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This is a really lovely short series and takes a really cool perspective on Parrish.

Take to time to give it a read, and don’t forget to let the author know what you thought and reblog it so others can appreciate it.

Thank you SO much to all my new followers, and everyone who liked my Parrish Stilinski-Hale headcanon.

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“Oh come on, it’ll be just like an exchange program.”

Derek sets his glass on the table and levels his son with an even look usually reserved for his mate.

From his left, Claudia snorts unhelpfully.

“Don’t be an idiot, idiot. It’s nothing like an exchange program.”

Whoever said siblings have each others’ backs was obviously an only child. Talia, looking up from her homework, smiles sweetly.

“I think it’s an awesome idea.” And then, before Parrish has a chance to feel properly grateful, ruins it with: “I get to go too, right?”

Well, there went that.

“It’s not a vacation,” he says evenly. “And you’re both too young.” Then, back to his papa (who’s leaning back in his chair now, arms crossed and silently skeptical) “I’ll just be there for a few months, I’ll stay under the radar, won’t get involved in any major events and I won’t let anyone know who I am.” And then, more eagerly: “I’ve been studying time travel theory for the past year with Deaton—“

“Which I told you was a waste of time, didn’t I?”

He had, repeatedly. But as one of only two humans in a family constantly bombarded with the supernatural, Parrish had made it one of his major projects from a young age to learn as much as he could about spells and magical theory to help out. Wolves have a lot of advantages on humans, but a grasp on magic definitely isn’t one of them.

His papa always grumbles that he’d inherited way too much of his dad’s investigative genes, but there’s always a smile in his eyes as he says it.

Now he turns to his dad for help. Stiles Stilinski-Hale had been hovering behind his husband’s chair since the start of the conversation, a vaguely amused, contemplative look in his honey-brown eyes.

He had shifted forward even as Derek leaned back, their body movements adorably in-sync as always. Even now he reaches out to caress Derek’s nape soothingly as his expression goes taut with tension.

“Honestly, Der, I’ve been kind of waiting for this for a while.”

Derek rolls his eyes, leaning back into the placating palm.

“So have I. So I can shoot him down.”

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The Other Stiles

if i have to have complete Other Stiles brainrot then so do you. i love inflicting this man onto other people.

' "What the hell happened to you?" He managed to gasp out, pressing himself further into the wall in an effort to put more space between him and the rapidly approaching Alpha-Whatever-He-Was. 

The Other Stiles frowned, "It's been ten years, Stiles, a lot has happened." '

— Twice And For All chapter 20, 'Omega part 2'

read more here! wagadoogy!

merry christlalersms (eve?????)

I have been trying to find this fanfic I read years ago.

Stiles saves this creature that gives him a jar(I think) and says he has one wish or that he can bring someone back for 24 hours. He decides to bring back Dereks mom.

I tried looking on Google, but no luck.

ForeverWolf

Derek’s knee was bouncing so quickly he knew he was going to give himself away, but he couldn’t help it.  He was just too damn excited.  He’d been waiting for this moment his entire life, even if he didn’t actually figure it out until a few months ago that this was something that he wanted to do.  If he was being honest with himself, Derek had known that he’d wanted this for quite some time now, ever since Stiles crept his way into Derek’s heart three years ago and reminded Derek of what it was like to want nice things.  According to Stiles, Derek deserved nice things:  “Derek Hale deserves ALL the nice things,” Stiles would often say, even though the universe, and Derek himself, still quite didn’t believe Derek deserved jack shit.  But Derek was also honest enough to admit to himself that he was selfish and wanted this, whether he deserved it or not.  Take that, universe!

Continue Reading Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24383002

Special shoutout to @theblerdygirlwrites for betaing this so I felt confident enough to share it. 😘

This was sooooo good

Soulseeker 

by deleted-scenes (alisvolatpropiis)

graphic by rohruh

rated E | 10k | complete

Sighing, Stiles reaches for Derek’s big hands, cradled in his broad lap, his skin lighting up even more at Derek’s touch. He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, preparing himself to look for Derek’s soulmate. Whoever you are, he thinks, you better be worth him.

My King’s Protector

Stiles is a young mage who moved to Beacon Hills to learn how to use his powers, but the day he stepped onto the palace grounds was the day he stepped into his destiny.

For @bilesandthesourwolf - Happy birthday!

One – The Beginning of a Legend

The dry husks of leaves crackled beneath their feet, the rich smell of sweet petrichor filling their lungs as they walked along the muddy train and further into the woods. The trees towered over them, wavering beams of light shining through the canopy. The leaves were beginning to change, a few trees turning golden or auburn as the autumn chill hung in the air.

Crystal-like droplets of dew gathered on the wavering blades of grass and delicate flowers grew along the edge of the path, filling the undergrowth with bursts of colour: white, purple, orange, yellow, and blue.

He ducked under the low hanging branches, brushing aside the spindly limbs that reached out for him.

He followed the path that was worn through the undergrowth, smiling as he passed traders, merchants, and messengers who passed him.

He made his way across the grassy knolls, his feet slowing as he approached the gates of the kingdom. The surrounding walls were made of sandstone, the beige walls towering over him as he made his way over to the guards at the gates.

He dug into his pockets, pulling out the crumpled pieces of parchment and handing them to the guard. As he stepped into the archway, he caught a glimpse of the city beyond the walls. The tall buildings were made of sandstone and marble, the pale bricks juxtaposed by the dark grey slate of the roofing tiles.

The streets of the lower town were lined with tall buildings—houses and storefronts. The rest of the kingdom was tiered, up to the castle that stood proud above it all.

“First time in Beacon Hills?” the guard remarked.

“Yeah,” Stiles muttered, tearing his eyes away from the city. “How did you know?”

“The look on your face,” the guard replied. “Awe struck. My guess is you’re from the country?”

“Farmlands up north,” Stiles admitted. “We have wooden houses with straw roofs, picket fences and fields of crops—nothing like this.”

The guard smiled fondly at the young man, reading over the papers once more before handing them back to Stiles.

“John is in the upper city,” the guard said. “Just follow the roads up to the castle.”

“Thank you,” Stiles said, taking the papers back from the guard and stashing them in his pocket.

“Welcome to Beacon Hills.” The guard offered him a friendly smile. “Just stay out of trouble.”

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Under Our Roof

Teen And Up Audiences, WIP, Sterek

When Erica and Boyd made him one of their newborn daughter's godfathers, Stiles was so excited. He could spoil her, buy her gifts, and when she started crying, he could easily return her to her parents. It was the perfect balance. Little did he know his life would soon change - balancing a kid and a restaurant ownership would be challenging on its own, but he also has to make all of it work alongside the most infuriating person in the world - Derek Hale.

Life as we know it (2010) AU

New chapter’s up!

Under Our Roof - Chapter 5

Sterek | Teen And Up Audiences | WIP

When Erica and Boyd made him one of their newborn daughter's godfathers, Stiles was so excited. He could spoil her, buy her gifts, and when she started crying, he could easily return her to her parents. It was the perfect balance. Little did he know his life would soon change - balancing a kid and a restaurant ownership would be challenging on its own, but he also has to make all of it work alongside the most infuriating person in the world - Derek Hale.

Life as we know it (2010) AU

I own nothing.

Under Our Roof

Teen and Up Audiences | WIP | 6/?

When Erica and Boyd made him one of their newborn daughter's godfathers, Stiles was so excited. He could spoil her, buy her gifts, and when she started crying, he could easily return her to her parents. It was the perfect balance. Little did he know his life would soon change - balancing a kid and a restaurant ownership would be challenging on its own, but he also has to make all of it work alongside the most infuriating person in the world - Derek Hale.

Life as we know it (2010) AU

I own nothing.

Cover art made with Adobe Spark app. 

Image sources of the baby girl with the teddy bear, Dylan O’Brien and Tyler Hoechlin are listed at the end notes of the fic on ao3, because for some reason tumblr doesn’t allow me to put it here.

Pictures without listed source were part of the app’s archive.

Once again, I own nothing.

Hell yeah!

become the beast (17k words | Explicit | Archive of Our Own)

Former FBI agent, Stiles Stilinski, puts his skills to use hunting and killing werewolves. It’s exactly the kind of lucrative and dangerous career he wants, which is why he can’t say no when given his next job: Abducting the Hale alpha for $1,000,000 — even if it may be the last job he ever does.

The fic-it fic, long awaited (like 2 hours, but still, greatly appreciated ❤️👌)

“Where is he?” Stiles rumbled, glancing at each member of the pack in front of him, before settling his incinerating gaze on one person he once considered a brother. “Tell me, Scott, where is my husband?”

Stiles knew the moment it happened that something was terribly wrong. It was the middle of the night when he was woken up by a scorching hot fire, running up his entire body. It took him a full minute of panicked breathing to realize it wasn’t a nightmare, but the pain of his mate he felt through their bond. It stopped rather abruptly, but that did little to calm him.

He didn’t feel Derek. On the other end of the bond, blessedly still existing, there was no usual warmth and steady presence. There was nothing but agonizing emptiness.

Stiles knew, he felt that it was wrong to let Derek pick up their son from Beacon Hills alone. Eli whined all week that he missed his grandpa and Derek, who couldn’t for his life say ‘no’ to their son, volunteered to drive him over for a mini-vacation.

Stiles should have listened to his gut, tell his boss to fuck off and go with them.

It took one wave of a shaking hand to open the portal. He didn’t care about the magic exhaustion. He wanted his husband.

To say that BH residents were shocked to see the empty space on front of them tearing apart in a strobe of lightning…

“I couldn’t do anything,” Scott shook his head, looking up at him remorsefully. Stiles learnt long ago not to believe him.

“Papa!”

Eli.

Stiles raced to his son, who was sitting on the cold ground, reaching with both of his hands towards him. His entire face was red and wet from tears, though his eyes shined beautiful gold.

“Oh, pup,” he murmured, taking Eli into his arms. The boy put his forehead on his shoulder and sniffed silent tears. It was obvious he was in too much of a shock to tell anything — Eli clutched at his father’s back, digging into the skin with the claws, but Stiles paid them no mind.

As Stiles shushed his pup, scratching the back of his head, he looked up at Scott with murder in his eyes.

“Where is he?”

“Nogitsune,” Stiles’ father rasped. He looked almost as awful as his grandson.

“He sacrificed himself,” Scott interrupted him, clenching his jaw. “For the greater good. For the pa—“

Stiles shut him up with a growl he learnt from his husband.

“We have our own pack!”

“He helped kill the nogitsune,” Scott insisted, stepping closer, but then immediately flinching backwards at Stiles’ glare. “He died as a hero.”

Eli’s anxious and terrified breathing grew heavier.

“Shh,” Stiles muttered in his messy hair. “He didn’t die, pup, it’s alright.”

He didn’t know what the fuck happened that brought the fucking thing back, but apparently it had something to do with Derek’s disappearance.

Oh, he would never allow them to take another step in this forsaken place anymore.

“Nogitsune can’t be killed,” he grit out, taking Eli’s hands from him and standing up. “Dad, look after him. Take him to your house, make a mountain ash circle — he’s not in control yet.”

“Stiles…”

“Our bond is alive,” Stiles shouted, making everyone shut up again. “I don’t see a body, and I bet you didn’t scream, either,” he thrust an accusatory finger at the banshee, who just looked away in shame. “If I’m not back in an hour, call Kira.”

---

“Papa?”

“Yes, pup?”

Eli stomped in one place near the bedroom door, glancing nervously at Stiles. He was afraid to look at his dad’s scarred face.

“Is he gonna live?”

Stiles looked up from his husband’s burnt red skin on his torso, but didn’t stop moving his glowing golden-white hands in an intricate pattern of healing magic. Derek already looked better than fifteen minutes ago. By the morning, Derek wouldn’t feel an ounce of pain and all his scars will be gone.

“Of course,” he smiled tiredly. “You know dad’s a tough cookie.”

Eli shuffled towards the bed and fell on his knees in front of it, putting his chin on the bed. He leaned on his side, putting half of his weight on Stiles’ legs. His big eyes didn’t leave his dad’s still body.

Stiles wanted to hug his little boy so much, but it will have to wait. For now he just nudged Eli with his toes, making him look up at him.

“I’m proud of you, Eli,” he said quietly. Eli squeezed his eyes shut and put his temple against Stiles’ knee, breathing harshly. “You shifted. That’s amazing.”

“Lot of good it did,” Eli muttered. “If I was faster…”

“Nuh-uh, the guilt wagon is stopping right now,” Stiles shook his head. “Dad wouldn’t have risked taking you with him back to that inside-out place. None of this is your fault, kiddo.”

Eli sniffed.

Suddenly, Derek grunted something under his breath. All attention instantly zeroed on the wolf, both his mate and his son waiting with bated breath for another sign of consciousness. One of Derek’s hands, lying closest to the edge, moved bit by bit, until it reached Stiles’ knee.

Eli sniffed once again, then carefully took his dad’s hand, mindful of still healing burns, and put it on Stiles’ knee, then laid his head on top. Clever pup, letting his Alpha know his pack was here.

“Eli,” Derek breathed out, his eyelids fluttering.

“Shh,” Stiles shushed immediately, lightly caressing his cheek with his glowing hand. “He’s alright.”

“Stiles.”

“I’m here, love. You’re safe.”

Derek relaxed once again, falling into much needed sleep.

“See,” Stiles said with a relieved smile, looking down at Eli, who finally had some hope in his puppy eyes and a wobbly smile on his lips. “Everything’s gonna be alright.”

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I can't wait for this fic to be finished. And these beautiful gifsets, it's just perfection 👌😍

Part of a Sterek/Merman AU I’m working on writing. I’m about 20k words in so we’ll see how long it gets! Making these giftsets/Mood boards keep me motivated. Enjoy! 

Gifset 1 - Gifset 2 - Gifset 3 - AO3 Account

Oh wow..... I was kinda hoping for something more, well, happy? But I'll take this too....

sterek x star wars au

— stiles is a senator oh the planet Naboo, fiercely fighting for the preservation of democracy. this displeased the Trade Federation, and Jedi Council have gotten a rumor, that the Federation has hired an assassin to kill a senator. the Jedi Council ordered the strongest jedi, derek hale, to protect stiles, and sent them to abandoned planet to hide there for a while.

or

derek hale, the strongest jedi, a secret assassin, was hired by the Trade Federation to kill a senator stiles stilinski. he has his own reasons to take revenge stilinski family. derek has to protect stiles for a while and after that, when the Trade Federation give a sign they are ready for rebellion, he will kill a senator.

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"i guess this is a good lesson in not trusting people, right?" derek smirked, giving a broken smile. his eyes crackled with pain. the eyes were dry, and there were no tears. unlike stiles's eyes. a large hot drop burnt his cheek. senator was watching into those cold mesmerising eyes and trying to stop shivering, unable to take a breath due to a lump in his throat. it hurt so much.

"why?" all stiles could wheezed. icy numb fingers gripped his shoulders. he was so unbearably cold. "i opened my chest for you. wide open. so every corner can be seen. what was it like to kiss my heart, knowing from the very first second that you would tear the same heart to pieces?"

derek felt his own heart hurt. he felt how it was beating and rushing around the chest, trying to break the ribs.

"i wish you never had trusted me, senator"

and how painful it is to look into those impossible eyes.

this is so cute omggg😭

I'll lay my head down here

Sterek fanfiction Stiles needs a place to sleep. He chooses Derek.

Also available on A03.

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“I’m not sleeping on the floor again, you assholes!” Stiles throws a balled up burger wrapper at the infuriating werewolves who took over his intended sleeping space. 

Isaac bats the greasy paper ball away with a quick flick of his hand, hardly having to look at it. “You snooze, you lose, Stilinski,” he says meanly, as he snuggles deeper inside the couch pillows to drive his point home. “Besides, I gave up my bed, I shouldn’t be the one to sleep on the floor.”

Stiles perks up when an idea crosses his mind. Upstairs, in Isaac’s room, are Lydia and Cora. Maybe he could -

“Don’t even think about it, Stilinski!” Jackson cuts his unspoken thought off with one sharp remark. He glares at him from his spot on the couch he’s sharing with Isaac: one asshole werewolf on each side. The guy is extra touchy because Lydia picked Cora as a sleeping partner over him - which is more than fair, if you ask Stiles, both Lydia picking Cora over Jackson and Jackson being sour over getting the cold shoulder from his girlfriend.

“I’m sorry, Stiles, I don’t think you’ll fit,” Allison offers apologetically from his right. She’s squeezed in the large armchair with Scott, who’s already fast asleep and snoring softly. 

He waves her offer away. If he’d try to squish himself in the chair with them, neither one of them would sleep a wink all night. Same goes for the couple in the other available chair, although Stiles is more sure to survive the night with Scott and Allison than with Boyd and Erica. That only leaves - 

“You could try Derek?” Allison blinks innocently at him. 

Stiles huffs a laugh, letting the sarcasm bleed through in generous helpings. “Yeah, right.” He leaves it at that, too tired to hope to put up the proper facade of pretending to dislike the Alpha werewolf. Hey, we all deal with our crushes in our own way! Stiles has to do what he can when literally living with a pack of wolves, who can smell pheromones and who knows what else.

Eventually, he settles for stretching out on the rug that Lydia made Derek buy a while back. It’s not overly cushiony, but it’ll do the job. It’ll have to. Besides, he hasn’t had a proper night of sleep in four or maybe even five days, staying up researching and worrying most of the night. The Big Bad is dead, the worrying is over and his research paid off: he should be able to sleep now, right?!

At first, Stiles uses his hoodie for a pillow, yet after about twenty minutes he gives up and pulls it back on because he won’t be able to sleep if he’s cold. Derek patched up most of the holes in his loft and it’s actually resembling a nice apartment these days, but it’s still the middle of the night in February and Stiles is lying on the floor without a blanket or a pillow. He misses his own bed. His comforter. His pillow. His other pillow, the one that’s older than him and oddly lumpy, but it was the one that was in his mother’s bed until the day she died. It hasn’t smelled like her in a long, long time. Stiles has also washed it a couple of times during the years, he’s not that much of a pig, despite popular opinion. But it’s familiar and comforting and he still takes it with him for sleepovers with Scott. 

He considers whether or not he would’ve brought his pillow if this impromptu sleepover had been planned in any way. He’s known Scott since kindergarten, he’s his best friend. He wouldn’t say or even think anything bad about Stiles still needing a special pillow to sleep even when he’s almost twenty one years old. And while he knows most of the people in this room for five years or even longer and trusts them with his life, that doesn’t mean that they’re not a bunch of dickheads who will tease him every chance they get.

It’s a pointless thought exercise, because nothing about this sleepover was planned. They were supposed to kill that wyvern during the day, when it slept in his creepy little cave. That's what all Stiles’ research was for! He even found a way to kill the beast without having to hack it to pieces, which was nice because in the end he was against animal cruelty, you know? But then there were witches, two of them. They weren’t planned, neither was the ensuing fight in the woods. The unexpectedness of it all had left everybody antsy, especially the werewolves. And even though they recouped with a movie night and a nice pack pile, nobody wanted to be very far away from the others. Hence the impromptu sleepover that had Stiles sleeping on a rug, between the coffee table and the couch. Which wasn’t fair, because he totally knocked a witch out with his bat! He did his fair share and pulled his weight and what not. The least he deserves is a nice night of sleep.

Another hour later, Stiles is sore all over and chilled to the bone. There’s no way he can sleep like this. “Desperate times call for desperate measures,” he whispers to the leg of the coffee table that he knows has Isaac’s claw marks on it. 

As quietly as he can he makes his way upstairs on the rounding stairs. On the landing there’s three doors to choose from: the one on his left leads to Isaac’s bedroom, where Lydia and Cora are sleeping. The one in the middle is the bathroom - with a bath, for heaven’s sake, Derek has a tub! - and that leaves the master bedroom on his right. The Alpha’s den. Stiles has never been inside it. He even doubts if Isaac has set foot in the room very often, besides for cleaning purposes.

Stiles never really intended to go into Derek’s room, because despite what the others seem to think, he actually values his life. And his dignity. He thought it better to take a chance with the girls, take on the risk of Jackson wanting to kill him the next morning when he discovered Stiles had slept in the same bed as his girlfriend.

But…

The door to Derek’s bedroom is cracked.

Stiles can see inside. 

He can’t see that much, with it being the middle of the night and the only light coming from a gap between the curtains in front of Derek’s window. But the moonlight is just right, illuminating the sleeping form of the Alpha in the bed. A bed that is more than large enough for two people and Derek is neatly sleeping on one side of the bed. If Stiles is quiet enough he might even be able to slip into the bed without waking Derek. The werewolf got hurt pretty badly today and healing always takes a lot out of him. There’s a pretty good chance the guy is sleeping like a log.

Stiles takes a deep breath. He’s gonna risk it.

***

He didn’t think he’d actually do it, but after a few minutes of indecisiveness on the landing, Stiles quietly tiptoes into Derek’s bedroom. He rounds the bed to the unoccupied side of the mattress and gingerly lifts the tip of the blanket.

“You’re not getting in with your jeans on,” Derek says, without opening his eyes.

Stiles yelps and he’s already stammering halfway through an apology when he suddenly shuts his mouth. His back teeth actually click together. There’s a few seconds of silence and then: “You’d let me into your bed?”

“Not with your jeans on,” Derek repeats. Usually he wouldn’t do this, but he’s been listening to Stiles toss and turn downstairs for a while now and with all of his pack members sleeping peacefully, he’d like the last one to get some rest too. Besides, Stiles would continue to keep him up with his restless behaviour otherwise; Derek just can’t seem to tune him out. It’s been that way for years already, maybe even from the beginning.

“O-kay.” He can feel Stiles staring at him in the dark and he patiently waits for the decision he knows the boy is gonna make. No, not a boy. Stiles will be 21 this Spring. Derek has seen him grow up, literally and figuratively, along with the rest of his ragtag pack of teenagers. Stiles still wears jeans and plaid most of the time, but the garments don’t hang as loose on him as they did when he was 16. He’s grown into a handsome young man, with a good head on his broad shoulders. Derek counts himself lucky to have Stiles as part of his pack, to have him close. Not as close as he sometimes might wish, yet Derek is always conscious of not playing favourites. So he usually keeps Stiles at an arm length and takes care to treat him just like everyone else. It helps that the two of them elevated snark and banter to an effective communication style. Despite all the sarcasm and barbs, Derek is pretty sure there is no-one in his pack who sees through him like Stiles does. It was scary at first and it made him lash out, but Stiles stood firm. Derek is immensely grateful that he did.

There’s the rustling of clothing hitting the floor, jeans and a shirt, then the blanket lifts and Stiles scoots underneath. Derek feels him settle in behind his back, a foot or so away. “Thanks,” Stiles whispers in the dark.

“Go to sleep,” Derek grunts, eager to go to sleep and not think about the young man who is sharing his bed.

***

Derek’s bed is pretty comfortable, Stiles thinks to himself as he digs himself in. Oh, who is he kidding?! Derek’s bed is amazing. The mattress is just the right combination of firm and soft, the pillow hugs his head and shoulders just right and the comforter is warm but still light to the touch. It’s a million times better than his bed at home, even when he’s not counting the fact that he’s sharing the bed with a hot werewolf.

Yet Stiles can’t sleep. 

Yes, the pillow is heavenly. Yes, the mattress allows his tired body to finally relax. Yes, the comforter hugs him nicely. But there’s something missing and Stiles knows exactly what it is. His pillow.

He needs to hold something. He needs to be able to curl around something. Or someone, his traitorous brain suggests as he feels Derek move across from him.

“Why aren’t you asleep, Stiles?” Derek asks in that long-suffering tone he uses when Stiles is doing something to annoy him. Which is pretty often, although Stiles knows the annoyance is mostly for show these days. He has turned onto his back, his eyes glinting in the moonlight where they are looking over at Stiles.

“Can’t,” Stiles laments, trying to catch the comforter between his arms in lieu of his dearly missed pillow. It doesn’t really work, because the comforter also has to cover Derek’s bulk and there’s little left to use. Little to none, especially when Derek snatches the comforter back from where it was probably leaving a cold gap on Derek’s other side. The sudden move has Stiles sort of falling over from where he was laying on his side. He’s more on his front now, filling up the space that was between them at first. He can feel the warmth of Derek’s body from just a few inches away. It’s actually kind of comforting.

“Try harder,” Derek commands and he closes his eyes again.

Stiles thinks of answering ‘Yes, Alpha’, but thinks better of it. It might make Derek move again, to push Stiles out of bed instead of pulling him in to have a cuddle. So he stays quiet and closes his eyes, focussing his mind on the almost tangible presence of Derek’s bare shoulder mere inches away. Derek is warm and smells nice and if Stiles was a werewolf, he’s sure he’d feel even better about having his Alpha so close. Yet even though he’s not a werewolf, he still enjoys it. A lot.

He falls asleep.

He knows that, because he wakes up at some point, at an unknown hour of the night. He’s warm, so warm. And comfortable, even though his pillow is a lot firmer than he remembers it being. It also moves a little, because his pillow is Derek and the Alpha werewolf gently moves his arm in what Stiles suspects is a more comfortable position. He would panic about sleeping half on top of Derek if he were not so damn comfortable. It’s hard to keep his eyes open. Surely if Derek wouldn’t want him sleeping on him, he’d push Stiles off. Instead, Stiles feels Derek’s arm wrap around his back, accompanied by a soft sigh from the Alpha.

Stiles sleeps.

***

Derek is not the first to wake up, although he is certainly not the last. He becomes aware of the world with Stiles wrapped around his torso, his head pillowed on Derek’s chest. He’s only a little surprised by how good it feels to wake up like this and it takes a while before he brings himself to carefully move out of Stiles’ embrace. The boy mumbles a little, but doesn’t wake up. Derek watches him for a moment, standing beside his bed. He’s not sure how to feel about this, except for some embarrassment about wanting to crawl back into bed and slot himself back into Stiles’ arms.

Downstairs, most of the pack is still asleep. Isaac has his arms wrapped around Jackson’s lower legs, as if he’s cuddling a particularly bony teddy bear. Jackson is still asleep, even snoring softly. Scott snores too, curled around his girlfriend in the large armchair. In the other armchair, Boyd is watching him carefully, his arms wrapped around his sleeping girlfriend. 

“Morning,” the dark man rumbles quietly, not to wake Erica.

“Morning,” Derek answers, keeping his voice down as well. “Coffee?”

Boyd inclines his head in thanks and Derek ambles on to the kitchen, where he finds Lydia, immersed in a science journal. She has a cappuccino sitting in front of her, the cup half empty. “Good morning, Derek,” she says, briefly glancing up from her reading material.

“Morning,” he repeats, busying himself with the coffee maker. He brings a cup to Boyd when he’s done and returns to join Lydia at the table. He sits back in his chair, his coffee in front of him, to catch the rays of pale sunlight that slant through the high windows. It’s quiet in the loft, with most of the people still sleeping and the ones that are awake quietly starting up their day.

He sips from his coffee, listening to the sounds of Cora waking up and going into the bathroom. She comes downstairs not long after, dressed in sweatpants and a T-shirt - same as her brother, her bare feet hardly making a sound. He points to the mostly full pot of coffee on the counter when she enters the kitchen and he gets a hair ruffle as thanks from his little sister. She pours herself a cup and leans against the counter, enjoying the sunlight on her face just like he is. 

It’s Stiles who comes down next, although Derek can hear from the way he drags his feet that he’s barely awake. Why he’s not sleeping in like he should be, is anyone’s guess. He expects Stiles to stop in the living room, to wake up Scott or maybe even Jackson if he’s feeling particularly cheeky, but he doesn’t. The footsteps pretty much make a beeline from the stairs towards the kitchen. Derek opens one eye from where he closed them against the sunrays to see Stiles shuffling towards him in his boxers and T-shirt, rubbing a hand over his face and yawning soundlessly. His hair is standing up on one side. He’s wearing socks, navy blue ones with a red line near the toes.

The werewolf opens his mouth to point his packmate towards the coffee maker, but before he can say anything, Stiles has reached his chair and slings a hairy leg over his lap. He plonks down unceremoniously and lays his head on Derek’s shoulder, arms wrapping loosely around his waist. 

“You were gone,” Stiles mumbles disapprovingly, his mouth moving against Derek’s collarbone. And just like that his heartbeat evens out and he’s fast asleep again.

Derek sits frozen in his chair, his heart beating loudly inside his ribcage. If Stiles were awake he could probably feel it pound against his own chest. His hands hover uselessly on either side, not knowing whether to wrap around Stiles or pick him up and toss him to the floor. 

Stiles is oblivious, his sleeping body moulding easily against Derek’s. He’s warm and pliant, just like he was when they were sleeping together in Derek’s bed. 

When he chances a look at Lydia across the table, she’s already watching him steadily with a sly smile playing around the corners of her lips. “Glad to see you two finally got your heads out of your asses,” she comments eventually, before primly taking a sip from her cappuccino and going back to her reading.

Behind him, Cora snorts quietly in amusement. She comes up at his back and puts a hand in his hair again, running her fingers through the short strands. It’s grounding and Derek only notices how much he needs that when she lightly scratches her nails across his scalp. 

“He’s cute like this,” his sister remarks and even though he can hear the humour in her voice, he can also hear the truth in her heartbeat. “Best not wake him up, big bro.” She runs her hand through his hair one last time and then she wanders off, leaving him to carefully wrap one arm around Stiles’ lower back.

Slowly, Derek feels himself relax. The loft is quiet and peaceful and Derek is in his own little bubble, with the sunlight on his face and Stiles in his lap. Almost automatically, he starts to rub his hand slowly up and down Stiles’ back. Aside from some sleepy snuffling, there’s no real response. Derek picks his coffee back up and slowly drinks it, tilting his face towards the sun. It’s a nice morning.

i live for pack mom stiles omggg

Long time Sterek fan, long time lurker, and SO happy to see you here: any pack mom Stiles fic recs?

Happy to see you, too! I definitely need to catch up on pack mom!Stiles but these are so good! 💖

Building Blocks by Lisztful

Stiles doesn’t exactly mean to start cleaning up after everybody, it’s just that, well, sometimes he thinks Derek turned them into actual animals.

Needed by Asterekmess (Livinginfictions)

Stiles knows he doesn't bring anything to the pack, but if that's true, why does Derek come to him for help?

take my heart from me by Areiton

He didn't really mean to adopt Derek's pack of puppies. He didn't mean to make himself important to them. To Derek. He just wanted to keep them all safe. That's all Stiles ever wanted.

The Comfort of Coming Down by MadcapRomantic

Stiles isn't the only human in the pack, but, more often than not, he's the most vulnerable.

the three rules of beacon hills high (there is a cult in school) by graveltotempo

there are three clear cut rules in Beacon Hills High School:

Do not hurt Stiles Stilinski, unless you want his friends after you Do not hurt Stiles Stilinski’s friends, unless you want him after you Do not flirt with Stiles Stilinski, unless you want his boyfriend after you

Other fic recs: angsty fics | possessive Derek | historical AU | baby/mpreg

does anyone have any fic recs like this ?? 😭i’m desperate for it

I love it in fanfics when Derek can hear stiles heartbeat from anywhere and uses it as an anchor. I also love it when Derek just thinks that stiles normal heart rate is faster than it is because everytime stiles is around him, it beats faster— and getting super concerned when he hears it slow down— and that’s what leads to a confession.

It’s just such a sweet concept. Like “I would know your heart anywhere”. Love to see it.