EverythingRara
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- Teen Wolf (TV) (18)
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Stiles had always had a crush on Derek Hale.
He was the popular guy in school—tough, a classic alpha.
Except… he wasn’t.
It was huge news when Derek Hale, star basketball player, presented at twelve—when Stiles was only six.
Derek Hale.
The complete opposite of what omegas were expected to be. Omegas were supposed to be short and slim, with round faces and little muscle.
Derek was tall, with broad shoulders and muscles that left alphas red with envy.
Omegas were supposed to be innocent and pure.
Derek was anything but.
He dated girls and boys of all chastes like it was a personal challenge—how many people he could date in a single school year.
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- Part 1 of Kinktober 2025
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A Sterek rewrite of the show, that stays mostly canon compliant in the beginning, shown exclusively through the eyes of Stiles Stilinski, unknown soul mate of Derek Hale.
Starts slow emotionally, my first attempt at a story of this degree please be gentle.Stiles grunted softly as he heaved himself onto the roof, his sneakers scuffing against the shingles. Scott—his best friend since forever—wasn’t answering his phone, and Stiles couldn’t wait. There was no way Scott was going to believe what Stiles had just overheard.
Keeping low, Stiles crept along the roof toward Scott’s window, his heart racing as the cool night air pressed against his skin. He tried the window, but it wouldn’t budge—it was locked.
“Of course it’s locked,” he muttered under his breath, rolling his eyes.
Knocking softly on the glass, he leaned in closer, squinting to peer inside. The curtains were drawn, giving him only a hazy, distorted view of the room beyond. “Scott,” he hissed, rapping on the window again. No answer.
Suddenly, the curtains shifted, and the window flung open. Scott and Stiles screamed, startling each other.
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Stiles is running, lungs burning and legs aching, but he can't stop.
Not when the snarling is right behind him, tigs snapping as the thunderous sounding footsteps gain on him more and more.
Stiles' skin prickles and he tries to dodge right—but arms like iron wrap around his waist and suddenly he's crashing to the ground.
Stiles' breath leaves him in a whoosh as they roll, bodies tumbling until Stiles' face is pinned down into the dirt.
He sputtered, barely able to spit the leaves out of his mouth before the air fills with the loud sound of pants ripping. His pants.
"Fuck!" Stiles shouted, clawing uselessly at the dirt as he tries to get away. Dirt gets under his fingernails but he doesn't make it a inch, unable to fight the hold Derek has on him.
"I caught you," A animalistic voice snarled above him and Stiles whimpered.
"So be a good bitch and submit,"
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- Part 4 of Sweet dream or Beautiful nightmare.
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Sequel to “All Over Me” by bloodwrites It’s strongly advised to read their story first as this continues into the after of that events.
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Derek prowled through the pack’s territory, his movements slow and methodical as he marked the trees lining the border. The scent of his claim lingered in the crisp night air, a silent warning to any who dared trespass. The neighboring packs knew better than to encroach on Hale land, so his patrols were usually uneventful—save for the occasional lone wolf foolish enough to test their luck.
Nose to the ground, Derek inhaled deeply, the damp earth and crushed grass filling his lungs. He swept forward, the tickle of blades against his snout barely registering—until something new curled into his senses.
Sweet.
His ears flicked forward, body going still as he took another deep pull of air. The scent was intoxicating, a cloying heat laced with something sharp and distinctly fox. An omega in heat.
Derek’s mouth parted slightly, his tongue running over his lips as he tracked the scent. He’d never been drawn to a fox before—usually, their scent barely registered. But this one? This one called to him. Urged him forward like a force of nature.
He followed the twisting, erratic trail, weaving through the underbrush with effortless grace. The omega was either playing or completely lost.