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tsuraiwrites · 2 years
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Teen Wolf Fic Masterpost (Sept 2022)
The Only One | Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski | blood
24 + sterek if you’re feeling it - anonymous
“You’re the only one I trust to do this.”
Epiphany | Nogitsune/Stiles | not work safe (ao3)
epiphany - (n.) a manifestation of a divine or supernatural being.
By this point, Stiles thought he really should be used to random creepy people showing up in his room.
Narcissus | Nogitsune/Stiles | modern mythos ‘verse, pseudo-incest, not work safe (ao3)
For the prompt: voiles as eerily close twins?
Ten minutes later Narcyz Johnathan Stilinski joins his brother in her arms to breastfeed, a shade pinker than his red-faced twin, but otherwise completely identical. Claudia stares down at them, feeling like the world’s strangest April Fool’s joke is being played out before her. The ultrasounds only ever showed one baby.
Echo  | Nogitsune/Stiles | modern mythos ‘verse, pseudo-incest (ao3)
The plan is to latch onto the Spark and drain it, the parasite they’ve always been. Then they will consume it to reclaim their form and power. This is not what happens.
Blooming | Nogitsune/Stiles Stilinski | modern mythos ‘verse, pseudo-incest, not work safe
Can I ask you for the Voiles twin verse tho with ripping the other away - “no we shouldn’t” - but when they kiss them again they moan and hold them close? - @bxdcubes​
Found | Nogitsune/Stiles | scifi AU (ao3)
He’d long given up questioning why he didn’t age and die like the rest of his friends, even the long-lived born wolves. It could be the after-effects of the possession, or an unexpected result of that magic that thrummed in his veins, even now. Now, when he hadn’t stepped foot on the poisoned and rotting Earth for nearly a hundred years.
A Box Full of Darkness | Nogitsune/Stiles | not work safe, WIP (ao3)
"Someone I loved once gave me/ a box full of darkness./ It took me years to understand/ that this too, was a gift." When the Calaveras don't leave Scott any easy breadcrumbs to follow, Stiles is caught between the possibility of Derek tortured and dying, or a choice that stands the chance of destroying Stiles' life so soon after he got it back.
Hang on and Hope It’s Enough | Nogitsune/Stiles | canon-typical violence (ao3) 
for the prompt: "I love you, please don't go." Oh, how precious – Stiles thinks they’ll take this chance to flee.
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deklo · 4 months
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i drew some stiles :3c and honestly i’ll probably draw more >:3c
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odiniswithus · 4 months
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;a smirk from the devil;
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Nogitsune: Okay, how many of the pack bitches do I have to fight?!
Stiles: I'm the only one that matters. See, you messed with my son, and now I am going to FUCK YOU!
Derek:...
Scott:...
Peter:...
Allison:...
Jackson:...
Lydia:...
Chris:...
Noah:...
Liam:..
Harris: Well, this just got interesting.
Eli: It's "fuck you up," Dad.
Stiles: Wait, what did I say?
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teencopandthesourwolf · 2 months
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“Please.”
Stiles stands there, chewing on his pretty crimson lips, pleading.
Derek isn't fully clued in yet, but honestly, the kid is kind of vaguely breaking his heart.
“Please, Derek, I'm really sorry about this, but please just—just don't say anything, okay? And just—let me?”
Stiles had texted Derek earlier, at 3.17am, presumably just before he’d set off from his house to drive his jeep to the loft.
Derek had been lying awake in bed, unable to sleep.
His messages had read:
> dude, i rlly need to come over. that ok?
And:
> ill let myself in if thats cool?
And after a few moments, in quick succession one after the other and before Derek had a chance to respond:
> and i rlly need u to just like. not get out of bed. presuming yr already in bed
> all shall be revealed
> lol i don't know why i put that
> and obvs tell me if any of this is not ok. ok?
> as if you wouldn't lol
> #sourwolf
> and yeah i know im being a weirdo but thats why you like me
And then, a few seconds later:
> right?
Derek had stared at the flurry of messages for a minute or so, then texted back:
Okay, weirdo <
About ten minutes later, Stiles had let himself into the building. Derek listened to the kid muttering away to himself as he rode the old service elevator—except it wasn't really himself he was talking to.
“God, I hope I'm not wrong about this. Like, I think we're close enough now for it not to be weird. I mean, at least I hope we are. I'm just so fucking tired, man, and have got to get me some sleep. Anyways, just—don't get up, okay? Or, like, can you get into bed if you're not already in bed? Sorry, I know I texted you this already, I just really need you to trust me. You do know you can trust me… Right, big guy?”
Derek's trust of Stiles was implicit.
When the steel door had unlocked and slid open, Derek smelled fresh, mostly unscented shower gel over the base notes of Stiles's own cinnamon scent, mixed with the very definite chemo-signals that indicated fear, restlessness, apprehension—and also, the strongest of them all; hope.
Let me.
Here, now, Derek still doesn't know what the kid needs.
Let him what?
Derek doesn't have any more time to wonder, though, because Stiles is taking off his sneakers and pants and is slowly, very slowly—as if giving Derek the chance to protest—climbing into bed next to him.
Stiles is now in Derek's loft in the small hours, in Derek's bed, fully under Derek's covers, with Derek wearing only his grey tank and black boxer-briefs and a probably terrified look on his face.
He silently thanks the universe for the cover of night.
“Like, you should obviously say something if this is completely heinous or whatever, but otherwise just—let me do this?”
And all Derek can think is shit, he's freezing, at the same time he is going into a some sort of dumbstruck shock because Stiles is now wrapping his entire sinewy, beautiful body around the entirety of Derek's.
“This okay?” Stiles asks, the air around them spiking with the smell of his anxiety as he Big-Spoons Derek like some human-shaped octopus, skinny but strong limbs astonishingly everywhere.
And he sounds so unsure, and so small, and Derek can't bear it.
Not giving the stoic part of his brain any opportunity to talk him out of doing this, Derek takes ahold of Stiles's wrist from where the kid had draped one of his long arms around Derek's midriff, and hangs on as firmly but gently as he can, manoeuvring them both around in the bed so that Stiles is now the Little Spoon.
“This okay?” he asks gingerly, mirroring Stiles because his own words are failing him.
Stiles says, “Yeah. Even better,” and his anxiety is melting away into something much more pleasing; something like relief.
Derek breathes out the word, “Good,” and feels a little dizzy and a lot amazed, and kind of like his heart is beating wildly in his throat.
The only reason he knows it isn't, is because Stiles says, “I can feel your heart thumping away in your chest, man. But, uh, I don't have wolfy senses, so… I can't tell if it's good thumping or bad thumping.”
Then he promptly stops breathing.
Derek resists the desperate, learnt urge to run away from this. He mentally shakes himself and figures: After so many years fighting monsters together, maybe he and Stiles can fight this one together, too?
He gives himself a moment to ride out the panic, then screws his eyes shut and, praying to nobody in particular, whispers, “Good thumping,” into the shell of Stiles's ear.
Stiles shivers and breathes again, but doesn't say anything else. For once, he doesn't need to. He just needs to sleep.
As the kid settles into Derek's bed and Derek's embrace and, hopefully, Derek's life, he smells like a mix of serene and content and promise—and also, wonderfully, of Derek, now.
Derek is a strange combination of relaxed and freaking-the-fuck-out because that's just the way he's made. His brain won't stop whirring at a speed of a million miles an hour, worrying about everything and nothing, all at once, and before he can bite into his lip to stop himself, he blurts out, “Cora says I sometimes dream-talk about Cajun Gumbo recipes.”
Stiles's only sighs, then hums quietly, his breathing already evening out almost to the point of sleep.
Just when Derek thinks he's not going to get any sort of real answer, Stiles mumbles, “Okay, weirdo,” on an exhale, and then he's drifting off into unconsciousness.
Derek settles then, and smiles into the nighttime thinking that maybe, finally, he might get a good night's sleep, too.
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for @shealynn88, the bestest of friends. i love you and miss you always... <3 (unedited btw—forgive me!)
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xgoddessoffandomsx · 9 months
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Void-Stiles
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Derek:
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silentmacabre · 3 months
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fifty shades of stiles’ emoting
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milkcryptid · 1 year
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trickster & mischief
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tcmmykinard · 1 year
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Come on now, you can’t crumble that easily.
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batwynn · 7 months
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He’s totally normal, I swear.
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If not Sterek reasons...Why did the Nogitsune choose Derek's loft for this scene?
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odiniswithus · 4 months
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maxanor · 2 years
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I eat what you feel, and I’m insatiable. TEEN WOLF APPRECIATION WEEK | antagonist
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rapidhighway · 11 months
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im drawing all of this from memory so dont expect accuracy dfsfgdg FOX MOMENT
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uglynavel · 1 month
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There's no way I saw a tik tok of someone saying the Nogitsune was "protecting" Stiles and hurting the people who hurt him.
And all the comments were agreeing. Did Stiles fans actually watch the show?? Cause how is physiologically torturing him and trying to kill his best friend and the girl he really liked protecting him??
Stiles stans please take a media literacy class I beg of you
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silentmacabre · 4 months
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what wouldn’t he do for you?
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