shut up: fruscianted: These are most of my favorites, I think. (* are for super...
These are most of my favorites, I think. (* are for super favorites)
Illustration for Service Weapon, Sterek AUSo I totally failed to complete half of what I wanted for this story. My apologies to my ever-patient author, the_deep_magic. CARS, HOW DO YOU EVEN WORK?
a sterek christmas (✿ ♥‿♥)
- all i want for christmas is you
- beacon hills, i love you
- christmas decorations and the twelve days
- christmas lights
- christmas kiss
- a christmas retail story
- come fly with me (or don’t)
- could be worse (could be raining)
- cupboard love
- deck the halls with lines of sharpie
- derek’s christmas gift
- head cases and questionable characters
- home for the holidays
- hooked on (dangling by yarn)
- part of my melody
- i saw stiles kissing santa claus
- i’d fall anywhere with you
- it’s a christmas thing
- magical mistletoe mishap
- reindeer games
- swallow and chew (eat you alive)
- taking the bus to chinatown
- thank you for breaking my heart
- a thrill of hope
- then a sweetheart’s
- tis the season baristas fear the most
- twelve days of dreams
- when you stop believing in santa you get underwear
- with a little christmas magic
- 12 days of hale publishingenjoy (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧`
These are most of my favorites, I think. (* are for super favorites)
OKAY so I guess this is some kind of alternate universe where Derek and Laura came back to Beacon Hills together a few years later than canon and set up shop in a nice normal suburban home with trash pickup and also Stiles is a garbage collector because WHY NOT it’s got good pay and great benefits and he gets to be super all up in everyone’s business :D
There’s a knock on Derek’s door at 5am on a Friday. Derek is so shocked that he rolls off his bed and lands in a crouch on the floor, snarling through his fangs.
“It’s for you, Derek,” Laura yells from her room down the hall.
“How do you know?” Derek yells back, trying to look out the window without being seen from the street below.
“Because I fucking say so,” Laura says, throwing a little bit of Alpha growl behind it. She’s usually pretty good about not abusing her authority, but Derek understands; neither one of them is even slightly a morning person.
The knocking continues, unrelenting and increasingly obnoxious, until Derek finally wrenches the door open a few minutes later.
“Oh,” he says, dumbly.
“Oh,” says the guy on his doorstep.
He’s dressed in stiff-looking work pants and a big orange vest that threatens to overwhelm his wiry frame. He’s got a tight, ribbed shirt underneath it, though, rolled up past his elbows even though the pre-dawn air is chilly. Derek feels a little winded when the guy looks at him, but he’s blaming it on the fact that he just jumped down a whole flight of stairs and the sun isn’t even up yet.
“What do you want,” Derek says, and a sleepy part of his brain kind of hopes the answer is ‘I want you to invite me in for coffee and pancakes.’
“I want you to remember to actually pull your garbage pails out to the curb one of these Fridays!” The guy pulls his lush lower lip between his teeth and sighs gustily. “But, seeing as how you’ve apparently forgotten to put on a shirt before answering your front door—”
“I was sleeping,” Derek protests. “I don’t sleep in shirts.”
The guy groans, and it sounds like it comes from the depths of his soul. “Werewolves. Not only are you all insultingly, preternaturally attractive but you insist on rubbing it in by being mostly naked all the time.”
Derek feels his eyes flash, even though he’s nearly sure he’s not being threatened. “How… who are you?”
“I’m your garbage collector,” says the guy, smirking. “My buddy Scott got bit a few years back. This town is a freakin’ magnet for weird shit, did you know that?”
“I did, actually. It’s why we moved back.”
“We—oh.” Garbage Guy slumps a little bit, “Well, tell your girlfriend or wife or whatever that trash day is Friday and Stiles is too busy and frail to keep dragging your cans down your driveway himself every week.”
“You don’t look all that frail to me,” Derek says, eyeing the guys’—Stiles’—shoulders under the vest. “And I live here with my sister. Well. In a normal way, not in a—weird way. You know. Um.”
Stiles’ eyes actually sparkle, and Derek kind of wants to put his fist through the wall. “You’re just really not a morning person, are you? It’s okay, sunshine, I’ll get out of your hair. I know I must smell pretty awful, werewolf nose and all.”
“You don’t,” Derek says, blurting it out before he can think better of it. “You smell more like a person than garbage. Like sweat and—”
“Oh my god,” Stiles says, going red. “Like that’s any better, jeez.”
“No, it is,” Derek insists. “It’s nice, it’s good. You should eat pancakes.”
“With me, I mean. Pancakes with me. To eat.”
“Oh boy, I’m definitely gonna remind you of that offer when you’re fully awake and I’m not in the middle of working.” Stiles pats him on the chest, looks briefly terrified at his own bravado, and then just winks at Derek like his rabbiting heartbeat isn’t completely betraying his nervousness. “Remember,” he says, backing slowly down the front steps and stumbling at the bottom. “Fridays.”
“Pancakes,” Derek agrees, yawning.
“Some of us are trying to sleep, you goddamn nerds,” Laura yells from an upstairs window.
Author: lupinus, uraneia
Word count: 40 104
Summary: Stiles was enjoying his senior year until his crazy English teacher decided he made the best candidate to gestate Derek’s kid. Now Stiles is a seventeen-year-old pregnant dude and he and Derek have to figure their shit out, because in nine months they are going to be tied together for the rest of their lives.
My comment: I will start by saying that I’m not a big fan of mpreg stories. This one was different to me, however.
I loved this story from the start. The characterization is amazing and I often feel like Derek isn’t himself in these types of fics, but he really is in this one.
It’s written with a great mix of humour and the seriousness of the matter. I can’t think of a better way to handle the fact that - just like the summary says - Stiles is a seventeen-year-old pregnant dude.
I’ve always loved stories where they are forced together, and they are in this one, just for a completely different reason than usual.
I’ve snorted, covered my face and had my heart pinched throughout the story and right now I feel like re-reading it, just to make sure I didn’t miss anything.
Nothing is probably accurate in this.
- The Argents to be very high on the food chain and nobody ever questions them.
- Stiles and Lydia were engaged when they were very small but then Jackson came into the picture but they are still superb friends and Stiles is still planning a way to get Lydia to marry him instead of Jackson.
- Derek was ordered to keep his life and entertain the masses as a gladiator. ( Coach is the gladiator trainer lol joking)
- Laura and Cora are at Peter’s and know nothing yet. (because I like it when characters are alive)
I blame everything on this lovely photoset and this magical amv where Lydia’s necklace is from.
DO I NEED TO WRITE TO GET YOU TO DRAW GLADIATOR DEREK? CAUSE HERE I GO.
"Who do you keep looking up to?" asked Isaac, his curls already peeking beneath his helmet. Without seeing the youth in battle it would be hard to believe he was a vicious fighter, already the victor of several battles. It didn’t help him combat the accusation that he had murdered his father, though Isaac still firmly held that he was innocent of such a claim.
"Nothing," Derek answered quietly, strapping his gauntlet tighter. As a formal noble he was better suited for dressing himself in armor than most the men around him, but that didn’t mean the scraps they received fit him any better.
Isaac peered upwards to the balcony full of nobles. “Lady Martin, I wonder?” He chuckled dryly. “I served her at the Whittemore house. Not one to be bedding gladiators at a whim, not if her gaze towards Young Lord Jackson had anything to say.” He glanced back to Derek, as if to confirm his suspicions.
"I know a venomous woman when I see one," was all Derek muttered back.
"Ah, so perhaps her companion?" Isaac looked once more. "Young Lord Stilinski, I believe. Can’t quite remember his first name… Though I remember Lady Martin calling him Stiles."
Obviously a shortening of his family name, Derek thought to himself, gazing up once more to the youth. The boy could be no more than sixteen summers, with an upturned nose and moles that dotted his face. The sun burned brilliantly behind him, giving highlights to his closely cut hair and turning his brown eyes amber.
It set memories blazing in Derek’s mind, of a fortune teller with sad eyes who told him of destiny and greatness. That he would one day meet a child of Apollo, and give them the glory of an empire. He had, only a few months ago, believed that to be Kate. Kate with her golden locks and prideful eyes, who had all the greatness of a God and all the terrible wrath of one.
He looked away from the sunlit boy and back to the arena. Today he wouldn’t simply flash his wolf eyes and scare away a few animals. Today he would kill a man, staining his hands ever deeper with the crimson of death, his blue eyes shining with the innocents killed.
Today he was a gladiator, and today he would not die.
I WAS DRAWING JUST NEEDED REFS AND I WAS IN TROUBLE WITH STILES PENDANT BUT YOU GAVE ME APOLLO AND … ( Sorry no Isaac art so quickly but I got to say ISAAACCCCCC I love you so much for putting Isaac in so perfectly wah! )
Derek can feel someone’s watching him…..
Oh look it’s Stiles! :D
So after the game…
(that thing wishes to be a lute)
((Oh ho ho, my master plan worked
but not really cause you were drawing it anyway=w=))
((Another snippet for such lovely art? Yes, I think so…))
"My, my, my," said Lydia as she began to pluck the purple flowers from her hair delicately, one by one. "That certainly is a way to capture Gladiator Hale’s attention. Though I’m not sure what your father will say to throwing away your birthday present to a mere fighter…"
Stiles waved a flippant hand. “That trinket? My father said that it would give me Apollo’s grace. I’m sure Hale needs the Gods’ favor far more than I.”
"Oh? And shall the gladiator receive a young lord’s favor as well?" Lydia scrunched her nose with a wicked smile. "A token of affection seems awfully bold of even you, Stiles. You should have seen the look on Emperor Argent’s face. The old man looked like he was about to pop a vein…" She offered Stiles her hand.
"He would do his oh-so-loyal subjects quite the favor if he did." Stiles took the offered hand, giving her a slight bow. "And why should he care who I take into my bed chambers? I may pay for the pleasure of Hale’s company, same as any other noble."
"Why Stiles, such brash words said in front of such a refined lady as myself," Lydia answered with a smirk as she stood. "With such talk as that you’ll only double your father’s efforts for us to be betrothed, and for me to make a proper lord of you."
Stiles kissed her hand and grinned up to her. “I believe we both know that would never happen, should we be interested in wedding at all. Now is not Lord Jackson expecting to see you within this hour? Speaking of bed chambers, and the dealings within them.”
Lydia tutted as she yanked her hand free, a pretend pout gracing her lips. “Why Stiles, you know I am simply spending the night within Lady Allison’s household.”
"Yes, and Lady Allison is simply spending the night within your household. Accompanied by the faithful soldier Scott, there for her every whim." He gave a cheeky wink. "Hopefully I’ll be having such a faithful soldier of my own soon."
((Oh my god I’m sorry if you had different plans for Scott x Allison but I just went with the whole soldier falls in love with his kick ass lady and I had to run with it >w<))
((Another short snippet for Derek too!))
"The young lord seems to favor you," noted Isaac dryly, washing hot blood off his chest. Derek had been glad that they had never been ordered to fight against each other. The young man’s lithe body and quick moves gave him an advantage to those of greater bulk.
Derek simply allowed the chain of the necklace to slip through his fingers as he passed it from one hand to the other. It was gold and soft, and the pendent was no larger than a coin, with the carving of lute within it. Apollo’s symbol.
Were the gods trying to tell him something?
"Will you be accepting his offer, should he try to buy you for a night?" asked Isaac, leaning cockily against the wall. "If he likes you enough he may buy you. Far better to be a young noble’s plaything than risk your life for a crowd’s amusement, if you ask me."
"And haven’t you had such offers?" asked Derek.
Isaac simply shrugged. “Old politicians all. No, it would take the princess herself to woo me into a bed.” His eyes narrowed “But you kept looking at the lordling, didn’t you? Perhaps his bedchamber is exactly where you wish to be.”
Derek didn’t answer. He couldn’t deny the truth that Lord Stiles’ bed seemed very welcoming, whether the gods led him to it or not.
*brain damaged from all the perfectness given to her* Scott and Allison oh perfect perfect. I love it. the conversation between Stiles and Lydia is very amusing and just lovely as well! >D Muhauhahahaha Not to mention Derek and Isaac…. Love it. I’m so sold! Your plan worked!
This escalated quickly I must say! Muhuhahahaha
I’ll update tomorrow. got to sleep now. It was worth staying up for so long! Thank you! <3
ah good good~ now i don’t have to write this = v= /sits back and enjoys
OH MY GOD I AM CRYING ACTUAL TEARS OF JOY THIS IS THE MOST AMAZING THING I’VE EVER SEEEEEEEEN AND FINALLY FULFILLS MORE THAN A YEAR OF YEARNING FOR GLADIATOR!DEREK
this was such a lovely prompt. i hope i did it some sort of justice omg.
Erica signs him up for the course. He’s adamant about not going. But the house is quiet the first Thursday evening class is planned for (something he’s almost certain Stiles instigated on purpose) and he’s at a loose end. There’s enough food in the fridge to feed their small army which takes grocery shopping out; he’s not allowed to watch Breaking Bad without Stiles; he’s not cleaning.
He sighs, glares at the calendar with the giant red [Derek; Photography for Beginners, 8pm] on the wall and grabs his jacket. He’ll just check it out. Two minutes max.
He actually enjoys himself. It’s horrifying. He comes home and the rest of the pack turn to look at him expectantly from where they’re camped out in the living room. Waiting for him. Fuckers, he knew it.
Stiles is smirking at him and Derek thinks he should probably throw something at his stupid, smug face. But he doesn’t because Stiles’ eyes are fond and a little wary; like he’s not sure Derek appreciated the gesture. He did. He appreciates a shit load of things Stiles does. He probably doesn’t say so enough.
sebklaine cuddles for bron’s birthday (ﾉ◉ヮ◉)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
after much non-working but procrastinating jen and i finally managed to do the thing and finish this (even though we’re the biggest dumbasses) ALL BECAUSE WE LOVE YOU SO MUCH, HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANGEL PRINCESS ♥♥♥
(for those who aren’t bron and enjoy all the things, warning for weirdly vague incest maybe?)
Blaine startles awake to the bed dipping, sucking in a quick breath and sitting up.
“I’m awake!” he rushes out, only to be pushed down on the bed with a steady hand.
You fall too fast.
Word Count: ~2640
Summary: Life doesn’t get much better than when you get to spend it with your favorite fella. Follow the boys as they navigate from young love to newlyweds to fatherhood and beyond.
Author’s Note: Thanks to the betas, Becca and Kerry.
It’s a warm summer Sunday. Kurt’s cracking eggs and Blaine’s chopping up a pepper for an omelette. Kurt has also been talking wedding plans, a mile a minute, non-stop for about the last hour. For the last week, for the past 6 months, Blaine thinks when he’s being honest.“You look … less than thrilled,” Kurt says when he notices the crease between Blaine’s eyebrows and he loses steam on his thought process.