Derek innocently meant he’d give Stiles his heart in its place, because yeah, he’s totally gone on him, too. Stiles was found guilty of raging hormones and inability to let his boyfriend finish his sentences.
His punishment? Watching Derek strut around in his brand new Deputy uniform, the shiny pair of handcuffs mocking him for several weeks before both finally caved and utilized them for purposes that were indeed deviant.
Stiles later found Derek guilty of knowing exactly what he was saying, the innuendo-loving asshole of his heart.
Sterek AU: When planning what to do for their one year anniversary, Stiles and Derek bicker over the perfect way to celebrate, which spirals into comparing their most romantic gestures to date. Unfortunately Isaac was caught in the crosshairs of their verbal foreplay.
Stiles found the perfect gift to commemorate the 1 year anniversary of their Mating ceremony. Who knew a tattoo of Derek’s cherished triskelion in the midst of his claiming bite would drive the born wolf frantic in all the right ways?
Stiles could have only hoped.
It was the rarest of occasions,True Alpha mates torn apart for hundreds of years, cursed to tread the earth forever in search of a part of themselves long lost; restless, without an anchor. Until one day, fate found a way. A sliver of light upon a hidden path, a way back to each other, a way back home.
A little glimpse into a fic I’ve had in the works for the past 7 months.
Stiles aggressively refutes the idea of a supreme soulmate. There’s no possible way that there’s only one person destined to be your partner in life, to fill in the gaps completely.
He toys with the idea that there may be multiple people of varying aptitudes that sew up bits and pieces of you, but to believe there’s “THE ONE” out there to make your soul tap dance to the song of your heart and make you feel like the world is finally conquerable? Nope.
Then he meets Derek Hale. Gruff, scruff, and a whole lot of huff and puff.
It just solidifies Stiles’ thoughts against it because there’s no way that man, beautiful, insufferable asshole that he is, is alone because he is just so broken. If there’s anyone in need of soulmate superglue in any form, it’s him.
He mentally battles the universe, existential crises sneak up on him on idle days, sleepless nights fly by as he struggles with his thoughts.
Stiles finds himself challenging Derek every step of the way, be it battle plans or what to watch on pack movie nights; Stiles is the push to Derek’s pull.
Stiles is observant, but dense in the same breath; he notes the patterns of their tentative friendship, but chalks it up to friendly bantering and a release of pent up tension from those who trespass through Beacon Hills. They’re masters of button pushing by now.
He could say with confidence that Derek might be a transient soulmate, at best, though his nights are now filled with the ‘what ifs’ of permanence, which are sidelined as quick as they come.
Six years down the line, Stiles reflects upon his experiences: loves attained and lost, friends come and gone; Derek the only constant.
Lounging on the couch, feet propped up on Derek’s lap as he finishes typing up police reports he took home.
“Do you believe in soulmates?”
Derek places his bookmark, lays it on the coffee table, mindlessly rubbing circles on Stiles’ ankles as he mulls the thought over.
“No,” he firmly states as he turns his gaze to Stiles.
“But I believe in a soulmate,” He smirks as he leans over and softly kisses Stiles’ forehead, cheekbones, nose and finally sealing the affirmation on his lips.
Stiles chuckles, feet kicking Derek’s thigh, “You’re such a sap.”
“Mmm,” Derek murmurs, “You wouldn’t have me any other way.”
“Lies. I’d have you in every way.”
Stiles waggles his eyebrows, smirking as he grabs the back of Derek’s neck and pulls him in for a fevered kiss. Saying all he can’t say, could never put into thoughts or words, with the press of their lips. A kiss that says, ‘You are my one and only.’