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The hardest part of living in the city, Derek thinks, is trading in his car for public transit. He understands the convenience and necessity, but for someone with supernatural senses, the twice-daily ride feels a little too close to torture. But you do anything for pack, right?
Laura had told him he didn't have to come with her and insisted he actually consider his options. What options? he'd thought bleakly. Of course he'd go with her—his Alpha, and his only remaining family. Even if the city's constant noise and smells grate on him.
After a particularly unpleasant incident on the subway, Derek switches his routine—and, it turns out, his entire view on city life. The front subway car isn't really any less packed than the one he'd used before, and his constant low simmer of irritation with crowds doesn't dissipate.
He sticks with the new habit, though, because the one thing the front car does have is Stiles.
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- Part 11 of Painted Landscapes (tumblr fics)
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I Missed You More (Than I Thought I Would) by TW_Queen (Queen_Whovian)
Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)
15 Dec 2025
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His shoes scuffed against the ground. He forced himself to keep moving, one foot after another.
“Stiles?”
Stiles turned so quickly the gravel slipped from under his shoe and he caught himself just enough to windmill back to Derek, “Yeah?”
Derek stared at him, eyebrows knit together, lips pinched, but his eyes still warm. Stiles’ next breath caught in his throat. Let me come with you.When Derek leaves Beacon, Stiles is left feeling stranded and alone. Isaac becomes a companion in the gaping hole that Derek's departure and Scott's refusal to see anything past his nose leaves.
When everything goes wrong, Derek comes back.
(submitted as part of Sterek Secret Santa 2025)
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"You know the rules, guys."
Stiles looks up, and sure enough there's a little sprig of plastic mistletoe fixed above the door, just like there has been every year since Stiles and Scott had decided that it would be awesome if their parents got together so they could be actual brothers, and mistletoe was a surefire method of making that happen. It hadn't worked, but the tradition had persisted.
He's already mentally making his excuses, but before he can voice any of them Derek is leaning in to brush his lips gently against Stiles', catching Stiles' bottom lip between his own in a brief but unmistakable kiss.
"Merry Christmas, Stiles," he murmurs, sliding past Stiles and striding off down the driveway, his hand raised in a wave goodbye in Scott's general direction.
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Stiles sobbed against the wild forest floor. The earth, rich and moist, would make his bed tonight. He would not be returning. Let the wolves take him. Let the night cover him from unwanted eyes.
“Please,” Stiles begged. “Please…”
Gerard was getting desperate. The killings put him on edge and on wine. If not for Chris’ whining, Stiles was sure he would have had Stiles right there on the dinner table.
Stiles folded his hands over his stomach, feeling the man’s lingering touch. No river was able to wash it away.
Stiles was blessed. His womb was a sacred, precious thing, and it was not meant for a man like Gerard. Elders promised him love and fertility, said they saw loving hands holding his big belly and lips upon his skin. They said the gods would send many children his way.
It felt so wrong to not want them now.
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“Supposedly, the person throwing the party has the hots for Stiles.”
Derek growls and gives Stiles a hard look. “That’s…something. So you think you’re gonna go?”
Stiles shrugs, giving Derek a small smile. “Yeah. I mean, it would kinda nice to know what it’s like to go to a high school party.”
Derek laughs and shakes his head, not believing the words coming out of Stiles' mouth. “No. No. You’re not going.”
Stiles raises his eyebrows in shock. “E-excuse me?” The boy couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Was Derek telling him no?
“You heard me. You’re not going,” Derek explains, not offering more information as to why Stiles can’t go.
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A story about fighting, masturbating, and making up.
Thank you, thePurebloodPrat, for the wonderful art. I hope I do it justice. 💚
#SterekReverseQuickie2026