13 Works by amatorial
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Stiles usually spent the holidays by himself, and this Christmas Eve seemed like it would pass like any other. But then a strange, insistent pull stirred in his chest, and before he could stop himself, he was drawn directly to a bleeding stranger and into a world he was never meant to see.
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After dropping out of his FBI internship, Stiles returned to Beacon Hills, struggling to outgrow the version of himself high school forced him to become.
He wasn't sure what he was doing with his life, but he kept busy among the shelves at The Reading Nook, letting the quiet and routine distract him from the memories.
And then Derek Hale walked in.
Derek being in his life again stirred a hunger inside Stiles, a wanting that consumed him whole. It left him breathless, filled with a love so fierce it clawed at his chest and threatened to tear him apart inside.
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Stiles woke up tied to a chair, which, honestly, wasn’t even the weirdest thing that had happened on a Tuesday. At least he thought it was Tuesday.
Or the one where Stiles got kidnapped because he’s supposedly a werewolf’s mate, and he refused to go down without a fight.
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All Derek wanted was a quiet night. Instead, there are trolls in town, Scott’s idea of a solution is laughable, and Stiles… well, Stiles is wearing a crop top, and Derek can’t look away.
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Stiles is running on too much caffeine and too little sleep when someone walks into his café he never expected to see.
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Stiles never knows when to stop talking. Derek shuts him up… if only for a few minutes.
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Derek didn’t plan on telling Stiles he’d be his date to his cousin’s wedding. After everything he’d lost, hope felt like a dangerous lie.
From awkward breakfasts to clumsy dance lessons, Stiles keeps closing the distance, slowly breaking down Derek’s carefully guarded defenses.
Pretending to be a couple doesn’t just blur the line between fake and real. It makes Derek confront the part of himself that stopped believing he could ever have something good, especially someone like Stiles.
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“Look, Sourwolf! Four bags of Watermelon Sour Patch Kids for fifty bucks. What a freaking steal!”
Derek hadn’t meant to fund Stiles’ candy addiction, but somehow he’s hooked and it’s definitely not on the sweets.
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Stiles thought having ‘Fuck you!’ as a soulmark was bad enough.
Then he saw what he’d made his soulmate walk around with, and yep, it was way worse.
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Thanks to my friend Sweetbonez for the tumblr prompt! Honestly, it was such a good idea I got way too into writing it (:
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Derek was smiling—excited, rare, and real in a way Stiles hadn’t seen in years. That was all it took. He followed him into the woods, chasing that warmth like it might slip away.
But something else came back with him. Now there was something in the dark. It watched. It waited. And it felt too close, too familiar.
Stiles was starting to forget where the nightmare ended and love began.
Because when what was hunting you felt like the person you’d do anything for… how can you stop yourself from giving in?
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Derek gives me his leather jacket and
And what?
Derek’s face practically touches the screen, heart thudding wildly, fingers twitching, knowing he’s making a mistake. He glances at Stiles, still asleep, barely breathing through parted lips, unaware. Curiosity claws at him, louder than reason.
His hands move before his thoughts catch up. He taps the up arrow once, then again, harder, faster, practically jamming the key in a frantic flurry. Maybe if he goes fast enough, the guilt won't catch him first. His eyes scan the flickering blur of words that scroll upward in jumps and stutters, until the screen settles.
Stiles' Secret Private Kink List (DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE NOT STILES)
What starts as a reckless glance spirals into an obsession Derek can’t escape. Every desire pulls him deeper into a world he’s terrified of—and desperate for.
He’s caught between control and surrender. Between protecting Stiles’ trust and unleashing the hunger that’s lived beneath his skin for years.
If Derek thought his cravings were intense before, he was wrong. Now, the need is all-consuming and staying away is impossible. His control is slipping and there’s no turning back.
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Scott makes a horrifying discovery. Derek isn’t just brooding. He’s sex-starved. And apparently the only person who can fix it is Stiles. Naturally, Scott shoves him straight into the line of fire before the pack gets torn apart by one very frustrated werewolf.
—Derek’s eyes narrowed. He turned toward Scott with a glare that could melt asphalt. Explain yourself or be eaten—that was his type of vibe.
Scott held up his hands, defensive. “Okay, okay! Chill. The pack’s just… concerned.”
“Concerned,” Derek repeated, voice flat and deeply unimpressed.
Scott winced, his smile cracking. “Yeah. Uh. You kinda made Isaac cry yesterday. Over sparring techniques. And Lydia said she’s not coming back until you get laid.”
Derek froze. His entire body went stiff like someone had poured cement down his spine.
“We’re just wondering,” Scott said, painfully casual, “when the last time was that you had some fun. And if, like… you needed help finding someone?”
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He always thought he was the only one watching. The only one holding on to every little thing. But maybe Derek had been paying attention too. Maybe he’d seen more than he ever let on.
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He woke up this morning with too much on his mind, thoughts racing nonstop. It felt like he was running a marathon in his head until the afternoon, when a knock sounded at his door. He sighed, rolled out of bed, and padded over to the door, surprised to find Derek standing there with a cake in his hands.
“Um,” the werewolf said, eyes fixed on the ceiling, burning holes into it, while he lifted the ice cream cake toward him. “I know you like the chocolate fudge in the middle of the cake, so I got this for you,” he explained, his eye twitching as Stiles stepped forward.
“How do you know that?” Stiles asked suspiciously, taking the cake from Derek’s hands and blowing out the single candle in the middle.