Okay, This Is In Russian, But I Hope You Can Read It With A Translator. It Will Be Better Than I Translate

Okay, this is in Russian, but I hope you can read it with a translator. it will be better than I translate incorrectly, and so you will be able to understand the essence through several meanings of the original words.

У Стайлза рак. И это его пять стадий принятия.

Депрессия.

— Спишь?

От Дерека веет зимним воздухом. Он наклоняется над Стайлзом, лежащем под одеялом, и нежно целует в висок, будто бы через губы пытаясь забрать все невзгоды. Стилински отрицательно мычит, хотя бы реагируя. Немного опухший, бледный и уставший. Хейл гладит его волосы, чувствуя неровности — Стайлз вчера криво подстригся ножницами в порыве.

— Таблетки помогают? Голова не болит?

Дерек совсем не был готов к подобному. Он явно ожидал, конечно, но… Какой человек будет готовым к тому, что его любимый человек будет увядать на его глазах?

Нет, иногда Стайлз разговаривает с ним, буквально не затыкаясь. Смотрит сериалы или что-то читает, лёжа с ним на узкой кровати. Улыбается и даже смеётся, но всё чаще… Он выглядит вот так.

Прикованный к кровати, беззащитный и пустой.

Хейл ещё пару минут разглядывает его. Гладит по щеке, целует руку, переплетает пальцы. Ему хватает ночи, чтобы соскучиться, а того и нескольких часов — раньше такого не было, но сейчас кажется, что если не увидит Стайлза сегодня, то больше никогда не сможет увидеть.

Стилински чувствует сквозь полудрёму, как его укутывают в одеяло и поднимают гусеницей с постели. Дерек молча несёт его вниз, а спустя минуту в лицо Стайлза врезается прохладный ветер. Уличный воздух так сильно отличается от его душной комнатушки, что приходится хватать его ртом, словно рыбе на суше. Глаза щиплет от недавних слёз и пыли, и он не боится упасть, вертясь и поворачивая голову в сторону ночного неба, зная, что Дерек держит крепко. И никогда не отпустит.

И это единственное, что держит Стайлза на плаву.

happy birthday to wonderful @goddessofsteel 🎉💕 hope this makes you smile today!

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Stiles woke up with a jolt. Opening his bleary eyes, he licked his lips and looked around, thoroughly confused as to where he was.

Then his gaze fell onto Derek.

The man was fully dressed. He was currently putting on his watch but kept his eyes on Stiles. A small amused smile lightened his face, and Stiles immediately wanted to hide from it.

“Good morning, beautiful,” said Derek.

Stiles blinked at him.

Derek chuckled, walked up to the bed and sat down beside him. He cupped Stiles’ face and gave him a light kiss on the lips, before letting him go with a small flick on his chin.

“Sleep well?”

“Mhm,” Stiles raked a hand through his hair and sat up. The covers fell to his lap, and Derek’s eyes immediately slipped down his body.

Stiles didn’t try to cover himself, though his gaze did make him want to squirm.

“I’ve booked this room till three,” said Derek, watching him. “It’s all yours. The mini-bar is paid for, and there’s a nice jacuzzi.”

Stiles’ gaze slid down Derek’s clothes. “And you?”

“As much as I would like to spend time in your company, I have to go.”

Oh.

That’s how it ends, then.

“Okay,” said Stiles, because what else could he say. They were nobody to each other. He could’ve demanded his attention and put on more charm to keep him close, but Stiles was too worn out from yesterday to do anything.

Some of the disappointment must’ve slipped through, though, because Derek smiled again. He caressed Stiles’ cheek with a finger, watching his own movements.

“I had a lot of fun last night,” he said.

Stiles stared at him.

What does that mean? Was there supposed to be a “but”?

“Me, too,” Stiles croaked, unsure of what was happening.

Derek seemed pleased. His hand traveled down Stiles’ neck with his thumb tracing the prominent veins and eventually fell down on Stiles’ covered thigh. The man seemed to have trouble keeping his hands off him.

“Want more?” he asked eventually and arched an eyebrow.

Hell, yeah.

Stiles squeezed his lips together to keep a smile in but wasn’t sure he was successful. A fiercely warm jolt of excitement sent shivers down his body.

“Yeah,” he said, keeping what he really wanted to say (fuck yes, please, please, please I have to get my mouth on your dick and feel a beard burn on my thighs) to himself.

Derek’s pleased and somewhat relieved grin was beautiful. He caught Stiles’ hand and kissed the back of it.

“I’m taking you out to dinner tonight, then.” The man was literally glowing. Stiles fought a laugh at how easy all of it was.

“Awesome,” came out of Stiles’ mouth and he quickly shut it, but Derek, thankfully, laughed.

“I gotta go.” He kissed Stiles in the corner of his lips and stood up. “I’ll text you. Take your time and relax, okay, baby?”

And all these fucking nicknames… Stiles had never been called that before, but he found himself liking it.

“I will.”

Derek left, after tearing his gaze away from Stiles’ body and saying goodbye one more time. Stiles fell back on the bed with the silliest grin and stretched, sighing in pleasure.

He was going to have so much fucking fun.

sterek au

— stiles is a prince, once drowned in the sea, who became a bloodthirsty and charming mermaid. he drags sailors into the death of dark waters, forcing them to suffocate. one day he finds a guest in his dry cave under the rocks. stiles almost eats the human, but he is stopped by fabulous green eyes.

or

derek hale is a general of the Royal Guard who was captured by the enemy kingdom. he escaped, wounded and exhausted, hiding in the cave under the rocks. it seems that it can't be worse until he is attacked by something with the top of a man and the bottom of a fish.

based on my Tumblr post

Rating: Explicit for Depiction of Violence

Word Count: 74,500

Tags: Alternate Hale Fire (Teen Wolf) || Alternate Universe - High School || Derek Hale & Stiles Stilinski are the Same Age || Full Shift Werewolves || Werewolf Mates || Alternative Werewolf Lore || Twilight Parody || Graphic Description || Pack Dynamics || Pack Family || No Kate Argent || Rimming || Switching || Dirty Talk || Blow Jobs || Knotting || Minor Character Death || Outdoor Sex || Happy Ending

For: @sterekyrround August prompts: “Transfer Student!Stiles & "Secretly Supernatural!Derek” and “Party” events.

Part 3 of the Moonlight Saga - Part 1 Here; Part 2 Here;

Summary: Stiles had more than his fair share of near-death experiences; they weren't really something you ever forgot or grew used to. It seemed oddly inevitable, though, facing death again. Like he was marked for disaster. He had continued to escape by the skin of his teeth, yet it kept coming back. But this time was different. or Eclipse and Breaking Dawn but Teen Wolf

READ IT ON AO3!

Rating: Explicit for Graphic Depictions Of Violence and Underage

Word Count: 23,733

Tags:  Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence || Feral Derek Hale || Blood and Injury || Decapitation || Blood and Gore || Blood and Violence || Graphic Description of Corpses || Amputation || Gore || Underage Drinking || Established Relationship || Werewolves are treated like fighting dogs || Mythology References || It's very violent and very descriptive || This is not like my usual stuff

For: @sterekyrround's Sweet & Bloody February with the prompt "Underground Werewolf Fight Ring + Hunters Gamble + Rescue Mission"

Summary: When Stiles realizes Derek has been kidnapped and forced to join an underground fighting ring, to the death, he stops at nothing to save his boyfriend - but will he be able to rescue him intact?

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Minus multiplied by minus is plus; I swear, you and I are the perfect couple!

Art by lalaithquetzallicaresi

Rating: Explicit for Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Word Count: 60,111

Tags:  Alternate Universe || Good Pack Alpha Derek Hale || Pack Dynamics || Emissary Stiles Stilinski || Magical Stiles Stilinski || Full Shift Werewolves || Graphic Description || Location: Iceland || Soulmates || Good Derek Hale || Good Peter Hale || Pack Mom Stiles Stilinski || Embedded Images || Alternate Universe - Werewolves Are Known || POV Stiles Stilinski

For: @sterekreversechallenges 2023 with partnership of @lalaithquetzallicaresi's art

Summary: Stiles joined the Emissary program to help Alpha wolves settle into their new roles and follow in his mother’s footsteps. She had always told him he was destined to run with the wolves, but he thought she meant Scott and his pack. Instead, Stiles finds himself sent to Thingvallavatn, Iceland, with Alpha Derek Hale. It's clear the Alpha is hiding a part of him that Stiles can’t reach, but when a monster comes to threaten the pack, it’s always great to have someone in your corner with a little mischief up their sleeve

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war and hope!au 

THEO RAEKEN, 27 y.o.

— former military — PTSD — nightmares — nervous breakdown — migraine — tablets — gun under the pillow — graves of former comrades — rehabilitation

DEVOURED | 5,2k | Explicit | sterek | ao3

Tags: Derek is the Deity of Sex, Stiles is the Virgin Sacrifice, Top Derek Hale/Bottom Stiles Stilinski, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Consensual Somnophilia, Public Sex, Free Use, everybody’s consenting to everything, and Derek doesn’t share, Possessive Derek

Summary:

Breathless, Stiles shifted his gaze up and went red from the knowing smirk on the deific face. The man’s red eyes sparkled in the moonlight, glowing like two fires on the tips of the candles. One of his thick eyebrows was lifted in amusement.

He was the most beautiful being Stiles had ever seen. As was probably expected, considering he was the god of sexual desire.

Derek knew the moment he’d first seen Stiles, that he was it, as Kira liked to call it. His slim waist, his hips, his long neck and sharp face; that first day after watching him for hours he lay in bed, unable to sleep, with Stiles’ lips and eyes and his small fake smile not leaving his mind. He thought about Stiles all the time. Woke up and fell asleep thinking of him. The entire focus of his being shifted and centered on Stiles. Derek sometimes was baffled with himself, surprised that he was capable of feeling so much about another being. He was obsessed. He was fucking in love.

Read it here: Untouchable