Like Son

[Sterekdrabbles challenge for 02/27/19: “break, down, pause”]

On AO3.

This is part three following Surprise Surprise and Laugh or Cry. 


Stiles’s father’s smile didn’t break the tension Derek felt. The man had aimed a gun at him!

And Derek’s mom! He’d let her down badly, staying out all night, on a school night! She’d ground him forever.

But Derek liked Stiles. Stiles was funny, always surprising him. He’d never met anyone like Stiles.

They hadn’t even done anything but snuggle and giggle all night, the best sleep-over of Derek’s life.

“Mr. Stilinski,” Derek started to explain. “I mean… Sheriff.” He paused.

Stiles’s dad smiled again, said, “Call me John,” and Derek instantly forgot everything he was just about to say.

House into Home

[Sterekdrabbles challenge for 03/01/19: “share, truth, house”]

On AO3.


The house was so new Derek still smelled paint. He could even smell the lumber framing their recently acquired dwelling-place.

He hurried to their bedroom, burying his face in Stiles’s pillow, the first thing his husband had carried in. Stiles’s scent settled him, made the unfamiliar, sterile surroundings less strange.

Derek sighed in relief. They’d shared a cramped apartment they’d made into a home. Truth was, Stile’s tendency to leave dents, damage and stains in his wake turned any living space into a lair.

Derek smiled, then heard the cruiser arrive and rushed to welcome Deputy Stilinski-Hale home with kisses.

Master Planner

[Sterekdrabbles challenge for 03/04/19: “stick, spin, frozen”]

On AO3.

The creature charging at them was headless, its face on its chest, its mouth fang-filled.

“Stick to the plan!” Scott shouted.

Stiles decided Scott’s plan was stand frozen in place until eaten alive.

While the betas spun around the monster, snarling, Stiles and Derek stopped each another from getting anywhere near it.

“I hafta stab it between its shoulders!” Stiles gritted out, unsheathing a dagger etched with runes. “Either its brains or heart’s there!”

Derek snatched the blade and lunged, striking the target precisely.

“That wasn’t the plan!” Scott scolded.

“I know,” Stiles replied. “It was mine. And it worked!”