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sterek » stiles can teleport places au

For Sterek Week! Friday: Sterek AU

 Derek steps down onto the beach, his dogs already far ahead of him. The wind is biting and grey is settling in but he’s not going to let the weather stop his daily routine. Sand moves under his feet and he notices a man wandering over the beach, hands in his pockets and his whole body shivering.

 His dogs rush around the man’s ankles, excited for some human contact other than Derek. Not many people come to this place and he’s not even sure how the man got here. Derek watches as the figure bends down to pet his dogs, and as Derek drifts closer he smells the breath of magic on the man.

 It hits him hard and his own eyes start to burn with colour involuntarily. The man freezes, standing straight, and his pretty pink lips part in terror. His face goes pale and waves of his scent hit Derek’s nose. It’s flooded with the prickle of magic and anxiety. Then the man is gone.

 Derek’s dogs rush up and bark at his heels, moving around excitedly at the man’s sudden disappearance. He feels like he should be worried. No one comes to this part of the coast and the closest town is two hours away. The last time he was around something supernatural his family died, but now Derek doesn’t have anything to lose or the energy to care. The man seemed to think Derek would do more harm to him, anyway.

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 It’s another month before he sees the man again. This time he’s scrambling through sandy bush, swearing whenever his hands swipe against the cutting grass. Derek clears his throat. The man darts his head up and his warm, amber eyes stare back. He slips and falls on his backside.

 “What are you doing here?” Derek says, unfriendly.

 He licks his lips, and his heart is thrumming. “Are you – are you magic too?”

 Derek’s eyes threaten to glow blue again. He’s anticipated the dance of magic that falls off the young man so he has a better grip on his control. Derek steps forward, his eyes narrow. He doesn’t want anyone falling into his territory and he curls his lips, revealing his fangs. Derek lifts his hands, his claws lengthening and blue pierces the man. Hair begins to cover his face and Derek smells a bit of fear, hears a small squeak, and then the man is pulled into the air and he’s gone.

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 “I’m Stiles,” he says, and this time he’s right by Derek’s small cottage, hidden behind rows of trees. Derek snarls at him but the effect is lost when one of his dogs runs to Stiles’ legs and starts trying to lick his hands and knees.

 “Go away,” Derek tells him.

 “I can’t, not by will,” he says, inching closer. Derek would’ve hoped that because he’s got an axe in hand that the guy would be wary and hopefully run away. He’s a sweaty, angry, lonely man, and though he’s chopping wood he probably satisfies the image of an axe murderer.

 Stiles doesn’t run away.

 “I’ve never met anyone,” he clears his throat. “Different.”

 Derek has a burst of sympathy start up inside him but he tears it down instantly. He goes back to throwing his axe against the log and he only stops when he hears a loud chuckle.

 “Didn’t think you’d be the kind of person to have pink flowers on their window sill,” Stiles says at him.

 Derek glares. The flowers had been his mother’s favourite, and he’s only ever seen them grow in this part of the country. “What do you want?” he snaps.

 Stiles shrugs, looking away. His lips look cracked. “Answers.”

 “Well I can’t give them to you,” Derek says gruffly. He turns back to his small cottage and hopes by the time he’s used his pathetic little shower that Stiles will be gone. When he goes back outside, his dog is whining at a spot that smells like magic and smells like Stiles.

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 He returns from the grocery store, his beat up truck trailing up the dirt of his driveway. It’s dark by the time he gets back and when he steps inside all of his lights are on. Derek smells him everywhere, like he’s gone around and poked in all of Derek’s things.

 His kitchen is even emptier than when he left it and the larger of his two dogs comes down the stairs and immediately starts to press its side against Derek’s legs. Derek bends down and runs his hands through his dog’s coat, accepting a wet kiss from the only company he gets these days, and then he moves down the hallway. He’s surprised to find that Stiles didn’t step into his bedroom.

 It takes more than a few days before his scent has left the cottage completely.

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whilst crying in art class

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the kiddie like play

allisonargentee:

Based on (x). This has lots of mindless bad porn. For Jessy.

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Finals week is tortuous, and seems to get worse with every semester. Stiles isn’t used to this. School was easy, he aced his tests without putting a lot of effort, or work into studying. Now, he’s stumbling out of his last exam, running on cheap energy drinks, kind of sleep-deprived, and he’s pretty sure there’s brain leaking out through his nose, but that might be his imagination. There wasn’t ever time he’s been as exhausted as he’s now, not even when Coach Finstock made him run suicides; those were a piece of cake, in retrospect.

He scrubs a hand through his hair, breath rushing out of his lungs on a deep exhale. At least it’s over now, and he can focus on the fun aspects of life.

Thing is, he’s horny. Like, god damn, he’s so horny he might bust a nut, because studying all week didn’t leave room for sex, or even a nice round of Stiles time. It’s a tragedy, really. Stiles should work out a studying schedule for the next semester, so he doesn’t end up considering humping the next best person by the end of finals week.

He should head home, crash, rub one out, or three, and eat junk food until he’s sick with it. Or he could go see Marcus whose text is sitting unanswered in his inbox, telling him he misses Stiles’ cock, and when they can see each other again. He discards the thought, foregoes replying again; practically falls into Derek’s apartment instead as soon as he opens the door, and, boy, is he a sight for sore eyes.

“You look like shit,” Derek tells him, ever the sweet talker.

“Jeez, don’t butter it up,” Stiles says, dropping his backpack carelessly next to the door. He knows Derek hates it when he does that; everything has its own order at Derek’s place. Stiles doesn’t care about it right now, as he turns, and crowds Derek up against the closed door. They haven’t seen each other all week, but then again Stiles hasn’t seen anyone but Scott for the last couple of days.

Derek’s hands settle on Stiles’ hips automatically, fitting into the groves and angles as if Derek’s fingers have molded a place for themselves on his skin. Stiles starts mouthing at Derek’s neck, at his jaw, enjoys the way Derek’s stubble makes his lips tingle. Derek gasps harshly, fingers tightening on Stiles’ hips minutely. The noise makes heat pool in Stiles’ stomach, sends a flash of want, and need zing through his body.

“Is this a booty call?” Derek asks, hands slipping under Stiles’ shirt purposefully. Stiles has a hard time concentrating on anything but the point of contact; of Derek’s fingers leaving burning trails on his skin. It’s maddening.

Stiles huffs out a breath, nips at Derek’s ear. “Nah,” he mutters, drags his nose across Derek’s cheek. “It’s a booty visit, duh.”

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TRIPS Howl’s moving castle

In honor of Wolf!Derek I Present…The Ultimate List of Knotting!!!

stoney321:

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This list includes all the fanfics I have recommended that included Knotting and were over 10k Words.

WARNING: READ ALL THE TAGS.

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You Don’t See Straight - 174k

Take Your Breath Away - 23k 

Seeking Knotting Companion - 10k

The Boy is Mine, You Bonkers! - 35k

Can Life Be Perfect Please - 20k 

Rules of Engagement - 17k

Alpha Pair - 12k

A Very Sterek Christmas - 13k

Love is Oblivious - 181k (Mpreg)

Ghosts of Christmas Past - 15k

Like Scars With Colour - 16k 

Pack - 30k 

Alliteration-Verse - 265k 

Eat, Knot, Love - 29k

I’m Not Afraid of You - 29k 

True in Every Sense of The Word - 239k

Never Let Me Go - 11k

An Alpha’s Mark - 12k

Caged Humanity - 55k

Delta - 94k

All That I Need - 24k 

Don’t Worry Baby - 20k

Alpha Spikes - 70k

Relationship Status - 58k 

The Bond, the Pack, the Mate, the Alphas - 31k 

Knocked Up and Alpha - 18k 

Rites of Passage - 20k

Racing With the Wind - 26k

Werewolf Love Songs, Vol. 1 - 37k

When it All Comes Crashing - 18k 

Love Hunt Me Down - 55k 

The Mating Misadventures of Alpha-Wolf and Hyperactive Boy - 10k 

Where There’s Sacrifice - 45k

Free Consultation - 12k

Say Hello to Brushfire - 10k

My Moon My Man - 15k

Summer Contest - 18k

Green Spring Season - 30k

Five Days of Dickings - 17k

Sacrifices - 10k

Predator/Prey - 19k

The Chase - 10k

#Omegaproblems - 12k

In the Solstice of Our Hearts - 73

The Littlest Alpha - 52k

Electricity in the Contact - 27k

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This list does not include all the xeno/full shift tags, I’m thinking I’ll do that list right before season 5 starts. Call me crazy, but I think those will be very impressive and much expanded by then.

I love this trope. LOVE. (And if I may be so crass, here’s my entry into this particular field: The One With The Scottish Wolf Lord 12K)

For the meme thing, would you consider doing "grew up as best friends but you got hot over the summer can i touch ur biceps AU"?
- Anonymous

felicitysmock:

Derek has a real problem. Well, not a problem, a crush. It’s just that his crush IS on his chem partner, and the scrawny guy he used to tease about not being able to keep up with during their running exercises, and his favorite person to sit next to in the dining hall and make up conversations other people were having with. His crush is on Stiles. Stiles that threw himself into the desk next to Derek’s two years ago and told him they were going to be partners, and hadn’t given Derek a choice in the matter. He’d declared Scott— his very best friend— had abandoned him to sit with his girlfriend, and that Derek was going to take his place. 

Derek never had actually taken Scott’s place. Scott would flick paper aeroplanes over to Stiles’ desk, and they’d hit Derek in the face, instead. When Stiles followed Derek into lunch, and began detailing the racy argument a couple two tables over were definitely not old enough to be having, Scott would join in from the other side. When he wasn’t staring dreamily at Allison. Derek had gained two friends for the price of one, and not been able to get a word of protest in about it. 

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Derek Hale: Landlord!

breenwolf:

Derek offers a unit on the twentieth floor to Stiles on a Thursday, in the middle of a grocery store.

“What, really?” Stiles asks, brows raised high. He gestures at himself. “Me? Like, me? For real?”

Derek shrugs. “If you want it.”

“Dude, I know you’re kind of the king of not thinking stuff through, but there’s no way I could afford one of those units, they’re like—”

“No charge,” Derek says, annoyed but doing his best not to show it.

Stiles’s mouth hangs open, his jaw slack. Then his surprise gives way to heavy skepticism, his head tilting to the side and his eyes narrowing and his mouth settling into a grim line.

“What’s the catch?” he asks.

Derek rolls his eyes, crosses his arms, and levels a flat stare at him.

Stiles’s hands come up and begin moving wildly, his face expressive as ever. “You can’t just offer me a friggin’ apartment free of charge and not expect me to be suspicious as hell, man! You never offer me anything!”

“So, you don’t want it, then?”

“Whoa, I didn’t say that,” Stiles hurries to say. “I’m just wondering who you are and what you’ve done with my old buddy Derek Hale.”

Derek shakes his head and turns his back, walking away from him, leaving Stiles in front of the frozen foods section.

“I’ll pick up the key on Sunday?” Stiles calls after him.

Derek stops, glances over his shoulder. “I’ll be out of town until Monday.”

Stiles smirks at him. “Okay, Monday. See you then.”

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i just love, love reading your hp!au ficlets. would you perhaps consider doing one where derek or stiles try to sneak into each other's dorms? much love~~ *throws rainbows*
- Anonymous

bleep0bleep:

[OKAY I LIED ABOUT NOT DOING PROMPTS RN THIS WAS TOO CUTE TO PASS UP I’LL GET BACK TO WORK ON THE NOVELLA AFTER THIS. 

part one, part two ]

Scott is nose-deep into composing a love letter for Allison, quill pausing on the parchment for a second to think of a word that rhymes with “beauty,” when Charles, another Hufflepuff 7th year stomps into the common room from the entrance to the dorms, grabs a pillow from the couch and flomps into it frustratedly.

It’s late, most of the other Hufflepuffs have gone to bed. Scott and two other girls playing chess are the only ones still awake. 

"What’s up?" Scott asks. 

"You’re a Prefect, you go do something," Charles grumbles, rubbing his face into the pillow. "Derek’s got the curtains closed on his bed, and he keeps moaning and stuff, muttering Stiles over and over again. I can’t believe he’s having a wank with all of us in there. Silencing Charms exist for a reason, for Merlin’s sake. I thought all the pining and wanking would end when they got together, but apparently not.” 

"Why don’t you cast a Silencing Charm then?" Scott asks.

Charles turns red. “I…um…” 

Scott laughs. “Derek’s not that intimidating. Fine, I’ll go tell him to stop, but you owe me,” Scott says, walking into the warmly lit hallway that leads to the Hufflepuff dorms. He pushes open the door to the 7th year dorm and sure enough, one out of the three four-poster beds have their curtains completely drawn. 

The other 7th year, Mark is already asleep and obviously not caring about the sighs and gasps coming from Derek’s bed. 

Scott grits his teeth and yanks back the curtain and yelps in surprise. “Stiles! What are you doing here?” 

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For the meme thing, would you consider doing "grew up as best friends but you got hot over the summer can i touch ur biceps AU"?
- Anonymous

felicitysmock:

Derek has a real problem. Well, not a problem, a crush. It’s just that his crush IS on his chem partner, and the scrawny guy he used to tease about not being able to keep up with during their running exercises, and his favorite person to sit next to in the dining hall and make up conversations other people were having with. His crush is on Stiles. Stiles that threw himself into the desk next to Derek’s two years ago and told him they were going to be partners, and hadn’t given Derek a choice in the matter. He’d declared Scott— his very best friend— had abandoned him to sit with his girlfriend, and that Derek was going to take his place. 

Derek never had actually taken Scott’s place. Scott would flick paper aeroplanes over to Stiles’ desk, and they’d hit Derek in the face, instead. When Stiles followed Derek into lunch, and began detailing the racy argument a couple two tables over were definitely not old enough to be having, Scott would join in from the other side. When he wasn’t staring dreamily at Allison. Derek had gained two friends for the price of one, and not been able to get a word of protest in about it. 

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