#dubcon but not between stiles & derek

[inkandblade]

Stiles has never failed to be impressed by just how much Derek’s desire fights with the magic that is supposed to stop them from breaking the treaty and consummating their relationship early. The Moon’s presence—far more than usual as it seems to cover half the sky tonight—is lending fervor to Derek’s usual enthusiasm. Not that Stiles isn’t damn enthusiastic, too.

They are month or two away from the end of the two-winter wait-period the High Coven set on their engagement. The delay is absurd and inexplicable, even for a body that is known for its bizarre rulings. But, even the most arcane amongst the Council realize that keeping a ‘Wolf away from his Marked Mate on the Full Moon is tantamount to torture. Derek and Stiles are allowed time alone, truly alone, one night a month. They never waste it, but tonight… Tonight there is something more than the usual needwantlust in their not-sex. They’ve been through a Wolf Moon and a Super Moon before, but the fact that they are occurring together has even Stiles’ young magic, and the faint half-threads of their politically impeded Bond, buzzing.

Despite the fact that the magical limits they’re under have them soft in their pants, they’re rocking and rubbing and Derek is, Stiles realizes as his sweats get pulled down for the third time in ten minutes, getting closer and closer to possibly breaking one of the absurdly specific list of intimate dos and don’ts they have memorized.

Stiles licks at Derek’s lips and sits up a little, a bead of sweat running down his back and close to where Derek’s wayward finger is.

“Stop.”

Derek stills.

Stiles hates that he has to be the voice of reason in this: He’s not the cautious one between them, not the one who listens in classes about laws and traditions. He never colored in between the lines as a kid, either. While he’s glad for the few hours they get to be together each month, sometimes he wonders if the privilege isn’t hurting them more than it’s helping. The lines of worry that are now creasing his Mate’s forehead shouldn’t be something that he even indirectly causes.

Stiles does the only thing he can think of that might help right now, and presses kitten-kisses to the angry lines, hoping that they might magically go away. When he moves back to see if it worked, he, well. They’ve faded a touch, so that’s at least something.

“I love you, Derek Hale.”

The corners of Derek’s mouth curl up and his eyes seem to follow and the lines around them and across his forehead are now good ones. Stiles runs a thumb across Derek’s kiss-red mouth and Derek nips at the fleshy pad of it and his eyes grow red around the edges. It must startle Stiles more than he realizes—enough to change his scent—as moments later Derek wimpers. The reaction is understandable, even if the suspiciously wolfy delivery of it is not. Other Packs might try to bully the Hales about their son being sub-vocal, but it’s because they assume he can’t talk in public, rather than realizing the simple truth that he simply chooses not to. Derek has never held back his words from Stiles.

Stiles sits up further, resting his ass on Derek’s thighs and reaches back to gently take his Mate’s hands. He slips his fingers through Derek’s carefully. Derek’s face and hands and the rest of him have started into the Beta shift, but it isn’t complete; there are still eyebrows on his face and only rings of red around his eyes, his hands are hairy but his claws haven’t popped, his ears are just starting to elongate but they aren’t actually pointed.

Stiles hums, trying to make it sound interested and happy, rather than worried or scared. It apparently works. One of Derek’s hands starts creeping around towards Stiles’ asscrack again.

“Hey, big D. We can’t. You know we can’t, and I know we can’t and you are not the kind of boy who breaks rules very often.” Derek tips his head to the side a little, and though his hand stops, it doesn’t retreat either, cupping Stiles’ buttcheek. “And, despite the fact that you’re very much okay with the physical-claiming idea associated with us finally Bonding, you are also generally more appreciative of porn where the twinkier dude is reaming the butch guy. I’m pretty sure that if you were going to choose now to start breaking rules, you’d be trying to figure a sneaky way to be presenting your ass to me, not the other way around.”

Derek opens his mouth to, presumably, answer, but all that happens is another whine. His fangs have fully descended, and when his tongue flicks out to investigate that fact he growls and. Well. Being pissed off at his body just seems to push everything a little further: completely red eyes, mutton-chops and disappeared-eyebrows, pointy ears and holes in Stiles’ sweats caused by rapidly deployed claws.

Stiles squeaks and Derek sniffs and that whine is now almost a cry. It didn’t feel like it, but it’s possible one or two of the claws drew blood. Derek tries to pull back into the mattress, but it’s a pointless effort when Stiles is not only sitting on top of him, but also gripping him tightly.

Derek lifts his head off the sheets and sniffs some more. Everything about his face is suddenly about concentration, and a quick glance at his forearms—pale gray lines snaking up them—explains why.

Stiles moves slowly. He brings Derek’s hands around between them and lifts one so he can kiss the back of it. “They’re some pretty-pale pain lines, babe. I’m assuming you got me with your claws, but I can’t actually feel that it happened. The only thing your magic, wolfy-touch is sucking up is my lower back’s issue with the chair at my desk at work.”

Derek grunts, tracing his eyes across every bit of Stiles face in search of truth, as if he wasn’t able to hear Stiles heart stutter over a lie. Apparently satisfied by the double-check, he drops his gaze to their hands and watches Stiles’ thumb dragging back and forth across his own palm. Derek flexes his fingers and growls in their general direction.

“You can’t shift back, huh?” There’s an idea forming in the back of Stiles’ mind, and if it’s right? Somehow he will make the Coven’s leaders pay. “It’s not…” He swallows when Derek looks back up at him, wide, vulnerable eyes that are all the more shocking as they’re glowing red like blood and murder. “I didn’t think about it before I got here. I was too excited about being here with you. Full Moon is the highlight of my month, every month.” He squeezes Derek’s fingers and Derek squeezes back. “If I’d stopped to think about it though? The Wolf Moon and the Super Moon falling on the same night... They planned this. They allowed us together tonight because they thought you’d crack and give into what they think is an animal inside you.”

Derek tries to pull away again, but Stiles keeps their hands gripped together tight. “Oh no, big D. Don’t. I know they’re wrong. And we’re going to prove it to them.” He lifts his ass up off Derek, the air between them cold, even though the heat is on in the room. There’s nothing as warm and toasty as a one’s own personal ‘Wolf-man. Stiles brings Derek’s hand back up to his lips and kisses each knuckle in turn, then puts it palm-flat on Derek’s chest. He squeezes their other hands together as he basically dismounts his fiancé, and looks at the ceiling-lamp as he flops himself onto his back on the bed. “They’ve been playing the long-game. I’ll admit that the whole two-winter thing sounded plausible, though.” He sighs. “They just obviously never considered that we’re in it for the forever-game.”

When Stiles turns his head, Derek’s features have softened somewhat, but he’s still definitely stuck in his Beta-face. Derek’s eyes are pulled into towards each other, and he opens and closes his mouth a few times before he manages to say something that approximates, “Love you.”

It sounds like he’s speaking with a mouthful of marshmallows, but Stiles understands anyway. Tonight, and he suspects the next couple of Full Moons before their official Bonding, will now be about snuggles and cuddles and gratuitous scent-marking. Well, that and Stiles figuring out just how he can take revenge on the oldest and strongest of the Coven’s members. They will be sorry they made his Mate suffer.

“I love you, too, D.”

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[asterekmess]

Recommended Sterek Fic of the Week

I don’t know if I’ll actually post a recommended fic every week, but when the fic strikes me, I’ll let you know.

Hooray for Recommendation Number: Forty

Title: A Desperate Arrangement Author: mikkimouse (@mad-madam-m) Rating: Explicit WC: 115k Tags: Alternate Universe - Arranged Marriage, Alternate Universe - Historical, Alternate Universe - Werewolves Are Known, Prince Stiles, Prince Derek, King Scott, Minor Allison Argent/Scott McCall, Alternate Universe - Royalty, Forced Marriage, general Kate Argent warning, Angst, POV Derek, POV Stiles, alternating pov, OMC is an asshole, mention of past emotional abuse/manipulation, Tattooed Stiles, Magic Stiles, Minor Melissa McCall/Sheriff Stilinski, Minor Vernon Boyd/Erica Reyes, minor dubcon, Hand Jobs, Canon-Typical Violence, Minor panic attack, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Bottom Derek, Coma

Summary: "I'm sorry, I believe there's something wrong with my hearing," Stiles said. "Because I could have sworn you just told me you set up a betrothal agreement with the Hales. A betrothal agreement involving me. Me."

Scott smiled his easygoing smile and nodded, which told Stiles no, he hadn't misheard a damn thing.

After seven years of lengthy negotiations, the treaty between the Hales and the Argents has fallen apart and the two countries fell into war. Months later, there's an uneasy truce, thanks to the intervention of King Scott McCall, but it won't last. In a desperate attempt to maintain the peace, the Hales sign a treaty with the McCalls to marry Prince Derek to Prince Stiles Stilinski, King Scott's brother.

In the history of the world, there have been many better ideas.

My Notes: Well worth the long read, with some insanely clever plotlines and twists in canon elements. Plus, just...so much soft Derek? So much pining and sadness, but then also the fluff is insane and the HEALTHY communication and it’s so fucking interesting. The rub of smooth stone, the sound of blankets falling onto a freshly made bed. Pounding hearts and the bone-deep relief of belonging.

[supernaynay]

Chapters: 29/29 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Talia Hale, Laura Hale, Cora Hale, Peter Hale, OMC, Vernon Boyd, Lydia Martin, Sheriff Stilinski, Melissa McCall, Chris Argent, Allison Argent, Victoria Argent, Kate Argent, Gerard Argent, Erica Reyes, Isaac Lahey Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Arranged Marriage, Alternate Universe - Historical, Alternate Universe - Werewolves Are Known, Prince Stiles, Prince Derek, King Scott, Minor Allison Argent/Scott McCall, Alternate Universe - Royalty, Forced Marriage, general Kate Argent warning, Angst, POV Derek, POV Stiles, alternating pov, OMC is an asshole, mention of past emotional abuse/manipulation, Tattooed Stiles, Magic Stiles, Minor Melissa McCall/Sheriff Stilinski, Minor Vernon Boyd/Erica Reyes, minor dubcon, Hand Jobs, Canon-Typical Violence, Minor panic attack, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Bottom Derek, Coma Summary:

"I'm sorry, I believe there's something wrong with my hearing," Stiles said. "Because I could have sworn you just told me you set up a betrothal agreement with the Hales. A betrothal agreement involving me. Me."

Scott smiled his easygoing smile and nodded, which told Stiles no, he hadn't misheard a damn thing.

After seven years of lengthy negotiations, the treaty between the Hales and the Argents has fallen apart and the two countries fell into war.

Months later, there's an uneasy truce, thanks to the intervention of King Scott McCall, but it won't last. In a desperate attempt to maintain the peace, the Hales sign a treaty with the McCalls to marry Prince Derek to Prince Stiles Stilinski, King Scott's brother.

In the history of the world, there have been many better ideas.

Bookmarker's Notes:

Wonderful AU

[ao3feed-sterek]

Evanescent

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2MaEhqt

by inatshej

This something between them is just this – something. Not a friendship, not dating. When it turns out that Derek's good looking enough for a fuckbuddy, they kiss, they touch. It's still meaningless.

Words: 14876, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Allison Argent, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd, Lydia Martin, Jackson Whittemore, Laura Hale, Danny Mahealani

Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Allison Argent/Scott McCall, Vernon Boyd/Erica Reyes, Lydia Martin/Jackson Whittemore, Isaac Lahey/Danny Mahealani

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - High School, High School Student Derek, Alternate Universe - Human, Friends to Lovers, Friends With Benefits, Laura Hale Lives, Allison Argent & Vernon Boyd & Erica Reyes Live, Shy Derek Hale, Shyness, Introversion, Introvert Derek Hale, Post-Hale Fire (Teen Wolf), Teenagers, Teen Romance, Teen Angst, Alternate Universe - Teenagers, Teenage Drama, Teenage Dorks, Video & Computer Games, Popular Stiles Stilinski, Lacrosse, Beacon Hills Lacrosse Team, Lacrosse Player Stiles Stilinski, Quadratic Equations, Math and Science Metaphors, Dancing, Dancing Lessons, Lonely Derek Hale, Blushing, Past Kate Argent/Derek Hale, Bisexuality, Gay Male Character, Gay Character, Gay Stiles Stilinski, Self-Esteem Issues, Self Confidence Issues, POV Derek, POV Derek Hale, Derek Hale in Love, Party, Touching, Popularity, Music, Musical References, 80's Music, Slow Burn, Slow Build, Slow Build Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Slow Romance, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Humor, Angst and Feels, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Fluff and Angst, Some Humor, Vernon Boyd & Derek Hale Friendship, Protective Isaac Lahey, Derek Hale & Isaac Lahey Friendship, Kissing, Boys Kissing, Underage Kissing, Gentle Kissing, Dubcon Kissing, Flirting, Texting, Swearing

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2MaEhqt

[ao3-sterek]

Evanescent

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2MaEhqt

by inatshej

This something between them is just this – something. Not a friendship, not dating. When it turns out that Derek's good looking enough for a fuckbuddy, they kiss, they touch. It's still meaningless.

Words: 14876, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Allison Argent, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd, Lydia Martin, Jackson Whittemore, Laura Hale, Danny Mahealani

Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Allison Argent/Scott McCall, Vernon Boyd/Erica Reyes, Lydia Martin/Jackson Whittemore, Isaac Lahey/Danny Mahealani

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - High School, High School Student Derek, Alternate Universe - Human, Friends to Lovers, Friends With Benefits, Laura Hale Lives, Allison Argent & Vernon Boyd & Erica Reyes Live, Shy Derek Hale, Shyness, Introversion, Introvert Derek Hale, Post-Hale Fire (Teen Wolf), Teenagers, Teen Romance, Teen Angst, Alternate Universe - Teenagers, Teenage Drama, Teenage Dorks, Video & Computer Games, Popular Stiles Stilinski, Lacrosse, Beacon Hills Lacrosse Team, Lacrosse Player Stiles Stilinski, Quadratic Equations, Math and Science Metaphors, Dancing, Dancing Lessons, Lonely Derek Hale, Blushing, Past Kate Argent/Derek Hale, Bisexuality, Gay Male Character, Gay Character, Gay Stiles Stilinski, Self-Esteem Issues, Self Confidence Issues, POV Derek, POV Derek Hale, Derek Hale in Love, Party, Touching, Popularity, Music, Musical References, 80's Music, Slow Burn, Slow Build, Slow Build Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Slow Romance, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Humor, Angst and Feels, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Fluff and Angst, Some Humor, Vernon Boyd & Derek Hale Friendship, Protective Isaac Lahey, Derek Hale & Isaac Lahey Friendship, Kissing, Boys Kissing, Underage Kissing, Gentle Kissing, Dubcon Kissing, Flirting, Texting, Swearing

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2MaEhqt

[motherofmymotherreclist]

Forced Bonding

·       The Tie That Binds by leonidaslion (Supernatural, Explicit, 3K, 2011)

o   No one asks Sam what he wants.

o   [Wincest, incest, non-con elements, forced bonding, angst, John is a shitty parent, minimal smut]

o   This is the angsty fucked up version of a forced bonding fic. But I’m trash, so I love it.

·       Necessity by notboldly (Star Trek, Mature, 14K, 2010)

o   When Jim is attacked by a telepathic species, Spock bonds with him to save his life.

o   [slow build, romance, minimal smut, telepathy, empathy, bonding]

o   A classic forced bonding to save your life fic. Focuses on the discomfort of the sudden intimacy and how that brings them together.

·       ♥ ♥ Then You Think Again by leah k (blinkiesays) (Teen Wolf, Mature, 22K, 2012)

o   "You had no idea that it was going to work!" Stiles throws his hands up. Why is Derek the most frustrating werewolf in the history of ever, why is Stiles even helping him, why is this his life?  "Why did they even believe you in the first place?" Derek says, "You reeked of me," which is unfair.  Stiles only smelled because he'd gotten covered in Derek's bodily fluids trying to staunch the bleeding.

o   [bond or die, hags made them do it, bonding, forced intimacy, empathy, useyourwords!Derek, humor, sarcastic!Stiles, UST, pining, werewolf instincts, scent!kink, minimal smut]

o   Another one where Stiles’ voice is on point. Funny and tense with the UST. Forced bonding for the win. Their relationship builds really nice and organically.

·       Here Comes Your Man by hannahrhen (Avengers, Teen-Explicit, 25K, 2013)

o   (Reluctant!Soulmate AU) An unexpected bond forms between Tony Stark and one of his greatest enemies. But not everything before is forgotten, or forgiven.

o   [Tony/Loki, forced intimacy, dub-con, angst, bickering, denial of feelings]

o   This relishes in the awkwardness of forced intimacy as Tony has no understanding or patience for the bond. It’s laid out as a series, but really this should have been chapters of one fic.

·       ♥ ♥ Choices by Kethrua (Dresden Files, Mature, 28K, 2011)

o   In an AU to Changes, Harry sold himself to John Marcone instead of Mab. They both take a while to adjust to this. Written for the Kinkmeme, for a prompt requesting both serious treatment of the issues and smut. Contains non-explicit reference to past child abuse and rape.

o   [bonding, dubcon, magic, power imbalance, healing, hurt comfort, smut, trust issues]

o   I love this fic so much. It has perfect pacing and character development. The love and growing trust between the characters is so obvious and yet understated.

·       A Shove Towards Love  by General_Button (Voltron, Teen, 31K, 2016)

o   A simple rescue mission turns into chaos when the species on the planet Novaria take an interest in the lives of two of its paladins.

o   [Klance, meddling aliens, aliens made them do it, but there’s no smut, bickering, pining, mind meld, forced proximity, soul bond]

o   This is great example of the trope. Keith and Lance are somehow both pining and acting like they can’t stand each other at the same time, and you just want to smack them, until you don’t.

·       ♥  Debt of Honor by Brianna Falken (Star Trek, NC-17, 33K, 2009)

o   Six months after being taken prisoner and raped by a Vulcan captain, Kirk finds that same Vulcan is now being assigned as his first officer when peace between Vulcan and Earth is declared. Originally published in the print fanzine Beyond Dreams 7 (2004)

o   [Non-con, non-reform Vulcan, super angst, rape recovery, healing, bonding, slow build]

o   This starts with a pretty graphic rape scene so please take care of yourself, but if that isn't your trigger or you can get past the non-con, this is a lovely story about forgiveness and healing. It’s actually one of my favorite star trek fics, something about the characterization both breaks my heart and gives me all the feelz. Literally the definition of a fandom classic since it came out of a fanzine.

·       Defendere by Lomonaaeren (Harry Potter, Mature, 37K, 2012)

o   When Harry stumbles into a magical ritual meant to enslave Draco, he manages to create a bond that leaves Draco with some free will. And the ability to irritate Harry in the name of "guarding" him.

o   [Drarry, forced soul bond, dub con, lots of consent issues, free will issues, slow build, pining, UST, angst, forced intimacy]

o   This one felt weird because of all the consent issues, but it does deep dive into the forced bonding and intimacy, and it’s well written. I’m just not sure I think this relationship is actually healthy, but it’s fanfic so, ehhh. The author does address the consent issues, don’t get me wrong, I just couldn’t 100% believe that they were solved.

·       Unexpected Consequences by lauren3210 (Harry Potter, Explicit, 39K, 2015)

o   Harry was going back to school. He was going to play Quidditch, sleep in lessons, hang out with his friends, and generally just enjoy being a kid for a change. And he was also going to do it while being bonded with Malfoy, because apparently life was just going to continue throwing curveballs at him. Harry didn't know why he expected anything different.

o   [Drarry, slavery sort of, consent issues, slow build, healing, enemies to friends to lovers, trust issues, magic, bullying]

o   Draco is completely in Harry’s power and must learn to trust his jailor. It’s very good. One of those classic Drarry fics IMO. It’s what Defendere could have been.

·       ♥ Present  by reillyblack (Teen Wolf, Explicit, 112K, 2018)

o   When Stiles's best friend Scott presented as a werewolf, it was just the worst. Worst by far was that it meant Scott had to leave immediately to live with the werewolf pack in the mountains -- which no one knew anything about. Stiles couldn't even visit, so he only got to see Scott once a month when he came back to visit his mom. It sucked. A year later, he presents too.

o   [world building, ABO dynamics, werewolf dynamics, scent kink, inventive werewolf world, like—super inventive, soul mates, Oblivious!Derek, plot, smut, UST, pack dynamics, pack bonding, BAMF!Stiles, Stiles doesn’t take shit from anyone]

o   As you can tell from my tags, this fic has precious and wonderful world building. I absolutely adored it. It’s everything you could want from werewolves. It’s also well plotted and fun as hell.

·       Rare Merchandise by CateAdams (Star Trek, Explicit, 120K, 2015)

o   Jim and Spock are kidnapped by Orion slavers during a diplomatic mission, transported to a location outside of Federation space and sold to a mysterious woman who commands an entire world. Once there, they are forced to participate in her terrifying agenda: their friendship used against them and their strength brutally tested. Can they survive and escape, or will they be used to bring down the Federation itself?

o   [For want of a nail, angst, action, Non-con elements, character torture, forced bonding, mind meld shenanigans.]

o   This is a very action oriented fic that will keep you reading late just make sure everyone lives through it. It has some mind rape elements though, so be careful there.

·       ♥♥  other things the road to hell is paved with by LuciaZephyr (Dresden Files, Explicit, 138K, 2011)

o   Book One of the Matter of Chicago series. Diverges from the canon plotline from Fool Moon, chapter 23, running on the idea of Marcone not holding the Idiot Ball and thus getting Harry to sign his contract. Very slow burn romance. Essentially an AU take of the entire series.

o   [slow burn, deliciously slow burn, magic, power imbalance, magical contract, Oblivious!Harry, manipulative!Marcone, trust issues, plot]

o   This is one of those perfect fics. I don’t know what else to say; look up a summary of the Dresden Files and then read this if you haven’t read the books. It’s better than the source material. The bond is more an oath of fealty/obedience than the more traditional telepathy or empathy version.

·       Human is Just a Word by lady emebalia (emebalia) (Teen Wolf, Explicit, 173K, 2017)

o   Getting claimed by a werewolf has so not been on Stiles' agenda for the night. But at least he can choose whose human pet he's going to be. That's a plus, right?

o   [fuck or die, forced bonding, so much angst, slow build, pack dynamics, werewolves are known, BAMF!Stiles, scent kink, forced intimacy]

o   This has a lot of similar qualities to Present, so if you liked that, then you’ll probably like this too. It has a different concept of the intimacy of wolves and enough drama/tension to burst a blood vessel.

·       Bond by Anna Fugazzi (Harry Potter, Mature, 204K, 2006)

o   Yet another one of those Harry and Draco Are Forced To Be Together By Something Beyond Their Control And Then Stuff Happens Leading To Twoo Wuv stories.

o   [Drarry, fandom classic, fuck or die, UST, pining, smut, they eventually fuck like rabbits, magic compulsion, bonding, mystery, angst, loss of virginity]

o   This is the OG best of the best of Drarry bonding fics. If you haven’t read it and you like either Drarry or the bonding trope, then what even are you?

·       ♥♥ The Saffron Soul by BeautifulFiction_FMA (Fullmetal Alchemist, Explicit, 267K, 2010)

o   When a serial killer blurs the lines of alchemy in an effort to seal two souls together, Ed finds himself under suspicion from the police. Can he prove he is innocent, or are he & Roy doomed to suffer the consequences of the killer's ideals?

o   [RoyEd, BAMF!Edward, BAMF!Roy, murder mystery, action, adventure, dream sharing, empathy, plot, smut, slow burn]

o   This is one of my favorite fics of all time. I’ve reread it countless times. The characterization is amazing, the plot engaging, and the writing wonderful. All of her FMA works are great but this is the masterpiece.

[motherofmymother]

Accidental Bonding Recs

These fics tend to focus on either characters who already pine for each other and then must hide it due to the forced intimacy, or characters that hate each other but come to understand one another, or a combination of both. Bonding through accidental Mpreg has its own section. Pon Farr also has its own section. If you like Star Trek, Pon Farr is basically canon fuck or die and forced bonding, so check that out.

·       Stiles, why is Derek Hale passed out on our front porch? By marguerite_26, mothlights (Teen Wolf, Explicit, 4K, 2013)

o   Stiles freezes, carton of milk half way to his mouth. He looks around the empty room, wondering if it has any answers. Derek Hale just passed out on his front porch -- sounds like one of the signs of the coming apocalypse.

o   [Magical bond, angst, scent kink, smut, emotionally constipated Derek]

o   Interesting concept of Derek’s wolf.

·       Bond by Bookkbaby (Supernatural, Explicit, 4K, 2013)

o   Castiel is injured, so Dean offers Cas some of his soul's energy. Things don't go as planned.

o   [Destiel, accidental soul bond, porn, soul sex, humor, Dean’s fragile masculinity]

o   Well written and sexy. Short, porny fun for the whole fam.

·       Marked, Bound Ever To Thee by kakaitalover (Dresden Files, Teen, 8K, 2015)

o   Mystic bonds just make everything awkward. Especially when they're triggered by rape flowers.

o   [no smut, focus on bonding tropes, kidnapping, telepathy sort of, magic, denial of feelings]

o   I just liked the tropey-ness in a more niche fandom. It’s no masterpiece, but it’s short and humorous.

·       omni gladio ancipiti by lifevolutionary (Supernatural, Explicit, 10K, 2010)

o   The archangel Gabriel had never chosen a Bearer for his sword. Until now.

o   [Sam/Gabriel, Destiel, fluff, humor, crack, minimal smut]

o   Gabriel’s voice is a perfect balance of snarky and irreverent. The little hints to deeper character feelz were just the cherry on top.

·       The (Mostly Accidental) Courtship of Dean Winchester by tuesday (Supernatural, Mature, 11K, 2010)

o   Angelic marriage rites were never intended to go quite like this.

o   [Destiel, Crack, humor, pining, Oblivious!Dean, emotionally constipated Dean, UseYourWords!Castiel]

o   This is a lovely, sweet, crackey little fic. I just adored it.

·       Bound to be Broken by EntreNous (Harry Potter, Explicit, 13K, 2009)

o   There is a way to break the accidental bond between Harry and Snape; it simply involves lots of sex.

o   [Snarry, fuck or die-ish, PWP, smut, hate sex, bickering, coming together, forced intimacy]

o   This almost belonged in fuck or die, but the sexual relationship is already started and there’s no angst about whether or not to do it. Rather, this fic focuses on the building intimacy between the characters so I put it here.  

·       ♥ Bonding Time by magisterpavus (Voltron, Explicit, 16K, 2016)

o   “Shiro, I fucked up,” Keith blurted, wringing his hands. Shiro paused mid-punch, shooting him a quizzical look. “What? What happened?” “I think,” Keith whispered, “I think I accidentally roofied Lance. With my dick.”

o   [Klance, pwp, smut, humor, accidental bonding, heat sex, sex marathon, mates, angst]

o   Magisterpavus is my favorite author of all time, and this is her most classic porn fic. It has a ton of sequels too that are all equally hot.

·       ♥ Twice as Much as an Earthquake by firethesound (Harry Potter, Explicit, 19K, 2014)

o   Accidental bonding. Breaking and entering. Conspiring, however unwillingly, in the strange one-man war Malfoy's waging against detention. This isn't the normal school year Harry anticipated having, but at least it's not boring.

o   [Drarry, getting caught going to bone-town, bickering, forced proximity, forced bed sharing, forced intimacy, smut, UST, humor]

o   This one has a sweet buildup of Harry and Draco’s relationship. How do I put this—they aren’t super angsty and hateful towards each other. Not to say that there isn't some wonderfully awkward situations going on and they do fight, but it’s more bickering and less I hate you. It’s a good fic is what I’m saying.

·       Eyes Like Stars by malfoys_cousin (Voltron, Mature, 21K, 2017)

o   In which Lance drinks too much alien alcohol, literally cannot get a grip on his embarrassingly huge crush on Keith, and accidentally ruins everything.

o   [Klance, accidental bonding, pining, sooo much pining, humor, drunk shenanigans, forced proximity, forced bed sharing, bickering, denial of feelings]

o   Classic accidental bond fic. Less angry/angsty and more humor/pining than some others, so if you’re tired of everyone being unhappy all the time, then check this out.

·       Grooming Instincts by jemariel (Supernatural, Explicit, 26K, 2018)

o   There's something going on with Cas. Dean is determined to help him through it, in whatever way he can. He might end up with more than he bargained for. OR: Dean helps Cas scratch an itch. As it were.

o   [wing kink the fic, oil gland kink, porn, humor, virgin!Castiel, pining, communication is a skill, that they don’t have, bonding, angel marriage: sort of]

o   Gets into glorious, glorious detail about the wings. Kinky as hell with that. Wing kink: the fic. You’re welcome.

·       ♥ Angels on the Moon by Writcraft (Harry Potter, Explicit, 27K, 2017)

o   The aftermath of the war is almost as difficult as the war itself, Harry is a mess and Severus is a reluctant survivor forced back to Hogwarts to recuperate from his injuries. When a brick-bonding spell goes awry, Harry and Severus are forced to confront hatred, misunderstandings and a new and unexpected intimacy which takes them both by surprise.

o   [Snarry, empathy, healing, magic, magic shenanigans, trust issues, Cranky!Snape, Post-war fic, forced intimacy, fuck or die-ish]

o   Snape is his best worst self in this fic and I just ate up his intimacy issues. The awkwardness of their forced intimacy is everything I could have asked for in an accidental bonding fic. The description of their magic mixing is lovely as well.

·       ♥ ♥ Better Than Dead by heartsdesire456 (Teen Wolf, Explicit, 27K, 2013)

o   When Stiles is gravely injured, the only way to save him is for Derek to turn him. However, Derek never did learn exactly what certain bites meant and, without this knowledge, he accidentally claims Stiles as his mate. Alpha werewolves mate forever. However...Betas don't.

o   [accidental!bonding, accidental!soulmates, mating shenanigans, so much angst, slow build, all the bonding tropes, emotionally constipated!Derek, emotionally constipated!Stiles, pining, UST, selfless!Derek]

o   I love the tension between Derek and Stiles here. So delicious. If you love clearly destined to be together, Stiles and Derek becoming friends through forced intimacy, then this is your fic. I still reread it all the time.

·       ♥ ♥ Shout it Out Loud by dreamlittleyo (X-Men, Explicit, 30K, 2011)

o   When Charles forges a telepathic link between himself and Erik, the two men find themselves bound together by more than just destiny. With the world on the brink of war, Charles and Erik struggle to cope with a psychic connection that may well be permanent.

o   [Charles/Eric, X-Men Origins AU, telepathy, emotional intimacy, healing, UST, soooo much UST, Idiot!Charles, minimal smut, fluff, angst, heart break]

o   This was an absolutely beautiful fic. You can feel their love for each other woven through every word and it’s just fucking gorgeous. I can't recommend it enough.

·       Lap Magnet by Prairie_Grass (Teen Wolf, Explicit, 30K, 2014)

o   Wherein an ill-advised floral arrangement leads to a whole new definition of obliviousness, accidental mate-bonds, and far more sex and tropes than one fic really needs.

o   [accidental bonding, soulmates—kind of, Smut, humor, but like so much smut, dubcon, Oblivious!Everyone]

o   Super well written tropey fun. Really well known fic, and if you like the accidental bonding trope with your porn and you haven’t read this, what are you doing with your life?

·       How High the Moon by kyliselle (Star Trek, NC-17, 39K, 2010)

o   After the destruction of Vulcan, Spock shielded his mind to protect it from his broken bond with T'Pring. Little did he know another bond had already formed in its place.

o   [mind meld, telepathy, Asshole!Spock, Oblivious!Spock, communication fail, so much angst]

o   Spock is almost too much as asshole here, but the concept is so wonderfully done and the tension so well held that I don’t care. As the original prompt asked for, this focuses super hard on the mental bond, telepathy, and all the yummy tropes. A must read for intimacy and bond drama.

·       Before the World Was Made  by daftfear (Harry Potter, Teen, 43K, 2014)

o   Draco has done everything in his power to leave the past behind him. He’s established himself a successful business and built a reputation around the quality of his work and the breadth of his knowledge. But when aurors show up at his shop one afternoon, seeking his expertise on a peculiar item of questionable origins, they completely overthrow the precarious balance in Draco’s life. Trust Potter to bring danger and destruction in his wake, along with a painful reminder of all the things Draco is trying to forget.

o   [Drarry, accidental bonding, forced proximity, gratuitous bed sharing, pining, communication is a skill, sex for reasons, healing, discrimination]

o   This is another well-paced, well-written, well-romanced fic. Harry and Draco’s dynamic is portrayed nicely.

·       ♥ In Evidence of Magical Theory by bixgirl1 (Harry Potter, Explicit, 44K, 2017)

o   When a hex meant for Draco accidentally catches Harry as well, they're forced to learn to understand each other in ways they previously might have thought impossible. In which Harry and Draco can't fight, so they fall in love instead.

o   [Drarry, bickering, UST, pining, snark, forced bed sharing, forced intimacy, mental connection, suuuuper UST, awkwardness, smut]

o   A classic accidental bonding. This fic has the best awkwardness from the forced intimacy and the slowly learning not to want to kill each other. The tropes are perfectly done here. This is one I’d recommend for anyone.

·       Distance Removed by General_Button (One Punch Man, Mature, 44K, 2016)

o   Pain along his wrist fizzled into existence and then, like a switch, exploded. Saitama stumbled back, fighting the urge to shout, and waited for it to fade. “What—sensei, are you all right?!” Genos was staring at him incredulously, his mouth agape.

o   [Genos/Saitama, forced proximity, shared physical sensations, healing, intimacy, friends to lovers]

o   This really captures the voice of the characters and show; the deadpan absurdity of them living their normal lives with all this fantastical stuff going on and Saitama’s emotional disconnect.

·       Once Upon a Time (A Fairy-Tale Love Story) by littlebirdtold (Star Trek, Explicit, 47K, 2013)

o   Jim finds himself in a parallel universe where the Milky Way is under the control of an alien race and ends up as a servant in the residence of the Royal House of Vulcan. As he starts adapting to his new life, Jim's curiosity fucks everything up—but hey, Vulcans shouldn't have told him that he isn't allowed to enter this wing of the palace; Jim has never been good at following rules.

o   [porn with plot, humor, power imbalance, communication is a skill, emotionally constipated Spock, asshole parents, telepathy, empathy]

o   Littlebirdtold has a very particular voice for Kirk that I don’t 100% love; it’s like he’s too driven by his dick. Her fics tend to conflate love with good sex. However, this is still very good, well-paced, sexy, and fun. I think my problem with her fics are personal taste because they are excellent, and clearly popular.

·       ♥ The Morning After by noodleinabarrel (Star Trek, Mature, 50K, 2016)

o   After a passionately illogical night of Romulan Ale and chocolate infused liquor, everything changes when Jim wakes with something other than a hangover filling his head. Something he's sure neither he nor Spock can handle. Because if Jim knows anything for sure, it's that his messed up thoughts belong nowhere near Spock's clean, ordered mind.

o   [accidental bonding, UST, pining, forced intimacy, insecure!Kirk, healing, Oblivious!Kirk, afraid of commitment, mind meld shenanigans]

o   This is a perfect example of an accidental bonding fic. Like this is what I would put as the picture in the dictionary. Needless to say, it’s very good.  

·       UST (An Unfortunate Series of Tropes) by ureshiiichigo (Teen Wolf, Explicit, 54K, 2015)

o   Stiles thought he and Derek were finally getting to be bros, and then Deaton had to go and ruin everything with his stupid spell.

o   [Tropes, so many tropes, soul bonding, accidental soul bonding, scent kink, pack dynamics, Oblivious!Stiles, EmotionallyConstipated!Derek, UseYourWords!Derek, gratuitous sandwich sharing, telepathy, smut, dubcon, consent issues, communication issues, doughnuts, UST]

o   This was written for a trope bingo and it is glorious for it. It’s a bit silly, but, like, in a good way.  The sexy bits are also very sexy.

·       Cursed Or Not by Ltleflrt (Supernatural, Explicit, 115K, 2014)

o   While experimenting with magic when he was a kid, Sam accidentally cursed Dean. Now, Dean is forced to wear a spelled amulet constantly, or he'll turn into a random animal. For a little over a decade, he's learned to live with the curse, and has even found it useful in some cases, but he sure would be happier without it. When he meets a witch named Castiel, he's offered a deal.

o   [Destiel, Witch!Castiel, Familiar!Dean, trust issues, minimal smut, UST, Sassy!Gabriel, accidental bonding]

o   This one is rather out of character; however, the writing is solid, and overall it’s a solid fic, but not if you’re looking for a great depiction of Dean. I think this is for people who want fluff and romance in their fics rather than angst. Which is probably why I wasn’t as into it, lol.

·       ♥ ♥ Mental by sara_holmes (Harry Potter, Mature, 187K, 2010)

o   Harry has had quite enough of sharing his mind with someone else, thank you very much. A miscast Legilimency spell says otherwise.

o   [Drarry, telepathy, humor, angst, pining, bickering, communication, smut, jealousy, super focus on the telepathy, mind meld, slow build, enemies to friends to lovers]

o   This is a classic. One of those perfect fics that you’re sad you can only enjoy for the first time once. It also deeply explores the characters, doing an especially good job with Draco.

[kaistrex]

Hesitance and Hunger

Five times Derek gets propositioned by an incubus and one time he gets the real thing. 5578w | Also on AO3

This is my entry for the Sterek Week 2017 day 4 theme 'Mates'.

(A quick warning for brief minor dubcon as an incubus tries to trick Derek into thinking he’s Stiles, but it doesn’t last very long or get very far.)

Derek listens to Stiles’ jeep pull out of the lot below the loft, the last car to leave. The quiet always feels a bit eerie once the pack have gone, like the weighted hush of a library, and though he specifically chose the location because of distant neighbours, it always takes him a minute to adjust to the rare solitude he usually basks in.

He busies himself with collecting the glasses strewn around the room, Erica’s and Lydia’s easily distinguishable by the lipstick smears around the rims, and has just started to load them into the dishwasher when he catches a faint heartbeat approaching from the ground floor.

He pauses, listening, unable to place who it could belong to. He can’t assign it to any members of the pack, the only others (still alive) to have ever set foot inside the loft, but the approach is steady and sure. A stranger wouldn’t be so at ease.

He sets the final glass in the dishwasher and closes it up, eyes on the door as he waits. He doesn’t unsheathe his claws but it’s a near thing.

The visitor reaches the door and doesn’t hesitate to slide it open, revealing— Stiles. Derek’s fists unclench, his frown becoming raised eyebrows as Stiles heads straight for him.

“I forgot something,” is the only explanation he offers before he places his hands on either side of Derek’s face and pulls him in for a kiss.

Derek’s mind goes blank and when he manages to come back to himself, he’s whining high in his throat with Stiles pinned between him and the kitchen counter. They’re enveloped in the honeyed scent of lust that’s always reminded him of the specific shade of Stiles’ eyes. It’s a scent he’s caught wafting from him many times before, but never this potent. He’s drunk on it.

“Derek,” Stiles is panting, over and over, and he sounds— he sounds wrecked. Like they've been at this for hours, like he never wants it to stop.

“Stiles, we can’t—” Derek gasps between kisses, but he reaches down and hoists Stiles up by his thighs anyway, setting him on the counter as Stiles’ legs lock around his waist. “We have to wait—”

“Shh. Don't stop, please don't stop,” Stiles begs, sliding his hands down to slip into the back pockets of Derek’s jeans and pull their hips flush together.

Derek goes pliant against him, the most restraint he can manage as Stiles’ hips roll against his, teeth grazing his earlobe. All he can think about is how perfectly they fit together like this, made for each other. Mate.

With that thought, he crumbles.

His hands rove to touch every inch he can reach as he finds Stiles’ lips again. He needs more, to feel skin against skin, but when his thumbs flit beneath Stiles t-shirt, he freezes.

He pulls back an inch, trying to work out the sudden squirming unease as Stiles takes the opportunity to mouth at his neck instead. A traitorous part of Derek’s brain has his head tilting back for more, even as it whirs to grasp the thread eluding him.

Something’s not right, something about Stiles’ t-shirt. It takes him a lot longer than it should to work out why that’s significant.

Five minutes ago, Stiles had been wearing his usual plaid-over-tee, red and grey check over black. Derek knows because Stiles had had the sleeves rolled up and Derek was barely able to tear his eyes away from the veins mapping his forearms. Now, the shirt is nowhere to be seen and his t-shirt is plain white.

With that realisation, it’s like the first domino toppling: he didn’t hear Stiles’ Jeep preceding his return, didn’t recognise the footsteps or the heartbeat approaching up the lift even though Derek could tap out the rhythm of Stiles’ at any given moment. It was all forgotten as soon as that scent hit his nose and Stiles distracted him with that kiss.

“Derek?” Stiles has a hand reaching out, his lips swollen, hair wild, pupils dilated. Derek did that to him. Only, it isn’t Stiles.

“Incubus,” Derek hisses around a mouthful of fangs, claws popping ready to do damage.

Stiles slithers down from the counter, erection outlined at the front of his jeans, and Derek digs a fang into his lip, drawing blood.

“Derek, you don’t have to fight this,” Stiles coaxes, stepping closer.

Derek sways despite himself and it has nausea swirling in his stomach.

Stiles’ hands slide up his chest and round to cradle the back of his neck but Derek shoves him back.

“Don’t touch me.”

He retreats further but the incubus follows, continuing in that same wheedling tone that’s making the hairs on Derek’s arms stand on end to hear it coming from Stiles’ mouth.

“It’s okay, Derek,” he breathes, almost as if his mouth is pressed close to Derek’s ear. It sends shivers up his spine of both the good and bad variety, but the thrall has weakened under his fury.

He grabs the incubus by the upper arms and slams him into the wall beside the fridge.

“You come into my home?” he all but roars, barely able to see through a haze of red.

The incubus’ mouth is open in that same way Stiles’ always is, offering a glimpse of the glistening wetness just inside. His gaze flickers between Derek’s eyes and lips, seeming unfazed by the Alpha werewolf coiled on the edge of violence with hands close to his throat.

Derek is reminded of that time in Stiles’ room two years ago when he pushed him into his bedroom wall, back when Stiles still had the cute buzzcut and was still scared of him. His eyes had been drawn to Derek’s lips then and it was the closest Derek’s ever come to breaking and revealing just what Stiles is to him.

After that, he vowed to never let himself get so close again, at least not before Stiles turned eighteen. Being faced with what he’s been aching for for the past two years, it’s crushing to see how weak that resolve really is.

As the red in his vision fades, all he can see is Stiles grimacing at pain Derek is inflicting as he squeezes his arms and he leaps back, retracting his claws. Shame courses through him even as he reminds himself it’s not really Stiles he was hurting.

“Get out.”

The incubus sighs, like it’s just experiencing a minor inconvenience, but it does start to head towards the door.

“Give it time. Soon you’ll be seeking me out,” it promises as it steps out the door.

“If I see you again, I’ll tear out your throat,” Derek hisses back.

“Could you do that to this face?” the incubus asks, fluttering his eyelashes.

Derek yanks the door shut with a snarl.

He listens to the incubus’ retreat, chest heaving with rage that has no avenue to escape. He’s unsettled, like there’s something crawling beneath his skin that he can’t cut out. The stink of the incubus is still lingering, clinging to his clothes and wafting around him as he tries to pace out his aggression. He tosses them straight in the wash, changing into a fresh set before opening every window in the loft and scaling down the side of the building from the balcony. He needs to run, mark out the perimeter of his territory and check on each member of the pack even though he knows the incubus bears them no threat. And if he happens to stand outside one house longer than any other, well, no one needs to know.

 *

 He doesn’t see Stiles again - the real Stiles - until two days later. Lydia’s throwing a party for her eighteenth birthday, a much quieter affair than parties previous ever since the plunge into the world of the supernatural shook up her priorities and made her realise what — and who — truly mattered.

Derek had pre-empted any begging by declaring he wasn’t buying them alcohol, but it’s apparently being provided by Lydia’s mom — along with strict rules involving water and more water. Though, with most of the partygoers unable to get drunk, it's not like there's much to worry about.

He's just climbing out of his car beside the already packed driveway when the rattle of Stiles’ jeep approaches and pulls in to park at the side of the road behind him. His heart clenches as he turns round.  Stiles’ excitement is palpable as he jumps out, eyes lit by a beaming smile, and Derek barely notices Scott and Kira climbing out behind him.

He stands frozen. An incubus’ illusion can’t extend beyond the skin, so his Jeep proves it’s the real Stiles, but he can’t forget how the incubus had managed to so easily override what his senses had been telling him. The memory of having him close enough to count every eyelash and feel his breath skimming his cheeks has been haunting him ever since it happened. He knows what his lips feel like now even if they weren’t his and he can’t take that back, can’t stop his skin crawling with shame at how violated Stiles would feel if he ever found out.

Derek can’t hold his gaze. Instead, he stalks up the front path after no more than a nod and leaves the front door ajar when Lydia answers at the bell. He’s not managed to even utter a ‘Happy Birthday’ before something pink and fizzy is thrust into his hand, a cocktail umbrella skewering a cherry balanced on the edge of the glass. Erica is unable to stop giggling at the picture he makes and he doesn’t mind humouring her.

He hands Lydia a card containing a gift voucher for a hair product brand he’s never heard of that her mom told him to get and she sets it down on top of a small pile of presents on a cabinet beside the door.

Natalie is just heading up the stairs with some cartons of Chinese takeout as Derek steps through to the kitchen, keen to leave the kids to their fun. She offers him a cheerful greeting and, not for the last time, he's grateful to have another parent in the know who doesn’t frown at the older — exonerated — murder suspect hanging around their children.

Derek doesn’t plan to stay long either, and not just because of his turmoil over the incubus. It’s times like these when he notices the age difference between them despite how they’ve had to mature with everything they face on a day to day basis. He knows they need this, and they need it without being under the strict, watchful eye of their Alpha.

He could also do without the reminder that it isn’t Stiles’ eighteenth they’re celebrating, that there’s still a couple of months to wait before he can finally make his intentions known, all the while having to fend off an incubus on the prowl.

At the kitchen counter, Allison and Isaac are mixing up some revolting concoction of whatever they can get their hands on and Derek hurries to slip through to the living room before they can rope him into being their guinea pig. He joins Boyd and Jackson on the plush couches where they're already nursing beers and tries not to listen to the ruckus that erupts in the kitchen with Stiles’ arrival. Derek is not surprised at all to see him snatch up the drink Allison and Isaac had been inventing and take an over-enthusiastic gulp.

Those in the kitchen eventually pile into the lounge and squeeze onto the sofas, Derek ending up pressed between Stiles and the arm. His free hand clenches into a fist at the press of heat from Stiles’ body all down his side and he digs his nails into skin, wishing he could use his claws.

The one pink drink is all Derek allows himself before heading to the kitchen to return the glass and catch Lydia where she's pouring herself another so he can say goodbye without drawing attention.

She's already swaying a little, proof the party started a little earlier for her, and she sighs as she wraps her arms around his middle and sags against him. Out of habit, he pats her on the head, and it speaks to how much she’s already drunk that she doesn’t scold him for messing up her hair.

He slips out the front door into the night during a bout of raucous laughter from the living room, clicking it softly shut behind him. They’ll notice his absence but he knows they understand and at least appreciate him making an appearance, however brief.

He takes a deep breath of the night air. For the last two days, he’s felt like the stink of the incubus has been caught in his nostrils and no amount of fresh air is able to shift it, even now. He sighs, trudges down the front path to his car lit by an overhead streetlamp and is just reaching for the handle when-

“Derek!”

His gaze flickers up to Stiles coming towards him across the front lawn, eyes sparkling. He starts to smile in spite of himself, but then he takes in the too wide stripes on his green and blue plaid shirt and his jaw tightens.

“Hmm. Not quite right?” the incubus asks, plucking at the collar. “It's the best I had at such short notice.”

Derek bristles at the implication that he must have spied on Stiles to copy his outfit. Creep.

“What if someone sees you?” Derek hisses.

The incubus just shrugs. “It won’t be him they’ll see.”

Derek had forgotten for a moment that incubi take on the visage of what someone finds the most attractive, appearing different to every person who looks at them.

���Though, I do wonder who loverboy would see if he looked out the window right now. Tall, dark and broody? Or fiery strawberry-blonde?”

Derek ignores the jibe; incubi can’t look like women, no matter a person’s preferences.

“I said if I saw you again I’d rip out your throat.”

One corner of the incubus’ mouth quirks up in a smile and he tilts his head back, exposing the pale column of his neck. “I won’t stop you.”

Derek hisses through fangs trying to lengthen. “Stop. Following me,” he growls, and wrenches open his car door. He slams it shut behind him and flicks on the locks before the incubus can decide to follow; he doesn’t want its stench soaking into his car too.

He heads straight out of town, planning on just a short drive to relieve some of his aggression but doesn’t get back to the loft until the early hours of the morning.

 *

 On rare quiet nights in Beacon Hills when Derek’s thoughts get too loud, Jungle is the perfect reprieve. He doesn’t like to think about how something about that is kind of fucked up, how he’s so accustomed to the constant threat of death that it’s more unsettling when nothing’s trying to kill him or the people he cares about.

Derek has no qualms intimidating a patron out of a bar stool, and he sits for hours letting the thunder of the bass and the beat consume him.

He doesn’t dance. Music has never affected him in that way, instead being something he’s always soaked in instead of released. Not like Stiles.

Since the kanima incident, Derek has spotted him there at least once a month. He wasn’t going to tell him he shouldn’t be there. He knew how teenagers reacted when told they couldn’t do something and Stiles fell on the extreme end of that spectrum. Instead, he always claimed a spot that gave a clear view of him to keep an eye out for any trouble - while making sure Stiles never spotted him in return. Usually, his flailing limbs are given a wide berth as he dances like someone possessed, a fact he either hasn't noticed or doesn't give a damn about, and Derek spends most of his night burying his laughter in his drink. On the rare occasion someone isn’t put off by Stiles’ wild dancing, a flash of his eyes is all he needs to have them turning tail.

Stiles has never tried to hook up with anyone though. He seems more than content with just the dancing, always ending the evening flushed and sweaty. Derek doesn’t spend the rest of his night thinking about what it would be like to go home with him.

But today, when Derek turns to cast his eyes over the crowd, he almost chokes on his drink.

Stiles is surrounded by a crowd of men, all with eyes on him and all vying for his attention in return. He’s wrapping every one around his little finger with just a look or a touch.

But no. This isn’t Stiles. There’s no enthusiastic flailing or stray elbows, no blinding grin. Instead, the incubus is fluid, in sync with all the men around him and in a much more revealing wardrobe. He’s mesmerising.

Despite the realisation it’s just the incubus, Derek’s claws are still threatening to emerge at all the hands running over him, only able to see Stiles being groped, no matter that they’re each seeing their own fantasy.

The incubus glances over his shoulder, sees Derek and smirks. Derek’s stomach still swoops at having Stiles look at him that way even though he knows it’s only an imposter. He tears his eyes away and turns back to his drink.

“Did you really think I’d give up that easily?”

Derek can’t help the way his shoulders hunch at the incubus’ approach. He narrows his eyes and casts his sideways glance around the room, wondering why this incubus is so keen on hounding him when he has a whole horde of willing meals to choose from.

The incubus must be able to read the question on his face because he smiles, the one Stiles uses when he knows something no one else does, and leans in close.

“Do you know how rare a feast it is to feed on the energy of an Alpha pining after their mate?” He takes a deep breath, pupils dilating, and a cloud of the incubus’ potent arousal swirls around Derek. It brings back flashes of kiss-swollen lips, of Stiles arching under his hands, of honey and Derek and mate.

He chugs down the rest of his drink and slams the glass onto the bar almost hard enough to smash it. As he battles his way through the crowd of writhing bodies to the exit, he’s sure he hears a dark chuckle.

He doesn’t look back.

 *

 The problem with Beacon Hills is it can never be quiet for long. He hears from the Sheriff there have been reports of a new drug on the market that brings the user’s hallucinations to life, and though John’s managed to convince bystanders they were under the influence of the drug too, his deputies are starting to get baffled.

Accounts so far include seeing people shooting sparks from their fingers, levitating and, in one case, even conjuring a pink elephant that trampled a few cars. Luckily, the corporeal hallucinations disappear when the drug wears off. It means the Sheriff didn't need to try and explain the exotic pachyderm spotted wandering down main street at two in the morning to the relevant authorities. It’s a miracle no one's been hurt so far.

Fae magic is Derek’s first guess and he knows the best place to start looking for the culprit. It just happens to be somewhere he’s been avoiding ever since he found out the incubus has made it its feeding ground.

The plan was to take care of it himself but Stiles 'accidentally’ overheard while the Sheriff was bringing Derek up to speed and, before he knew it, the task had become a pack outing. He doesn't bother trying to put his foot down; they’ll just sneak in the back with or without him.

As soon as they’re inside the club, the rest of the pack scamper off like kids at a fair despite Derek specifically ordering them to stay close. He turns his eyes to the ceiling and shakes his head before attempting a calming deep breath and seeking out the nearest shadowy corner in search of his quarry. It’s no surprise he finds the incubus first.

He’s halfway through his search of the edges of the club when a hand presses to the wall in front of him, halting his progress, and he looks to the ceiling in his second eyeroll of the night. The attitude drops away, along with his jaw, when he looks at the incubus crowding close. There’s a light sheen of sweat over his collarbones, his cheeks flushed from exertion and his bright eyes are hooded like he's already fed but is still hungry for more.

He leans in to speak into Derek’s ear, but to say what, he doesn’t find out. His eyes snap to the real Stiles barging across the crowded dancefloor towards them, a determined set to his jaw.

“Trust you to find more trouble,” Stiles yells over the music once he reaches Derek’s side, pinning the incubus with narrowed eyes. “We can’t leave you alone for a second!” He’s already patting at his pockets for something. “What kills shapeshifters? Silver?”

Derek grabs his wrist when he sees the flash of a blade emerging from one of his pockets.

“Put it away,” he grunts. As much as he’d like to run the infuriating creature through with it himself, he’s not actually a threat to anyone. Unlike myths would have people believe, an incubus feeding on a person’s life force never leads to death, just mutual satiation.

Stiles still looks suspicious but he does leave the knife in his pocket. The incubus takes it as his chance to melt back into the crowd.

“Don’t come crying to me when someone with your face robs a jewellery store and lands you in cuffs again,” Stiles sniffs, wagging a finger under his nose.

Derek’s head snaps round from where he’d been scanning the area for the incubus’ retreating figure, mouth agape. “With my…” He can barely breathe. But if to Stiles the incubus looked like him, it means...

Stiles tilts his head, squinting. “What?” he shouts, waving a hand at his ears. “Human, remember?”

“It’s nothing,” Derek shouts back, but his heart is pounding in his chest and he thinks he might need to sit down.

Stiles still looks suspicious but he seems to think better of pushing it. “Come on. The quicker we sort this out, the quicker we can dance!”

Derek’s feet move to follow Stiles of their own accord, the rest of him still scrambled. But right now isn’t the time for an internal freak out. He needs to deal with the fae - who Lydia’s probably making cry already - and keep the fact the shapeshifter is actually an incubus a secret from Stiles so he doesn’t realise what he’s just admitted.

On an impulse, he reaches out and grasps Stiles hand so as not to get separated in the crowd. Stiles squeezes back. For the first time in years, he feels lighter than air.

 *

 With the Fae taken care of and Stiles’ itch to dance scratched for at least a few weeks, Derek gives Jungle a wide berth. Instead, he finds a little bar on the other side of town with a very different clientele. It’s expensive, but quiet, which are probably closely related.

Soothing jazz piano tinkles from the speakers, something he’d initially thought pretentious but has since found eases his thoughts like a trip to Jungle would, just in a different way.

It’s especially fun knocking back Long Island Iced Tea after Long Island Iced Tea and watching the bartender grow increasingly baffled at his lucidity. He makes sure to walk home though. If the bartender happened to spot him getting in his car after all those drinks, he’d become a nuisance and if he got pulled over for any reason, a breathalyser would still put him off the charts, no matter his sobriety. He doesn’t mind it. A quiet walk in the early hours is the perfect conclusion to his evening, even if he does run into a hostile creature of the night more often than not.

Still, apart from the disturbing time he was approached by a middle-aged couple trying to seduce him for a threesome, his evenings at the bar have at least remained largely undisturbed.

He’s sobered in the few weeks since Stiles’ unwitting confession. After the initial buoyancy, it wasn’t difficult to remind himself that Stiles finding him attractive doesn’t actually mean anything, even less when he takes into account that incubi can only take the form of men. If a succubus came to town, who’s to say she wouldn’t be a better match for Stiles’ preference? But if he’s Stiles’ ultimate ideal in a man… that has to mean something.

Right?

He’s just ordered his fourth drink of the night when the door opens behind him and the breeze it lets in tells him who it is without the need to look. He heaves a mental sigh. So much for peace and quiet, though he supposes it’s a miracle his hiding place remained a secret for this long.

“No,” Derek says, without turning round and before the incubus can take even two steps inside the door.

The incubus’ pheromones are quick to fill the smaller space and it’s more of struggle to fight off the effects when it isn’t muddled by the warring scents of Jungle. But Derek clings to his new knowledge, to his Stiles, and it's not difficult to deny this bastardisation.

The incubus huffs after what Derek is sure is the sound of grinding teeth. Running into Stiles that night at Jungle has really messed up his plans.

“Derek—” the incubus says, Stiles’ voice begging and though it makes him shiver at the memories of his name breathed into his ear, he’s resolute.

“No,” he repeats and goes back to his drink.

After a few seconds, the door slams and Derek smiles, allowing himself a little toast of triumph.

 *

 Derek stands at two minutes to midnight staring at the calendar stuck to his fridge. Stiles’ birthday is ringed three times (courtesy of Erica) and he traces the line with his finger, one, two, three.

The day he's been waiting for is finally about to arrive, but he's still not entirely sure how to tackle things from here on.

He's not going to do anything bold like ask for a date and sweep him off his feet. Over the years, he’s made sure to keep it a secret that Stiles is his mate and done his utmost to conceal every and any sign of attraction. Doing either of those things might catch Stiles off guard and he wants to ease him into the idea that there could be more there, more between them.

The wolf is urging him to go to Stiles immediately, but he tamps it down. The best course of action would be to see him tomorrow at a more reasonable hour, preferably with no one else present. So far, he's done his utmost to keep him at arm's length and to never allow the two of them to be alone, but spending time together one on one now might be the way to break down the wall Derek has painstakingly built.

The clock strikes midnight and his agonising over when to see him is for nought when he hears the approaching judder of Stiles’ jeep. Derek crosses to the window and watches as it pulls to a stop in its usual spot, Stiles climbing out to stare up at the building for a few long seconds.

If Derek concentrates, he can hear the familiar pitter-patter of his heart, elevated slightly with nerves. With the presence of the jeep, the heartbeat and then the familiar sound of his footsteps as he heads inside, Derek knows he can’t be a visitor in disguise, though it still conjures an uncomfortable memory.

Unlike the incubus, Stiles pauses outside of Derek’s door and Derek can feel his own heartbeat starting to match Stiles’, his breath coming quicker. He can’t think why Stiles would be here, now of all times, beside his own wild hopes spiralling out of control in his head.

He slides the door open and Stiles stares, eyes wide with fear and maybe a little bit of hope. Derek’s probably just projecting his own feelings, but something inside him still goes loose when he sees him there, as it always does whenever he’s present.

Stiles’ fingers twitch at his sides and he wets dry lips. The incubus could never be this convincing.

“So. I’m eighteen now.”

Stiles doesn’t get to finish whatever speech he’d planned out. At those few words, the wolf can’t be held at bay any longer and Derek relinquishes his control to it, reaching out to curl his hand around Stiles’ nape and pull him in — slowly — for a kiss. He’s half-expecting Stiles to leap back and demand to know what he’s doing, but there’s no resistance despite the chance Derek gives him, just a soft Oh and then their lips meet.

He’s imagined what it would be like to kiss Stiles hundreds of times, but after the incubus’ trick, he felt like the moment had been stolen from him. But a kiss from this Stiles, the real Stiles, is hesitant unlike the incubus’ hunger, chaste instead of consuming.

Stiles’ eyes remain closed when Derek pulls away.

“Happy Birthday,” Derek whispers.

Stiles’ eyes flutter open, blinking rapidly in confusion. “I thought- I thought I was going to have to do more convincing. Like, I was ready to whip out charts and diagrams to explain why we’d be good together, but you—”

Derek smiles and swipes his cheek up one side of Stiles’ neck, scenting him. “But I...?”

“Scott’s always said you look at me funny—”

Derek straightens to look him in the eye and raises an eyebrow. “Funny?”

“Like— Like you can’t not?”

Stiles cheeks are pink and Derek can feel his own ears heating up.

“And you know what Erica’s like.”

Derek huffs a laugh. He knows exactly what Erica’s like.

“Even Boyd said I should maybe make a trip over here and if Boyd thinks something’s a good idea, there’s not really anything to argue.”

It seems Derek hasn’t been as stealthy as he thought.

“A pretty good pair, right?”

Derek ducks his head and smiles. Matt had no idea how close to the truth he’d been. “Yeah.”

“I did make the right decision though, didn’t I? I thought… I’d hoped you were just waiting until I was eighteen. I know how important that would be to you, to wait—”

Derek feels a rush of affection and buries his face in Stiles’ throat. Stiles’ hand cradles the back of his neck and he waits patiently for Derek to steady himself. He’s not sure he’ll ever get enough of the way their scents mingle and intertwine.

“Does your dad know where you are?” he asks as he finally draws away. If they’re really going to do this, he wants to start on the right foot, no secrets.

“He said you’re invited for dinner tomorrow. Or, you know, today. You know, if you said yes to—” he waves his arms around, “—this.”

Derek covers Stiles’ mouth with his hand before he can keep on. “Yes.”

Stiles smiles against his fingers and tugs them aside. “He also tried to give me ‘the talk’ again and shoved a box of condoms at me then pushed me out the door, so.”

Stiles hangs his bag off one shoulder and makes to dig around inside but Derek lays a hand on his wrist. Stiles’ breath catches and he stares up at him through his eyelashes, mouth hanging open in that infuriating, tempting way of his.

“There’s no rush.”

Stiles’ gaze softens and he presses his lips together in a private smile. “Yeah.”

They’ll wait until Stiles is really ready, and when Derek’s ready too. Instead, they spend the night cuddled in Derek’s bed, the volume of the TV turned down low and barely watching.

“I always imagined there’d be a lot less clothes but,” Stiles presses his face to Derek’s neck, his voice small. “This is nice.”

“It is,” Derek agrees, rubbing a reassuring hand up and down Stiles’ back.

Derek isn’t going to tell him he’s his mate yet. It’s way too soon to start talking about for life and Stiles is still too young. Maybe in time he’ll realise that this, with Derek, isn’t what he really wants and he should never feel obligated to stay with him. But Derek doesn’t need to worry about that for now. Stiles is here with him in this moment and that’s all that matters.

They fall asleep not long after but not before Derek asks, “How could you tell which was me? That night at Jungle?”

Stiles is quiet for a moment as he remembers which night Derek means and answers through a yawn. “Your clothes were different. And he didn’t do a very good job in the face department. His beard was too thick.”

Derek bites at his lip to hold in a laugh. Looks like he’ll be leaving his razor in the cabinet for a week or two.

[perception-sets-it-fair]

Still addicted to sterek...

(explicit fics cuz I have issues)

Honey Can't You See (The Bloodstains On My Teeth) by Loup_Aigre,TroubleIWant Apocalypse like sitch, McCall and Hale packs become allies to deal with threats. soulmates, magic Stiles, nogitsune, enemies to lovers we can take our time by KouriArashi Stile spends his heats alone, Derek wonders why. police, alpha derek, omega stiles, heat, hurt/comfort, past non-con Constantly on the Cusp by alisvolatpropiis Gay deputy Stiles and closeted firefighter Derek dirty talk, versatile stiles, some jackson/stiles, lots of hatesex Take Shelter by tresshots Stiles has a slutty highschool rep, he and Derek start hooking up Misunderstandings, verbal humiliation, dirty talk,slut shaming, brief jordan/stiles What a pair we make by tugela54 Stiles boss goes into a rut, he decides to help him out Office romance, alpha derek, omega stiles,feral behavior, implied mpreg, dubcon Suprises Come In All Shapes And Sizes (Or; The Dare That Literally Bit Stiles In The Ass) by agirlnamedtruth Stiles lost a bet and wears panties… which Derek discovers Panty kink, feminization,dirty talk, barebacking, I Don't Blame You for Being You (but you can't blame me for hating it) by LadySlytherin Derek hit Stiles with his car by accident, now Derek has to help injured Stiles Injury recovery, masturbation, pack dynamics, mpreg Ad Astra Per Tentaculum by morganoconner Derek and his pack rescue those caught in slave trade… in space Tentacles, au, telepathy And You Say You're Alone by taelynhawker Post torture Stiles turns to Derek and his pack in his recovery Aftermath of torture, pack dynamics, kanima Jackson, alive Boyd/Erica Untouchable by tugela54 Professor Stiles and athlete Derek bottom stiles, rough sex, sneaking around It's a Cruel World, but It's Cool by MellytheHun Post nogitsune, Scott takes the pack on a bonding camping trip Outdoor sex, love confessions, hurt/comfort Windows by dr_girlfriend Derek thought his neighbor was staring and makes a horrible first impression. It gets better from there. Blind stiles, slow burn, pack building, misunderstandings, angst and fluff Feral by VincentMeoblinn Stiles was sold to a pack of wolves and went feral.Derek helps him recover hurt/comfort, pack dynamics, wolfed out sex, past abuse Don't Savage The Messenger by exclamation There is a boundary line between werewolves and humans. Stiles takes his dad’s place when the sheriff is taken. It turns out that the werewolves are nothing like what he thought. Slavery (nonsexual), slow build, emissary Stiles, au-werewolves are known, violence

[voldiebuns]

100k+ Multi Fandom Fic Recs

Happy Fandom Fic Rec Days! I read a lot of fic, and I read a lot of really long fic, so I thought it would be fun to put together a list of really long fics for day one. Here’s a list of 20 of my favorite 100k+ fics. Fandoms represented are:

Harry Potter

MCU

RPF

Stargate Atlantis

Star Trek

Star Wars

Teen Wolf

I’ve noted the ratings and some of the tags/themes, as well as primary and additional ships, but please be sure to check the warnings before reading.

Enjoy!

Harry Potter

Harry Potter/Tom Riddle | Voldemort

Abandon and Reclaim by Batsutousai series | others | Rated E | AU, child abuse, torture, angst Harry Potter is left to fend for himself in muggle London the summer between his sixth and seventh years. There, he meets Voldemort and, in a strange turn of events, they become friends.

Kiss or Kill by mortalus Rated M | AU, time travel A freak accident transports our favorite attractive psychopath forward in time from 1942 to 1996. Attempted homicide and attempted romance ensue, not necessarily in that order.

A Snake Named Voldemort by estalita11 Rated M | AU, turned into a snake!Voldemort After being turned into a snake and unable to change back, Lord Voldemort is forced to turn to the only other living Parselmouth, Harry Potter. After making a deal, Harry agrees to help the Dark Lord return to his human form.

MCU

Clint Barton/Phil Coulson

The Dangers of Dating a High School Principal by tawg series, WIP | Rated E | AU, principal!Phil, civilian!Phil Clint has never been a fan of museums, especially not museums where the exhibits are trying to kill him. But he will admit, it's not a bad place to meet people.

Phil Coulson's Case Files of the Toasterverse by scifigirl47 series, WIP | Steve/Tony, others | Rated E | AU Phil has problems with these people.

RPF

Chris Pine/Zachary Quinto

Supernova by medeafic series | Rated E | angst, D/S, caning, knifeplay, and more Chris and Zach are trying to make a long distance relationship work. And Chris is getting curious about what things are like from Zach's perspective. Sequel to Captain Spanky.

Stargate Atlantis

Carson Beckett/John Sheppard/Rodney McKay

Arpeggio by perryvic, Zaganthi (Caffiends) series, WIP | others | Rated E | AU, trans!Rodney, mpreg, kidfic, non con (forced in side pairing), presumed dead "An All-Life. Two-Made-One," the Wraith said and Rodney started to get a really bad feeling about this. "Male and female combined in one form. They are food only for the Queens. They must not be fed upon by others."

John Sheppard/Rodney McKay

Indelible by shaenie Rated E | AU, spanking, angst, getting together, miscommunication John has a useful gift for compartmentalization: he discards the irrelevant and moves on. Then Rodney makes an ill-considered move on a mission, John steps up to take responsibility for making reparations to the locals, and things take a turn for the complicated as Rodney, an alien society, and an armada of ships make standard operating procedure completely impossible.

Whaleverse by naye and Sholio series | AU, magic, fae!John, angst, hurt/comfort Rodney McKay, raised by a pod of telepathic whales. John Sheppard, mage with fae blood. Teyla Emmagan, rune-scientist. Ronon Dex, winged soldier. On the waystation of Atlantis, they're about to become embroiled in an age-old war against a brutal enemy.

Star Trek

James T. Kirk/Spock

Evolution by rhaegal Rated E | AU In his first year in command of the USS Enterprise James T. Kirk must gel his new team together, adapt to his abrupt change in status over his friends, and deal with falling for his first officer. And, of course, there's always someone out to threaten the galaxy.

Sunset and Evening Star by LeslieFish Rated M | AU, time travel, religion A time-travel mission gone wrong traps Kirk in the past and returns the Enterprise to a different and challenging future.

Take Refuge in What You Know by corpus-invictus Rated M | AU, Starfleet Academy, agoraphobe!Spock, bonding, h/c Kirk has moved into a apartment and wants to get to know his neighbors. He meets his neighbor Spock, a loner who suffers from extreme agoraphobia. Kirk thinks he's beautiful enigma.

Star Wars

Armitage Hux/Kylo Ren

Children, Wake Up by hollycomb WIP, series | Rated E | rape recovery, angst, violence, hurt/comfort Hux and Kylo find something in each other that completely changes everything.

Teen Wolf

Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

His Only Defence by LunaCanisLupus_22 Rated E | AU, omegaverse, mates, knotting, violence Stiles had just accidentally challenged an alpha. Oh God and Scott had just stood by and let him do it. He was the worst best friend ever. Stiles was going to kill him. Except oh right the alpha was going to kill him first. Like beyond dead, ripped into tiny little pieces dead. So far dead that his dad would not be able to identify him, dead.

Not as Described by febricant series, WIP | Allison/Scott, Jackson/Lydia | Rated E | AU, slavery, non con Stiles may have made a huge mistake.

The Rory to My Amy by linksofmemories series | others | Rated E | AU, everyone is human, pining, fluff, angst, age difference, family Derek is Scott's older brother. Stiles is Scott's best friend. Derek is falling in love with Stiles. This is a bit of a problem.

The Searching Ceremonies by KouriArashi Allison/Scott, Cora/Isaac, Peter/Sheriff, others | Rated M | AU, mating, underage, angst 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....

Starts with "F", Ends with "U" by RemainNameless series | Rafael McCall/Stiles, others | Rated E | dubcon, rape/noncon, underage, pedophilia, angst, daddy kink, BDSM, violence, read all warnings An alternate (but compliant) canon wherein Rafael McCall and Stiles hook up pre-werewolf shenanigans. When McCall comes back to Beacon Hills, it quickly spirals out of Stiles' control. Derek becomes his sole confidant, his anchor, and maybe something more.

War Zone by StereKDestiel series, WIP | Allison/Scott, Castiel/Dean | Rated E | AU, Supernatural crossover, violence, character death, angst Stiles makes a move. Derek shoots him down. Viciously. Stiles runs away and gets himself kidnapped by a werewolf pack.

What I Did On My Summer Vacation by grimm Allison/Scott, Isaac/Lydia | Rated E | AU, magic!Stiles, wolf!Derek There's something weird about Beacon Hills that Stiles can't quite put his finger on. The way everyone in town knows his name the day he arrives. The way they insist the melancholic howling that echoes through the forest every night is just a dog. The way his dad denies getting a dog, even though Stiles comes home to find one sprawled across his bed, some big black thing whose eyes gleam red in the right light. The way that massive oak tree out in the woods vibrates under his touch, pulsing with sickly life. There's something weird going on in this town, and Stiles is determined to get to the bottom of it.

[stefymoon]

Chapters: 29/29 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Talia Hale, Laura Hale, Cora Hale, Peter Hale, OMC, Vernon Boyd, Lydia Martin, Sheriff Stilinski, Melissa McCall, Chris Argent, Allison Argent, Victoria Argent, Kate Argent, Gerard Argent, Erica Reyes, Isaac Lahey Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Arranged Marriage, Alternate Universe - Historical, Alternate Universe - Werewolves Are Known, Prince Stiles, Prince Derek, King Scott, Minor Allison Argent/Scott McCall, Alternate Universe - Royalty, Forced Marriage, general Kate Argent warning, Angst, POV Derek, POV Stiles, alternating pov, OMC is an asshole, mention of past emotional abuse/manipulation, Tattooed Stiles, Magic Stiles, Minor Melissa McCall/Sheriff Stilinski, Minor Vernon Boyd/Erica Reyes, minor dubcon, Hand Jobs, Canon-Typical Violence, Minor panic attack, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Bottom Derek, Coma Summary:

"I'm sorry, I believe there's something wrong with my hearing," Stiles said. "Because I could have sworn you just told me you set up a betrothal agreement with the Hales. A betrothal agreement involving me. Me."

Scott smiled his easygoing smile and nodded, which told Stiles no, he hadn't misheard a damn thing.

After seven years of lengthy negotiations, the treaty between the Hales and the Argents has fallen apart and the two countries fell into war.

Months later, there's an uneasy truce, thanks to the intervention of King Scott McCall, but it won't last. In a desperate attempt to maintain the peace, the Hales sign a treaty with the McCalls to marry Prince Derek to Prince Stiles Stilinski, King Scott's brother.

In the history of the world, there have been many better ideas.

[felicitous-one]

Chapters: 29/29 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Talia Hale, Laura Hale, Cora Hale, Peter Hale, OMC, Vernon Boyd, Lydia Martin, Sheriff Stilinski, Melissa McCall, Chris Argent, Allison Argent, Victoria Argent, Kate Argent, Gerard Argent, Erica Reyes, Isaac Lahey Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Arranged Marriage, Alternate Universe - Historical, Alternate Universe - Werewolves Are Known, Prince Stiles, Prince Derek, King Scott, Minor Allison Argent/Scott McCall, Alternate Universe - Royalty, Forced Marriage, general Kate Argent warning, Angst, POV Derek, POV Stiles, alternating pov, OMC is an asshole, mention of past emotional abuse/manipulation, Tattooed Stiles, Magic Stiles, Minor Melissa McCall/Sheriff Stilinski, Minor Vernon Boyd/Erica Reyes, minor dubcon, Hand Jobs, Canon-Typical Violence, Minor panic attack, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Bottom Derek, Coma Summary:

"I'm sorry, I believe there's something wrong with my hearing," Stiles said. "Because I could have sworn you just told me you set up a betrothal agreement with the Hales. A betrothal agreement involving me. Me."

Scott smiled his easygoing smile and nodded, which told Stiles no, he hadn't misheard a damn thing.

After seven years of lengthy negotiations, the treaty between the Hales and the Argents has fallen apart and the two countries fell into war.

Months later, there's an uneasy truce, thanks to the intervention of King Scott McCall, but it won't last. In a desperate attempt to maintain the peace, the Hales sign a treaty with the McCalls to marry Prince Derek to Prince Stiles Stilinski, King Scott's brother.

In the history of the world, there have been many better ideas.