Stiles is just human, that's all he has ever known himself to be. But that all changes when the vampire arrives in town, and along with it, a family secret that has been buried for far too long is discovered. Stiles isn't just human. Neither was his mother. She was a Quileute, a rare breed of wolf. And now he is too. Kind of a Twilight/TW crossover but not really.
Peter bites Stiles and it doesn't take.
In a future world where your life is a countdown of numbers on your wrist, unto a couple befalls an unexpected tragedy. In Time AU.
Here I answer all questions for my Sterek headcanons.
3 times Stiles is woken up by Derek and 1 time it's the other way around.
Derek should have known Stiles wouldn't listen.
When Derek catches up to Stiles, he finds the young man in front of the puppy pen, cooing at the little furry animals chasing each other behind the glass. One puppy in particular, a brown and white pug, bounds over and head buts right into it before shaking itself off and yipping happily. Stiles squeals. That's it. The sound of want.
("Please tell me you're not serious." "Nope, I am totally serious. See this face? The face that I'm wearing? This is my serious face, buddy.") Oh, and that's not all Stiles is wearing.
When the Nogitsune is defeated, everyone believes that Stiles is okay. They're wrong.
Lydia Martin has never been ready to say goodbye. (Alternate ending to 3x23.)
Lydia Martin is strong. Even Peter Hale can see that. Inspired by the Peter/Lydia scene in 3x22.
"My son is eating my husband's eyebrow," Stiles mutters to himself stupidly, blinking dazedly just to make sure what he's seeing is actually there and it's not a weirdly adorable dream he's having.
Even with his determinacy, his un-relenting will, he's unable to take control of his own body. (Stiles' POV in that last scene of 3x19.)
He's not sure who he is anymore, doesn't know if he even can be called a he.
The call comes in at forty five minutes to midnight.
Stiles is in heat. Who does he call? Give you one guess.
Stiles isn't into BDSM, not usually, but today's been a full 8 hour day of pure, fresh hell involving stressful clients and bitchy secretaries. Really, all he needs is at least a good few hours tops of not being in control.
He wasn't just human. He was something. Immune.
How long does someone have to search in another's ass for their prostate, for God's sake. It shouldn't be this hard, or take this long. ("So, what, that's it? You're giving up?" "We've been at this for nearly two hours, Stiles.")
The first thing Derek sees when he walks into the bathroom is the bloody handprint splayed on the glass mirror.