art: derek hale


Like a river always running
I keep losing you.
Like a fire always burning
I’ll be here for you.                                                                                                   
If you’re ready, heart is open              
I’ll be waiting,
Come find me.

anonymous asked:

I'm hoping your amazing powers will work wonders and you can recommend some fics where Scott's obsession with Allison causes Stiles to get hurt or if their relationship causes him to get hurt in some way. Thanks in advance!

I went with Scott is a Bad Friend fics that include Scallison and hurt!Stiles - Anastasia

Originally posted by freakaboutwhat

Blue Monday by ExpectNothingGainEverything

(10/? I 24,036 I Explicit I Sterek)

Stiles would have never guessed that the star player of the lacrosse team and presumably the hottest guy in school who everyone wanted a piece of and one of his most hated bullies would turn out to be his soulmate.

Derek would never have dreamed that fate would be so cruel to pair him up with a freak like Stilinski.

The New Normal by midnightcas

(27/27 I 63,392 I Teen I Sterek)

After Stiles gets hurt…again, Derek puts him on the metaphorical supernatural bench. Meanwhile, Stiles tries to have a normal life and make normal friends. But when a new pack comes to town and the Hales start getting threats, things start to get a little….not normal.

The Boy Who Tamed the Sourwolf by AllTheseSquaresMakeACircle

(29/29 I 94,918 I Explicit I Sterek)

Stiles is used to being second tier in everyone’s life. How easily people forget him and move on to bigger and better things. Used to always being in someone’s shadow. Leave it to Derek Hale to shatter those expectations.

Can’t rely on me by Littleredridinghunter

(2/2 I 116,113 I Not Rated I Sterek I Rape)

The pack let him down, that’s not really a surprise lately.

When Danny finds Stiles nearly bleeding to death the next day it’s the start of a beautiful friendship.

Can the pack make amends before it’s too late? Will Stiles ever forgive them for not being there for him when he needed them the most?

Running Up That Hill by maypoison

(31/31 I 165,965 I Explicit I Sterek)

“Even before the pack joined together, Scott was trying to protect you. And he still is trying to protect you, even if it means leaving you out of all this.”

Stiles does roll his eyes at that. “Yeah, but it didn’t work did it. I was still involved, and so was my Dad. We were nearly killed by Matt, and then Gerard.”

“My point is, people change. Relationships aren’t always perfect. Scott’s tried to kill me before.“

Stiles raises an eyebrow. "So, you’re saying that someone trying to kill you is just a small flaw in a relationship?”

“We’re werewolves.” Derek answers with a shrug, as if that was a perfectly good explanation.

Derek Hale ~ Pack Night

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Word Count: 541

Warnings: none I think

Request: @hannahriley12  said:
Hey girllll!! Can I get one with Derek where he gets sick and it’s pack movie night and he’s like being all fluffy and blushy and the pack teases him because he’s sourwolf. Thank boo! 

A/N: hi !! kinda short but whatever


Originally posted by chicaalonzo

               I let out a loud laugh as Derek nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck. “c’mon, babe,” I whined teasingly, “I have to get everything ready for tonight.”

               Derek groaned and wrapped his arms around my waist, restricting my movements. I rolled my eyes and wiggled. “You have to let me go,” I giggled.

               Derek groaned again and let go before dropping onto the couch. He’s been sick for about a week now, and when he gets sick, he gets very clingy. Unfortunately for him, tonight was pack movie night, and it was our turn to host. I already had the blankets and pillows laid out along the couches and the tv set up with a few movies beside it. A romance, comedy, action, and mystery to fit everyone’s unique styles. On pack nights, they would almost always stay overnight so we could watch as many movies as possible. All I had to do was get out the snacks.

               I hummed as I walked back and forth from the kitchen and the living room, carrying different items. Plain and barbecue chips for Scott and Malia, gummy worms and chocolate chip cookies for Stiles, and dark chocolate for Lydia. Liam, Mason, and Corey liked to share different bags of flavored popcorn and bugles. Nolan and Theo liked sausage pizza from the local place downtown. Lastly, Derek and I just ate from everyone else, not really caring all too much.

               The moment I finished setting everything down, I heard a knock on the door. I walked over and opened the door to see everyone piled together, talking loudly. Most of them liked either getting a ride from the others or just running here. *cough* Malia *cough*

               I opened the door wider with a hello and let everyone inside. Stiles was the first to run in so he could claim his normal spot. Everyone else followed in suit while Scott lingered near the back, preferring to let everyone settle in before he found a spot. I laughed loudly and nudged Scott forward toward the others. He grinned back at me and sat beside Malia on one of the couches.

               Lydia jumped forward and quickly inserted a movie in before anyone else could have a chance to. She slid the disk in quickly and turned it on. Everyone groaned when The Notebook started up. She smirked happily and dropped into Stiles’ arms, grabbing a chocolate bar.

I made sure everyone was good and settled before I sat next to Derek on the couch. He immediately pulled me into his arms, his chin resting on my head. I giggled happily and smiled up at him.

               “Awww,” Stiles yelled sarcastically making the others look over at us.

               I felt myself go bright red and I turned so my face was hidden. I heard a lot of groans and someone hitting their head against a table. I could hear Lydia hitting Stiles lightly, telling him it was cute and to stop being rude. Scott shushed the younger ones- Liam, Mason, and Corey- and Theo didn’t seem to be concerned.

               Derek groaned and buried his face in my hair. I smiled against him and relaxed. Tonight would be a long night, but it would be worth it.

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anonymous asked:

re: Derek having a twin. I have to agree if only for the fact that it would speak really poorly of Derek's relationship with said twin that he clearly didn't talk to them about either Paige or Kate. As it is I think it speaks very poorly of his relationship with Laura if they were supposed to be fairly close in age. I love fic where they are super close, but I wonder if canon really supports that sometimes. Do you have thoughts on their sibling relationship? (1/2)

(2/2) Also, while there’s not really anything in canon to suggest it, I’ve become inordinately fond of Cora as a twin. Partly just because I like to get as many extra siblings in the Hale family as possible, but I also think it would go a ways to help explain Cora’s anger in 3A, and why she and Derek don’t seem remotely close or really like they talk to each other at all. And I don’t think there’s anything in canon which conflicts with it, so that’s become my headcanon.

Re: Laura, I tend to set her as being about two years older than Derek –– with him sixteen and a sophomore at the time of the fire, and Laura as eighteen and a senior. There’s nothing really supporting this, except that if she were eighteen that would explain why they didn’t end up in foster care. (They could have just run away and stayed out of the system, but then they wouldn’t have had access to their inheritance, and I feel like they did.)

I have the impression that Laura was generally kept busy with Talia, being trained to be the next Alpha –– there’s a line Peter says in s4, about the talisman… symbol… thing Kate’s after: “Talia used it to teach Laura. I tried to use it to teach Derek.” So I always feel like Laura had Talia’s priority attention and Derek learned for the most part from Peter (human!Papa Hale ftw), which might have caused some distance and possibly even resentment between the siblings. Also, I tend to think Laura would have been the kind of person to be president of the student council, captain of a sports team or two, just the type of person with a million activities and responsibilities taking up her focus and… I doubt she and Derek ever had a bad relationship, but I imagine them only actually getting close after the fire.

As for Cora, I can definitely see her with a twin. I mean, I don’t tend to picture any Hale twins personally, but there’s nothing I can think of to contradict it, and if any of the known Hales had a twin, I’d see it being her.

In general though, I picture there being one or two younger Hales we haven’t heard of, and the age gap between Derek and Cora (five to six years) makes me think there could easily be another sibling (or two) between them. With that big of an age gap, with or without siblings between, Derek and Cora wouldn’t have had much in common growing up. He’d have been firmly in the “baby things are gross” phase when she was born; probably looking to act grown up and impress his big sister and favorite uncle with how mature he was while she was just falling into Sesame Street. And remember that she was only eleven when the fire happened, while Derek was around sixteen, so she wouldn’t have ever been the ideal choice to hang out with or confide in.

So yeah, I’m happily down for twin!Cora, but I can just as easily imagine any siblings within a couple years of her age that she was closer to.

anonymous asked:

Deputy Stiles or Derek?

We recently added to the deputy!Derek tag here. So, here’s an update to our deputy!Stiles tag! - Anastasia

Originally posted by darlingiamobsessed

Quiet, Loving by rogersrabbit

(1/1 I 300 I Teen)

Derek has a tough day at work.

Overslept by mikkimouse

(1/1 I 707 I Teen)

“You okay, kid?” his dad’s voice said.

Stiles wiped a hand over his heavy eyes. “Yeah, fine, why?”

“Because your shift started an hour ago and you didn’t call in.”

Honey I’m Home by clotpolesonly

(1/1 I 830 I General I Sterek)

Derek’s got messy hand prints and swirls and smears all over his torso, with a few things that look like heartfelt attempts at farm animals. He’s also got blue finger paint in his beard. And glitter in his hair. Like, a lot of glitter.

He Seems to Like Me by tabbytabbytabby

(1/1 I 2,547 I General I Sterek)

Stiles has 2 cats, Merlin and Rory. Merlin loves people. Rory is a little more shy and avoids anyone that isn’t Stiles. Which is why it’s so surprising when Rory starts greeting Derek at the door.

Just a Hobby by kaistrex (weishen)

(1/1 I 3,009 I Teen I Sterek)

Five times Deputy Derek shelters his partner from the world of the supernatural and the one time he discovers he’s just been making a fool of himself.

put ‘em together and what have you got? by yodasyoyo

(2/2 I 11,162 I Teen I Sterek)

“Oh, bibbidi bobbidi fuck you.”

Unsurprisingly, Stiles’ fairy godmother is a menace.

W: Wait by brokxnharry

(1/1 I 15,408 I Teen I Sterek)

“ It took me ten years to stop punishing myself, by punishing you. To, forgive, maybe, a portion of all the shit that happened, and understand, that I’ve lost enough. I’ve sacrificed enough. That, I don’t need to give you up too, so that some greater power spares me, or those I love. Even now, ten years later, I’m standing in front of you, and I’m terrified, fucking scared shitless, that something bad will happen, that I’ll end up losing you anyway. But I’m here. And I’m not leaving again. It doesn’t matter, if I have one day left with you, or, one lifetime. I’ll take it. However long it may be, I’m spending it with you.”

“ What if I don’t want you to?”


Derek comes back, ten years later, and everything changed, but he still feels the same. Stiles doesn’t know how to tell him, he’s felt nothing else since.

Gym Rats by i_am_girlfriday

(6/6 I 49,762 I Explicit I Sterek)

Stiles spots Derek at the smoothie shop across the street from the gym early on a crisp April morning, it’s not even 7 AM yet. For some reason, and Stiles will deny it has anything to do with Derek in joggers, he decides that maybe this is the perfect chance to introduce himself.

I Believe in Derek Hale (Part Two)

Pairing: Derek Hale x Alpha!Reader

Word Count: 2800

Warnings: none (for now); SPOILERS FROM 6B

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale (mentioned)

Author’s Note: Here’s the second part! I’m glad the first one liked you; if you also like this, please let me know! Thank you! Flashbacks are in italics


The car trip to Quantico makes me think a lot.
What was life before that night, before Scott became a werewolf? How was Derek Hale’s first life?
It’s the only thing that comes to mind; I almost don’t remember anything about my ‘previous life’.
But when Scott had become a werewolf, and I was still human, I had hope: sooner or later, at least for some of us, things would return to normal. Not for Scott though.
Nothing is more normal for me, my brother once said. At first, I didn’t understand his words; until, one day, I became myself a werewolf.
The day when one of Deucalion Alpha - Ennis - bit me.. the most horrible day of my life. As soon as I knew what was happening to me, I hid myself. I was afraid; fear for myself. Afraid to say to Scott. The first to find me was Stiles, but just because I was so stupid to hide in his bathroom.

“Stiles.. please. Don’t tell Scott.”
Stiles approaches me slowly. He is scared, I feel it. I am also afraid of myself. He kneels so our eyes meet.
“Scott will find it anyway, Y/n.”
“I know. I want to tell him. But.. I can’t calm down, I can’t breathe..”
The tears wet my face, and I close my eyes, feeling the irises change color. I have not yet seen my eyes in the mirror; I don’t have the courage. I try to hold the tears, but I can’t. I try to breathe regularly, but I can’t. I no longer have control over myself.
Stiles gets up and leaves the room for a few minutes, leaving me alone. I hear him talking to someone on the phone - in fact, to argue. After a while, Stiles is back next to me.
“I called someone who can help you. Everything will be fine.”
The first person I think Stiles called, is Lydia. Second, Allison.
About thirty minutes later, someone rings the doorbell Stilinski. Stiles comes down to the first floor of the house to open the door. I hear everything now. I can hear every step, every breath, every beat of his heart.
I cover my ears for nothing to hear, but it’s useless. The steps of Stiles and the other person is getting closer and closer.
“She’s in the bathroom.”
The door opens slowly and I am breathless when I see in front of me the only person I never imagined to see.
Derek Hale.
He approaches and kneels in front of me. I just look at his eyes to calm myself. And they aren’t even red.
“How are you?” he asks me.
I can’t answer; I would say ‘I’m a sucker, thank you.’ but I’m breathless. Why do I feel that way? I feel like.. stunned. Maybe that’s because he’s an Alpha.
Derek sighs, and after getting up, he gives me a hand to help me lift. Me and him go to Stiles’s room, where the latter is waiting. I don’t move away from Derek, indeed, it almost seems that he is my only salvation at this time.
“So, she’s fine?”
“She’s under shock. I’ll take her home. ”
“You can’t!” screams Stiles, a bit too loud, “Scott is at home, and she doesn’t want him to see her like this. She must remain hidden for at least a couple of days.”
“And where do you want me to bring her?”
Derek seems annoyed; I didn’t blame him. It’s been a while since he’s finally in control of his beta; now, Stiles is asking him to look after me. Real hassle.
“I don’t know Derek. But you are the only one who can help her; tomorrow night there is a full moon, and she was transformed a few hours ago. She didn’t even have time to understand what is really happening, that tomorrow will lose control.”
I’ve lost control, I think to myself. Why? Why did Deucalion choose me? Why did he want me to become a werewolf? And he couldn’t choose a better day? Just the day before the full moon. Suddenly, I remember the first full moon of Scott. I froze; Derek felt immediately, and turns to me. He looks at me for a few seconds, and then sighs, once again.
“Okay, I take her to my house.”
Stiles makes a sigh of relief, and he thanked Derek, almost hugging him. He approaches me, and embraces me, telling me to trust Alpha. But a few days ago, Stiles wasn’t to say that we shouldn’t trust Derek?
A few minutes later, I’m sitting in Derek’s car; he drives, and I look like a walking dead. I watch the world out, around us, and it doesn’t look the same anymore. Yet, the plants are always the same, the sky is always the same. I am changing. I look at the moon; tomorrow evening will be full. What will happen to me?
Derek stops the car; we are in a place I’ve never seen. It is not the old house of the Hale in the woods, and it is not the old abandoned station.
“Get out.”
I do exactly what he orders me. We enter the structure in front of us, and after a few ramps of stairs, we enter into a loft.
“Welcome to my home.”
I didn’t know that Derek had a house of his own; probably this doesn’t even know Stiles, or Scott. That’s why he brought me here, no one knows this place. Only him, and me.
“You need to rest. The bed is all yours; I will sleep on the couch.”
Derek closes the door behind us as I walk toward the center of the room.
“Wear this.”
I turn to look into his eyes; he holds a shirt a bit too big for me, but comfortable enough to sleep.
However, I don’t want to undress; I don’t want to wear the shirt, I don’t have the strength to do anything. It’s as if I have drained all the energy I had in my body. Or it is just a psychological problem.
I head to the bed without saying a word. Derek, however, doesn’t seem to be happy with my gesture; he grabs my wrist and turns violently toward him. I feel his gaze penetrating into the skin, but I don’t care. At this time, I just want to close my eyes and reopen them the next day, discovering that in reality all this is just a dream.
Suddenly, Derek’s hands lay on the button of my jeans. My body froze as he begins to undress me. He lowers my pants gently, his hands touch my naked and cold skin.
I feel a strange flicker at the stomach at the same time as Derek takes off my boots and pants. Derek stands up, and our eyes meet; his gaze doesn’t seem to want to get off mine, when he, clutching the hem of my shirt between his fingers, pulls it off.
After he has put his shirt, Derek looks at me, then he moves away, going to sit on the couch. I lie on the bed, where I can see Derek, his gaze fixed on me.
I lie on the back, and I close my eyes, hoping that the next day will be better than this.
…but who am I kidding?

After finally getting to Quantico, I park my car, and I head to the FBI headquarters. Fortunately, I’m a cop; if I had been an ordinary person, I couldn’t even pass the gates.
It takes about ten seconds to find Stiles, which means the time to go over the large glass door of the federal structure. I see him running and hug me, probably happy to see a familiar face. He is my brother’s best friend since he was little, and now I consider Stiles as my second little brother.
“So what do you think about this story?” he asks as we walk through the corridors; there is no time to lose, our first step is the office of the agent who deals with the case of which Derek is suspected.
“I think Derek doesn’t kill people. And he didn’t kill those werewolves.”
I expect some response from Stiles to defend our friend; instead, he only nods. I look at him confused, not understanding his strange attitude. I grab him by the arm, and oblige him to turn to me.
“You don’t think it was him, didn’t you?”
Stiles doesn’t seem to be convinced of his answer, but we don’t have the time to continue the conversation, one of his professors approaching us, telling Stiles that his lesson is about to begin.
“Let’s talk about this later. Agent Walker’s office is just around the corner. Good luck.”
After that, Stiles leaves me alone, to think about the doubts that surely he has on Derek. Does he really think Derek might have committed mass murder? I shake my head to eliminate these absurd thoughts from my head, and I prepare for the conversation I’ll have with an FBI agent.
Just as Stiles had said, I just walk around the corner of the corridor, the first door I find in front of me is Walker’s. I knock a couple of times, before I heard someone in the room to tell me to come; After that, Stiles leaves me alone, to think about the doubts that surely he has on Derek. Does he really think Derek might have committed mass murder? I shake my head to eliminate these absurd thoughts from my head, and I prepare for the conversation I’ll have with an FBI agent. The office is so small that inside there is only a small desk - full of papers - and a chair where a boy is seated. He is fixed on some cards in front of him, but when I close the door - a little too strong to attract attention - he looks up, and his brown eyes meet mine.
“Hi.. you are?”
“Y/n. Deputy of Beacon Hills.”
“What does a deputy do with the FBI?” the agent asks with sarcasm. Five seconds, ten words, and he’s already annoying me.
“I would like to have information on a case that you are working on.”
He smiles, and without saying anything else, he gets up and approaches the door, gently opens it. He wants me to leave.
“I’m sorry, they are private information.”
“I have not even told you what the case is.”
“Here at FBI all the cases we deal with are private.”
He invited me again to leave the room, but I don’t give up. I put a hand on the door, and I slap violently, jumping the boy; he doesn’t seem so authoritarian as he wants to look like. I approach him threateningly, our faces a few centimeters away; I feel his heart, it beats so strong that it almost comes out of his chest. He’s afraid. Good.
“Listen to me, Agent Walker,” I say, looking at the nameplate he proudly put on his desk, “the case I’m talking about is mass murder. And one of your prime suspect is a boy of my town. So, in part, this case is also part of my jurisdiction; instead, you are investigating about him without even asking the Sheriff of Beacon Hills explanations. You want the case to be yours, keep it. I just want to read the files on this survey, look for my information, and then go home.”
He swallows, embarrassed and afraid of the situation; maybe I’m going to convince him.
“Ehm.. I couldn’t give it to you..”
I sigh; he’s a tough guy, but I’m more stubborn than him, and I will not leave this room without the cards I need.
“I see. Then I think I’ll go talk about it with your superior. Then I’ll have to tell my superior too, and I think they will be very angry. And finally, I’ll have to talk to the superior where murder happened… in Brazil, right?”
I open the door again, and I leave, leaving the agent alone, and hoping that he will believe in my words, and give it away.
I smile. Screwed.
I turn around, and the boy has been already behind me, with a couple of dossiers in his hands; he gives them to me, while I know that his hands are shaking. What a candy-ass, I thought the FBI was badass people.
“Twenty-four hours. Then you’ll have to bring them back.”
I nod, and after greeting him –and thanking him, of course- I leave the office, waiting for Stiles to return.

Stiles takes longer than expected with his lessons, so I decide to go to some bar to eat something, and start reading the files concerning Derek.
The first thing I look at is the autopsy of the bodies found in Brazil; as Stiles had said, all of them had claws, and fangs. They were transformed when someone-or something-killed them, and after that he ripped off their eyes. I imagine their pain while being tortured and wounded. I didn’t know any of them, but to see people like me, like Malia, my brother, like this, shape me a strange anger in the chest; as if they were my brothers.
Perhaps this is what Derek meant, the first time he told Scott that they were brothers, because they were werewolves. When Derek did the same talk to me, I started to laugh, perhaps because they were odd words, maybe because I didn’t want him to be just a brother to me. I shake my head driving away these strange memories from the mind. I don’t have all the time in the world, there is no time to remember. I have to find Derek. Perhaps after understanding this story, he could help me with what’s happening at Beacon Hills. Would he help me? And what will Braeden think? Are they two still together? I shouldn’t ask myself these questions; it shouldn’t matter to me. Not anymore.
The bar door opens, and I look up, looking at Stiles coming in and sitting next to my table. He apologizes for late. I immediately remembered the conversation between me and him a few hours earlier, interrupted by his professor.
“So, did you find out something by reading these?”
“Do you think he did it?” I ask Stiles, avoiding to answer his question. He looks up at me, and I already feel his heart beat a little faster. He swallows, and rubs his hands on his knees; he is nervous.
“Y/n.. I don’t know what happened. I think Derek wouldn’t kill wolves for no reason.”
“So if he has a reason he would kill them?”
I feel the anger invade my body, but I try to stay calm; I don’t want to scare Stiles. I don’t want to argue with him, but I want to understand why he has those doubts about Derek, the one who saved him, me and the others many times.
“I didn’t say this. It seems so much that you feel like it’s not him. What if it was him?”
“It wasn’t him, Stiles.”
“But if he did, Y/n?”
I look down, looking at the files in front of me, the photographs the FBI agents did when they found the corpses, the people putting one over each other. It couldn’t have been him; Derek is not like that.
He is not.. a monster.
“There’s only one way to figure out if it was him. Find him.”

During the night, I decide to stay in a motel. Relaxing on the bed, I keep reading the dossiers; Derek is the main suspect because a man confirms that he has seen him at the crime scene. This man claims that he and a group of men had found the corpses, and that after they left, Derek Hale found him.
The file doesn’t say anything else. How is it possible? What happened next?
I sigh, and tired, I close the file, and put it on the bedside table beside the bed. Tomorrow I have to return the file to the agent, and I didn’t figure it out anything to find Derek.
I watch my phone; the desire to call Derek is high. Even though he definitely will not answer, after about five minutes, I pick up the phone, and sitting on my bed, I type his number.  It goes to voicemail.
“Hey Derek, I’m.. you know who I am. I need to talk to you, I need to see you. Strange things are happening in Beacon Hills. And I’m following a survey, and you’re the main suspect. I know it wasn’t you. I.. I think I know. I hope you hear the message.”

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