Characters: Scott McCall, Lydia Martin, Kyle Parrish, Bobby Finstock Rating: NC17
Warning: slash, Sterek, AU, domestic, established relationship, spirits, curse, dark forces
Disclaimer: I don’t own Derek or Stiles much to my regret.
Summary: AU Stiles and Derek moved to the country to try and mend the rift between them and rediscover the love that had bound them before things had gone wrong. The beautiful farm house they bought together seemed like a haven from the world where they could heal., Unknown to them, the home harbored a dark curse that soon started to tear away at the fabric of Stiles and Derek’s relationship. Soon they would find out if their love was strong enough to break a hundred year old curse and free the spirits of the tormented souls who originally owned their home.
In this story Derek is 28 and Stiles is 24.
It had been a four hour drive from the bustling metropolis Derek and Stiles had left behind to the quaint country locale where they would now reside. Stiles felt hopeful as they drove up in front of the white two story farm house that was their new home. He put his hand on Derek’s knee and squeezed affectionately. The older man looked over and smiled at him.
Stiles returned the smile and declared. “Home sweet home.”
Derek parked to one side so the moving truck that was following them could pull up in front of the farm house. Before he got out, he leaned over and kissed Stiles softly. “Things are gonna be different here. I promise.” the older man declared as he looked down into his lover’s deep brown eyes.
“I know they will be. It’s a fresh start for both of us.” Stiles replied as he looked up into Derek’s green gray eyes and smiled.
“I suddenly have the urge to carry you over the threshold.” Derek announced with a grin as they got out of the jeep and started to grab their bags out of the back.
“You’d seriously do that with those three huge moving men watching?” Stiles asked in disbelief as he glanced over at the burly movers.
“Try me.” Derek challenged as he followed Stiles up the steps to their new home.
Stiles dropped his bags by the door and waited expectantly. Derek set his bags down, picked the smaller man up and carried him bride style into the foyer. “Welcome home, Stiles.” He declared and kissed his lover deeply before setting him back down on the floor.
“Welcome home, Derek.” The younger man replied as they stood side by side with their arms around each other looking at their house. The younger man loved the vaulted ceilings, hard wood floors, large windows that let in a lot of light and the neutral color scheme that made it all feel open and bright. He hoped with all his heart that they would be happy here.
Neither man was aware of stirrings in the farm house. One presence moved from its domain in the basement to get first glimpse of the new occupants of the cursed domicile. Another spirit descended from the attic to have a look at the couple who would play out the fate that a jealous madman had condemned them to one hundred years before. The spirits stopped, perplexed, as they took in the two males standing in the entryway framed by autumn sunlight filtering through the doorway.
The entities wavered having never encountered a couple of the same sex before. It might have been that unusual circumstance or the one hundred year anniversary of the curse that had torn them asunder, but the two spirits actually touched briefly. The sheer emotion of that all too brief reunion settled the decision to continue even though the couple they would play out the curse through were both male. The dark forces that would try to destroy the new couple quickened, surged and joined them once the decision was made. The chess pieces were once again on the board. Soon the game would begin.
Stiles and Derek investigate their latest supernatural problem at the school together.
“Lydia isn’t a liar, is she?” he asks him, looking at Derek seriously, “She wasn’t lying about the mate thing. She was telling the truth. Lydia never lies. Lydia’s brutally honest, actually.”
“What I don’t understand,” Stiles says loudly, drowning out Derek’s attempt to talk, “is why, if that is the case, you pushed me away. I mean, I told you I loved you, Derek. And you shoved those words back in my face and just walked away. You told me not to come back. What is that, Derek?” Stiles demands, “What is that?”
Derek doesn’t say anything, blinking at Stiles. “No, you do not get to be the stoic, angry, silent guy,” Stiles says, pointing at him accusatorily. Derek’s eyes flash and he actually looks guilty.
“I – Stiles,” he says and he sounds pained. “I can’t.”
“You can’t what?” Stiles asks.
“I can’t ask that of you!” he shouts, and Stiles steps forward a little.
“Ask what of me?” he asks, softer now.
“I can’t ask you to be mine forever, when I’m the worst person in the world to be stuck with forever. I can’t ask you to love me, I can’t ask you to be with me. Because I will – I will fuck it up,” Derek chokes, and Stiles is close now, pressed against him, staring up at him.
Derek blinks rapidly, and if Stiles didn’t know better, he’d think he was trying to block tears.
“It’s not that I don’t – that I didn’t –” Derek mumbles, but he still can’t say it, and Stiles heart shatters a little.
He backs away. Derek’s arms snaps out and wraps around his wrist, “Don’t,” he whispers, “I’m – I do,” he says firmly, “I do.”
“You do what?” Stiles demands, looking up and meeting his eyes, determined. Derek closes his eyes and breathes deeply.
Based on “Waiting for You to Say It First" by paradis
STEREK AU | Derek and Stiles are supposed to be doing research but it’s not working out as they thought it would.
Sleepy sterek (◡‿◡✿)
Emo Boy Stephen James for Owen. Enjoy!
Muscular man taking his shirt off requested by Josh. Enjoy!
Colton Haynes in Hugo Boss black leather jacket.