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Sterek Week // Sunday: Tattoos and Soulmates
Derek Hale runs a tattoo shop in the small town of Beacon Hills. He likes to keep to himself, but he’s good at what he does, which is how he finds himself befriending Stiles Stilinski. Stiles comes to Derek for his first tattoo when he turns 21, a floral pattern on his arm dedicated to his late mother. After that first one, Stiles keeps coming back for more. 
Stiles finds he enjoys the artwork Derek adorns his body with, even letting Derek talk him into getting a triskelion on his chest, and if Derek has a matching one on his back, he keeps that information to himself.
The two become good friends over the next few years. Derek opens up about his family and the unfortunate fire that killed most of them. Stiles talks about his mother and how difficult it was to watch her waste away in front of him.
One afternoon, Stiles finds his grandmother’s old Polish books in the attic, books about ancient ruins and rituals. He doesn’t pay much mind to the words, but he finds a symbol he likes and thinking about getting a new tattoo in honor of his grandmother, Stiles stuffs the book in his messenger bag and heads out to see Derek.
Derek studies the symbol for a long time before he begins working on Stiles left bicep. When the tattoo is almost complete, Stiles’ vision begins to blur and he feels like he might faint, which is strange considering he’s never had a problem before. When his vision finally clears, he finds Derek’s worried face hovering over him, and when Derek reaches out to touch Stiles’ forehead, something like fire shoots through Stiles’ veins. Judging by the look on Derek’s face, he felt it too.
When realization hits Stiles, he grabs the book from his bag and flips to the page with the symbol with trembling fingers, Derek hovers over his shoulder as they both read the words next to the symbol. “The symbol shows the wearer their soulmate”, the faded print reads. 
Stiles turns to Derek with some trepidation, not knowing how the man will react. What he’s not expecting is for the tattoo artist to be smiling at him. “Well, shit,” Derek says, leaning closer to Stiles. “I didn’t need a symbol from a magic book to tell me that.”
Stiles grins with relief before Derek is kissing him. And later, in Derek’s bed, sated and happy, they aren’t at all surprised to find a matching tattoo on Derek’s hip.

Sterek Week // Sunday: Tattoos and Soulmates

Derek Hale runs a tattoo shop in the small town of Beacon Hills. He likes to keep to himself, but he’s good at what he does, which is how he finds himself befriending Stiles Stilinski. Stiles comes to Derek for his first tattoo when he turns 21, a floral pattern on his arm dedicated to his late mother. After that first one, Stiles keeps coming back for more. 

Stiles finds he enjoys the artwork Derek adorns his body with, even letting Derek talk him into getting a triskelion on his chest, and if Derek has a matching one on his back, he keeps that information to himself.

The two become good friends over the next few years. Derek opens up about his family and the unfortunate fire that killed most of them. Stiles talks about his mother and how difficult it was to watch her waste away in front of him.

One afternoon, Stiles finds his grandmother’s old Polish books in the attic, books about ancient ruins and rituals. He doesn’t pay much mind to the words, but he finds a symbol he likes and thinking about getting a new tattoo in honor of his grandmother, Stiles stuffs the book in his messenger bag and heads out to see Derek.

Derek studies the symbol for a long time before he begins working on Stiles left bicep. When the tattoo is almost complete, Stiles’ vision begins to blur and he feels like he might faint, which is strange considering he’s never had a problem before. When his vision finally clears, he finds Derek’s worried face hovering over him, and when Derek reaches out to touch Stiles’ forehead, something like fire shoots through Stiles’ veins. Judging by the look on Derek’s face, he felt it too.

When realization hits Stiles, he grabs the book from his bag and flips to the page with the symbol with trembling fingers, Derek hovers over his shoulder as they both read the words next to the symbol. “The symbol shows the wearer their soulmate”, the faded print reads. 

Stiles turns to Derek with some trepidation, not knowing how the man will react. What he’s not expecting is for the tattoo artist to be smiling at him. “Well, shit,” Derek says, leaning closer to Stiles. “I didn’t need a symbol from a magic book to tell me that.”

Stiles grins with relief before Derek is kissing him. And later, in Derek’s bed, sated and happy, they aren’t at all surprised to find a matching tattoo on Derek’s hip.

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tagged → #sterek

Sterek Underworld - The Rise of the Lycans AU: Over 1,000 years ago, Derek was born, the first Lycan able to retain a human form. Enslaved by Gerard, the ruthless Elder of the Vampire Clan, collared, beaten and belittled, Derek grows up with only one light in his life: Prince Stiles, Gerard’s ward. The two grow up together - fierce children, lonely children - who find companionship and ultimately love into one another. Their romance is forbidden, not only by their status as member of the noble vampire council and low slave and blacksmith. But also because the races are forbidden to mingle. In Gerard’s eyes, Vampires are perfection, and werewolves are no better than beasts.
But Derek is done being treated like an animal, used and abused constantly. He manages to escape, freeing a multitude of fellow Lycans, but unable to take Stiles with him. The lovers make a promise to meet again, but fate is against them. Gerard finds out about their forbidden affair. Enraged, disgusted, he doesn’t hesitate to have his own ward locked into prison, or to use him as the bait to recapture Derek. Torturing Stiles in front of Derek’s own eyes is sweet revenge for Gerard. Who is so driven by his insane need to keep the two races apart, that he doesn’t hesitate to chain Stiles, and to
let the dawn light
cascade on him
and
burn

him
alive
in front of his beloved, chained and helpless and screaming his throat raw, only a few steps away from Stiles.
Driven crazy by grief, Derek manages to wrench free from his bindings, steal the necklace that his prince always wore around in neck and starting what will be known as The Great War between Vampires and Lycans.

of course, by year 2011, Stiles in reborn in the town of Beacon Hills and reunited with his love, who’s been waiting for him, embittered and lonely, for all these centuries. That’s because I’m a sucker for angst with an happy ending.

alpharagnar:

Sterek Week Day 5: Sterek AU

Suits AU (suggested by: stubblehale

Derek Hale does not want or need to hire a new associate. He’s the best goddamn closer in this city, and the last thing he needs is some spoiled, green, Harvard kid getting under foot while he’s working his magic. Of course Stiles is no spoiled, green, Harvard kid. Emphasis on the Harvard. But Derek can immediatel sense something about the kid. Ignoring the giant stash of weed that came tumbling out of his briefcase, Stiles is clearly a genius, eidetic memory aside, this kid is really bright. Something special. Derek had to have him… as his associate.

Derek’s first order of business was to get him out of that god awful suit. Skinny ties are a plague on humanity and must be eradicated at all costs in Derek’s not so humble opinion, and Stiles seemed to have an unhealthy addiction to them. He got rid of that, and his weed habit too. His mind was too brilliant, too sharp for him to be allowed to dull his intellect with that stuff. Also, Peter was always on the hunt. Always looking for a new way to get one up on Derek (his jealousy was almost comical), and what better way than by tormenting his associate. When Stiles told Derek about Peters harassment though he experienced a rage that he was frankly unaccustomed to. 

Of course keeping their secret turns into a near full time job too, and Stiles stubborn insistence on sticking up for the little guy puts them both in quite a few tough situations, but Derek is coming to realize that taking a risk on this spastic, bleeding heart, wannabe drug-dealer, genius, kid was the best decision he ever made. Because he more than respects Stiles mind, he realizes, he more than admires his fierce loyalty, and wicked sense of humor. Derek… Derek fucking adores him. Stiles is beautiful and perfect. The perfect foil for him. Stiles is soft where Derek is hard, he’s the perfect counter weight to him, not just in the office, but all the time. He challenges Derek in a way he’s never been challenged before. He makes Derek a better lawyer, and a better man.

He starts feeling excited to get to work again, just so he can banter with Stiles. Praise him for a job well done and watch his cheeks flush with pride. 

He’s got it bad.

His assistant, Lydia didn’t even have to tell him about himself this time (she did anyway, and then politely informed him that is he didn’t do something about it she was going to destroy him), She was probably right, Derek had taken to just grinning stupidly at his giant wall of windows every time his mind wandered to thoughts of Stiles. It was really effecting his productivity.

So, in the interest of protecting his clients interests, Derek decides to put in a little overtime. He shows up at Stiles’ shitty apartment, and bangs on the door. Stiles answers, rumpled and bleary eyed.

"Do you know what time it is?" Stiles grumped. And okay maybe Derek had a few drinks before showing up here. Who could blame him.

"Derek, it;s 3am. We have work in a few hours. What is going on?"  He pouted and it was the most adorable thing Derek had ever seen,

Derek just continued to grin at him.. both of him. He loosened his tie, he was starting to sweat (Derek Hale does hot sweat when he’s nervous, never!), he just had to do it and damn the consequences. Stiles was looking at him curiously, he was clearly fighting his usual ever present smirk. His eyes lit up and Derek just knew that Stiles knew what he’d come here to do. He is a genius after all.

"I’m gonna kiss you now." Derek managed to get out before gracefully leaning forward and grabbing Stiles around the waist. (I’m never letting go, he thought.)

"Oh! ok-murgh" was all Stiles could say before Derek pushed them both inside and kicked the door shut behind them.

They didn’t make it into work the next day. Lydia was all to happy to cover for them.

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captainmercurian:

STORY: Peter is a hooker, abandoned by his partens for being gay and sneered at by his former friends for selling his body. One night he gets himself a new punter. Killian is handsome and young and soon feels attached to Peter, who is falling in love with him as well. One day Peter asks him to run away with him - and they do.

yourinnerdemons:

white-icing:

raise your hand if you have so many ideas that you’re not talented enough for

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seductive-potato:

captainstormwind:

the truth is out there.

the most important thing I have ever reblogged 

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Sterek Week // Wednesday: Sterek Manips
And all along I believed I would find youTime has brought your heart to me

Sterek Week // Wednesday: Sterek Manips

And all along I believed I would find you
Time has brought your heart to me

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hoechlder:

Don’t be so scared
        of the things you  l o v e

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were-dragon:

Sterek Week: Tuesday - Color Me Sterek #9

"Should I pretend I’m still scared of you? Or we’re gonna skip the foreplay today?" Stiles smirked, ignoring the knob of the door digging a hole into his lover back. Actually, his back has for this specific door knob a soft spot - just next to his left kidney. 
"Stop being a smartass," Derek hissed angrily. Maybe Jackson shouldn’t have come back. Derek is picking some nasty habits from him. 
"Can’t. Default setting."
Derek glared at him. Which didn’t do much to Stiles, since Derek has been glaring at him all evening. Like this whole thing was Stiles’ idea or something… Which kind of was. Okay, he’ll give him this one. 
"It’s not that big of a deal," Stiles sighs and rolls his eyes almost too hard. He still has a black eye, which hurts like a bitch, even if he’s not touching it. Which he is. Constantly.
"Not a big deal? Are you fucking with me?"
Stiles couldn’t help himself and smirked again. “I would love to, but for some reason you rather argue with me.”
Derek sighs heavily and pulls himself away. Slightly. He is still close enough for Stiles to feel his hot damp breath in his cleavage, where Derek’s fist pulls his shirt down. Derek closes his eyes for a moment and takes two deep breaths. Then another two. And then pulls himself away completely. 
Stiles sees the change in his expression. Eyebrows still furrowed, but his jaw not clenched so tight anymore, corners of his mouth turning slightly down. Stiles’ snark disappears in a second, facing Derek’s unhappiness. 
"It’s okay, Derek. It was just a little hitch, I’m fine. We are fine."
At the ‘we’ Derek’s eyes snaps open. Gray-brown-green (fucking magical, if you ask Stiles) eyes burning with all those things Derek never says. But Stiles knows. They were in this together for far too long for him to not know. 
He stretches one arm and brushes tips of his fingers from stubbled jaw down to Derek’s neck. Palming his throat and feeling that one heavy gulp of Derek’s Adam apple signaling that werewolf want to say something, but can’t form the right words. 
"We are fine," Stiles repeats slowly. Words heavy with certainty. They are always fine. And they always will be fine, as long as there is ‘we’. 
Derek nods shortly and then covers Stiles’ hand with his own. He may not be able to find the right words, but he can always show Stiles what he has in mind. 
Stiles bites down a smile, when Derek harshly kisses him. Now they are talking.

were-dragon:

Sterek Week: Tuesday - Color Me Sterek #9

"Should I pretend I’m still scared of you? Or we’re gonna skip the foreplay today?" Stiles smirked, ignoring the knob of the door digging a hole into his lover back. Actually, his back has for this specific door knob a soft spot - just next to his left kidney. 

"Stop being a smartass," Derek hissed angrily. Maybe Jackson shouldn’t have come back. Derek is picking some nasty habits from him. 

"Can’t. Default setting."

Derek glared at him. Which didn’t do much to Stiles, since Derek has been glaring at him all evening. Like this whole thing was Stiles’ idea or something… Which kind of was. Okay, he’ll give him this one. 

"It’s not that big of a deal," Stiles sighs and rolls his eyes almost too hard. He still has a black eye, which hurts like a bitch, even if he’s not touching it. Which he is. Constantly.

"Not a big deal? Are you fucking with me?"

Stiles couldn’t help himself and smirked again. “I would love to, but for some reason you rather argue with me.”

Derek sighs heavily and pulls himself away. Slightly. He is still close enough for Stiles to feel his hot damp breath in his cleavage, where Derek’s fist pulls his shirt down. Derek closes his eyes for a moment and takes two deep breaths. Then another two. And then pulls himself away completely. 

Stiles sees the change in his expression. Eyebrows still furrowed, but his jaw not clenched so tight anymore, corners of his mouth turning slightly down. Stiles’ snark disappears in a second, facing Derek’s unhappiness. 

"It’s okay, Derek. It was just a little hitch, I’m fine. We are fine."

At the ‘we’ Derek’s eyes snaps open. Gray-brown-green (fucking magical, if you ask Stiles) eyes burning with all those things Derek never says. But Stiles knows. They were in this together for far too long for him to not know. 

He stretches one arm and brushes tips of his fingers from stubbled jaw down to Derek’s neck. Palming his throat and feeling that one heavy gulp of Derek’s Adam apple signaling that werewolf want to say something, but can’t form the right words. 

"We are fine," Stiles repeats slowly. Words heavy with certainty. They are always fine. And they always will be fine, as long as there is ‘we’. 

Derek nods shortly and then covers Stiles’ hand with his own. He may not be able to find the right words, but he can always show Stiles what he has in mind. 

Stiles bites down a smile, when Derek harshly kisses him. Now they are talking.

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stoney321:

“Shh, shh!”
Stiles’ eyes rolled back, and he bit his lip to hold back a moan as Derek thrust in again, hard, the breath punching out of him as their skin slapped together before slowly pulling out, only to drive back in again and again.
“Derek…so fucking good,” he panted, unable to hold back. They had to be quiet, they had to. The other guys were right there in their fucking beds. Hell, Stiles’ foot had kicked into Jackson’s on accident a minute ago, but Jackson just muttered in his sleep and rolled over to his stomach. But it wasn’t like he was going to make Derek stop, not when his dick was pounding inside so good, hitting everything just right and lighting Stiles up until his fingertips were tingling and his eyes were stinging with unshed tears.
Derek pulled back from where he’d been sucking a mark low on Stiles’ neck. He was grinning, lips red and slightly swollen, hair hanging over his forehead while twisting his hips in a tight little circle as if he could get his dick in even further, and for a moment Stiles couldn’t breathe he was so in love with this boy.
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stoney321:

“Shh, shh!”

Stiles’ eyes rolled back, and he bit his lip to hold back a moan as Derek thrust in again, hard, the breath punching out of him as their skin slapped together before slowly pulling out, only to drive back in again and again.

Derek…so fucking good,” he panted, unable to hold back. They had to be quiet, they had to. The other guys were right there in their fucking beds. Hell, Stiles’ foot had kicked into Jackson’s on accident a minute ago, but Jackson just muttered in his sleep and rolled over to his stomach. But it wasn’t like he was going to make Derek stop, not when his dick was pounding inside so good, hitting everything just right and lighting Stiles up until his fingertips were tingling and his eyes were stinging with unshed tears.

Derek pulled back from where he’d been sucking a mark low on Stiles’ neck. He was grinning, lips red and slightly swollen, hair hanging over his forehead while twisting his hips in a tight little circle as if he could get his dick in even further, and for a moment Stiles couldn’t breathe he was so in love with this boy.

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paquim:

Romeo and Juliet sterek AU were they meet in a party, fall in love and then discover that their families are mortal enemies: vampire vs werewolves. Will their love end this war?

I am working on the video :)