tw au: the alive!Hales au where Derek and Stiles are the same age, the Hales are all deeply invested in Derek’s love life and Derek Hale definitely does not have a crush on Stiles Stilinski, thank you very much.
[All of this happened because I wanted to write something about Stiles not being able to sleep without his pillow. Spoiler alert: his pillow is Derek.]
Derek tries not to look too hurt when Stiles says he’s going back to Washington, but when the Sheriff claps his back and Scott offers him a friendly hug, he knows he failed. But after everything, after the other night - it just doesn’t feel fair.
“It was a nice road trip, wasn’t it?” Stiles had said after they’ve won, after everything was done, their friends were alive and fine and Derek finally got his loft back. “I mean, we had some fun, right?”
Derek smiled without looking away from the flowers the Sheriff got him as a housewarming gift. “Yeah.” He answered, finally turning around. “It was nice to spend time with you.” It was more than nice and he cursed himself for not being able to say it, still, after everything, after the nights spent driving and talking and fucking in deserted roads.
“Yeah.” Stiles agreed easily. He was the one who started it after all, always showing up to save Derek - despite Derek saving him back plenty of times - always being there, trusting him, smiling and laughing like Derek makes him happy. “What will you do now that you’re a free man again?”
Derek shrugged. “I always wanted to start a farm, maybe raise some sheep?” When Stiles blinked at him, surprised, Derek let out a snort.
“Fuck you, I almost believed it!” Stiles said, punching his shoulder.
“You’re ridiculous.” Derek shook his head, still smiling.
“You’re ridiculous.” Stiles stressed, his hand still on Derek’s shoulder, touching, teasing. “I’m -“ Derek didn’t let him finish then, turning around and just pressing their lips together.
He didn’t want to listen then - and in hindsight maybe he should’ve - but without the haste, the guilt of having a nice time whilst their friends could be dying, Derek couldn’t wait, he just wanted to worship Stiles’ body, just wanted to kiss all the places he couldn’t reach before when they were squeezed in the backseat of Stiles’ car.
And so he did, he made Stiles moan his name the entire night and he moaned Stiles’ own just as louder. Just to have his heart crushed the morning after.
“I’m gonna miss you.” Stiles says, his Jeep packed and ready to go. To leave everything behind.
It’s unfair, Derek knows. Stiles didn’t make promises and neither did he, but he can’t help how he feels. He understands Stiles doesn’t want to be in Beacon Hills anymore and that’s his choice, but Derek made his own and he’s tired of running away.
He’s never felt closer to his family than when he’s here, he’s already lost enough and he doesn’t want to lose his home. But somehow, as Stiles drives away, he feels like he just did.
I miss you, Derek thinks every day, staring at the black screen of his phone and wondering if he should actually write those words and send them to Stiles. He decides against it and despite the fact he was joking before, on the third day after Stiles left, Derek buys a farm.
He tells Lydia first during lunch at her favorite restaurant - she was adamant they had to become best friends and Derek enjoys her company so he lets it happen easily - and she tells him he’s not allowed to wear plaid around her. Then he tells Scott and two days later, he shows up at Derek’s front door with all kinds of seeds - “We need pumpkins for Halloween, Derek. Make it happen!”.
It’s something to do with his hands, something to work on. Create life, instead of ending them, build things, instead of destroying. He feels good, better and healing. Cora says he’s calmer now and Derek smiles, despite knowing she won’t be able to see him, and tells her he is.
Some days Stiles texts him, others he doesn’t. Derek reads the ones he has every night before going to bed, but he never answers them.
Stiles quits the FBI program upon seeing Derek in the FBI watchlist files and decides to find him and help him hide. It takes a couple months, but when Stiles finally sees Derek boarding a bus, he feels a sort of peace fall on him and he realizes that what he did was the best decision. This is where he should be, this is his calling. To be with Derek and to live in the supernatural world.
He and Derek spend a long night talking and arguing in a hotel room and in the early hours of the morning, they finally settle on hiding from the cops together. Stiles wouldn’t have had it any other way, he had to fight long and hard on his way to Derek and he wasn’t going to back down easily. Derek knows Stiles had realized his feelings and he knows that Stiles will never leave or let Derek leave; not when Stiles proved that he can fight for himself and fight for Derek if need be.
Sterek | Office worker AU | ~1500 words | AO3 | Inspired by this post.
Scott smacked him on the shoulder.
“Stop staring. You’re going to end up getting our entire department stuck in a
sexual harassment seminar.”
Stiles sighed. “No man that
handsome should be that grumpy.”
“You’d be grumpy, too, if you had
to be Peter Hale’s assistant. Do your work, Stiles.”
“I’m going to make it my job to see
“Do your actual work.”
“Sure, sure,” Stiles said, finally
emailing off the spreadsheet he’d finished two hours before. Having an office
job, he had found, was really just a giant exercise in figuring out how to
waste time so his boss would believe he’d actually put “enough” effort into it.
He couldn’t help it if he was efficient.
Now he could spend the rest of the
afternoon figuring out how to make Derek Hale smile.
“I got it, I’ll do Pavlovian
coffee!” Stiles said at the bar after work.
Scott gave him an unimpressed
stare. “Didn’t that just result in the barista hating you last time? I’m pretty
sure they started spitting in your drinks.”
Stiles waved a dismissive hand.
“That’s just because Lydia Martin had a stupidly complicated order in high
school. The theory is still sound. I’ll just bring him coffee until he
associates me with delicious caffeine, and then I’ll get to see him smile.”
“At which point your life will be
“Yes,” Stiles said decisively,
picking up his beer again with a blissful smile.
Scott shook his head. “You’re so
weird. You need a hobby.” But then Allison from the third floor arrived and he
got thoroughly distracted, leaving Stiles to contemplate his perfect plan in
Watching Derek dote on someone is hard – harder than Stiles
thought it would ever be, despite the fact he knows it’s insincere; despite the
fact it’s the job and nothing more.
It’s hard because
Stiles hasn’t had those arms around him in months, hasn’t had opportunity to
arrange a chance meeting on a crowded street in weeks, hasn’t had Derek’s eyes
meet his and watched his mouth curl into a smile for him.
Derek’s team have
been fairly indulgent, letting Stiles tag along on the assignment to observe
and allowing him to blend with various crowds just to be close to Derek. Early
on, before Derek insinuated himself into their mark’s life, they even allowed
them to talk on the phone, but that might as well have been in another
hates his job, hates Derek’s job, hates the fact they’d never have met if it
wasn’t for their jobs because then he can’t hate it as much.
Stiles is across the
restaurant and he can’t tear his eyes away from the back of Derek’s head for
more than a few seconds at a time, usually at the prompting of the agent he’s
sitting across from.
Stiles Stilinski always noticed he had an animal magnetism to him ever since he was a child. He’d discovered that he could soothe animals with his touch and the sound of his voice and it came in handy. One day, when an injured werewolf is brought to the clinic his mother runs, Stiles is eager to help the werewolf in any way that he can. When he does, he ends up getting more than he bargained for, but he still does everything he can to help.