like we were both wrong."

Derek shook his head, smiling as he reached for the camera on the side table, capturing the last few seconds of the old year with a click. With the kids sleeping, the silence of their home, save for the occasional pop and crackle of the fireplace, was a stark contrast to the boisterous noise from earlier in the evening.

"It's perfect," Stiles whispered, leaning into Derek. He smiled as the dim light of the television playing the New Year's Eve festivities cast a soft glow over them.

Derek placed the camera down, pulling Stiles closer to his side.

"Yeah, it is," he agreed, his voice barely above a whisper so he didn't disturb the tranquil scene before them.

The clock struck midnight, and as the world outside erupted in cheers and fireworks, Stiles's world was right here, within the walls of their home—in the quiet heartbeat of their family.

Derek tipped his chin up for a gentle kiss, a silent celebration of another year together. It was a simple, quiet moment that held the weight of all their shared years and love.

Stiles wrapped his arms around Derek, returning the kiss with equal tenderness. As they pulled apart, Stiles whispered against Derek's lips, "Happy New Year, Derek."

Derek's response was a soft smile and a tighter embrace. "Happy New Year, Stiles."

In the warmth of their hold, the soft crackle of the fireplace, and the gentle rhythm of their children's breathing, they welcomed the new year—a promise of more love, challenges, and memories to be made.

#sterek #sterekfests #sterekfestswinter2023 #sterekfestsmidnight #sterekweekly #sterekweeklykiss #sterekmonthly #sterekmonthlynewyear #sterekbingo #imagine sterek #holy shit i wrote something

[sterekbros]

Merry Christmas @evanesdust <3

All I Want For Christmas (1501 words) by Winchesterek Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Sheriff Stilinski (Teen Wolf) Additional Tags: Meet-Cute, Fluff, Christmas Eve, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Getting Together, Holidays, First Meetings, Christmas Tree, Derek Hale and Stiles Stilinski Meet Differently, Derek Hale Deserves Nice Things, Stiles Stilinski is a Nice Thing, Winter

For @sterekfests "All I Want for Christmas", @sterekweekly tradition, and @sterekbingo Christmas square "fairy lights"

Summary: “Can I help you?” came a voice from behind Stiles. The voice made his skin prickle in the best way, a tingle running up the back of his neck. He turned to see a handsome man standing behind him, with dark hair and eyes that could give a kaleidoscope a run for its money. “Uh, yeah. I guess?” Great job, Stiles. “I was looking for a Douglas Fir tree, but I was waiting for my dad to meet me here.”

Stiles looked at his phone and sighed. It was past the time his dad said he’d meet him at the Christmas lot so they could pick out their tree like they did every year. It was a family tradition. One they hadn't broken, even after his mom’s death.

He knew that they’d been short-staffed at the station lately, so he really shouldn't be upset that his dad was late or might not even be able to make it this year. Not to mention there had been more supernatural incidents in the past few months. Stiles wasn't really sure what all that was about, but he probably should look into it.

He checked his phone one more time and then shot a text off to his dad, letting him know that he was going to go ahead and check out the trees until his dad got there. It was the least Stiles could do.

Stiles pulled his coat around himself, the air chilly against his skin as it swirled around him. Snow started to fall, leaving white flakes on Stiles’ dark coat. He brushed his hands against the trees as he surveyed them, smiling at the different textures that teased his fingers. He loved his part and remembered when his mom always talked to him about the different types of trees people used for Christmas trees.

They always bought a fir tree. A Douglas Fir, to be exact.

It was his mother’s favorite tree. The strong fragrance of the tree always tugged at Stiles’ memories of his mother, how they’d sit by the tree and watch the lights twinkle late into the night. Stiles would count presents, but he knew his mom loved to watch the lights, especially the further she got into her illness.

He stopped and rubbed the rough leaves between his fingers, pausing at a Douglas Fir and smiling. It must be one of the display trees because it was decorated with fairy lights. It reminded him of the fairy lights his mother put up around the kitchen every year. Stiles decorated with fairy lights as much as he could, since they were easier to manage than traditional lights and a lot smaller.

“Can I help you?” came a voice from behind Stiles. The voice made his skin prickle in the best way, a tingle running up the back of his neck. He turned to see a handsome man standing behind him, with dark hair and eyes that could give a kaleidoscope a run for its money.

“Uh, yeah. I guess?” Great job, Stiles. “I was looking for a Douglas Fir tree, but I was waiting for my dad to meet me here.”

“Oh. Well, I can show you where we keep them while you’re waiting if you’d like.” The man smiled at him and Stiles almost melted there on the spot like the snowflakes on his coat. When it reached his eyes, he had wrinkles around the edges, which only made him more attractive to Stiles.

“Yeah, sure. That’d be great,” Stiles finally managed. “I’m, uh—Stiles. Stilinski.”

“As in Sheriff Stilinski?” the man asked. “Oh, sorry. I’m Derek.”

“Yeah, the Sheriff is my dad. I’m visiting for the winter break. I’m down at Berekely studying criminal justice.” Why was Stiles telling Derek all this? He knew he was an oversharer but there was no way that someone who looked like Derek would be interested in him.

“I could see that,” Derek replied with a grin, nodding his head toward the right before he started walking. Stiles fell in line next to him as they walked.

“I’m in town helping my family with the lot for the season. Also on winter break,” Derek added. “I’m going back to school to get my PhD in Ancient Studies.”

Stiles’ eyebrows rose, his focus on Derek for a whole other reason now. Not only was Derek hot but he was also smart. This man had really hit the jackpot in life. “Wow. That’s awesome. I’m always fascinated with history. What are you focusing on?”

“Well, I also have a linguistic degree in Latin because I wanted to focus on Ancient Rome. There’s just so much to learn still.” Derek stopped, pushing his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket as he turned to face Stiles. “I work as a museum curator. It helps to have access to things like that while I’m working on my dissertation.”

Stiles was shocked silent. This definitely wasn't what he expected to run into on Christmas Eve, especially not on a tree lot. “I—” For once in his life he was a little intimidated, but in the best way. He was also impressed.

Derek chuckled. “Yeah, it’s a lot.” He said it like he was used to this reaction from people when he spoke about his interests. “But here’s the lot for the Douglas Firs. Were you looking for a specific height?”

Stiles’ mind was still spinning as he blinked rapidly and looked at the trees. “Not really. I guess I’ll know when I see it.” He cleared his throat. “Would you—” he paused, second-guessing himself, his brows furrowed as he studied Derek. “Like to go out sometime? Not at the tree lot, but like on a date. A date-date.”

Derek’s grin grew, his eyes almost twinkling as bright as the fairy lights around them. “I’d love to. It’s not every day I meet someone that seems interested in what I’m studying. And you’ve managed to get this far without brushing me off and losing interest. My interest is piqued.”

That pulled a laugh from Stiles. “Ah, well. I mean, you haven't heard me ramble yet when I get excited about something so this will either be a match made in heaven or our worst nightmare.”

“I think we have a good chance.” Derek’s smile was softer as his eyes glanced over Stiles before meeting his gaze again. “I’m assuming you’re busy for Christmas Day, so would you like to go out sometime the next day?”

“I didn't really have anything planned for the 26th, so I’m game if you are.” Stiles pulled his phone out and handed it to Derek. “Add your number and I’ll text you mine. We can figure out all the details later.”

When Derek took Stiles’ phone, their fingers brushed, which sent warmth radiating up Stiles’ fingers and into his arm until it spread throughout his chest. It was a strange feeling, something so familiar and foreign all the same. It was a feeling he wanted to chase as their hands lingered until Derek took Stiles’ phone. Going on a date with Derek was quickly becoming the only thing that Stiles wanted for Christmas this year. 

Derek swiped his fingers across the screen, then handed it back to Stiles. “You can text me any time. I’ll just be hanging out with my sisters tomorrow at my parent's house. I’m sure I’ll need a break at some point.”

“Yeah, sure,” Stiles replied as he texted Derek his number, hearing Derek’s phone beep in Derek’s pocket. He was faintly relieved that Derek had put his actual number in his phone and this wasn't some elaborate prank. Not that he thought Derek would do that. His luck just sucked sometimes. “I’ll just be hanging with my dad. My best friend and his mom might come over, but we don't do much.”

“I’ll look forward to it.” Derek reached out and gripped Stiles’ bicep, squeezing it and causing Stiles’ breath to catch just as he heard his dad’s voice break into the moment.

“Hey, son. I’m sorry I’m late,” the Sheriff said as he reached the two of them.

Stiles’ head was spinning, like he had whiplash as Derek’s hand dropped. “Oh, yeah. It’s okay, Dad.” He swallowed the knot in his throat and looked between the two men before him. “This is Derek.”

Derek nodded and reached his hand out to shake the Sheriff’s. “Nice to meet you. If you guys need anything, just let me know. I’m going to check on other customers.”

“Thank you, Derek. We will.”

“Stiles,” Derek said quieter, with a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. His gaze lingered before he turned and disappeared back into the trees like a wolf in a forest.

“Nice kid,” the Sheriff said, clapping Stiles on the shoulder. “Did you find a tree?”

“Uh, not yet. But I think it’s all going to work out.” He smiled, thinking about his date with Derek the day after Christmas.

Maybe it was Stiles’ little Christmas miracle, but he had a good feeling about what his future held with Derek.

It was bright in his chest like the fairy lights strewn in the trees as he started looking for the perfect tree with his dad.

And it was perfect, even as they hauled it to his Jeep and Derek helped them strap it to the top.

Stiles felt like this was a whole new tradition that he’d be cherishing for years to come.

#sterek #derek hale #stiles stilinski #teen wolf #eternalsterek #sterekfestswinter2023 #sterekfests #sterekbingo #sterekfestswant #sterekweekly #sterekweeklytradition #feels #mine #my fic

[evanesdust]

perfect slice of life

🎄🎅 merry christmas, @sterekbros 💗

written for- @sterekfests prompt: "Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays." @sterekbingo square: smiling at each other from across the room

Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Derek Hale, Original Child Character(s), Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: POV Derek Hale, Canon Compliant, Future Fic, Established Relationship, Married Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Slice of Life, Derek Hale Deserves Nice Things, Stiles Stilinski is a Nice Thing, Parenthood, Family, Fluff

Summary:

…the one where Derek savored one of the spontaneous, joyful moments that now defined his life.

"Rawr!" Derek yelled, jumping out from behind the bed. Livvie squealed with laughter, racing out of the room and down the hall. The lopsided pigtails he'd given her after lunch bounced with each step. He loved how her tiny feet pattered against the floor, a staccato rhythm that filled the house with life. It was something he'd never dreamed he could have—not with the shit show of his life.

Now, he had a family again. A husband and daughter who had completely reshaped his world. Each peal of Livvie's laughter was like a song to his ears. He chased after her as she headed toward the living room, a grin plastered on his face. Monster chase was one of her favorite games, and witnessing her unadulterated happiness infected him with the same unbridled joy.

Derek chased after her, making exaggerated monster noises, and Livvie shrieked, her laughter echoing off the walls as they darted around the corner.

"Careful of the Christmas tr—"

He stopped dead in his tracks, choking back a snort at the sight that greeted them.

Stiles stood in the entryway, arms crossed and an amused yet (feigned) stern expression on his face.

"And just what is going on here? I'm pretty sure we're not supposed to be running in the house," Stiles said, though the twinkle in his eyes betrayed his attempt at seriousness.

"We're not running," Derek said with mock innocence. "We're...speed walking. Yeah, that's it. Speed walking."

Livvie clapped her hands over her mouth, trying not to laugh at his blatant lie.

Stiles raised a brow, clearly not convinced. But Derek noted the way his lips twitched and knew he was struggling to maintain his composure. "Uh-huh, and I'm the Queen of England."

"We were just playing, Daddy," Livvie said, her voice muffled by her hands. Derek nodded in agreement, trying to look repentant, but failed as Stiles shook his head, unable to keep the act up any longer. A warm, affectionate smile spread across his face as he opened his arms and took a knee.

Livvie ran over, launching herself into his embrace. She hugged him tightly, laughter finally breaking free from her lips. Stiles ruffled her hair and kissed the top of her head before he stood, lifting her up into the air. Derek watched on, a broad grin etched across his face. The room was filled with their love, so palpable it seemed to breathe life into the very walls, and at that moment, everything was perfect.

"I see daddy did your hair," Stiles said with a chuckle as he pretended to examine her uneven pigtails. He glanced at Derek, and they smiled at each other from across the room.

Of course, Stiles would point out the slightly uneven pigtails. They were a telltale sign of Derek's handiwork, but Derek found them kind of endearing in their imperfection. He worked hard on them, watching a few YouTube videos. Plus, it was a small reminder of the precious moments he cherished, these simple things that people often took for granted.

Livvie giggled, proudly nodding her head, making her pigtails swing even more. "Yeah! He gave me piggy tails!"

It was crazy how fast she'd grown up. Gone was their tiny infant, replaced by a vibrant little girl with an infectious laugh and boundless energy, just like her father. A whirlwind of joy, constantly learning, growing, and surprising them every day. Derek remembered the days when she could barely crawl. When she was a slobbery baby who'd thought pocket change was an acceptable snack.

(It happened once, and Derek had immediately fished the quarter out of her mouth.)

Derek chuckled as he walked over, joining in on the family hug. He glanced at Stiles with a look of pure gratitude, reflecting on the simple joys of their domestic life. Together, they had built a safe haven of laughter and love, a contrast to the chaos of the outside world. Not that much happened in Beacon Hills anymore—something he was eternally grateful for.

"How was work?" he asked, nuzzling against Stiles's cheek, taking in the familiar scent that always seemed to calm his nerves. From the moment he'd scented Stiles that day all those years ago, trespassing on Hale territory, he knew that he'd found something special. A constant in a world that was always shifting beneath his feet.

Stiles sighed, setting Livvie down gently before answering. His job as an FBI agent was demanding, and Derek always felt a surge of relief when Stiles walked through the door safe and sound.

"It was the usual madness, but thinking of coming home to you guys always gets me through it." Stiles smiled as he glanced at Livvie, who was now attempting to balance on one foot, her concentration etched comically on her face. He wrapped an arm around Derek's waist, giving him a gentle squeeze. "Especially when I get to come back to monster chases and piggy tails."

Livvie squealed, losing her balance and falling over with a dramatic flop onto a nearby cushion that had been tossed haphazardly on the floor after building forts earlier. Yes, the living room was a bit of a mess, but Derek would clean it up later. He'd much rather spend these precious moments with his family than worry about a few things out of place.

"Can we play monster chase again?" Livvie asked, looking up at her fathers, her wide eyes sparkling with mischief.

Derek and Stiles exchanged a glance, an unspoken agreement passing between them. It was impossible to resist her playful plea—something she had mastered, much to their simultaneous joy and chagrin.

"Only if we take it outside this time," Stiles said, letting go of Derek and walking toward the kitchen, where he tossed his keys and wallet onto the counter. He picked up the mail, flipping through it mostly out of habit. "I think the backyard is far more suited for wild beasts and their crazy adventures. Especially since it's unseasonably warm right now. Seriously, it's Christmas, what the hell."

With Stiles suitably distracted, Derek was able to sneak up behind him and scoop him up, spinning him around as Livvie clapped and cheered. Stiles laughed, the sort of carefree and infectious sound that made Derek's heart swell every time. That made him feel like the luckiest man in the world to have this, to have them.

"To the backyard!" Livvie shouted, already halfway to the backdoor in her excitement. She didn't wait for them, her small legs carrying her as fast as they could go.

Stiles looked at Derek with mock exasperation. "You can put me down now."

"As you wish, but—" Derek replied, gently placing Stiles back on the ground with a soft chuckle. He gave Stiles a slow smile, leaning in for a quick but sweet kiss. "You have five seconds before the big bad wolf comes after you, too."

"No. No, Derek," Stiles said, pointing a finger at him. His eyes were narrowed in a mock glare despite the playful challenge in his eyes. "Don't even think about it."

And then he was dashing out of the kitchen, too, his laughter echoing through the house.

Derek counted down loudly, "Five, four, three, two, one..." before taking off after him.

Livvie's laughter rose above everything, a beacon guiding him toward love, family, and the pure, unfettered joy of being together—something he would always cherish. It filled him with a sense of completeness. Moments like this were what Derek would treasure forever. They were fun and utterly spontaneous and reminded him what life was all about. That he wasn't just living day to day anymore; he had a family and was creating memories that would last a lifetime.

The sun cast long shadows across the lawn as Stiles chased Livvie around, pretending to be a tickle monster, while Derek watched, content in knowing that this—

This was a perfect slice of life.

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[evanesdust]

The Snowball Fight

written as part of the 1000 cakes challenge for the sterek reverse challenges discord and for @sterekfests prompt: "Let it snow."

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale Additional Tags: Meet-Cute, Snowball Fight, ST1000CC23, POV Stiles Stilinski, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Alpha Derek Hale Summary:

When Stiles launched the snowball, the last person he expected to hit was the man of his dreams. Oops?

Stiles crouched against the tree, chest heaving as he packed snow for snowballs. He peered around the tree, trying to catch sight of his friends who were hiding somewhere close, their laughter muffled by the winter air. With a quick motion, he scooped up another handful of snow, shaping it precisely, his breath forming small clouds that quickly disappeared.

All too soon, there was a faint rustling nearby.

Gotcha, he thought, packing up his newly created projectiles. He sprang from behind the tree, launching snowballs toward the noise with a triumphant yell. However, they struck a large, broad chest instead of hitting one of his friends. He couldn't help but check the guy out, taking in the way his henley and jeans were stretched over his muscles—the fabric damp from snow since he wasn’t wearing a coat. Though he did wear a scarf. One with little oranges roaming across it in a whimsical pattern that seemed at odds with his rugged appearance.

And despite his lack of appropriate winter attire, the man didn't seem bothered by the cold at all.

Werewolf. An alpha if the flash of crimson in his eyes was any indication.

"Shit." Stiles threw his hands up in surrender, looking at the alpha werewolf with apologetic eyes. After a moment, he tugged on his coat in a nervous gesture. "Sorry, man, I thought you were someone else."

There was a scowl on the alpha's face, but then the corners of his mouth twitched into a smile, and a deep laugh rumbled from his throat, sending a chill down Stiles's spine—but not from fear.

Do. Not. Get. A. Boner.

Either the alpha didn't seem to notice the scent of Stiles's arousal, or he chose to ignore it because all he did was shake his head and brush off the snow as if it were mere dust.

"No harm done. My name's Derek," he said, his voice surprisingly warm.

Stiles cleared his throat and gave him a slightly awkward smile. Seriously, how was he supposed to think when Derek was a walking wet dream? The literal embodiment of the man of Stiles's dreams. "Stiles. My name. That's my—well, that's not my actual name, but it's what everyone calls me. Nice scarf, by the way. Are those oranges?"

Christ. Why the fuck was he rambling?

Oh right. Because Derek was ridiculously good-looking, like a Greek god who had decided to humor a mortal, turning Stiles into a nervous, babbling mess.

"Kumquats," Derek said, smirking as if he knew exactly what effect he had on Stiles. "So, Stiles…"

Kum-what? Fuck. The sound of his name coming out of Derek's mouth short-circuited his brain, rendering him speechless and unable to think. It was enough to make him melt into a puddle right there in the snow.

"This looks like a good game you've got going here. Mind if I join in?" Without waiting for an answer, Derek bent down, scooping up some snow and quickly forming his own snowball before throwing it at Stiles. It nailed him in the shoulder.

Stiles's mouth dropped open in shock before a grin quickly spread across his face.

"Oh, you're on!" he exclaimed, already reaching for more snow to retaliate. Derek fled and the pursuit was on.

The impromptu snowball fight that followed was one of the best Stiles had ever experienced. His friends eventually made their way over from wherever they had disappeared, joining in on the fun. Snowballs flew back and forth, and laughter and good-natured taunts filled the air.

Derek had quite the arm, his throws accurate and fast—not that Stiles expected anything less of an alpha werewolf—making him an exhilarating opponent. Stiles couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so alive, adrenaline surging through his veins with each dodge and throw.

When his friends had enough, Stiles stayed, not quite ready to end the spontaneous fun. Derek didn't leave either, the two of them launching more snowballs and laughs until the sky started to darken—the temperature dropping even more.

"Okay, okay!" Stiles laughed, finally calling for a temporary truce as he panted, hands on his knees from the exertion. Not that he really wanted to leave.

"Truce accepted...for now," Derek said, his breath visible in the crisp winter air. He extended a hand to help Stiles up, their fingers brushing. A current of electricity seemed to pass between them, making Stiles gasp.

Heat rushed to Stiles's cheek and not entirely from the cold. Still, he managed to scoff in mock indignation. "For now? Admit it. I gave you a run for your money."

"Not bad—for a human," Derek added with a teasing grin, and it was as if a kaleidoscope of butterflies had taken flight in Stiles's stomach.

Derek's charm was disarmingly potent, dislodging Stiles's usual ease of banter. With a slight chuckle—and despite the cold nipping at his nose—warmth bubbled inside him that had nothing to do with the fading winter sun still peeking over the horizon.

"Hey, Derek," Stiles started, gathering the courage to speak his mind. He wasn’t ready for their time together to end. Maybe they could head to the diner for dinner or the cafe for hot cocoa. "Do you think maybe you'd want to…"

His words hung in the air, unfinished. But only for a moment because Derek nodded as if he knew exactly what Stiles was going to ask. "Yeah, I'd like that."

The simplicity of his response, genuine and unaffected, sent a wave of relief through Stiles. It was refreshing not having to dance around with words or wonder about hidden meanings.

"Great," Stiles replied, a broad smile stretching across his face, the previous tension melting away like snow in the sun. "It's a date then."

Sure, he had casually thrown the word 'date' out there, but the way Derek's eyes lit up, a soft yet undeniable spark in their depths, told Stiles everything he needed to know. It was a silent affirmation that they were indeed on the same page.

The thrill of the chase, the play of the fight, all of it had been a prelude to this moment. And as the air filled with the promise of something new, Stiles couldn't help thinking this would be one hell of a winter.

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[sterekbros]

snow families (834 words) by Winchesterek Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Original Child Character(s) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Established Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Fluff, Holidays, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Children's Author-Artist Stiles Stilinski, Firefighter Derek Hale, Parent Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski are Soulmates For @sterekfests Winter theme "let it snow", @sterekbingo Christmas square "snowman", @sterekweekly word "flurry", and @seasonaldelightsbingo WinterWonderlandBingo "free square".

Summary: There was a squeal and laughter to his right. Derek turned just in time to miss a flying snowball and see Hazel clinging to Stiles like a monkey, while Stiles tried to gather another snowball, presumably to throw at Derek. “You better run, Hale!” Stiles shouted but was laughing, even as Hazel gripped onto his arm and practically hung from it, preventing Stiles from throwing it at Derek.

Derek laughed as a flurry of snow assaulted his face and he shook his hair. It was finally snowing, real snow, and it was his favorite time of the year.

Plus, this year he wasn't alone. It was his first Christmas with Stiles and Hazel and Derek wanted it to be perfect. Christmas was only a few weeks away and he’d been secretly shopping for all of the things on Hazel’s list. She’d asked for an array of books, a bike, and a robot dog of all things. Because Stiles wouldn't let her have a puppy because she was too young.

Derek didn't think she was too young but he understood that Stiles didn't want to take care of a puppy and Hazel at the same time.

He hadn't asked Stiles to marry him yet, but he wanted to. He just wasn't sure how Stiles would feel because of Hazel. He was highly protective of his daughter and Derek loved Hazel as much as he loved Stiles. He wanted Hazel to be comfortable with the idea of them being a family. A real family. Not that he thought she’d protest.

There was a squeal and laughter to his right. Derek turned just in time to miss a flying snowball and see Hazel clinging to Stiles like a monkey, while Stiles tried to gather another snowball, presumably to throw at Derek.

“You better run, Hale!” Stiles shouted but was laughing, even as Hazel gripped onto his arm and practically hung from it, preventing Stiles from throwing it at Derek.

“I think Hazel has my back,” Derek replied, leaning down to collect his own snowball, squishing it in his hands.

Derek launched it at Stiles and Hazel released her father just as the snowball smacked Stiles in the face. Stiles fell back into the snow, but he was still laughing as he brushed the ice from his face.

“Unfair!” Stiles shouted but didn't get up.

Derek walked over to Stiles and looked down at him, smirking. “You look like you’ll survive.”

Stiles sighed as he continued to lay there like he’d given up. Hazel took that moment to jump on top of him, which caused Stiles to grunt from the impact. Then he tickled her and she laughed and laughed.

“Okay, okay!” Hazel shouted and rolled off him, laying next to Stiles in the snow.

“Well now I feel like I’ve been left out,” Derek replied as he watched them.

Stiles chuckled and started moving his arms and legs in the snow, Hazel following behind him as they made snow angels.

“We should make a snowman!” Hazel said excitedly, sitting up and shaking her long red hair. It didn't help at all with the snow that was stuck to her. “A snow family!”

Derek helped her up and Stiles huffed, getting up on his own. “I think we can make a snow family,” Stiles agreed. “There’s plenty of snow.”

Hazel ran off and Derek chuckled, turning to pull Stiles close and pressing a kiss to his lips. “Hey.”

“Hey,” Stiles replied, kissing Derek again and wrapping his arms around his neck. “You’re looking mighty sexy today,” Stiles teased.

Derek laughed, his arms looping around Stiles’ waist. “How long do you think it’ll take to build a snow family?”

Stiles smirked, leaning in to rub his nose against Derek’s. “I don't know…it might take a while.” He smiled and kissed him again, longer this time, softly and sweetly. “So I think you should marry me so we have plenty of time to make a fleet of snow families.”

Derek’s heart clutched in his chest, trying to make sure that he’d heard correctly. Stiles was asking him to marry him. The only thing Derek could say was, “Yes, absolutely.”

He kissed Stiles, one hand moving up to grip the back of his neck, feeling Stiles melt against him as Derek’s heart swelled with love. “Whenever you want, wherever you want, however you want.”

“Yeah?” Stiles asked, smiling against Derek’s lips. “Even if I want to make a break for Vegas?”

Derek chuckled. “We can pack Hazel up and make a family trip of it if you want, but I have a feeling that you’d want a big wedding, fancy suits and all.”

“Well, you’re not wrong.” Stiles looked in the direction Hazel went when he heard laughing and little voices talking excitedly. “Looks like Hazel’s made some friends.”

Derek squeezed Stiles and kissed him once more. “Come on… before she adopts them and then we have more snow families to make.”

Stiles laughed and held Derek’s hand as they walked together through the falling snow. They might not have ever thought they’d find their soulmates, but Derek was happy they had. He wasn't sure where his life would be if he hadn't found Stiles. Probably wrapped up in his work and nothing else.

Derek released Stiles as they started helping Hazel, building the first of many snow families. And maybe someday they’d add more to their own.

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