Sterek Secret Santa for ollliecat. Sterek AU where Derek has been sharing a connection with the Nemeton since he “sacrificed” Paige and accidentally retorted its power, and Stiles finds him in one of his nightmares.

The phone wakes Stiles up. 

“What were you doing there?” Derek asks the moment Stiles answers.

“Dude! What wereyoudoing there?” Stiles snaps back. “Since when have you been there anyway?”

"It’s a long story, what did you do to get involved with the Nemeton?”

“It was Paige, wasn’t it?” Stiles asks, suddenly realizing.

“What did you just say?” Derek’ voice sounds cold like steel.

“Peter told me,” Stiles breathes out. “You’ve been dreaming with that thing since… then? How did you- I mean, I’m positively losing it and it’s only been like,weeks.

"Weeks,” Derek deadpans. “Whatdidyou do?”

"We did it to find our parents,” Stiles explains. “Scott, Allison and I.”

“I’m going to kill Deaton.”

“Won’t change a thing.” Stiles snorts.

“You have no idea what you got yourself into.”

“No, but I’m starting to. And Scott-”

“Scott what?” Derek sounds suddenly very sharp.

“He’s dealing with thison topof being a newbie Alpha. And I’m not in my game to help him.”


"I miss you.” Stiles decides to be bold. It may be the lack of sleep, or how fried his nerves are because of the constant state of fear. But he decides to say exactly what he’s thinking. “When are you coming back?”

There’s a long pause, so long Stiles worries Derek hung up. Until he hears, “soon.”

Merry Christmas, ollliecat!


And this world is a time bomb ticking, and I think I can stop it if you help me

Happy Christmas, sinyhale! May all of your Christmas wishes come true, and your new year be filled with all of things you dream of (and lots of sterek, of course)!  (๑•́ ω •̀๑) This is part i, I hope you like it! Merry Christmas, sinyhale!
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Written in foam

“Stiles, Stiles, Stilinski!”

Stiles Stilinski jerks hard as his name is yelled in his ear, in his momentary panic his elbow that had been resting on the counter of the coffee shop he works at connects with a sleeve of disposable cups causing them to drop to the floor with a dull thud.

“Smooth as always Stiles, really suave,” Erica Reyes coworker, friend and evil blonde bombshell drawls out, the ever present smirk firm on her lips. “Don’t you get enough staring at Professor Hot-Ass in your Lit class?”

“I wasn’t staring,” Stiles hisses hastily, casting a frantic look over to one of the corner tables. “And lower your voice before he hears you.”

“Hey, It’s not like I blame you,” Erica grins ever wider, looking over too with a hungry gleam in her eye.

There in the corner like every afternoon Professor Hale sat clicking away on his computer, a stack of paper next to him and a red pen. More than likely Stiles’ latest paper was in there.

“He is hot like fire, with the sweaters and tight jeans, you so need to tap that already.”

Stiles feels his face heat up even as he lets out a reluctant chuckle at Erica’s salivating tone. “He also sometimes wears hipster glasses.”

“Ohhh,” Erica mocks. “Tap that Stiles, tap it hard.”

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Merry Christmas, thepsychicclam!

When Roman politician Stiles inherits a stable of gladiators, there is one who captures his attention above the others…one whose eyes gleam with hate, pride and desire.

Forced into slavery by Roman greed, Derek can barely conceal his contempt toward his new Dominus. Derek has a plan: kill Stiles and end the lineage of the Roman family that enslaved him. For his plan to succeed, he must make a show of respect and obedience—even when called on to service his master’s desires.

Derek is shocked to learn that in the confines of his quarters, Stiles doesn’t want to dominate his slave, but to be taken by him. The sex is explosive as they break society’s taboos and, to Derek’s dismay, they form a tenuous relationship. Even when Stiles learns of Derek’s plans for revenge, he knows he can’t live without his perfect lover. Is he willing to risk it all to tame his gladiator’s heart?

Merry Christmas, Qhuinn!

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A Missed Opportunity Is Found

(Rated T)

Derek was more than halfway done with shelving the new shipment of Young Adult fantasy novels by the time Stiles finally breezed through the door, signaling his late arrival with the dull jingling of the bell. He wasn’t even in his work clothes yet, and Derek noted with disdain the streaks of mud that covered Stiles from head to toe.

“You’re more than an hour late,” Derek stated, more of a fact than an admonishment. Stiles was not only the boss’ kid, he was a snarky, arrogant teenage boy with an abundance of confidence, and Derek could rarely muster the nerve to stand up to him, regardless of his position as manager.

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Merry Christmas, somethingaboutwerewolves!

The same poster that was all over town, announcing the Sheriff’s Department fundraising bachelor auction.

“It’s for a good cause. With the budget cuts, the Department needs the extra income to keep Beacon Hills safe,” his dad pointed out, sounding obnoxiously calm and reasonable for someone who was putting his own kid on the auction block. He headed for the coffee maker, and Stiles followed him doggedly.

“And why, if I have to face the horror of going on some date a crazy person paid for, do you conveniently get away with not participating? Last time I checked, you’re a bachelor too, dad,” Stiles grumbled, grabbing a bear claw from the stereotypical box of donuts on display, and slapping away his dad’s hand when he went for a sticky-looking eclair with an extra thick layer of chocolate glaze.

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