20 Works by Novkat21
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When Derek finds out they're expecting their first pup.
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Stiles comes back from a short trip to find Derek exhausted and needing his mate.
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When Derek's secret slipped out, he didn't know Stiles would remember.
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Stiles isn't sure what he was expecting as he walks onto the old Hale property, but this is definitely not it. Several bodies are strewn about the yard, clothes shredded and torn. Even with the cloud covering, threatening to downpour any second, all the blood covering the ground is easily visible against the dusting of snow from the night before. Anyone else would've lost their lunch at the sight, but after helping his dad with one too many violent cases, Stiles has become immune to it.
Though the carnage before him isn't what catches his attention. No, it's the man hunched over a few yards from the front porch, snarling as he slams another man into the ground. His skin, painted in blood, is warped and scarred, almost making him unrecognizable. But it's the bright red eyes that snap up as Stiles takes another step closer that give him away.
"Derek."
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"Can you believe we're going to see our pup soon?" Derek asks as he stands, pressing a kiss to the back of Stiles’s neck
Stiles smiles back and ensures the ornament is secure on the branch he chose before turning to face Derek. "No. It still feels so surreal."
"And it was only an accident." Derek settles his hands on Stiles's hips.
"A happy accident." Something almost worthy of a Hallmark movie.
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The lights are low, and a few lit candles are scattered across the room. The tub is full of bubbles, and the sweet aroma of coconut wafts through the air.
“Oh wow,” Stiles breathes out. “Der, you didn’t have to do this.”
Derek turns Stiles to face him and signs, ‘I wanted to. You had a bad day and I wanted to make it better. And I like taking care of you.’
Stiles smiles and signs back, ‘I know. I love it. I love you.’
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'So, could I get you something?' Stiles signs as he speaks, his movements stiff and self-conscious. It's obvious he hasn't done this in a while. 'Did you wanna make out?'
Derek's brows shoot up in surprise, heat rising in his cheeks. That couldn't have been right. 'I'm sorry. I think I misunderstood. Could you repeat that?'
Stiles tries again, and this time there's no mistaking it as he crosses his wrists and bobs his hands up and down as if they were two people making out. But it's a good thing that Derek can read lips because he's clearly saying, "Would you like a coffee?"
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Stiles works long hours and comes home for snuggles.
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Stiles is a huge fan of the famous singer, Lydia Martin. So much so that her bodyguard, Derek Hale, hangs out with him more often than not during and after her shows. Derek decides to surprise Stiles with a short meet up with his client, but it doesn't go quite as planned.
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Derek gets the lovely task of taking care of a very drunk Stiles late one night. Who also happens to be locked out of his own home.
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Derek still doesn't have his full shifting down yet. Stiles comes to the rescue.
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"What happened?" It takes a second, but Stiles is finally able to tear his eyes away from the disaster. "I was gone for three days!" Derek seems to shrink in on himself. "Were we robbed?"
"No," the other man says quickly. "No, we weren't robbed."
Stiles's eyes widen. "Did something attack while I was gone?"
Derek shakes his head. "No, nothing attacked."
"Derek, what happened?!"
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John and Stiles make a living room sized blanket fort.
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Stiles wants to blindfold Derek and won't tell him why. It's nothing kinky because they both still have their clothes on. He doesn't smell any flowers in the house so no bedroom surprises are happening. They're home alone - no other heartbeats.
Derek is stumped.
Perfect.
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“We all know you have a thing for Derek,” Jackson says before he takes a sip of his soda. “It’s kind of obvious."
Stiles feels the blood drain from his face even as the words spill out of his mouth, “Yeah, I know. I’m not very subtle in that regard.”
The pack all stares at him for a moment in shocked silence.
“You what?” Lydia asks as Jackson busts out laughing.
“I have a crush on Derek and I’m not subtle about it. At all.” Derek looks at him with bewilderment and concern. Too late to turn back, Stiles tosses his hands in the air, a blush quickly rising up his cheeks. “I don’t know why you’re all surprised! I’m sure you could smell the arousal and shit.”
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Derek glanced away from those dark, empty eyes, brow pulled down into a frown. The creature shifted on his lap, moving closer and nuzzling their cheeks together. His body wanted to melt into the touch, to just let it take control of him, to lose himself to the darkness.
But he couldn't. It would be wrong. He refused to hurt himself and his mate that way.
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- Part 30 of Drabbles
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"It was that scene, Der," Stiles whined, closing his eyes as Derek slowly rubbed his bulge. "Car sex looks so much easier in the movies."
Derek raised a brow. "You've had car sex?"
"Well, no, but, seriously? Like the angle of the seats and then the seatbelts? And there's not a whole lot of room to maneuver. And the width of the car really sucks. Like, how do people even fit?"
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“Mr. S?” Stiles turned to see Anya standing in the classroom doorway, looking at him anxiously.
"Hey Anya, what are you still doing here? You're going to miss the bus.”
“I just wanted to ask if you could bring some of that soup you made me once? Dad's sick and I don't know how to cook. But I remember him saying your soup was super good.”
Concern raced through him, but he put his best smile on for her. “I'll see what I can do, sweetie. Now hurry up! I don't want you to miss your ride!”
Anya smiled. “Thanks Mr. S!” Stiles shook his head as she disappeared in the hall.
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*Originally titled Karaoke Night*
Prompt: The gist of it is, one of them stumbling [upon] the other signing a song or play or speech and being really into it and the other being captivated by it.
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"Don't be such a stick in the mud," the curly blonde female, Erica, sitting close to Boyd quipped. "You did great and this guy is giving you a compliment. Just say thank you! Geez."
Stiles noted that she signed while talking as well, but it was slower and she paused a few times.
A loud sigh had him snapping back to Derek who moved his right hand upward, touching the tips of his fingers against his chin and moving his hand outward, palm up.
"He says thank you," Laura told him with a smile.
"Oh, uh. How do you say you're welcome?"
Laura gave him a wide smile. "Like this." She put her arm out about six inches from her chest, palm facing her, then moved it down vertically, at an angle, toward her lower abdomen.
Stiles mimicked her, albeit awkwardly, but beamed when Derek's lips twitched and he gave another stiff nod.