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iamlazy13 · 21 days ago

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Heeey <3 i hope you have a wonderful day/night. I wanted to ask, if you know about fics where Derek is deaged (and is completely unbothered to finally vocal his feelings to stiles)? Thank youuuu

Hello! I offer you these

Something I’m Not Seeing by HaleHole (SweetFanfics)

There’s a world of a difference between Derek’s past and present self. To the point that Stiles pretty much considers them to be two different people who just happen to have the same name. -- Entirely on accident, the pack brings teenage!Derek forward in time, to the present. While struggling to find a way to send him back, the boy notices some lingering looks and tension between his future self, and a certain human. Without the burden of the things adult!Derek has seen and done in his life, teenage!Derek is a lot more straightforward about the whole thing.

Beware of the Spell by MemeKon

Seeing twenty four year old Derek smile is… Terrifying, pretty much. He has only witnessed such a thing a handful of times, and it always feels a little weird. Like the smiles get torn straight out of Derek's soul in a hurtful way. Fifteen year old Derek does it all the time, though, with surprising ease. (Or, the one where Derek gets hit by a spell and is suddenly fifteen again.)

Hold On, Hold Tight (make it through another night) by callunavulgari

"You feel important,” Derek finally blurts out, the tips of his ears going red the second the words are out of his mouth. Stiles blinks at him. “What?” Baby-faced Derek bites his lip again, which is… distracting. “Something is wrong,” he finally says, slowly. “I don’t know what, because none of you are telling me anything—” and ah, there’s a hint of the old Derek. Stiles would recognize that scowl anywhere. “—but I know that everything smells wrong. And that I can’t feel mom anymore. I can’t feel anyone, except for you.”

Intent by kaistrex (weishen)

Stiles can hear the patter of footsteps, tiny footsteps, and when he looks down, a kid is peering up at him from around the kitchen island with black hair and big, innocent green eyes. The glass slips from Stiles’ fingers into the sink, sloshing water across the counter and all over the floor. “Derek?!” Stiles slaps a hand to his forehead. “Who did you piss off this time?” he groans. - Stiles is supposed to be spending his weekend home from college in his boyfriend’s bed, not babysitting said boyfriend who’s been turned into a four-year-old by Deaton’s emissary replacement.

Out of the Mouths of Pups by cardel

Everyone smells anxious and that should set off alarms in him but it doesn’t. The human begins walking towards him, slowly, until he’s standing in front of him. Derek looks up at him curiously, not feeling threatened, Derek stays calm. That is until one of the werewolves takes a step closer to Derek, the human’s heartbeat picks up. This triggers Derek’s instinct to protect, and propel him to stand in front of the human. He flashes his alpha eyes at the approaching werewolf.

Passing Time by SinQueen69

When De-Aged Derek is stuck with Stiles while they try to keep him away from Kate, Derek realized that the pretty Omega is his Omega and finds a way to pass the time.

Blue Is Just Pretty by Emela

Stiles never thought he’d see the day where Derek let Kira and Erica paint his face and smile about it. Then again, he never expected to be taking care of a four year old Derek either. The problem though, is Derek’s face is currently painted like a bunny and he’s looking at Stiles like he’s his favourite person in the whole world. Stiles misses the days where Derek used to threaten him with his teeth. At least he knew he was going to survive those days.

we consist of memories by Comiziale

Stiles watches Braeden and Scott carrying somebody between them towards the rest of the pack. The person’s head was lowered towards the ground, but even from the distance he felt familiar. And then the guy lifts his head looking towards them, his eyes locking onto Stiles instantly. And Stiles… stops breathing. It couldn’t be. It was Derek. But not the one they all knew. It was his Derek. Sixteen year old Derek. Before he could say anything, Derek moves away from Scott and Braeden and throws his body towards Stiles, circling his arms around his neck. Stiles’ own arms finding their way quickly around the young werewolf. “Mieczysław.” Derek’s voice sounds broken and Stiles feels Derek’s arms holding on even more tightly.

you're still you by EvanesDust

Stiles takes a deep breath and follows the pull of their bond to the kitchen. He stops short when he sees Derek sitting at the table. His brows are furrowed with worry and his eyes are closed. But that’s not what makes Stiles’s heart skips a beat. No, it’s the fact that Derek, his thirty-two-year-old husband, looks half his age now. As in literally half his age. There’s no way that the man sitting in front of him is older than sixteen. “What the fuck?” Stiles blurts out, and Derek’s eyes shoot open, the chair clattering back as he stands as if Stiles surprised him. And that just goes to show that something is seriously wrong because Stiles has only ever been able to do that when Derek’s stressed and lost in thought. “What the hell happened?” …or the murder husbands fic that’s mostly sweet while bby Derek takes care of his pregnant mate.

I've got my eyes on you

Derek Hale is suddenly sixteen, and man; he just got his future self in trouble.

This Time With Feeling by Crimson1

"Derek Hale, if you refuse to learn from your past…then you will be doomed to repeat it." In which Derek is turned into a 16-year-old and has to stay with Stiles until they figure out how to turn him back. Eventual slash and smut, set post season 2, semi-AU.

Let me take care of you by LillianDeLooney

Stiles is six months pregnant with Derek's babies when his mate gets home as a teenager, somehow having gotten de-aged again. Their mate bond is still strong, however, and all Derek wants to do is take care of Stiles…

Time To Say Goodbye by matildajones

Derek finds an older version of himself at his front door, along with Stiles, a boy from the future.

This Is Your Life, Derek Hale! by PolarisTheYoungWolf

I need more de-aged Derek and pregnant mate Stiles! Can you imagine de-aged teen Derek being told he has a family of his own? Like the baby(babies) are born and he's like that for like…a weekend or maybe even a week or longer. And it's just overwhelming and awesome and funny and teendaddy Derek trying to also be a doting husband/mate and maybe they have to go out…because the babies have chickenpox and they need the pink lotion to help with the itching(Do werewolves get chicken pox? Maybe one of the babies is human and got it in case Were's can't?) and Derek is torn from staying with his pups and getting something that will help their recovery? I dunno…just…de-aged daddy Derek that's mates with Stiles is TOO cute an image!!!!

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iamlazy13 · 23 days ago

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Short Fics Masterlist

The List

The Betting Board

Bloody Hands

Stiles Emergency Bag

Contents

Sugar Packets

Derek and Stiles Mini Series

Post-Darach

Post-Nogitsune

The Kevin the Demon Wolf Series

Part One - The Adventures of Kevin the Demon Wolf

Part Two - Capybara of Wrath

Part Three - Intermission

Part Four - Sassing in Silence

Part Five - Haywire Hamsters

Part Six - Further Adventures of Kevin the Demon Wolf

Part Seven - Zombie Apocalypses, Duct Tape, and Other Fun Things

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iamlazy13 · 26 days ago

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Hi, I'm just wondering if you have any recs, where Peter is really close with Stiles? (but not romantically obv, it'd still be sterek)

Hopefully you have something, if not it's fine. (I love your recs, I discovered some of my new favs through you).

Hi! I'm so glad you found new fics through me! Here you are! Everyone is welcome to add their faves!

Divided We Stand by KouriArashi

Derek is being pressured by his family to pick a mate, and somehow stumbles into a choice that they didn't expect and aren't sure they approve of….

Whatever It Takes by Green

When Derek goes missing, Peter and Stiles have to find him.

What Goes Around by KouriArashi

"Well,” Stiles says, “if they’re going to hunt werewolves, I’m going to hunt them.” It’s a ridiculous statement from a ten-year-old, but he’s obviously one hundred percent sincere. For the first time since the fire, Peter feels life stir inside him, feels purpose. It’s kismet, clearly. He’ll never meet the child he would have had with Olivia. Instead he’s met this boy, this brilliant, determined, cynical child with a world of potential. Peter kneels down in front of him so they’re at eye level. “How do you feel about doing that together?”

Unexpected Results by pixieblade

What do you do when the people you are supposed to trust, betray you in the worst possible way? What would you do if someone offered you a way out?

Don't Fuss Over Me by Delightful_I_Am

Stiles has a pretty big secret. Peter helps him keep it.

Don't Savage The Messenge by exclamation

There is an uneasy truce between the werewolves in the woods and the humans who live in Beacon Hills, protected by a magical boundary that gives warning any time a werewolf crosses it. Then the sheriff is taken by the werewolves and his son offers himself in exchange. Stiles promises to serve the werewolf pack, not knowing what horrible use they might have for him. But it turns out his most useful skill is the ability to cross the boundary line between humans and werewolves. Life with the werewolves is nothing like he feared and the werewolves themselves are nothing like the hunters' stories would have him believe.

Quality Peter Time by lavenderlotion

At first, Peter had really just wanted to check in with the boy. But the more he thought of about the Spark, how he was suddenly part of his pack he couldn't help himself. So he insisted he take the boy shopping, he just wasn't counting on Stiles being so observant.

Eyes on Fire by Myulalie

When a rival pack goes after Scott and his friends, Stiles finds himself caught in the crossfire. With his subsequent turning to haunt him among other nightmares, Stiles has to learn how to control his new abilities and make something of a situation he never wanted for himself, much less with the tensions that linger in Beacon Hills since the awakening of the Nemeton. As he eventually figures out how to be a werewolf, he finally finds common ground with one Derek Hale, catching feelings as he goes. The unexpected alliance might be just what Beacon Hills needs to bring the established werewolf packs together once and for all.

When it Matters by DaisyBeats

Stiles accidentally calls Derek after he leaves the vet parking lot after Scott confronts Stiles about Donovan. Derek comes back for him

Baby, but my body's intact by Lord_potato

Stiles gives a weak shake in response. The protectiveness grows in him again -at this all, at the fact this man thinks he has the right to hurt Stiles, at the fact this man is going to send their bodies to Derek, at the fact he can't take Stiles' pain away- but he can't fight against the chains. or Stiles and Peter are kidnapped together

Let's get this on track by Lerya

Stiles knew that his options were limited when the world went to shit, too much of shit that he couldn't just talk his way out of. So he did the next best thing, use his magic to travel back to a time before any of this happened, hoping to get a move in to make sure that never happened. He should have known he wouldn't be alone in coming back.

Hung The Moon by BurnItAllClean (nrnyx)

Slowly Stiles got control of himself again. His heart calmed. His breathing evened out. The anger was gone. In its place, a bone-deep weariness settled. He couldn’t do this. He wouldn’t survive this.

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iamlazy13 · 26 days ago

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Hi! I love your recommendations, do you have any on time travel or parallel universes ?

Hi! Let's do both, both is good

Time Travel

A Second Chance by SlytherinDiplomat

When one clawed finger sinks deep into Stiles' skin, he does his best not to scream out in agony. He manages to only allow a pained whimper to escape his pale, chapped lips. The pain is hot and raw, but he knows that if he lets himself scream, it could tip off whatever is hunting them. So, he grinds his teeth, and he lets Derek carve into him like he is a human etch-a-sketch. A fix-it fic of sorts.

Across the Lake (Tarsainn an Locha) by Renmackree

On a backpacking trip through Scotland to celebrate college graduation, Stiles stumbles on a village shrouded in fog and mystery where the people dress and behave as if they are living four hundred years in the past… “Ye’re actually…” His voice was lighter than expected, but the brogue sent a shiver over Stiles’ spine as he spoke. “Ye’re here.” The man’s face was a mask of surprise, like he knew exactly who Stiles was and hadn’t expected to see him today– but Stiles didn’t know who he was. Had they met in a different town before? “Here I am, what are your other two wishes?” Stiles winked at the man, his voice just a bit flirtatious. “I like your kilt.”

speak of all that's been and all that won't by Daisyapples

Stiles stood in front of him; eyes wild, fists clenched, shoulders tense, but still. The stillness was what made Derek's hackles raise. Stiles was never still. "Stiles?" "Stuck in a time loop. Know where Erica and Boyd are. Need help saving them. Cora is alive and we need to save her too." Derek froze, right down to his marrow. The questions rose up like fish to the surface of the sea after throwing in a stick of dynamite; constant, floating, too many to count. He examined Stiles again; the stillness, the dark bags under his eyes he hadn't had yesterday and were evidence of more than one night's bad sleep, the hitch every third breath like he was just keeping it together. Stiles needed help. It was that simple. "Okay,” he said, making sure to temper his voice. Stiles wilted and crashed into Derek's chest, wrapping his arms around him for a quick moment before pulling back. Derek heard him mutter, every damn time, fuck, as he walked into the apartment.

Daybreak by TheObsidianQuill

"There . . ." Stiles swallowed and looked down at the bottle in his grasp as he slowly swirled the amber liquid inside. "There's really nothing left. For me. Everyone is . . . gone, and it feels like I haven't thought of tomorrow in years." His words rang in the air like a gunshot, he took another heavy drink. "I would trade every last breath I take to just have another shot—not even a guarantee, just a chance to make things right and bring back even one of them." The pack was gone. He had nothing left. He had no one. With nothing to lose, Stiles puts everything on the line to go back in time to try to prevent the future from becoming his past. Broken, guarded, and haunted by his past, only one overgrown-pup of a wolf seems able to get past his defenses. Changing the future? Easy. Finding a place for himself in the Hale Pack? Impossible.

Time To Say Goodbye by matildajones

Derek finds an older version of himself at his front door, along with Stiles, a boy from the future.

I Wanted to Do the Timewarp But Oh God Not Like This by CrimsonMoonn, ReformedTsundere

Witches are now officially Stiles’ least favorite. They suck. He hates them and their stupid human sacrificial rituals, and their stupid evil knives. Call him biased because one of said stupid knives is buried to the hilt in his chest, but Stiles doesn’t care. He’s bleeding out, lying in a bed of leaves and rocks, staring up at a canopy of trees and stars. Witches are the worst.

Misfire by mothlights, unpossible

"The debt must be repaid,” she says, and it has the weight of a vow. The words resonate through him, ringing through his ribcage and the bones of his jaw, and Stiles loses his breath and maybe his grip on reality because she draws herself upright and where there had once stood a supermodel-level MILF now there is Galadriel’s much hotter older sister, a Presence of unmistakable power in their ordinary, smells-vaguely-of-Thai-takeout hallway. “Oh shit,” Stiles says.

I'll be right back (in 24 years) by AnaIsFangirling (Ana_K_Lee)

When Derek thought about time travel – and he did, a lot – this was not what he'd had in mind. He'd thought he would see his younger self, tell him to leave Paige alone and NEVER trust Kate Argent. He'd thought he’d get to come back once that was done and everything would be perfect. He never imagined having to relive his entire life.

The Realities We Make by thebigoblin

"And they just kept coming, and we were losing. But then he came. Derek. Fangs bared. Eyes red.” Laura stops breathing. “Red?” “Alpha, my Alpha,” Stiles chants, reverence in his tone, and like he’s been called by it, Derek emerges from the forest, his white t-shirt riddled with bullet holes and arrow-tip grazes, the rest of him drenched in blood that makes Laura’s run cold. Her baby brother looks straight at her when he says, “It’s not mine. Mostly. I’ll heal.” He says it off-handedly, like it’s no matter. Like him fighting, and winning, and burning a human being alive is just a Thing he does.

Fly a Little Faster by mirrorkill

Everyone knows when you go back in time, you shouldn't step on an ant, just in case you accidentally kill your own grandparent or something. But what happens when you go back in time and, uh, accidentally interrupt the one event that apparently made the Grumpiest Alpha in Town into a ball of mindless manpain? Well, if Marty McFly can do it, so can Stiles Stilinski. All he has to do is get Derek and Paige to fall in love before he gets pulled back to his own time. And before he makes anything worse. That's easy as pie, right? Right?

My Name is Derek Hale by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

"What day is it?” Derek demanded. “What?” “The day! What day is today?!” Derek let Stiles go, but only so he could reach into his pocket and pull out his phone. He tapped at the home screen, and then went so perfectly still that Stiles was pretty sure this guy wasn’t human. No human could stand that still. When it was clear Derek wasn’t going to move again without some prompting, Stiles said, “It’s Wednesday.” “That’s impossible,” Derek whispered. “Not really, it comes around every seven days.” “This is impossible,” Derek said again, looking around himself, as if he was searching for something.

Stiles plans are the worst (the best) by Dashar

Stiles world ended when his pack died. It didn’t exactly come as a surprise. He had been running with wolves for so long that within hunters and monsters it was just a matter of time. It was a surprise when the world ended too. And Stiles… Well, he had to do something about that. “Time travel,” he said in neutral tone. “Yep,” said Stiles. “Werewolves,” said John pointing at the Hales. Peter Hale made his eyes glow blue and smiled at the sheriff. Somehow the fact that one of his arms was scarred from the fire made the image more threatening than it already was. “Yep,” said Stiles again. “And you have magical powers,” said John. “Yep.” The sheriff looked at the room once more and massaged his head. “I need more coffee.”

Unpredictable by Handsofred

Turning, Scott left Stiles standing there in the rain, the fat drops sliding down over his skin as he walked away, ignoring the shouts and begs that came from the teenager behind him. It was Stiles’ fault. Everything that had happened over the past few years, now that Scott thought about it, it all led back to Stiles. Every bad thing that has happened to him, every time he has gotten in to trouble, Stiles was right there by his side, guiding him through the motions which led to each downfall and scolding.

Burning House by 1jet2unknown, nottoolateforthegame

"Why am I here? What was the point of showing me all that? It’s not like it’s going to change anything!” You can change it. “How?!” You can change it if you go back. “Then take me back!” Stiles’s stomach lurched as the world tilted and stretched sideways.

Home by kaistrex (weishen)

After saving a genie from being confined to captivity in the latest round of chaos wreaked on Beacon Hills, Stiles’ unconscious wish for a future with Derek is temporarily granted when he wakes up in a universe where Derek is his husband. With the sudden reality he’s living too good to be true, he’s not sure how he’s supposed to trust that it’s really a vision of what was always destined to come – and, more importantly, how he’s supposed to get his Derek back home to agree to give the two of them a shot.

What did I say about Time Travel? by Schroder_Kid

Stiles has everything in life. Great job, loving husband and son, family. So why does he have a feeling it's all going to be ripped away? And why does he always have to be right? And how the hell did he end up back at 17, in his old house?

Time After Time by bleep0bleep

"It's okay," the guy says, "I'm Derek Hale. I'm from the future."

Parallel Universes

In Every Universe (I love you) by writteninthewolfstar

When a witch's spell goes wrong, Stiles is transported to another universe. One where he and Derek Hale are… married?!?! Now Stiles needs to figure out how to get himself back home… and how to get his own Derek to look at him like this.

If the ley lines you should follow by forestofbabel

And Derek just stood there, staring at Stiles like he was a ghost. “Dude, I know it’s been a while but you don’t have to look at me like you’re that surprised I’m hung over in the woods. It’s practically a tradition at this point.” “Stiles?” Derek whispered, the name falling from his lips like a punch to the gut. Stiles watched, confused, as Derek took a deep breath in and took a shaky step forward then back again. “You’re not- you can’t be. Who are you?”

Double Trouble by scatterglory

The Dereks face off across the small clearing he’d been running through, and Stiles realizes with a sick, sinking sensation that he’s not actually seeing double.

Brand New Day by Casey_K

Stiles wakes up in a very different world than the one he remembers falling asleep in, with his unrequited crush snuggled against him, people missing, and others…well, let's just say he's not 100% sure he wants to find out what's happened, or that he wants to go back to his own reality.

This or That, But Not Both by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

"You can’t have everything.” The man held up both hands. “Your family,” he said, lifting his right hand and lowering his left, “or your boyfriend,” he switched them around, lifting his left and lowering his right. “Balance. You can have this,” he motioned around the room, “or that.” He pointed to his left and space seemed to break apart, a portal opening and showing Stiles, sitting at his desk with one hand pulling at his hair, the other flipping pages in a book. “This, or that, but not both,” the Jumper said.

Where The Inevitable Isn't by Survivah

Stiles has a magical thingamajig that's supposed to get him out of danger. Trouble is, it took him really, really far out of danger. Like, to the point where he isn't in the same universe anymore. "A part of Stiles had been thinking that he’d come home, and just go, 'hey, Derek, are we mates and you just haven’t said anything about it?' and Derek would reply, 'now you mention it, we are indeed! Now come to my bedchamber, where we will have super hot sex and then cuddle after!'"

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iamlazy13 · 26 days ago

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Heyy there, I hope you're doing well! I was wondering if you could help me find a fic.

It was basically just straight up smut BUT from what I remember, the plot was something like "Derek teaching/training with stiles to be able to defend himself better." He was doing sit-ups and stuff, but the whole thing escalated into stiles, basically riding Derek on the floor or even the bench, I'm not sure. The reason why I remember it so well is bc DEREK was still making stiles do the exercises even while they were going at it. It left me SPEECHLESS

Hi! Is it this one?

Motivation by the_ragnarok

Stiles gets a workout.

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iamlazy13 · 26 days ago

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Hi I have been looking for this fic for 3 days, I have gone through every search I can imagine, sorted by kudos and gone down so many pages and I’m losing my mind so if there’s any chance you know it— Im not sure if I’m mixing 2 fics together or if it’s one

Stiles is working on some kind of sweetshop/bakery? And some of Derek’s younger siblings come in and he’s like, nope get out. Bc his younger siblings hate stiles bc stiles accidentally snitched on Derek when he started seeing Kate which got Derek sent away to spend time w horses or something? And maybe get therapy? And Derek is v grateful and the older siblings are also grateful bc like, he basically saved all of them, but the younger ones don’t really get it so they kinda bullied stiles in school or something? Like that was the set up I remember and then I can’t actually remember what the fic was about 😭

Hi! Is it this one? Bc it fits but I'm not sure and I SWEAR I've read this very recently...

Sweet Buns by skoosiepants

Stiles hasn’t seen Derek Hale this close up for over a decade. He looks almost exactly the same, except somehow he seems even bigger and broodier—criminally handsome, with soft-looking dark scruff, heavy brows, light hazel eyes. His gaze zeros in on Stiles almost immediately, and his scowl lightens minutely in what looks like surprise. Stiles is acutely aware that he has melted butter and cinnamon all over his face, and tries to surreptitiously wipe it with the ends of his sweater-sleeve. Or- The a/b/o bakery au with feelings

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/66324670

Hen Mama

Complete - 1,621 words

Stiles finds out the pack sees him as the mother hen.

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iamlazy13 · 26 days ago

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I keep having this random idea and I wanted to share the little plot bunny.

Stiles is a good little traditional omega after his mother dies because he’s hoping to gain his father’s approval and maybe some attention. I always like the idea of the sheriff not being very thrilled his son presented as an omega- mostly because he himself is a beta. The sheriff thinks Parrish is a good match for Stiles so Stiles is always coming to the station bringing lunch for them because he wants to make his dad happy/proud even though he doesn’t really feel anything for Parrish. One day he’s at the station when Derek is brought in handcuffed and maybe a little bloody from a fight. Stiles is instantly intrigued by him and Derek is already obsessed with him because he smells like his, smells like mate.

This reminded me greatly of this wonderful fic, minus the omegaverse part, but still delicious

Stars and Their Meanings by standinginanicedress

“You’re older,” Stiles begins counting, on his index, “you’re bad news,” on his middle, “you were recently accused of murder,” ring, “and we have not a damn thing in common,” his pinky. “I mean, come on. You just want to mess around with me if you want me at all.” “Mess around with you?” Derek shakes his head, like that blows his mind. “What is that supposed to mean?” Stiles waves his hand. “Like, ohh, you’re a bad boy, and I’m the Sheriff’s son, so it’s all so hot. I get it.”

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iamlazy13 · 28 days ago

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I absolutely love all the fic recommendations you give and I think you are an absolute angel for doing them. And I feel really bad for asking for some but I’ve been searching and I’m coming up short on them so I wanted to ask if you (or your follows because the suggestions they leave on other asks always so good!) know of any good Viking or medieval type of Sterek stories. Please and thank you so much!

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Hello, my love, here you are, hope you like these

Medieval

Under the Wide Blue Sky by zeit

Crown Prince Stiles returns home after many long months away commanding his father's armies. He doesn't feel he understands the true motives of his enemies, but having ended the battle for now, he turns his attention instead, albeit begrudgingly, to finding someone who might sit at his side someday when he assumes the throne. His childhood affection for Sir Derek blooms anew when the man accompanies his younger sister, Lady Cora, to the capital to be presented as a formal suitor for Stiles's hand in marriage.

Weaving Peace, Stitch My Heart by Susihukka, wanderingeyre

After a generation of a devastating war, the countries of Triskel and Astoria have come to a peace agreement. The only son of Astoria, Stiles, will offer himself as a Peaceweaver in marriage to the second oldest child of Triskel, Derek. Stiles is nervous but excited to meet his new husband and start a family. Unfortunately, for Stiles, his intended wants nothing to do with him.

A Princely Knight by Dexterous_Sinistrous

He would stand by Stiles’ side, a constant shadow of protection until his death. A life for a life, one worth much more than an orphan turned thief turned royal guard could comprehend. In truth, Derek saw the one person he would gladly give his life for, because Stiles made this world better. ~*~ Or, Stiles is a prince and Derek is his knight.

Wolf Winter by DarkAthena (seraphim_grace)

Stiles is the legitimate omega son of King Deucalion, tricked by his brother Theo into running away he is trapped, ruined and unable to return home he finds himself stuck, captured as a poacher by the infamous Hale clan he claims sanctuary in their small chapel and Peter puts him to work, with Derek just returned from the crusades he needs a new healer and the only option they've got is the boy in the chapel who is pretending to be a beta

The White Hart of Winter by DarkAthena (seraphim_grace)

Sent to marry the Hale Beast Stiles finds himself alone in a castle left to ruin and watched over by Kate Argent, who he thinks is sleeping with his new husband and seems determined to destroy him.

A Devotion by TroubleIWant

There’s a boy exiting the doors as they approach. Where Derek is tan from hours outside, the boy is pale except for a few beauty marks on one cheek. He’s dressed in fine riding clothes, and flanked by a guard wearing the sign of the royal house. A noble, then. He’s younger than Derek, but, considering his higher station, a bow would be appropriate. Despite that, Derek can’t help looking curiously at the boy, who’s looking back at Derek with just as much interest. For a moment, their eyes meet - the boy’s are a deep amber in the sunlit courtyard, ringed by long, tawny lashes. A gloved hand smacks the back of Derek’s head and he instinctively flinches away, hunching his shoulders. He loses track of the other boy as they pass one another, and as he turns to get another look, the knight grabs his shoulder and marches him forward into the stable. “Keep your eyes to yourself,” the knight instructs. “And next time, show the proper respect to Crown Prince Stiles.” Or: A medieval AU that's a little Princess Bride, a little bit more Game of Thrones, and a healthy side-serving of gay erotica.

The Thorns of a Rose by Dexterous_Sinistrous

"You have your mother’s eyes,” Peter suddenly commented, his tone light in his observation. Stiles stiffened at the mention of his mother. “Honest eyes,” Peter added as an afterthought. “Sunlit like the golden embers of coal burning in a forge.” Stiles turned a soured expression on Peter. “Have you a point?” He asked. “Many men have struggled to have those eyes even spare them a glance,” Peter simply stated. “An honest but naive treasure that managed to fool a dragon.” He placed the crown on Stiles’ head, amused when the boy immediately pushed away from him once the ornament was in place. “Hopefully those eyes can fool the Seven Kingdoms into thinking you could love a wolf.”

an exaltation of larks by llassah

There are times when he feels as if they could fall into bed together, easy as breathing. If Stiles were not highborn, if he were an omega without connections, Derek would be sorely tempted. As it is, he resists. Derek wants, he yearns, but he resists. Still, the sight of Stiles in his cot is enough to test him, even now that it is familiar. At the end of each lambing season, he sleeps for a week, worn down by months of hard work, of relentless struggle. He doesn’t know how he’ll feel by the time Stiles leaves, how he’ll feel after long days and longer nights spent resisting the insistent tug of Stiles’s scent and the inclinations of his own foolish heart. All Derek wants is to get through the lambing season with his body and spirit intact. He had thought that the blizzards would be the main danger, not a highborn omega with beautiful eyes and a stubborn streak.

The Light in the Woods by DiscontentedWinter

To honour a treaty with the people of a strange land, Derek Hale, prince of the kingdom of Triskelion, has to marry Stiles.

bend bridges, mend bones by Thealmostrhetoricalquestion

They burst through the portal in a gust of stale air and violet light, landing hard on the outskirts of a swamp. Stiles feels his knees buckle, both from the magic required to keep the portal open and from the force of their landing, but he grits his teeth, determined to stay standing in the presence of Derek Hale and his pack. Christ, it would be just his luck to rocket through his own portal at neck-breaking speeds and collide face-first with a puddle of sticky, disgusting mud. Thankfully that doesn’t happen, which is good because Stiles can’t really afford to add useless to the list of things that Mage’s are; untrustworthy cowards, meddlers, monsters. (In which there's an awful lot of fighting, people learn to trust people, and Stiles saves the day. Repeatedly. Over and over again. And he would like some credit, goddamnit, Derek.)

The Demands of Duty by Reiya_Wakayama

With the threat of war hanging over them, Stiles and his people are caught in the middle and must chose a side before they get smashed between both and with the threat of winter and a bad harvest weighing them down, he must chose quickly.

Deflowered by astrugglingstoic

In which there is a prince, a knight, sequential sword fights, and an anecdote about pressed flower petals.

If I die before my time, bury me upside down by ElisAttack

The boy is all of sixteen years old, a too large crown of gold resting on his head. The boy is sixteen years old, and Derek knows he would die for him. Or the one where Stiles is a young King, barely holding onto power, and Derek is his most trusted knight.

The Vow of a Wolf by Dexterous_Sinistrous

"There’s a boy with alabaster skin, scattered with moles,” Jennifer explained as she thought about Stiles. “With large, dove-like eyes. He’s accompanied by this wolf—the one with fur as black as the night they travel by.” “Is it the boy or the wolf you want dead?” The hunter questioned. “Kill the boy before you end the wolf’s life,” Jennifer commanded. “Let the wolf smell the blood of the boy it loves. Let it howl in pain before you end it.” “Yes, my lady,” the hunter dutifully answered.

For the Love of The Game (It Made Me Love You) by Quirky_chemist

Stiles tugs on the arm braces of his armor, tightening the leather straps so that they were snug and in place. Scott was watching him with worried eyes as he finishes suiting up for the tournament. Every few minutes he would mumble under his breath about how Stiles’ father would kill him if he found out what they were doing. It was easy enough to fake the papers needed for an unknown knight from a rarely heard of territory, especially when you had the resources that Stiles did. He would ride as his true identity, but none would ever ride against him. Knowing that he was royalty, every knight would quickly and surely send one of their men to cover their shield with a white flag in withdrawal. It was an annoying truth that Stiles could not deny.

Moon Tribe Battles by 3rdgenderfromthesun

Derek was an alpha and a general of the Moon Tribe and he was fierce and unfaltering. This war had been going on for generations and Derek had grown up with blood beneath his claws. Beyond the stench of death, blood, gunpowder, and crackling magic was the unbelievably alluring scent of Derek's mate.

Faoladh by 3rdgenderfromthesun

Prince Stiles has always been in love with the legend of the Faoladh- skin walkers who use the pelt of wolves to transform into their feral counterparts- but he never imagined he would be kidnapped in order to lure out the supposedly mythical creatures. The legends said that they found and returned lost children to their families and guarded the woods surrounding his father's kingdom, but Stiles was long past being a child when a dark furred Faoladh came to his rescue.

When All the Pieces Fit BY NARKOTIKA

"Does he even realize? With the cooking and cleaning andandand—now this fucking baby?" Isaac fumes. Said baby waves its fist in the air, and Stiles bends to haul him onto a hip. The baby babbles something and Stiles nods his head with complete seriousness, as if everything out of its mouth is perfectly sensible and coherent. Then the kid starts mouthing at Stiles' nipple through his dress and everyone goes dead silent. "I'm going to wife him so hard," Ethan announces, and they all break out into argument over who has the best chance at mating the boy in the river.

Under the Golden Moon BY NARKOTIKA

Derek doesn't know how long he sits in his wolf skin, on his haunches, observing Stiles as the sunbeams slant through the trees and cast slashes of light across the omega's willowy form. The boy has his feet in the water, a babe on his hip, a bright smile on his face as the other younglings splash around and soak his garb. The creamy skin of his thighs peek out from the slits running down the sides of his draping skirt, and Derek has never wanted anything more than he wants this beautiful being of the woods.

also these are vaguely medieval so there

Incandescent

"You are trying to court our alpha,” sang Lydia. “Surely you realize that he does not reciprocate.” “He doesn’t stop it.” There was no point in lying. Paige was courting Derek. She would be a fool not to. “He doesn’t care to.” Lydia arched her thin eyebrow. “Why do you think he’s still searching for his mate, hmm? Why didn’t he stop once you were here? You think you can annoy him into sleeping with you?” Lydia laughed. “He is a born wolf, darling. He will not fuck you if you are not his.”

your fangs against my skin (the sound of your bones)

This was it, then, huh? It was that easy for Derek to invite someone to his den. Someone other than Stiles. He healed the wolf. Stiles killed his tormentor, mended his blood and bones, and let him sleep beside him. But none of it was enough. He wasn’t a spark, after all, but a witch — evil and alone, locked up in his tower. Witches didn’t get happy endings.

Resistance

How dare the wolf taste those lips, hold him, panting and soft, trembling and eager, so close to his chest? How dare he? Jordan could not move, even if he wanted to. The slick sounds of their kiss, of tongues sliding softly against one another, bitten-off moans, and muffled mewls interspersed with crackling fire — it was hell for him. Stiles was everything Jordan dreamed he would be in a moment like this — he moved just right, arched so beautifully, bared his throat, and grabbed the hand that pressed to his stomach, keeping it there. His smell seeped across the tent, sweeter than ever before and deadly because of it. Jordan’s eyes stung, his fists clenching the cold sheets. Yet, he could not even take a proper breath, for everything smelled of him. For three years, Jordan told himself to resist. Three years of catching Stiles only for the omega to seep from his fingers. Years without ever holding his waist like Jordan wanted to. A month was all it took for Stiles to give it to the wolf.

Viking

Open Seas and Boundless Skies by violet_vengeance

Stiles has been used and abused by his step-brother for more years than he can count. In a final act of cruelty, Stiles is traded away to a fearsome Viking warrior. Little does Stiles know that this strange and brutish man may just be the start of his freedom.

A house without kindness by DarkAthena (seraphim_grace)

Driven to the far north by hunters Derek finds shelter in the snow

like the old gods

A wolf in the woods, a raven in the sky. (fenrir!derek)

The Downed Dragon by orangecrow

A thunderous crash brings viking werewolf Derek Hale to the edge of his pack's lands four days before the last autumn moon.

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'-anyway, enough about me,' over the phone peter says, even though usually when it comes to peter it never seems to be about anything but him, 'how have you been?'

how has derek been?

the question has derek thinking of late friday night drives to a little cuban food truck that's open 24-7 three counties south. windows rolled down, music blasting, feet up on the passenger dash board that he constantly has to reach over to knock off even though he secretly doesn't mind all that much.

he thinks of the early morning coffee shop stops he makes to order sugar loaded monstrosities he used to stick his nose up at but are now worth ordering because he gets to see that warm sleepy smile.

derek thinks of how he gets to hear how he himself is the one reason why that warm sleepy smile wakes up so early in the morning and even though that smile says it as if it's a complaint - how if it wasn't for derek it would sleep in until the very last minute but derek just has to be a morning person making it his coworkers problem - the smiles admitted before it's glad for the early morning company so

he thinks of that sleepy smile kissing his cheek with thick plump lips and 6 am sunshine gratitude after all of its bitching and moaning.

derek thinks about how he hasn't felt this young in a very long time.

'ive been good.'

peter makes a noise - a scoff more like - as if something unbelievable has happened. 'oh now, is this my nephew derek hale? derek who i have to call constantly because he wouldn't give me the time of day derek? derek who would rather die than say anything positive ever at all? is this that derek hale?'

if this was a month ago - hell probably a week ago - derek wouldn't have felt anything about these comments, let alone care, but now he does feel a bit bad.

and when derek realizes this he curses thick plump lips and 6 am sunshine gratitude.

it's all stiles' fault hes feeling sentimental towards peter of all people.

'my dad's the only family i have left, hell yeah i talk to him every day. i know you complain about how annoying he is - but unless he's a raging pile of shit - you should talk to your uncle. you'll regret it one day if you don't.' stiles said.

and stiles is right, derek of all people should know this.

so here derek is. answering a call he used to decline every other day for the sake of his sanity and patience.

but peter lost his family too. derek's the only one, besides cora, he has left.

and his uncle really isn't all that bad if you look past the over inflated ego and constant teasing.

god derek can be such a dick.

'yeah alright, i get it. ill try calling more.'

'…this doesn't sound like you, what's going on?'

what's going on is derek's parked outside his house sitting in his car and winding down from the amazing day he and stiles had with each other.

stiles wanted to take pictures of the beach for a project his third graders are working on. they drove over 2 hours to get to the nearest one. they loaded up on everything they would need before the trip but stiles still found excuses to stop at gas stations on the way there.

'for memories sake derek! and also for gummy worms, i forgot the gummy worms.' 'i don't know, i just wanna take a picture of that gas pump. you don't see old gas pumps like that anymore.' 'we should get a california key chain, like the ones tourists buy. i want one that says derek, we won't find one that says stiles but we'll get you whichever S name we can find.' (the S name was stan. stiles gagged at it but still made derek buy it and put it on his key chain.)

the beach they went to wasn't popular, it was too rocky, had too many cliffs but it was still very beautiful. stiles took so many pictures.

and when they look back on them later they'll remember why the one of a bright red crab looks crooked and off balanced is because while taking it stiles slipped on a piece of seaweed that had derek running over to make sure he didn't crack his head open because the fall was hard.

they'll remember the one of the older couple holding hands and laughing made stiles tear up because like he said 'older couples being that happy and in love are always very sweet.'

they'll remember the picture of the frightening wave that was at least 15 feet tall happened after derek told stiles he loved him for the very first time.

the confession just slipped out, random but heart crushingly honest. must have been the salt water breeze and sharp seagull cries.

so what's going on is moving back to beacon hills and deciding to be a security guard for beacon elementary was the best decision he's ever made in his life and now that derek finally feels like he can breathe again, derek also realizes he's been a shit nephew.

stiles and his father have such a good relationship, derek wants something like that too.

and that starts with answering his pain in the ass uncles phone calls.

'i met a guy.' derek says.

'oooh well if this guy is getting you to call and actually speak with me then thank heavens for this guy. tell me more!'

so derek does.

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do you know of any cheerleader fics? either stiles, derek, or both of them being a cheerleader?

Hi! Here are a few ❤

cheer up, babe by graveltotempo, SpringlockedSpectre

He was the basketball captain. And he was a cheerleader. Can I make it any more clear? OR: Derek Hale thought he had his crush on Stiles Stilinski under control. And then Stiles decided to show up to school in a skirt.

Bring It On by marguerite_26

When the Beacon Hills lacrosse team made a bet with the Beacon Hills cheerleading squad, Stiles should have recognized the smirks on the girls' faces and stopped the whole thing right there.

Maybe We Could Dance by In_Over_My_Head

"Stiles, get over here!” Flailing, he spun on his heel, searching for Lydia. He knew it was her who yelled, would know that voice anywhere. Seeing her standing in the center of the quad with a bunch of other cheerleaders, he took a deep breath before heading her way. High school had been a series of embarrassing boners and stuttered words when it came to her. College wasn’t much better, minus the boner issue that he’d gotten under control…mostly. Around halfway through his junior year of high school, he’d realized that the random boners that he attributed to just being a teenager were actually because of the hot guys in his classes. Like in high school, Lydia was still surrounded by pretty people, both male and female, so whatever it was that was about to happen would have a very attractive audience. Hopefully, he could get away quickly before he made too much of an ass of himself.

Chemistry of Some Kind

"I don’t like him,” Derek growled, ignoring Isaac’s disbelieving scoff. “I just think he has no right being so loud and what the hell is up with the outfit?” Erica shot him an obvious look, gesturing down at her own. Derek rolled his eyes. “That’s different.” “Is it?” Isaac asked mildly, attention fixed on the orange he was trying and failing to peel. “Or is it because whenever you catch the sight of Stilinski in a crop top on the court, you trip over your own feet and lose the ball?”

i'd let you had i known it (why don't you say so?) by somepeoplearewild

Derek is a cheerleader. Stiles is a cheerleader. Stiles demands to have the option to wear the same uniform as the girls and ropes Derek into it for solidarity.

2, 4, 6, 8, Who's Gunna Get The Date? by rebekahdarian

The five times a cheerleader asked Derek out on a date, and the one time he said yes.

Three cheers for Stiles's dick! by TheBeastsWrite (orphan_account)

Derek just looks so good in his Cheerleading outfit, Stiles can’t help but slip into the changing room before Derek’s practice and have his wicked way with his boyfriend. (Also I’m gonna say Derek looks like canon young!derek in this because that twink would look damn good in a skirt let’s be real here.)

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Bedtime Books and Brews

Teen Wolf | Sterek | General | 3,160 words

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Derek wrote an entire book because of a crush and will now win the cutes getting together story ever. He would agree to if he didn’t have to recount the story on a popular talk show while trying not to turn a million shades of read.

It all felt so cliche. How many times could you hear about how someone’s neighbors were being too loud so they went to work at a coffee shop/book store/library and ended up falling for the cute employee? Well, you’d have to hear it at least one more time is you wanted to know how Derek fell in love with Stiles.

His apartment was so loud. The couple next door just had a baby. They also either adopted a poltergeist or a cat, he wasn’t sure which, that liked to yowl at random and knocked thing off shelves constantly. It made Derek feel very thankful for his own cat, even if he would glare at Derek as if the noise were his fault.

Derek remember the frist time he told Stiles the cat’s name and how scandalized he was by it.

“You named your cat Darcy,” Stiles asked in object horror.

“What’s wrong with his name? It’s from—”

“Ya, ya. From Pride and Prejudice, which is the correct name to pick from that book, by the way, but that’s not a cat’s name!” Stiles was never still, even standing in place, he was waving and gesturing as he talked. “Cat names are– like– Cardboard or Salami or Shit Head or Cornelius.”

“Do you have a cat,” Derek asked and Stiles whipped out his phone.

“I have two,” he showed Derek a picture. “The grey one is Porkchop and the orange one is Abraham de Lacy Giuseppe Casey Thomas O'Malley,” Stiles said proudly.

Derek just stared at Stiles, who was trying very hard not to laugh. “The cat from Aristocats?”

“He is Thomas O’Malley the alley cat! Respect his title,” Stiles joked.

See, the trouble was, Derek did his best writing at night, meaning there weren’t that many places he could escape to for peace and quiet at nine in the evening. Maybe that was for the best, thought, because when he looked up open coffee shops, he found a little hideaway by the name of ‘Bedtime Books and Brews’.

It was a small, cluttered store but it made it feel inviting rather than hectic. With floor to ceiling book shelves, vining plants, and little reading nooks that were cut into the book shelves themselves, there were plenty of places to sit in the quiet and write. The dark green of the walls continued up to the ceiling where the usual harsh LED lights had been replaced with something softer.

Derek found himself sitting among the classics where a high, locked shelf held special editions. The small table he settled at had a lamp that was meant to look like a candle but was just bright enough to see. He set his laptop on the table and set his notebook to the right. He carefully set out a pencil, a black pen, and an eraser. He looked to make sure he had each color of pen in his pencil pocket, each color corresponding to a different draft. Once everything was set, he only needed to write.

Clicking through ideas and drafts, he tried to find something that drew him in, something he wanted to write. Even if it was just a line or two or a random scene he’d fit in later but nothing came.

Really, he needed to keep working on the next book in his mystery series, the series’s fanbase was up in arms about the cliffhanger of the last book– his main character had come home to find their entire house had be emptied while they were gone and their best friend missing. The trouble was, he wasn’t even sure how the cliffhanger should be sated.

Sure, he knew what was supposed to happen and he’d been dropping small hints about it in previous books– the best friend was planted in the character’s life by the same organization that had ruined the character’s family business and framed his mother for it. He just… he couldn’t get the words out of his head other than to jot down the plot. So, there he was, looking for inspiration.

“Hey, welcome in,” a voice said and Derek looked up from his computer.

Standing at the end of the isle of shelves was a tall man in a baggy, worn band-t with a flannel over shirt, jeans and beat-up sneakers. He had a pair of wired earbuds with only one in. He looked to be around Derek’s age, somewhere in his mid to late twenties, with messy brown hair and a bright smile even in the dim light.

“Sorry, if I startled you. I’m Stiles and, uh, if you want coffee or want to know where anything is, I’ll be in the back at the counter,” He said, pointing at the register deeper into the store, and Derek nodded. “I, uh, also have hot tea and hot chocolate if that’s more your speed. And I just picked up some decaf coffee too, so I can make that. There’s also some cookies and brownies and banana bread too. If you like bananas, you’ll have to tell me how it tastes because it’s a new recipe…” He twisted his loose earbud between two fingers, fidgeting as he stood. “I’ll, uh… I’ll let you get back to whatever you were doing. Ya, I’m Stiles so just let me know if I can do anything for you.”

Stiles wandered away, mumbling something that Derek couldn't hear.

With the brief interruption gone, Derek was once again left looking at a blank document. If he could just write something– one sentence– he’d feel better. Just something.

He closed his laptop and sighed. Looking around him again, his eyes caught on a large set of vines hanging down the shelves to his right. All of the hanging vines were coming from a single plant. He carefully touched the leaf, surprised that it was real. There were plants scattered amongst the shelves and he wondered if they were all real and how they survived in the dark space.

Derek stood, looking at the different editions of the stories he loved. He smiled when he found a copy of The Prince and the Pauper. His mother had read it to him when he was younger. She was a college English professor and had raised each of her kids with a love of reading.

Derek had loved books for as long as he could remember. He’d never quite fit in as a kid so he found his greatest escape in the other worlds people created and dreamed of creating his own. In a book, he didn’t have to figure out what other people were thinking or how things he said would effect them. He could find patterns and foreshadowing to know what was next.

He wandered into the mystery section, curious to see if he could find his own name in the rows. He was still surprised and excited to find his own books in stores, even if his series had seen its five minutes of fame on social media– his friend Erica had sent him a video of people in a book recommendation group she was a part of ranting and raving about the first book. Sure enough, he came across his books on the shelf.

He was surprised to see not just his series but a few of his stand alone novels. His face and ears turned pink at the discovery. Someone had purposely ordered his work, not just picking the popular releases.

“Are you a fan?”

Derek jumped, face burning red when he turned and saw Stiles next to him.

This close, he could see Stiles’s face better. He could see the littered freckles and moles, the way the light cough in his brown eyes, his thick eyelashes, his fill lips. Derek’s heart jumped, doing nothing to help the red of his face. God, he felt like a stupid teenager.

Stiles laughed, “sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” He smiled, staring to put away the books in his arms. “Just putting some new arrivals away and I noticed you looking. The Fortune Lost series is one of my friends’ favorites at the moment. What did you think of the second book’s cliffhanger?”

“Have you read them,” Derek asked nervously. He really didn't like people in his day to day life knowing he'd written the series. He’d only told a few of his close friends and his family.

“Well, not exactly,” Stiles said, rubbing the back of his neck. “I got the double-whammy of ADHD and Dyslexia so I usually wait for an audio book but Lydia, she's totally hooked and she'll explain what happens so she can rant to me.

“But you have a bookstore?”

“Ya and there’s a whole section of books with that font that’s meant to help dyslexic people. It’s crazy that they don’t print every book in like that. The first time I saw it in an actual print book was Percy Jackson and it’s so cool the difference it makes. If only there was a font that would help with my inability to finish a series cause, you know, you finish it and it’s like losing the characters but I guess that’s what fanfiction’s for, right?”

Derek nodded, “it is. So you can tell your own version.”

“Man, I wish I could write stories like that,” Stiles said, putting away the last few books he was holding. “I always end up in a mess of words and bad explanations and nothings in the right place. I think a toddler could tell a story better. It really sucks, too, because– you know how people will, like tell themself a story to get to bed– I’ve been making up stories and details about the same world in my head since I was, like, five. I mean, I made up detailed magic systems and what money they use and the way people look and how they talk and their jobs and the creatures they keep and—” Stiles glanced at Derek and cut himself off. “Sorry, I know you don’t really care. I tend to ramble. Do you want coffee or tea or…”

But Derek did care. He did want to know more, but how could he ask with out seeming weird? “What kind of tea do you have?”

Stiles smiled and waved for Derek to follow him up to the counter.

“I like that you don’t play music,” Derek said as he followed Stiles to the coffee bar.

“Huh? Oh, ya. I think must people prefer to listen to their own music anyway, especially if they’re working in the shelves so It just ends up getting distracting. Plus, not everyone likes the same music and my music doesn’t really fit the chill, cozy vibe,” Stiles explain, rounding the counter. “Anything specific you like? Or don’t like? Or are allergic too?”

“I don’t like green tea.”

“Oh, I’m totally with you there,” Stiles agreed with a laugh. “Actually, I think I have one you’ll like.” He opened a cabinet and started to move boxes of tea. He finally grabbed a bag of loose leaf tea and showed it to Derek. “They named it ‘The Fox and the Wolf’ but it’s a cinnamon and raspberry black tea. Interested?”

“Sure,” Derek said and Stiles turned to start fixing his cup.

Derek tried to find the right way to ask about the fantasy world Stiles had been talking about but it sounded weird however he worded it. He repeated the question in different ways in his head, trying to find one that sounded better.

“I really like this tea,” Stiles said, scooping some of the leaves into a bag and starting the kettle. “I got it a ren fair the first time and now I order it off their website. I actually get emails from them every time they restock because they know it’s one of my favorites. I usually end up buying, like, three bags at a time because I’ll get on these kicks where I won’t drink anything else and water is water, you know?”

Derek nodded. “Sometimes I’ll go days where the only thing I can eat are arepas.”

Stiles smiled at Derek. “I do too! But, like, with fettuccine alfredo from this awesome pasta place off tenth street. They know my order as soon as they read my name!”

“I go to the same bakery every Saturday for breakfast and get the same thing every time.”

“I love being a regular at places like that because they know you and then they start to care and it’s a fun little conversation every time you go in.” the kettle beeped and Stiles poured Derek’s tea and set it in front of him. “Hey, maybe this can be a regular thing,” he said. “Ah, but not worries if not! Do you want some banana bread?”

“No, this is good,” Derek said. “My name’s Derek.”

“Like the author,” Stiles asked.

Derek nodded. Had Stiles figured out he was the author Derek Hale?

“That’s pretty funny. Is that why you started reading his books?”

“I guess,” Derek mumbled. “Do you… Do you want to tell me about your fantasy world? Since you can’t write it…”

Stiles paused, his smile growing bigger. “Really? You want to know about it?” Derek nodded and and Stiles laughed. “Wow, uh, ya. Where to start? So there’s a bunch of character in the story and they all have really detailed backstories about how they end up meeting. My favorite backstory is definitely Henrik because his family are all able to understand animals and they became the more prolific magical animal trainers– I mean, duh, they can communicate with them– but he can’t do that. He has, like, no magical ability and it totally ended up causing him to be seen as less capable so he decides to train a dragon because even his family won’t attempt to train dragons out of fear.”

Derek sat and listened to Stiles. He asked questions and picked out his favorite parts. Derek found himself wanting to hear more. He wanted to know everything. He sat and listened for so long that someone came in to take Stiles’s place.

“Hey, man,” the guy said, patting Stiles on the shoulder as he rounded the counter. “Shift change time.”

“It’s two already,” Stiles asked and Derek was just as surprised.

“Ya, bro. Two in the morning, meaning it’s time for you to leave,” the other guy said. “Go home and get some sleep or you’re going to die later.”

It only took once for Derek to get hooked– on the story, on the store, on the tea, on Stiles– and he started coming back. After a few days, He figured out that Stiles worked from seven pm to two am Tuesday through Saturday and the shop was closed on Monday nights.

Every night, Stiles would tell Derek about a character or a backstory or some hyper specific detail he’d made up in the years he’d spent daydreaming about this world. Derek wasn’t sure when it happened but he started making notes after Stiles would leave.

He would use his forest green pen and writing down everything he remembered as he sat in the classic literature section with the candle-lamp on.

Then his notes turned into stories. The first one he wrote was Henrik’s backstory. If he ran into a detail he wasn’t sure about, Derek would make a note of it, highlight it in the document in green and would ask Stiles. He wanted to put Stiles’s story into words for him. He wanted to bring everything Stiles fantasized about to life. Derek was sure by the time he was done, even Tolkien would be impressed by the detail given to the world.

Derek really hadn’t intended for it to become a book– he was a mystery writer, not a fantasy writer– but it had. Each chapter switched between Stiles’s characters, telling each of their stories until they met.

He put Stiles’s name before his as the author. In the preface, he explained how the book had come to be, that Stiles gave him every detail and he just made it readable. Then he printed it out.

He printed out eight hundred seventy two pages and then he had it bound.

Derek didn’t know how much time he’d spent on it, how long he’d talked to Stiles in the year since they met, how long he’d spent figuring out with fonts were best for dyslexia, or why he’d gone so far with it. What he did know is that he put Stiles’s fantasy world on paper in a way he’d be able to read it.

He knew he wanted to make Stiles happy and that was enough.

The next day that Stiles worked, Derek changed his routine. He didn’t go to the classics section. He didn’t put out his computer or his notebook. He didn’t set out his pens or spent an hour writing. No, he walked right to the counter where Stiles was labeling books.

“Hey Der!” Stiles smiled at him, checking the time to see if he’d lost track, but he hadn’t. Derek was changing his routine, the one he’d set in stone over the past year. “Something’s different. Care to share,” he asked, noticing how nervous Derek looked.

He didn’t answer. Instead, he opened his backpack and pulled out the manuscript, setting it in front of Stiles.

“What’s this,” he asked, looking at the book. His smile fell as he read the authors’ names. “This is crazy, I’ve never written anything and I’ve definitely never written anything with Derek Hale!”

Derek took a breath. “You didn’t write it but I did.” He reached over, flipping the book to the preface. “These are your stories, the ones you’ve been telling me. You told me how they should go, down to the smallest detail, and I wrote them out.” He took a breath. “I’m Derek Hale. I wrote Foggy grave, Coriander and Lye, and the fortune lost series. When you found me looking at my books on the shelf, I just wanted to see if they were there. And I may have written this but they’re your stories.”

Stiles flipped through the book, looking at his stories. He read his thought out to paper. Every word, every detail, every random detail had been fit in. Things that couldn’t be worked into the body of the story were written as epigraphs st the start of chapters.

“This is— this may be the best thing anyone has ever done for me. Like, this is proposal level shit. Like, I’d be an idiot not to— Date me? Marry me? You made my literal dream into a book!”

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hey do you have any werewolf courting fic recs for like sterek or any mlm pairing? i love those. 🥺🥺

Hi! I only do recs for sterek fics, so here you go

The Baddest Motherfucker In the Valley by ShieldOfIron

It had started weeks ago. At first, they’d thought it was a dog or a cat. Stiles just helped his dad clean the rabbits off the porch. Next came the deer. That wasn’t so bad, though Stiles still refused to eat the meat that his dad had brought back from the butcher. Then came a mountain lion. A grizzly fucking bear.

The Courting Dilemmas of a Spark and a Werewolf Prince by greenleaf

Talia smiled calmly. “I am well aware that you are not a werewolf, my darling, but I thought this would be the best reading material for you to use as reference. After all, how would you know how to act during a courting ritual if you do not study it?” “But I don’t… I’m not…” Stiles narrowed his eyes at her. “Are you setting me up with someone?” Talia rolled her eyes at him. “Don’t be obtuse, my darling. Why would I set you up with someone –” “Oh, well, that’s good, because–” “–when I have a son who is already perfectly enamored with you?”

Camping & Bonding by Takara_Phoenix

Stiles thinks the pack should go camping, as a bonding exercise. Much to his surprise, Derek agrees with his plan. So the pack goes off into the mountains to camp together. Only after assigning the tents does Stiles question if it really was that good of an idea to share a tent with his Alpha, considering the giant crush he has on Derek…

All I Do (Is Sit And Think About You) by Noname109

The three times Stiles was oblivious, and the one time he figured it out. Or how Stiles figures out how to court a werewolf unintentionally.

be everything that you need by EvanesDust

[excerpt] Stiles could feel Derek's gaze on him. It was like a physical touch, and when he looked over his shoulder, he smirked. Derek's eyes were dark, flared with heat. "See something you like?" Stiles asked, a teasing lilt to his voice. Derek pressed against his back, kissing his shoulder before turning Stiles in his arms. "You know I do."

Enamor Me by crossroadswrite

In which Derek sneakily woos Stiles and doesn't expect him to notice. He keeps catching himself doing these little things and he doesn’t know why. Except that’s a complete lie. He knows exactly what he’s doing and why he’s doing it. He likes Stiles. For whatever reason he likes him. Like, wants to be the best version of himself he possibly can because that’s what Stiles deserves likes him.

how to court a werewolf by graveltotempo

Stiles accidentally begins a courtship with Derek. Wary at first, the werewolf accepts, and Stiles ticks off all the boxes of a traditional Hale werewolf courting - oblivious to the whole thing. Because of course he is. Peter thinks the entire thing is hilarious. Cora thinks that they deserve each other. (spoiler alert: they do)

you are an obsession (i am your possession) by EvanesDust

Once Derek catches that tantalizing scent, he can’t stay away. Stiles. Derek’s completely enthralled by him. Obsessed. But all he can do is stand in the shadows, watching and waiting. Until he can make Stiles his, that is. And when that happens, Derek will never let him go.

Hung The Moon by BurnItAllClean (nrnyx)

Like any other day by Gotta_seduce_the_Rainbow

Everything’s a bit shit. Not only couldn’t Stiles afford to go to college right after high school, he also lost his best friend to the cool kids. Him and Scotty hadn’t been talking for a while, and now Scott had left Beacon Hills with the rest of those lucky bastards. With all their savings spent on his dead mother’s medical bills, Stiles is forced to stay behind and work in a shitty store by a shitty gas station. Life crawls by, so does the first summer fresh out of high school, when none other turns up at the gas station than Derek Hale. Derek Hale, who had been gone for about 15 years after his family died in that fire, only manages to ask Stiles for a book recommendation, before he is already arrested for murder. After that spectacular homecoming he is sure to be the talk of the town. This story is set in a canon divergence alternative universe, where Stiles never found out about werewolves. Now that Derek is back in town, he plans on courting clueless Stiles since they are mates. The way it turned out, it's mostly fluff and smut and slice of life, because I wanted to give these characters some peace (and write in some kinks of mine).

How (Not) to Court a Spark by Michicant123, wanderingeyre

Derek spent the past three months planning, agonizing, and coming to a conclusion. His mom was progressive about many things but she was a traditionalist about courting. She drilled it into all of her children that finding someone you could imagine standing beside in a dangerous world was a precious discovery, especially for an Alpha. Derek wants to make choices that would make his mother proud. It took him a long time to become an Alpha that was even a quarter of what his mother had been. So much of that was because Stiles never gave up on him. It was time Derek courted Stiles Stilinski.

Deer For My Dear by TheSleepyOne

Stiles was not mad at Derek per say. It was hard to be mad at the wolf now that he was getting the help he needed. Derek really does try his best these days. No, Stiles wasn't mad. He was just disappointed.

It's Called Courting by AMatchInWater

Stiles has a crush on Derek and refuses to believe it could be reciprocated….meanwhile Derek has been courting him this whole time.

5 times Derek gave Stiles a dead animal + 1 time Derek gave Stiles a normal gift by Warlock_Nerd

Stiles has been finding dead animals all around his house and is so confused. It isn't until later does he realise why this is happening and who is doing it.

Resistance

Treasure

"I know you don’t trust me,” Derek grunted. When Stiles inhaled to retort, Derek caught his chin and pressed a finger against his lips, making the boy freeze in place, eyes impossibly wide. “Don’t argue. I expected it. Wolves don’t trust easily, too. I just wanted you to know that… I’m sorry. I was selfish and didn’t see what was in front of me. You don’t need to worry. I’ll take care of everything.” It was a thought that grew in his mind, spread to his heart and took root there, reincorporating into a deep desire and a vital need. Derek will take care of him and his little pup, he’ll bring the hearts of his enemies and put them at the boy’s feet. He’ll court and he’ll conquer.

your fangs against my skin (the sound of your bones)

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/65559277/chapters/168774310

Chapter 2 of Stiles' Guide to Raising A Were-Baby and Surviving High School OUT NOW

Finished the second chapter and it more has a focus on Sheriff Stilinski and Stiles + Selene.

Going to start writing the third chapter now.

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Hey hey my lovely hedwig! I was wondering if you have any good bodyguard Derek fic recs for me to devour

Your recs are the best btw, top tier🏆

Aw, thank you! I present to you this feast

Where the Shadow Ends by Green

Derek goes undercover to Delphi to figure out what's wrong with the oracle. He doesn't mean to fall in love.

Strike Softly (Away From The Body) by qhuinn (tekla)

Derek is a bodyguard and Stiles his spoiled, resistant client.

Voice of Rage and Ruin by Qayin

Derek is hired as a bodyguard to this kid, Stiles. And the thing is, Stiles seems completely harmless, but everyone keeps telling Derek how he needs to be careful. Stiles is a nogitsune, a human possessed by a powerful deity of chaos and void, and not only does other people want him for his power, but he could potentially hurt others; and then it’s Derek’s job to protect those people — from his client.

Neither Here Nor There by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

"Oh!” He turned to Stiles. “Is he your new bodyguard?” Derek saw Stiles stiffen at that, wondering why, but before Stiles could open his mouth to insist that, why yes, Derek was his bodyguard like the brat he was, Derek spoke first. “I’m Mieczyslaw Stilinski’s bodyguard.” The confused look that crossed Scott’s face now was kind of annoying. Scott looked at Stiles, then back at Derek, and then at Stiles again. “I see…?”

just once by stilinskisparkles

"I’m your bodyguard!” “Yeah, I know, and I get that you’re worried I am somehow living under the illusion you are Kevin Costner and I’m Whitney Houston, but Derek?” Stiles grabs his tie before Derek can stop him, pulls him close enough to murmur in his ear, “I can’t sing.”

We Gotta Hide What We're Doin' by CharWright5

As a Bodyguard within the Stilinski Rodzina, Derek's one and only job is to watch over the Omega son—and only child—of the Family's Head, Stiles, a task that is easier said than done some nights. It's just good that the Alpha knows the best way to punish the little troublemaker when his bratty behavior threatens to expose a secret that could get the Bodyguard killed.

reGuardless by raisesomehale

The president had been to the point when he explained to Derek the rules of the job. Stiles was in the room while these rules were recited: Never take your eyes off of him in public. That’s how he liked to dodge his last bodyguards. No more than an arm's length apart. He’s more slippery than you’d think. Escort him to and from appearances. Intervene in any situation that might tarnish the Stilinski image… The list went on and on. As did the games of chicken Stiles initiated to test Derek with these rules.

I Would (And Did) Take A Bullet For You by luvsbitca

Derek Hale is Prince Stiles Stilinksi's bodyguard. Then he gets shot and things change between them.

Complicated Is An Understatement by haletostilinski

Stiles is the 17-year-old son of the POTUS, and Derek is his bodyguard. For the past few months they've been together in private, and only in the last few weeks did they take it all the way. And it isn't just sex between them, they're in love. Which makes their situation a whole lot more complicated.

The Darkness Inside by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

The sheriff watched him for a moment, then he sighed and turned slightly. He reached out to open a cabinet door beside him, and pulled out a shelf. It was on a track, so it rolled out of the cabinet fairly easily, and held a small CCTV. Derek frowned and inched his chair to the side a little bit so he could get a better angle. He was looking at a teenager, or someone at least young enough to be the same age as Scott. He was sitting on a bed in what looked to be a larger room, the area he was in surrounded by four glass walls, with his legs crossed and head tilted. He was also staring directly into the camera, as if he knew someone was watching. A creepy smile slowly slid onto the teen’s face, and he held up one hand, wiggling his fingers in a slow, eery wave. Derek felt his mouth run dry. He didn’t know who this kid was, but he didn’t like him. “Who is that?” he asked quietly. “That,” said the sheriff, “is my son.”

A Princely Knight by Dexterous_Sinistrous

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