daslebenistgut  asked:

For Halloween sterek, could you maybe do an au with Derek making homemade cider and it's his mom's recipe or something so he makes it every year and Stiles lives in the same building as him and he comes home from a college costume party and he's drunk so he just walks into Derek's apartment because the cider smells so good and Derek turns around and suddenly there's just a guy dressed up as Batman or something and idk maybe drunk cuddles end up happening?

I fucking love apple cider, so I really loved writing this, even though it took months (on ao3!)

When Derek turned twenty six his mother finally gave him the recipe for her famous apple cider.

It had been a tradition in the Hale household since long before he’d even been born, one every member of the family eagerly looked forward to each year. On the first day of fall in mid-September, without fail, after they offered Mabon prayers and shared blessings around a bonfire in the middle of the preserve, his mother would head straight to the kitchen to start making apple cider, her way of ushering in the new season.

When he was old enough, around six years old, she let him help, his siblings never having any interest whatsoever in helping out in the kitchen, too busy rough-housing with each other or watching football with their father and uncle Peter. But Derek was always eager to help, dubbed a mama’s boy at a young age by both family and friends.

His mother would always smile indulgently, happy to have a little helper, and pull over a footstool for him when he politely asked if he could help in the kitchen, peering up over the edge of the countertop at whatever she was doing at the moment. So every year on the first day of fall she’d help him up onto the footstool or lift him onto the counter and let him measure out the sugar and cloves, count out the sticks of cinnamon to add to the slow cooker.

Once he was older, and no longer needed a footstool, his mother would have him slice and core the apples while she peeled the oranges, both of them talking about their week and upcoming activities, classic rock on the radio. Throughout middle school and high school, Derek would rant and rave about the basketball tryouts in late November and his mother would nod and hum in acknowledgement, offering a few kind words about how well he’d do and occasionally asking about his classes or how his friends were.

And every year she’d have him turn around, rolling his eyes like a typical teenager, when she added the secret ingredient, only giving him the okay to look again when she’d placed the lid back on the slow cooker. She’d smile brightly at him as she set the slow cooker on low to simmer for several hours, wrapping her arm around his shoulders and leading him into the living room to sit with the rest of the family.

The entire house had smelt of cinnamon and apples for weeks after just one batch of her cider, welcoming fall with the scents of the season. It was the scent of his childhood, hours spent lounging around basking in the aroma while his siblings tried to sniff out the secret ingredient.

He’d never actually tried to seriously figure out what the secret ingredient was himself, save for the times when he was younger and always tried to steal a peek from between his fingers. He’d simply chalked it up to his mother’s many quirks and carried on, shrugging and figuring he’d find out eventually when she felt it right to finally reveal the secret ingredient.

It happened to be on his twenty sixth birthday, when he’d been back in California to visit his family, taking a few vacation days to fly back to Beacon Hills and spend his birthday with all his loved ones. Early on the morning of his birthday, just as the sun was rising up over the horizon, he’d walked downstairs into the kitchen to make a pot of coffee before going for a run through the preserve, only to find his mother sitting on the counter with a book in her lap.

She’d pulled him into a tight hug with watery eyes, whispering happy birthday and telling him how proud she was of him. He’d had to hold back tears of his own as she handed him the leather bound book which, upon further inspection, he found was a handwritten copy of all mother’s most safeguarded recipes.

The rest of their family had found them like that a few hours later, holding each other tight and crying into each other’s shoulders, any thoughts of coffee and running completely forgotten. Laura had teased him for the rest of his visit about him being a giant sap, only stopping when Derek threatened to withhold apple cider from her the next time she stopped by his loft in New York, their mother rolling her eyes fondly as they bickered like the children they’d always be to her.

He boarded his flight back to the Big Apple a week later feeling more like an adult than since he’d gotten his driver’s license, since he’d gotten his PhD early, since he’d bought his loft in Brooklyn and started teaching at Columbia.

So, there he was at ten p.m. on Halloween night finishing his third batch of apple cider since he’d been given the recipe, singing along off-key to the Queen song he had playing on his phone, a batch of white chocolate caramel cookies baking in the oven. He was straining the cider through a fine mesh sieve, his cat, a calico aptly named Autumn, watching him from her spot on the kitchen floor, stretching lazily as she swished her tail.

Tossing the drained apple mash into the trashcan, Derek moved to strain the cider again to make sure there weren’t any solids left behind. He paused when he heard Autumn meow, the lilting trill she used by way of greeting, turning on his heel to see what had elicited her loud mewl, the words of Somebody To Love dying in his throat when he saw someone standing in his living room.

He tightened his grip on the metal handle of the sieve, ready to bash the intruder over the head. But it wasn’t just anybody standing in his living room—it was Batman. Well, someone dressed as Batman, anyway. It was Halloween, after all.

The mystery man’s identity didn’t remain a mystery for long as he yanked off his cowl and asked in a slurred whisper, “S'at apple cider?”

Derek nodded silently, completely flabbergasted, eyebrows furrowing as he took in the sight of the intruder, immediately recognizing him without the obstructive mask. It was his neighbor Stiles, an undergraduate at Columbia who lived across the hall and always said hi in the hallway and hummed loudly in the elevator every morning and had an overabundance of male guests that Derek’s jealousy couldn’t handle.

They’d talked a few times in the year Stiles had been living in the same apartment building, at the mailboxes and in the elevator, occasionally running into each other on campus, even hanging out with mutual friends to watch baseball a couple times. But they were nowhere near close enough to just come barging into each other’s apartments uninvited and unannounced, let alone barging in dressed like DC characters.

Not that Derek would ever kick Stiles out of his apartment, Batman costume or not. He’d been harboring a crush on Stiles for an embarrassingly long time, falling head over heels for him the moment he’d overheard him ranting to his friend about how rampant bisexual erasure in history was, citing a disclaimer in his history textbook which essentially no homo’d Chopin’s letters to Titus before switching to fluent Polish and reciting a snippet of one of said letters.

That had been almost a year ago and he still got butterflies whenever he saw Stiles in the hallway or shared an elevator with him, blushing like a little schoolboy whenever Stiles waved at him or asked him how his day was going. He’d actually run into a wall once, distracted by the way Stiles’ entire face lit up when he smiled, not paying attention to where he was walking and smacking face first into the wall, his nearby students dissolving into hysterical laughter.

Derek had nearly had a heart attack when Stiles first met Autumn, sinking down to his knees in a move that made Derek’s gut twist with arousal. He’d scratched under her chin and raved about how gorgeous she was, claiming he adored cats, always greeting Autumn with a smile and a coo about her adorableness whenever he saw her after that.

Every morning, Derek looked forward to passing Stiles on the stairwell or seeing a glimpse of him at school, feeling like a lovesick puppy. And now Stiles was standing there in his living room dressed like Batman.

Derek had a dream like this once — it had quickly become R-rated. He swallowed thickly at the memory, reflexively licking his lips.

“Uh, yeah,” he managed to croak out, glancing back at the slow cooker, wondering what about apple cider was so intriguing. His eyes widened when he turned back to Stiles to find him crying softly, hands clenched into fists at his sides.

Derek tossed the sieve into the sink with a clatter as he rushed over to Stiles, stepping over Autumn who let out a plaintive cry as he did. He gently held Stiles by his upper arms, frantically looking him over for any injuries, for anything that could have elicited his tears, urgently asking, “Are you okay? Are you hurt? What’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry,” Stiles sniffled quietly, his soft voice a far cry from his typical loud, endearingly brash, confident demeanor, the sound breaking Derek’s heart. Stiles raised a hand to wipe his wet eyes, bottom lip wobbling as he tried to hold back more tears. "It’s just… My mom used to make homemade apple cider and I smelled it, and it smells so good, and it just reminded me of her so much and I really miss her and your door was unlocked… And I’m really drunk and…I’m sorry.”

“Hey, hey,” Derek soothed softly, rubbing his hands up and down Stiles’ arms, squeezing his shoulders reassuringly. “It’s okay, it’s alright. I know. Here–” he turned Stiles by his shoulders and led him towards the couch, gesturing for him to sit “–just sit down and relax. I’ll finish the cider and pour you a glass, okay?”

Stiles sniffed as he sunk back into Derek’s couch, relaxing into the comfortable cushions. He lifted his head to look up at Derek. “R-Really?”

“Yeah, really,” Derek confirmed, grinning warmly as he ran a hand through Stiles’ sweaty, disheveled hair, stroking his thumb over his cheek. “Just sit here and relax. I’ll be right back.”

“Okay,” Stiles mumbled, voice thick and gravelly as he hastily wiped his eyes, looking up at Derek with wide, trusting doe eyes. He licked his lips, sniffling miserably, “Okay.”

Derek grabbed the blanket he kept draped over the back of the couch and laid it over Stiles’ lap in case he got cold, tucking it around his hips before jogging the short distance back to the kitchen, weaving around Autumn. He picked the sieve up out of the sink, quickly rinsing it off before he strained the cider again. He stretched to grab a ladle from the drawer on the other side of the sink before fetching two mugs from the cabinet above the sink.

He spooned some of the hot cider into the mugs, adding a half stick of cinnamon to each the way his mother always did, and ventured into the medicine to grab a bottle of aspirin, remembering of some of his own more horrendous hangovers. He carefully carried the mugs back out to the living room where Autumn was curled up at Stiles’ hip, front paws in his lap, purring loudly as he scratched behind her ear, green eyes closed in pure bliss.

Smiling at the sight, Derek rounded the coffee table where Stiles had tossed his mask and took a seat beside him on the couch, Autumn mewing at him in greeting. He set the bottle of aspirin down on the table and handed Stiles a steaming mug of apple cider with a warm smile.

“Thank you,” Stiles murmured, uncharacteristically demure as he looked down at the mug in his hands. He carefully raised it to his lips, closing his eyes and breathing in the heady scent of cinnamon as he took a small sip.

His eyes popped open, wide and shocked, the moment the cider touched his tongue, moaning emphatically as he took another, bigger sip and then another. Derek smirked into his own cup at Stiles’ reaction, savoring both the amusing expression on Stiles’ face and the familiar taste of his mother’s cider.

“Oh my god,” Stiles moaned, blotting his upper lip with the back of his hand, gloves beside his mask on the coffee table. He pointed at his mug excitedly, licking his lips before he spoke, voice much less slurred, “This is amazing!”

“Thanks. It's—” Derek paused, not wanting to upset Stiles any further by being insensitive “—it’s my mother’s recipe.”

“S'really good,” Stiles reiterated, nodding gravely to himself. He raised the mug to his lips again, taking another deep swig, eyes falling closed at the taste.

Derek was about to ask him if everything was alright, but he stopped himself. He would let Stiles sober up, offer him the use of his shower, maybe give him a change of clothes. But for now, they would just sit there and enjoy each other’s company and his first batch of apple cider.

Headcanon Derek sometimes cuddles a pillow at night because he misses his family so much and doesn’t know how to not be afraid of touch any more. So he holds the pillow instead, clutches it tight, because it’s the only thing he’s got now, closing his eyes and thinking of his mom, of Laura, and trying so desperately not to feel alone. 

Headcanon two: the first time Stiles holds him, maybe the first night they spend together, maybe after a particularly bloody battle, and both of them are too tired to think about what holding means, Derek cries, clutching at Stiles’ arm wrapped around him, trying not to shake, hating that he’s already fucking this up before it’s even begun. That is until Stiles whispers, “hey, it’s okay big guy, I get it” and Derek knows he does, allows himself to turn, burying his face in Stiles’ neck, feeling like, for the first time in a long time, he might just be okay. He knows better than to place too much hope in dreams, especially dreams such as forever, but with Stiles holding him, just like this, rubbing a hand up and down his back like a promise, he thinks he might be able to give hope a chance, just this one last time. 

feminismfox  asked:

Could you please rec me any fics where the Sheriff protects/stands up for/comforts Stiles. I've been reading a lot of fics where the Sheriff is a less than great dad and I really want one where the Sheriff proves he loves his son and would do anything for him. Please and thank you and may the fan fiction gods bless you

Here’s some good parent Sheriff,@feminismfox! And our Stilinski Family Feels tag for more. - Anastasia

Originally posted by ryvetted4

Get It Together by atimeforflores

(1/1 I 651 I General I Stiles/Parrish)

Both Stiles and Parrish are oblivious to each other’s attraction for the other, but the sheriff sees it. The sheriff eventually gets sick of the romantic/sexual tension and tricks them to go into a cell, a cell of love.

Backtrack by inhystereks

(1/1 I 1,036 I General I No Pairing)

Sheriff Stilinski is tired of all the lies.

One way it could have gone down by almaruth

(1/1 I 1,636 I Teen I No Pairing)

Sheriff Stilinski is not stupid, and he loves his son. Stiles, in turn, loves his dad - and that plus his concern for Scott give us a whole new (series of) outlook(s).

Dinner in family by Agata_Ridlle

(1/1 I 1,909 I Teen I Sterek)

Sheriff Stilinski is happy cause he is in home early and will have a nice dinner with Stiles.

Ad Rem by sherlocksimpaladoctorskanima

(1/1 I 2,173 I Teen I Sterek)

“I think we need to stop being such fucking idiots about this and get together. It’s time, Derek. ”

Well, that was certainly unexpected.

she’s just in the background by Shadowstar

(1/1 I 5,098 I Teen I Sterek)

Kara just wants to help. More than anything. Even when she manages to stick her foot in it, repeatedly.

Hospital For Souls by ATaleOfTwoCaitlins

(5/? I 7,557 I Teen I Sterek)

Breathe in. 1, 2, 3, 4.

Hold it. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6.

Breathe out. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7.

Stiles was used to managing his anxiety on his own, despite his father’s best efforts to get him to open up. However, at the arrival of a shrink with a decidedly different approach, Stiles begins to realise that he doesn’t have to deal with things alone. That he can let someone into his life without having to have them leave. He discovers that he can breathe on his own, but breathes deeper in company.

Nothing but a Note by adult_disneyprincess (orphan_account)

(2/2 I 8,008 I Teen I Sterek)

Stiles leaves Beacon Hills.

Jealousy; An Interesting Shade of Green by PolarisTheYoungWolf

(1/1 I 9,397 I Explicit I Sterek)

Would you please write a story for me one where Derek can’t understand why he and his wolf feel so possessively jealous over Stiles.
It was never this way when he was dating Paige,Kate or Jennifer in fact he’s pretty sure he didn’t do the jealous thing before meeting Stiles.
Now everyone who even looks at Stiles with the smallest hint of lust makes him want to rip their throats out with his teeth even certain members of his own pack.
You can make this either explicit or not which ever you feel happiest with and Stiles can be male or female.
It would be great if you could have Stiles not aware of how Derek feels at first {it’s totally not one sided Stiles really likes Derek as well} and that it’s either Jackson or Isaac that has Derek growling jealously thank you.

False Dawn (Stiles, it’s called zodiacal light) by ElisAttack

(3/3 I 11,145 I Explicit I Sterek)

Stiles wakes up in the middle of the woods with no memory of how he got there.

Or the one where Stiles can’t die, but people keep hurting him anyway.

Forming a Pack and a Family by babigurl21793

(31/31 I 27,479 I Mature I Sterek)

After the showdown with Gerard the pack has gotten closer, except for Scott. Relationships, both romantic and friendly, are forming and life is good in the newly built Hale house. But can this happiness last? Or will someone close to the pack try to sabotage them?

Choosing you by babigurl21793

(17/17 I 34,380 I Not Rated I Sterek)

Stiles has been training for his magic, Isaac and Stiles are close friends, Scott is not a very good alpha, Erica and Boyd escaped the alpha pack and ran away. Derek returns. Feelings are made known and things change.

Alpha and Luna by kurenohikari

(20/20 I 44,745 I General I Sterek)

After killing his uncle Derek thinks about what he had done and what a monster he is. However, he tries to not fall into despair because he has a new Beta to take care of. Will he be able to do it on his own? Or will he have help?

Bruises and Bitemarks by oblivions172

(26/27 I 103, 610 I Explicit I Sterek)

Biologically, Stiles is weak. When he presented as an omega, he knew that to be the truth but that never stopped him from running his mouth as a defense mechanism. However, it could only save him so many times before he ended up pissing off the wrong person. After he’s attacked in the parking lot outside of school, Stiles realizes he can no longer protect himself with just pure wit and sarcasm. When the attack lands him in the hospital, his dad forces him to pick between two options, report the alphas who attacked him or join a kickboxing gym run by omega rights activist and alpha, Derek Hale, a man Stiles has been in love with for many years.

In a lot of Sterek fics, Stiles is often the one who cooks because he taught himself so he could make healthy meals for his father, but honestly, I like to think that Derek's the one who cooks.

I like to think that Derek has always loved cooking since he was a child.

He used to watch his mother cook up until he was twelve, and Talia started letting him help, small things like slicing the peppers.

And into his teens, he actually started cooking with her himself, doing things like preparing the meat or bowling the pasta.

I like to think that he still cooks, now as an adult, because it makes him feel closer to his mother.

I like to think that whenever Stiles helps him in the kitchen, his heart leaps a little because it’s starting to feel like home all over again. It’s a familiar feeling directed at a different person, but still someone who he loves.

He teaches Stiles a lot of what his mother taught him and Stiles learns fast, almost like its second nature.

And when Stiles asks about it, asks why Derek is so passionate about cooking, he tells him. He tells Stiles the story of how his mother taught him, how she guided him and transformed him into an amazing cook.

Cooking keeps him close to her, helps him remember some of the happiest moments of his life.

And Stiles looks at him with the softest gaze, and he may or may not love Derek a little more now.

He pulls Derek in close and they just hug. They just stand there hugging.

“I miss her,” Derek says and his voice cracks.

Stiles strokes a hand through his hair and whispers, “I know.”

It’s easier now though, missing his mother, missing his entire family, in fact, because Derek has Stiles who helps him through it.

Helps him open up a bit more. Brings him closer to the pack. Gives Derek reason to smile a little wider. Teaches Derek how to love again.

Tells Derek day after day that it isn’t his fault, and slowly, but surely, Derek starts to believe it too.


(Bonus: Derek also bakes. The thought of him wearing a “#1 Chef” apron that Stiles bought him with flour in his beard makes me too happy to refuse the idea of Derek baking.)

“Stiles Saves the Hales” Fic Rec List

shipsandpolitics​ asked for fics where either Stiles travels back in time and saves the Hales or he can see the future and saves them when he’s a kid.  So here you go. 

At All Costs * by InTheArmsofaThief // w:11882 // Stiles is sent on a mission in time to protect Derek Hale at all costs. He doesn’t know why Derek Hale is so important to the future, but Stiles takes his mission seriously. *Doesn’t save all the Hales

Time to Begin by triedunture // w:20752 // Stiles learns some heavy-duty magic, and Derek convinces him to send him back in time to fix all the mistakes he’s made. But Derek ends up making things worse, and Stiles has to think creatively to save him. And everyone else, including their younger selves.

Vision without action is just a dream. by Mynuet // w:17036 // Stiles has never known how to leave things well enough alone. If the root of their unhappiness is Derek losing the love of his life, then that’s the problem Stiles is going to fix, no matter what it takes. He probably should have realized that things never go according to plan.”

Time to Say Goodbye by matildajones // w:34323 // Derek finds an older version of himself at his front door, along with Stiles, a boy from the future.

Hope is a thing with feathers by ShanaStoryteller // w:28959 // Stiles is ten when he saves the Hales from their burning home and Derek from a wolfsbane bullet, and this establishes a pattern that seem to continue indefinitely.

Play It Again by metisket // w:63206 // In which Stiles goes along with one of Derek’s plans and ends up in an alternate universe as a result. He should’ve known better. He did know better, actually, and that means he has no one to blame but himself.

A Thousand Fiery Suns of Angst by apocrphal // w:20934 // All Stiles wants from life is to learn to control his magic, keep his grades up, and not die horribly while saving Beacon Hills from supernatural threats. It’s all going pretty well until Derek Hale, werewolf extraordinaire, has to go and ask him on a date. That asshole.  

Pretend this is our den, kay? by Survivah // w:16141 // In which Stiles is raised by (were)wolves, and he and Derek are childhood sweethearts that never stopped. Also, Kate Argent is a homicidal maniac but a very helpful plot device. 

Not a Spark, But a Burn* by candyvan // w:86337 // Stiles was supposed to be exorcising a demon, okay? He does not have time for being pinned to the wall by Laura freaking Hale.or that fic where Stiles is sent back in time and decides to be a meddler. *Not actually Sterek

I Love to be the Underdog* by CaptainnAustralia // w:33522 // One of these days Stiles was going to learn that having a death wish was a bad thing. *Cannon divergence from the moment Derek comes into town, so no ones saved but Derek has a better life because Stiles is awesome.


Somebody in the family wrote children’s chapter books about the a lone wolf who is trying to prove his innocence. Imagine Derek’s dad writing children’s books! He started making up the stories because Laura came home crying after they read The Three Little Pigs in school and one of the other kids called the Big Bad Wolf a meanie. Imagine Mr. Hale deciding to “fix” stories for his kids so they could see wolves as heroes in books too. Imagine Derek sitting on his dad’s lap listening to stories of wolves solving mysteries (and maybe he thinks about that every time he helps the Sheriff but I’m just saying). Imagine author Daddy Hale!

Friendly reminder that Derek Hale came back at the beginning of the series to the town where most of his family was either murdered or incapacitated to follow his big sister, his Alpha, only to find her cut in half, with a new wolf wandering around, a new Alpha lurking and the family responsible for killing his back on his land. Friendly reminder that, after burying half of his sister’s body, the first thing he did was follow the new wolf so that he would not hurt his girlfriend, the niece of the woman who abused him and destroyed his life. Friendly reminder that he brought her home, safe and sound, after Scott freaked out and abandoned her at the party, even though his best friend tried to convince him that this was going to happen and that he shouldn’t go. Friendly reminder that Derek Hale had Allison Argent in his car and didn’t stop to think about hurting her to get back at her family, even though nobody could have blamed him. Friendly reminder that when Scott asked where she was, Derek said ‘safe from you’. Friendly reminder Derek already went through this and the outcome was that his first girlfriend died. Friendly reminder that, though Scott McCall is portrayed as the protagonist of the series, Derek Hale is its hero, from the first episode. 

Mr. Hitchhiker [Sterek Fic]

I started writing this before but Torah’s picture inspired me to keep writing and somewhere along the way it became stupidly long and kind of serious so here have 9500 words of road trip Sterek with added Laura being an awesome sister. Also on AO3.

 “So where you headed?” The kid in the bright blue jeep asked him as he slid into the passenger seat.

Derek was surprised to find the seat comfortable for a beat up old jeep, but then anything was better than being on his feet for ten miles.

“As far as you’ll take me.” He said, strapping himself in and settling his bag on his lap.

“Sounds good. You can throw your bag in the back, it won’t disappear into the void.”

Derek rose his brow at the kid but complied nonetheless. It was nice to have the weight off him.

The kid had already started driving again, just after Derek shut the door. So if Derek was having second thoughts about getting into a car with a stranger he’d have to tuck and roll, but he was confident he could take the scrawny guy in a fight.

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Headcanon: During his desperate escape from the burning Hale house Peter couldn’t rescue anyone but Cora–he dragged the wailing child through the tunnels to safety and told her to “run, sweetheart, run and hide and don’t come back until it’s safe” before he succumbed to his wounds and collapsed. And she did.