12 Days of Sterek
The following collection are for works created as part of the 12 Days of Sterek calendar on Tumblr, which posts Sterek/Hobrien works in the 12 days leading up to Christmas. For more information on the collection and to see other works go to the tumblr here.
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Stiles is dancing.
He's nearly knee-deep in the freeze of it all, a paper bag of roasted peanuts and jellybeans swaying precariously in his hand, lines from the play and laughter spilling from his sugar-salted lips, dancing.
Derek's lungs, twinkling from the sharp, crisp air, forget altogether how breathing's supposed to get done. His heart seems to decide to pick up the slack, and the butterflies in his belly are honestly so juvenile he's a little surprised at himself.
Stiles twirls with the wind and the snowflakes and the height of his damnable ridiculousness, sunshine eyes bursting supernovas when he smiles, all that bright in him just pouring recklessly out. Like it's infinite, endless, like he doesn't have to worry about reaching the bottom and coming up empty. And the fresh snow soaks up all that lovely, reflects it back until even the stars can only stare on in jealousy.
Derek wants to tell him he's being an idiot, wants to tell him he's going to catch a fucking cold, wants to wrap his loose scarf more warmly around his bare, cinnamon-speckled sweet-cream throat.
But he's still trying to remember how to breathe.
[Or: That one with a whole fucking lot of xmas fluff, honestly]
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Stiles has been waiting to find his soulmate since he was a kid. If only his soulmate felt the same way…
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- Part 12 of AU: FIRST MEETINGS
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Derek and Braeden break up and he moves home at Christmas. When he walks into the house, he finds a stranger in the kitchen.
Written for 12 Days of Sterek.
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“My people are dying,” Stiles says, hands clenched into fists at his sides. “The harvest yields no food. The hunters return to the village with no game. It’s been the same for the past three winters. We won’t survive another.”
A rumble of a sound escapes Derek's chest, like the rolling of thunder. “You wish to save your family.”
“No. I wish to save everyone.”
Derek moves towards him, feet making no sound, leaving no impressions in the dirt. “What do you offer in return for such a gift?”
Never make a deal with the gods, my little Mischief, his mother’s voice whispers in his ear. Not unless you intend to pay their price.
Unflinching, Stiles says, “Myself.”
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- Part 1 of Solstice
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Worn thin at the end of weeks of wrestling with both high fae and low, Stiles and Derek settle into their own home again with exhausted relief, each trying to care for the other over themselves.