Sterek Ficlets

More Than Your Scars

Stiles stands in the master bedroom looking in a mirror. He studies the battle scars and every single mark he's gotten over the years which fills him with a sense of insecurity. He feels that he's somehow lesser because unlike the wolves his marks and scars don't fade.

One Hour Later

Derek gets back from the store and after putting the groceries away, he heads upstairs finding his mate in their bedroom. He notices that Stiles is staring at himself in the mirror, a finger tracing one of the bigger more obvious marks. It hurts his heart and he walks over to Stiles slipping his arms around his waist.

"You're beautiful love. Stunning. Gorgeous. I love you," he says gently kissing Stiles's neck.

Stiles gives him a small smile and sighs. "I just hate that all my scars are visible but I look at you and you're just perfect," he whispers as a tear slips down his cheek.

Derek's heart aches hating the way Stiles is feeling about himself. He leads him to the bed and lays down before taking his mate's hand and guiding it to his own hip. "When I was seven Laura got angry and wasn't careful when we were playing. She dug her claws in by accident."

He places Stiles's hand on his shoulder. "When I was in college a rogue omega bit me and tore my shoulder."

He slides his mate's hand to his chest. "Knife wound from a hunter."

His stomach. "I fell from our treehouse when I was 9 and a branch went through."

His pelvis. "Kate."

His neck. "Rope from a trap."

His temple. "Knocked out with a rock."

He keeps going pointing out where every single scar and injury was even though they're not visible anymore, before lacing their fingers together and kissing Stiles's knuckles.

He smiles softly at his mate. "You're right. I heal but I never forget any of them. I also remember each of yours and no matter how many times we get hurt, or broken or how damaged we are inside and out I will never stop loving you. Love isn't based on appearances or perfection but on what's right here."

He places a hand over Stiles's heart. "Because that's what makes you Stiles . Your heart, loyalty, strength and love are what make you, you. Not your scars."

Stiles tears up and nuzzles into his mate's hand now cupping his cheek. "I love you, Alpha Mine."

Derek pulls Stiles close and smiles, placing a kiss on his forehead. "I love you too, My Moon."

He then guides Stiles to lay back on the bed, strips off his clothes and proceeds to worship every inch of his mate's body, paying extra attention to each mark all while whispering over and over again, "I love you."