Other than being a werefox with a werekit for a son, Stiles’ life is relatively normal. He’s a single parent, owns a modest sized home, and has a variety of kid-friendly meal recipes tucked neatly under his belt. It might be just him and Nate, but they have it in the bag. Nothing is missing from their lives.
That is, until Nate befriends a girl named Sadie Hale on his first day of kindergarten. Then everything changes.
The summer after senior year starts normally enough, with the gang spending their final months before college together at the Martin family’s lake house. Then Jackson stumbles onto the burial ground of a witch’s ex-husband, Stiles is magically turned into a fox, and things somehow manage to get worse from there. The gratuitous Princess Bride references are only of moderate help.
Derek plans to spend the rest of his life holed up in the woods after Laura dies. Then he meets a stubborn young fox, and the stubborn young fox meets an urn of Deaton’s magic powder, and his plans change.
A very young fox!Stiles ends up lost in the woods of Beacon Hills where he’s watched by a slightly older Derek. Twelve years later, Stiles ends up back in those same woods for a completely different reason… but he still manages to find Derek.
Derek finds Stiles as a fox, brings him home to the Hale family and they take him in after finding out that his family were killed by hunters, slowly the pair fall for eachother and when Stiles hits 16 hes had enough of Derek running away and takes matters into his own hands with a little help of the family too finally get his mate ~
Stiles was planning on just being a fox for his entire life. Then, well, magic, true love, blah blah blah, things got complicated. But as it turns out, he still has a lot to learn about this new world he’s living in. Humanity, man. It’s weird.
Derek Hale had dreams of playing for the NBA and marrying his longtime high school sweetheart, Paige. He never expected that he would first get dumped and then end up presenting as an Omega in the middle of the hallway during his last year of high school. Especially to a gangly, awkward, nerdy little Freshman like Stiles Stilinski.
Derek had returned from a conference where the new CEO, Mr Stiles Stilinski, took over his company in a so called meeting where all the white collared, richly clothed shareholders - assholes - voted against Derek. He hadn’t even waited for a final handshake with the new owner. He knew, he’d never be able to fake a smile when his heart was shattering into a thousand pieces. Well, they had Peter to deal with these formalities.
[aka, Derek was already having the worst day when he was hit by his heat, right in the middle of his office]
Derek needs a date for his company Christmas party to prove to his ex-alpha, Kate, that he is over her. With the help of Issac, Boyd, and Erica (mainly Erica) they find Stiles, the company psychologist and unassuming Alpha. Fake loves turns real when chemistry abounds but will their budding romance survive Kate’s psychotic tendencies?
This was a piece written for the Sterek Big Bang 2016.
(Complete I 17,085 I Explicit I Sterek I Rimming, Jealousy)
Derek looked like the stuff of his deepest fantasies. His shirt was rumpled where Stiles had his hands in it, and he was breathing hard as well, chest heaving. His eyes—his eyes were glazed over and he looked stunned, like he’d been—like Stiles had—
“No,” Stiles said, blood draining from his face. The word was croaky and felt like it had to be wrenched out of his chest. “God, no.”
(Complete I 30,314 I Explicit I Sterek I Pack Dynamics)
Between the kanima, the Argents, and Peter’s untimely return from the dead, everything has fallen apart. Stiles and Derek try to put their lives back together once the crisis has passed. Stiles deals with the aftermath of being tortured, and the distance growing between he and Scott. Derek attempts to become a stronger alpha and keep his pack safe, and that includes Stiles.
(2/2 I 42,411 I Teen I Sterek, Jydia I Pack Dynamics, Angst)
“It depends entirely on how you look at it, I guess,” Stiles shrugs. “On the one hand, instant healing and the apparently inherited ability to pull off leather at all times. On the other, serious attitude problems and a suspicious disappearance of eyebrows.”
“Even Derek’s?” Danny snorts, “that’s a lot of eyebrow to lose.”
“I know,” Stiles agrees. “You should see, it’s so weird. Every time I want to ask him where they go, except he’d totally eat my face off.”
65,581 I Explicit I Sterek I Mating Bond)
You could pay a psychiatrist to listen to you talk, to help you understand yourself and the situations and people around you, to ask the questions that will make you think more clearly, being quietly supportive while challenging your beliefs. Or you could take a road trip with your sister Cora and get all of it for free. Three months on the road, and Derek returns to Beacon Hills at peace with his past and with himself and with a new perspective on life, especially when it comes to the importance of certain people in it and what to do about it.
Stiles broke Christmas. Stiles broke the star off the Christmas tree, the one that the first gift of Christmas goes under, the one that starts Christmas and has had the same star for hundreds of years and Stiles broke it. This is officially the worst thing Stiles has ever done. Including getting Scott turned into a werewolf. What’s a little lycanthropy ever hurt anyone? There are lots and lots of really great werewolves out there and Scott’s fine. So he gets a little fuzzy every full moon. At least he can enjoy a nice cobwebby room without the dust causing his lungs to close up.
But this, this is terrible. Children all over the world are going to be disappointed because Stiles broke Christmas and Santa Claus, Santa freaking Claus is looking at Stiles like he’s going to end up on the naughty list and Stiles’ dad is going to give him that look and –
“Will you stop doing that?” Angry Eyebrow Elf mutters and shoves Stiles into a chair. “Seriously, stop panicking. You’re giving me a headache just looking at you.”
OR: The One Where Stiles is a Jack Skellington’s grandson and Derek is an elf because of reasons.
Something must have poked his Christmas Spirit. It might be the way Hale was watching the proceedings with a scowl on his face, unable to hide what was clear derision. Earlier, his eyes had lifted when Stiles entered the work pen with the presents, and Stiles had been under the impression he had been vaguely pleased. The only thing Stiles could think of that would make someone such a gloomy grump was not getting a gift.
“What?” Hale asked, staring at him through the glass wall that made up the part of his office facing the work area.
“I’ve got something for you!” Stiles said, waving the small rectangular present as he walked in.
“That’s not mine,” Mr. Hale said, staring at the box like it offended him. Then he stared at Stiles like he was offending him more. “You’ve made a mistake.”
“No mistake, sir. It’s a special delivery from magical Hale Holiday Elves.” Stiles gestured to his head. “See the hat. A man wearing this hat makes no mistakes.”
Question: Derek as rich brat boy Stiles' reverse-sugar daddy (i.e. top!Derek, but paid)
This sorta turned into A/B/O so I hope you don’t mind! Also on ao3!
As an omega of somewhat considerable means, Stiles never had to worry about going through a heat alone.
After he had turned eighteen―having officially presented as an omega at seventeen to the surprise of nearly everyone who knew him, even just in passing―his dad had started the arduous, and often traumatizingly embarrassing, search for an alpha to help see Stiles through his heats. It was a typical occurrence for omegas and their families, hiring an alpha, something that most accepted as a simple fact of life while others compared it to sexual slavery, nevermind the fact that it was merely business.
It had taken the Sheriff months of extensive interviews and grueling interrogations with various alphas before they had finally found Stiles a suitable heat partner. Said partner none other than the Sheriff’s most decorated, most dedicated deputy: one alpha by the name of Derek Hale.
By his own admission, the Sheriff had never once thought to look within his own department for an alpha, not wanting to blur the lines between his work and personal lives too much. Not until the incident with the arrested alpha.
Stiles had been dropping off a healthy lunch for the Sheriff at the station when an alpha who had been in the station’s holding cell, waiting to be booked for a drunk and disorderly, started harassing Stiles. He had called Stiles a colorful array of disparaging, derogatory omega slurs, making all sorts of disgusting, demeaning sexual comments.
Paralyzed in both humiliation and anger, not sure whether to cry or scream in anger, Stiles had simply stood there in the middle of the station, helpless to stop the barrage of insults and sleazy propositions. His only salvation came in the form of Derek who had rushed to his side after entering the bullpen from the evidence room, flashing his eyes at the alpha in the holding cell until he relented and bared his throat, falling silent as Derek viciously growled at him.
Afterward, Derek had escorted Stiles to the Sheriff’s office, making absolutely sure he was alright before leaving to get back to work, having to file some pertinent paperwork. He had flared his eyes at the other alpha again for good measure as he passed on his way to his desk, smirking to himself as the grown man whimpered like a pup.
The Sheriff had approached Derek later that same evening to see if he would have any interest in assisting with Stiles’ heats, after thoroughly discussing the idea with Stiles first, of course, Derek one of the only alphas Stiles had ever approved of. Derek had been pretty amenable to the idea, agreeing to the terms the Sheriff laid out without insisting on adding any additional terms of his own to better benefit himself, only asking for a comfortable bed.
It had originally been a ruse to keep other alphas from sniffing around during Stiles’ heats, the presence of another eligible, virile alpha of fine breeding enough to deter them from chasing after Stiles like a pack of horny whelps. But of course, their little arrangement did not remain completely innocuous for very long at all.
Some Omegas can’t go through a heat without having an Alpha’s knot. It’s a biological, medical need, a basic requirement for their health, therefore it’s covered by Social Care for those in dire situations, unable to afford a professional.
And that’s what Derek does as a Social Care worker.
Derek doesn’t know why he’s at the omega auction house buying a dirty, sullen slave labeled as “defective” because he cannot produce offspring. But there’s something in his scent, warm and soft beneath the dirt, that has Derek signing the papers and packing him in his car with little more thought than ’This one’.
Stiles and Derek had been best friends since they were babies, their parents having all been friends since college. Growing up, it had seemed very apparent that Derek would be an alpha and Stiles an omega. Stiles had just kind of always assumed they would end up together, and he thought Derek had assumed the same. No one ever said anything about it, but that’s just the way things would be.
So when they both end up being omegas, things get kind of complicated.
Derek has had a crush on Stiles, a young omega who goes to his school since he first laid eyes on him. He has watched him continually come to school with bruises and flesh wounds delivered by his abusive father and all he’s ever wanted to do was help but Stiles never let him get close enough. Until, one night, Stiles ends up at Derek’s house, with more than a flesh wound and Derek will do everything in his power to protect him.
There are several things Stiles Stilinski knows to be facts: he’s a werecoyote like his parents; his twin sister Malia could use a filter more than him; he’s an Omega and terrified of his upcoming heat; and Derek Hale-McCall will never see him as anything more than his kid brother’s best friend. Doesn’t stop Stiles from asking the Alpha to help him during his heat. Or from developing some serious feelings that go beyond the bedroom. Basically, he’s totally screwed, in more ways than one.
Just so you guys can easily find all my dark!Harry works in one place. I’m including Slytherin!Harry just because I usually have them go hand-in-hand—not because I’m implying Harry being in Slytherin automatically makes him dark. We all know that’s not true.
The Heir: Slytherin!Harry AU in which he’s the Heir of Salazar Slytherin.