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Little red has pointy teeth…
Trick or treat muthafuckas, Awwwwooo~
Stiles forces Derek into a hoodie while Stiles gets his werewolf on. Stiles wanted red contacts but Derek has to draw the line somewhere.
I’ll probably post cards later tonight…
Now to post the version with Alpha!Stiles.
Here’s my entry for @sterekreversebang Yay!
Please read this amazing fic by the lovely @1989dreamer [spark!stiles, Alpha!derek]
Summary: Stiles agreed to a second alliance with the wolves in the hopes of securing his people's future. Even if it meant repeating his past.
We Got Something Magic by alisvolatpropiis
Scott is never bitten, so Stiles never meets Derek or learns about werewolves. He is, however, since a young age, captivated by a recurring dream of a beautiful, red-eyed wolf that he comes to hold dear to his heart. After college, he moves to Seattle and decides to get a tattoo to acknowledge his dream Wolf, finding a lot more than he expected at Triskele Tattoo.
In which Derek is a tattoo artist and a good alpha, Laura is alive, and Stiles and Derek share each other’s dreams.
Standing outside of the clearing that the Bonding Ceremony is going to take place in, Stiles can’t help but feel a slight bit of his old panic trying to take ahold of him once more.
It was easy to push the fears away with his father’s love and Scott’s cheerfulness chasing the demons back into the dark corners of Stiles’ mind that they usually lurk in, but now…
Now that his father and Scott were no longer with him, regulated to the opening of the Preserve and not allowed to come any further, Stiles could feel his heart starting to kick up again and the old ache that preluded an attack come back. He was just about to try one of his breathing exercises when he suddenly feels a hand land on his shoulder.
“Hey, are you alright?”
Maybe it’s because the way this guy-and the voice makes Stiles think guy, or a rather deeply toned girl-had grabbed his neck, reminding Stiles of all the times that his father had done the same thing, but it makes the panic dim down to a manageable level as Stiles takes in the first relieved breath he’s had for the past few hours.
When he turns to thank the man, however, he immediately loses all the breath he had just regained.
Summary:
Stiles finally gets the practical experience he's been looking for. It's safe to say it doesn't happen even remotely the way he was expecting. AKA, pretend boyfriends! With a twist!
Summary:
Stiles learns that even with werewolves, giant lizards and psychopathic hunters on the loose, life can still find other ways to screw with you. Case in point: everyone keeps assuming he and Derek are a couple. What the hell?
Summary:
They're madly in love, but then there's an apocalypse, a witch and a spell, and Derek sacrifices himself so Stiles doesn't have to. The only problem is that Stiles loses all his memories of them together and doesn't even like Derek anymore.
And Derek is handling it just fine, thank you very much, expect a Texas pack who was once after Stiles comes to Beacon Hills. Stiles needs an Alpha's claim to protect him, so they need to fake being irresistibly into each other. Derek's life is a cruel joke and nobody will ever tell him otherwise.
Summary:
Stiles is a born werefox, returning to Beacon Hills with the hopes of starting over and finding some sort of home again. Maybe he can finally stay in one place long enough for his scent to catch.
Would you believe this was inspired by the beginning of Shrek? Yes. Because it’s the same.
“Next!”
Stiles dragged his feet a bit as Hilda tugged him forward in line. He was chained up and surrounded by guards, probably about to be sold into slavery, but he still wasn’t going to make this easy for the old broad.
He’d been buying her produce for years, and this was how she repaid him? Selling him to the king for some supernatural creature bounty? No. He was going to make this as difficult as possible.
She glared her beady little eyes at him, dug her sharp nails into his arm a bit more, and shoved him forward another lurching step. The fae at the front of the line was deemed worth twenty pounds, ten shillings and hauled off by knights in armor.
“Next!”
A hellhound was dragged forward in an iron collar.
“I will give you money if you just let me go,” Stiles whispered, he wasn’t above bargaining, but Hilda ignored him. He didn’t have much, but it was probably more than she’d get from these chumps. “Six shillings, right now.”
Hilda rolled her eyes and tugged him forward by the chain looped around his wrists. The hellhound was appraised and hauled off into the back of a closed wagon. It was no doubt magically reinforced; Stiles could still hear it snarling violently, but it wasn’t breaking through the old rickety wooden sides.
“Next!”
“Ten shillings,” Stiles continued, “right as soon as I can get to the bank. Twenty, even! Three pounds!”
Hilda gave him a withering look. “You don’t have that kind of money. Now shut up.” She yanked on his chain and both wrists burned as the iron manacles scraped against the already raw skin. The iron was bad enough without all of the jerking around.
Another supernatural creature was carried off to the wagon—this time a nymph—and then it was Stiles’ turn.
hi!! im looking for a fic where derek is the alpha and has a special gift that lets him cure sick people. he cures a man from cancer and then gets cancer himself for a few days. then derek and stiles have a fight because derek said he wouldnt have saved claudia back in the day. they stop speaking until john gets shot or something and stiles calls derek for moral support but derek thinks stiles called him to save john??? also peter is a real dick in this fic
We don’t know this one! Does anyone know it?
Derek swallows carefully, opens his mouth and actually finds some words. “I have cancer.”
Stiles hits the floor so hard his knees crack on the cold tile. He shakes his head. “You what?”
“I cured cancer,” Derek clarifies.
Thank you myownturku for the help!
Summary:
Derek isn’t an uptight person - seriously, for an alpha, he’s downright laid-back - but something about Stilinski makes him want to bare his teeth and grasp him by the scruff and bite.
No, not bite. That would be incredibly inappropriate, of course - and Derek plus the legal department are aware of that. Anyway, the point is, Stilinski needs to be kept in line.
Or, wherein Derek’s office rival might be the same person keeping him sane at night when the loneliness hits.
Description: In which Derek has a sex emergency with unplanned results, Stiles could be the baby daddy on one of those horrible MTV pregnancy shows, Sheriff Stilinski takes in strays and life in Beacon Hills never has a dull moment, not even when things are calm.
Summary: When Stiles wakes up he sees a pair of eyebrows knitted together. He blinks and a blurry face comes into view. The face looks angry, no, furious.
Summary: The pack attends the National Werewolf Association Conference for the first time since they got their shit together. Derek doesn’t like being away from home, or facing people from his past. Stiles does his best to help out… without letting his feelings get in the way. It's harder than he thought since they’re sharing not only a hotel room, but a bed.
Summary: Stiles is used to being second tier in everyone's life. How easily people forget him and move on to bigger and better things. Used to always being in someone's shadow. Leave it to Derek Hale to shatter those expectations. (Also, this fic is kind of a gift for my favorite fic writer, TheTyperwriterGirl, who gave us Home and a world to its own. This is one small way of thanking her.)
