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The sun shone down on Stiles as he lay on a bench in bright pink shorts and a rainbow tank top. Gaudy shades protected his eyes beneath an equally pink baseball hat. The weather was gorgeous, and his phone was loaded up with music. People passed in twos and threes as they walked the shallow trail that skirted the preserve. He checked his watch with a grin.
Show time.
In which the month of August is the perfect excuse to incite others to join Stiles in his mission which just so happens to involve bench vandalism.
Includes a fantastic podfic by Jetainia!
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Paralyzed by Pleasure by Definitively_Different_Drivel, Physalis
Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)
13 Jul 2025
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He took a moment to creep into the bathroom doorway. He couldn't go in; it wasn't part of 'the room' but the door was open, the light was on. Stiles couldn't resist taking a look at himself in the mirror.
His hair was shaggy, tousled but not too long, his form toned, hiding the hunger. His face had aged again, just a bit. When he moved his hands, his claws glistened in the artificial light. He should save his energy, but this little luxury, a simple look in the mirror, kept him going, reminded him that he was alive. He was still here, still fighting to live, clinging to hope that someday, he could rejoin the world outside. In time he had to fade once more, but the extra boost from the happy couple meant he could stay aware just a little longer between feedings.
He was still reveling in his feast a day later when a man barged in, stripped off a blood-soaked shirt and crashed, face first, onto the bed.
In which Stiles is half incubus, half sleep paralysis demon, trapped in a shoddy motel room when a certain werewolf visits his room. The astounding part is he keeps coming back.
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"This is a wild goose chase. Dryads aren't real."
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"I know you don't want to get your hopes up, but-"Stiles cleared his throat. Two pairs of eyes swiveled to fix their gaze on his naked woody form. "Rude much? Just because we're not indigenous to California doesn't mean we don't exist."
In which Scott & Derek search for a wood nymph to assist with unspecified fertility issues.
What they find is Stiles.
Written for Mint: It's not my OT3 or my preferred fetish, but I hope it's enough to make you smile. :D
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"I'm alright." He wasn't. Derek tensed. He corrected himself, "Or, I will be."
"You sure?"
Stiles nodded, leaning into the touch. It occurred to him, in a vague sort of way, that he should be freaking out, but everything just felt so fucking right. He sat there, curled against Derek until he flicked back into his own reality.
It was the most natural thing in the world.
His eyes focused though tear-blurred lashes; he found himself staring at a photo album as his dad fretted.
"Stiles?"
His mouth was dry. "I think I need to see Deaton."
In which something with Stiles' magic goes awry and slides him into the lives of alternate versions of himself.
And, true to form, in his quest to ignore the problem until it goes away, he fails to notice the most important detail of all:
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Prompt from celestialvoid-fanfiction on Tumblr:
Imagine Stiles and Derek are talking all the way to the bathroom where Derek asks “Are you going to stay and watch me shower?” Stiles turns and leaves. Derek starts to undress when suddenly Stiles reappears with a chair and takes a seat. Derek looks confused and asks, “What are you doing?” Stiles, completely nonchalantly, replies “Watching.”Doesn't follow the prompt word for word but follows the premise. The gist of it is that Derek asks a rhetorical question and Stiles gives a literal answer. Also involves blatant misuse of a barstool, sass, banter, and general pettiness all the way through.
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Trading Ties by Definitively_Different_Drivel for whimsicalmeerkat
Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)
24 Feb 2025
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"You're awake." Hazel eyes bore into him as he cursed his luck.
Stiles frowned, heaving his head up to rest against the back of the chair. He must be getting sloppy. "So," he eyed the man, took in the classic posture and subtle nostril flaring that lay beneath all that leather and gratuitous muscle. He cracked out a brittle laugh, playing the victim. "big bad wolf thought he could waltz in and steal the weakest link, eh?"
The man eyeing him scoffed. "Bullshit. You're the linchpin."
In which Laura and Derek return after Scott's pack is well established and they're stupid enough to kidnap Stiles as a test. Little do they realize that the guy they thought was the cowardly human strategist is actually a terrifying magical enigma.
He's also disturbingly horny, which may be the key to avoiding Derek's impending demise.
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Just a short melancholic ficlet showing the events that sparked the premise of Paw's Rewind.
NOTE: Read Paw's Rewind first!
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- Part 2 of Paw's Rewind
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Stiles and an unspecified assortment of packmates are staying in Hale-owned housing as part of an agreement for Scott's wedding in Hale territory.
Lucky for him, he gets shoved beside Derek, the surly reclusive oldest son of alpha Hale.
Unlucky for him, he makes the worst impression. Even worse, he doesn't remember it.
Will Stiles be able to worm his way into Derek's good graces or will his terrible first impression doom his efforts from the start?
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A gangly kid sat, unnaturally still, save for solemn hazel eyes that tracked the pair of kids playing on the swings. He'd fill out later. He knew this. He didn't know why he did, just that it was an immutable fact, like the fact that Laura was the next alpha, or the fact that sometimes, he missed the scents of strangers so deeply it hurt, or the way he dreamed of horrible things that he knew in his heart would never come to pass.
Scott pulled Mischief to stillness with a whisper. "It's that weird kid again. Should we call your dad?"
A young Derek finds himself with strange memories and symptoms, estranging him from his family of birth, everyone except, of all people, Peter.
Claudia Stilinski, formerly of the Gajos takes note. Between the Stilinskis and Peter, things get rough a few times over but everything ends up ok in the end.
Note: Three parts split into 5k chapters.
Chapter 1: Derek is 10, Stiles is 7
Chapter 2-3: Derek is 13, Stiles is 10
Chapters 4-6: Derek is 21, Stiles is freshly 18
Mature for language, older teenagers getting drunk, and references to sex/sexual acts; nothing explicit on screen.Series
- Part 1 of Paw's Rewind
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This started with a discussion of angsty headcanons on the Sterek Collaborative Big Bang server.
I thought it over, considered canon and adjusted. Because, after all, Stiles might have hallucinated him as an angry drunk but he's never afraid of his father and he isn't afraid to get him drunk.
So, what if he fucked up really badly, just the once? And here's what I concocted.
The sheriff is sitting alone, at night, shortly after Claudia died. His father showed up, unwanted, to the funeral and he can't get the man's words out of his head. Without his wife to drag him out of the spiral, he makes a stupid decision that leads to a terrible mistake with a hopeful ending.
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The acrid notes of chemicals embedded within treated wood evoked, in his mind, the scent of burning flesh, but none of that tainted the air tonight.
Instead, the smell of clean, clear, deadfall woodsmoke flowed through the clearing. Derek's mind drifted back, pulled by the plumes dancing along the soot-sodden breeze. He stood there, leaning against a tree as the faintest edge of firelight cast bush-shadows across his dark blue jeans.
In which Derek tries to keep his distance during a full moon bonfire with the pack, but Stiles doesn't let him.
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Stiles gaped after Mrs. Brooks. Derek stood beside him, eyebrow raised.
Stiles pulled out his phone, searching frantically.
"You're not looking that up."
Stiles typed away. "Fuck off, do you really think I can just- ignore that possibility?"
Derek grimaced, scraping his fingers through the back of his hair. Stiles sputtered beside him.
"Holy shit I found it! Oh my god, this was a bad idea, Derek, why didn't you stop me?"
In which Stiles hears some interesting information about his father's past career aspirations and proceeds to makes literally the worst decisions possible.
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Danny sneaks up on someone snooping around, distracting him from his daily meditations.
What he discovers surprises both of them.
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Stiles cracked open the door to the tiny New York apartment he shared with Derek after another night of striking out at the club. Moping at home was infinitely preferable to sitting at a bar watching other people celebrate another damned trip around the sun. On New Year’s Eve, no less.
Dour thoughts dogged him as he quietly snuck back into the apartment. Sure, Derek was probably in bed, or partying, but still, Stiles crept all the same. Sometimes, he came home to find Derek asleep on the pull-out couch Stiles used as a bed. When he was lucky, and he wasn’t often lucky, he’d steal the blanket from Derek’s room and sleep on the floor. Then, as soon as he’d wake up, Derek would grab the blanket, make a huge fuss of stuffing it in his laundry bag and generally be a dick about it.
When Stiles was unlucky, Derek would pull him down onto the couch, treat him like a teddy bear just long enough to make it awkward, then push them both off in a flurry of growly pissed-off werewolf misery.
Stiles didn’t feel very lucky tonight.
Involves an ill-advised scent blocker, and Derek drunk on aconite absinthe, followed by breakfast and (hopefully) smut.
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Stiles and his dad both neglected to inform the other of the identities of their new significant others before getting together for Christmas.
Also involves contraband french silk pie.
[An attempt at a dabble that got away from me.]
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“Also! I don’t appreciate you entering the territory unannounced, magic tree stump be damned, and I sure as fuck don’t trust you with our territory, no matter what Derek says,” Stiles yelled, mid-rant, arms waving in not so silent fury.
He breathed deep, winding up for another string of his aggressive tirade when he felt a shift. He stumbled, slightly, but continued, unphased, when it happened.
His mouth opened and a god-awful sound poured out, angry and harsh, like a rubber chicken in an industrial press.
This fic started as Stiles + swan princess curse = untitled goose game shenanigans with a bigger, angrier bird.
It then spawned side pairings/POVs galore. Note it's Sterek, but each side pairing has at least one POV scene and the Derek/Stiles pairing only occurs at the end of the fic.
No worries though, there's plenty of Stiles' POV, a bit of Derek, and it's capped off with some Sterek.
Enjoy!
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In which Stiles tries, and fails, to use food-based emoji innuendo, Derek endures an unpleasant person being horny on main in the grocery store, and dinner does not quite go as planned for either of them.
(It's a silly light-hearted comedy piece where everything turns out ok. )
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Stiles stared down at his hands, complete and clean of the blood-and-black-goop slurry that should have still stained his skin.
He was standing, too. When did he get up? His mind reeled.
Something shifted. A faint rustle disturbed the leaf litter.
"Stiles?"
In which Derek and Stiles find themselves standing in the woods after something mutually traumatic.
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Naga gonna give you up by Definitively_Different_Drivel for thePurebloodPrat
Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)
14 Feb 2023
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Well, it finally happened. Stiles is a shifter, but he's not a wolf.
Now Scott thinks he's a weasel, weird snakes after the pack, and he's pretty sure his nose is telling him that Derek might actually be an ok guy once you get past the whole 'resting murder face' thing.
But hey, that's just because someone's listening for once, right?
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In which Derek uses the term "Pliable" unironically during the course of a dream that isn't quite as private as he initially believes.