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"We both really need a good fuck." Stiles finished his glass of water and looked up to see both of Derek's eyebrows shoot up. "What? It's true! We-" Wait, oh. "Oh! No, I meant- I mean you are not into dudes, otherwise I would most definitely propose that."
"And you are?" Derek seemed honestly surprised. How could he not know? Stiles had been lusting after him since the second he laid his horny teen eyes on that perfectly sculptured body, a face carved by angels, a jaw sharp enough to cut marble.
"In theory? Yeah, I like boys, just…" He threw his hands up, fingers splayed, trying to convey his tangled thoughts into coherent words. "I've never been with one." He was always the wingman or designated driver when he went out with his college friends, too paranoid to get drunk without his pack around.
"Mhm." Derek’s eyes narrowed slightly, a familiar crease forming between his brows as he looked deep in thought. Stiles was assaulted at how much wanted to smooth it up with his fingers.
"What?" he finally asked.
The werewolf's ears turned a lovely red, but his face showed no change at all when he spoke. "Maybe we should." -
three triskeles, two soulmates, and one giant secret by Hedwig221b for scribespirare
Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)
24 Dec 2025
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Sometimes, Stiles thought about telling him. It wasn’t even a thought, but a fantasy of him kissing Derek first thing in the morning and kissing him goodnight, of not going into separate bedrooms after a tiring day. He dreamed of making that one step further and putting not only his chin on Derek’s shoulder when the wolf cooked breakfast, but his hands around Derek’s waist, dreamed of taking his hand and threading their fingers, dreamed of kisses and sex and shared life.
It wasn’t this young puppy love. It wasn’t lust, though it was there. It was a years-long, deep, chronic ache. Bittersweet. Overwhelming. Sometimes, it didn’t let Stiles breathe, and other times it was the only thing that made him do it.
Stiles’ confession would destroy them, but not Derek. Because Derek would get up and lift his chin again.
If the alpha was brave enough to cover Stiles’ body from an imminent threat, then maybe it was time for Stiles to get brave, as well. The wounds may never close, but if Derek rejected him… it wouldn’t matter.
Nothing ever would.
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"You know the rules, guys."
Stiles looks up, and sure enough there's a little sprig of plastic mistletoe fixed above the door, just like there has been every year since Stiles and Scott had decided that it would be awesome if their parents got together so they could be actual brothers, and mistletoe was a surefire method of making that happen. It hadn't worked, but the tradition had persisted.
He's already mentally making his excuses, but before he can voice any of them Derek is leaning in to brush his lips gently against Stiles', catching Stiles' bottom lip between his own in a brief but unmistakable kiss.
"Merry Christmas, Stiles," he murmurs, sliding past Stiles and striding off down the driveway, his hand raised in a wave goodbye in Scott's general direction.
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If Stiles could have anything, one last wish, he wants Chris and Isaac to live, to stay safe in France. No. More than that. He wants them all to live. He wants to go back in time and save them, all of them—Scott, Melissa, his dad, Peter, Derek, Lydia, Malia, Kira, Parrish, Braeden, Liam, Corey, Mason, Hayden. He wishes he could go back even further. Allison. Aiden. Erica. Boyd. Even Laura. The Hales. Paige. Deucalion's pack. It was all Gerard's fault. All the violence. All the bloodshed.
"No." The word escapes his lips like a whisper, taking with it his final breath.
His blood soaks into the Nemeton. An offering.
Power floods through him. A response.
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Stiles is feeling left out of the pack, forgotten by the people who are supposed to stick with him no matter what. When the Desert Wolf kidnaps him and it seems no one cares, will he survive the fallout?