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Ruined

Ruin 687 words

Pairing: Derek/Stiles
Rating: Mature
Tags: implied self-harm, choking, implied magical healing cock, hand jobs, implied drug and alcohol abuse
Summary: They see him every day. They know he needs help, but Derek's seen Stiles paste a fake smile on his face and bullshit his friends, and they're all too busy with their own pain that they can't see it for what it is.

Trust 803 words

Pairing: Derek/Stiles
Rating: Explicit
Tags: self harm, cutting, fear of death, breathplay, magical healing cock, angst, blood
Summary: He's warm, and he feels alive, like when he feels the pain of the blade slicing into his skin, like when he watches the blood flow, red over pale skin, watches it hit the floor and explode out into tiny stars.

Psyche 981 words

Pairing: Derek/Stiles
Rating: Mature
Tags: mental illness, magic!Stiles, dreams, violent thoughts, angst, self-harm, breathplay, choking, hallucinations, sexual content
Summary: Stiles' dreams are bathed in red, his arms are slick and shining to the elbow, there's copper and salt in his mouth. Always that wisp of darkness right there with him, curled around his heart like it belongs.

Heavy in My Hand 1,000 words

Pairing: Derek/Stiles
Rating: Mature
Tags: self harm, cutting, violent thoughts, magic!Stiles, telekinesis, mental illness, dark, angst
Summary: "If you could see what I see," Stiles mutters. "You're in bits, slick and shiny, pieces scattered all around. Laid out like a picture."

Bad Things 955 words

Pairing: Derek/Stiles
Rating: Teen & Up
Tags: violent thoughts, mental illness, telekinesis
Summary: "She's bleeding," Stiles says. He pulls his hand away from Lydia's throat and shows it to Derek. "Blood." His eyebrows are scrunched, like he's confused, like he can't understand why Derek can't see it too.

Goodbye 4,016 words

Pairing: Derek/Stiles
Rating: Mature
Tags: self-harm, gore, angst, murder, blood, telekinesis, implied/referenced suicide attempt
Summary: The thing Stiles will remember, more than the feeling of Derek's skin under his nails, more than the warm flow of blood over his fingers, is the sound Derek makes as Stiles tears into his chest. The gasp of surprise, followed by a grunt of pain, like it was unexpected, like it was the last thing Derek ever would have thought possible.

crossposted:
https://archiveofourown.org/series/63212

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