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@sterekfanfic
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Stiles is a struggling author barely making ends meet.
Derek is a successful architect whose biological clock is ticking.
Enter a surrogacy agency, two packs, and a particularly sticky and toe curling heat week and you get a match made in heaven.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
"A lot of times the ‘markings’ were common, simple things you said to strangers all the time. 'Excuse me'; 'thank you'; 'hello'. Some got extremely romantic things like 'it’s you isn’t it? I’ve been waiting for you' or 'Wow you’re really pretty'. And they were always the first words their soulmate would ever say to them.
Of course, having 'You are the fucking worst kind of person in the world' tattooed down your side, didn’t bode well. How fucked up was Stiles Stilinski that even his fucking Soulmate hated him? High School had been a special kind of hell when all the kids learned what his tattoo said—despite his best efforts to keep it a secret."
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“You’re the only person that can help us and we need a place to crash. Can we stay at yours? Just for the week? I promise we’ll be quiet and—”
The feeling of dread quickly turns to panic and Derek forces out through a tense jaw, “Who’s ‘we’, Scott?”
Scott’s face morphs into a look of sadness and pity before he responds with a defeated, “Me and Stiles.” He tenses, as if to brace for the rejection Derek is sure to give him, because there’s no way that Derek would agree to house his ex-boyfriend for a week, even as a favor to his brother. Not after everything that happened, after the devastating heartbreak he still hasn’t fully recovered from.
He takes a deep breath and sighs, “Okay,” despite every intelligent part of his brain yelling at him that it isn’t a good idea. - - - - - - Scott and Stiles are pro surfers in need of a place to stay for their upcoming competition. Out of all the things Derek expected this summer, being asked to house his brother and ex-boyfriend for one week wasn’t on the list.
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“I don’t make a good impression, I know,” Derek grumbles. “It’s fine. I get it.”
“Noooo,” Stiles groans in frustration, “but it isn’t fair because you’re not that guy, you’re not an asshole and you give cats punny names so they have a better chance at being adopted.”
“Who told you I named the cats?” Derek asks, his brows scrunching together in confusion.
“Scott,” Stiles smirks. “My favorite so far was Purrsephone.”
(Or the one in which Derek and Stiles both volunteer at an animal shelter, Derek works with cats and gives them punny names, Stiles works with the dogs, and misunderstandings ensue).
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Stiles’ parents had the happiest, gushiest, a-typical connection that you could hope to hear about. They had met in an interview and within that month they had bonded. Just like that, they had instantly known that they were going to love one another. A lot of people gave them flack for being too quick, but when you felt a connection, you felt a connection, or so they always told Stiles. And from that day on the Stilinskis were the happiest pair of bondmates you would ever hope to find in Beacon Hills, and when Sentinel Stilinski became Papa Stilinksi, and then only a few years after that Sheriff Stilinski, his bondmate was always there to guide him along his way. His loving wife and the beautiful mother to his son. And after her death he would never be the same again, the emotional wound too jagged to fit another Guide within his life, like a puzzle piece with only one other matching cut-out, now gone forever.
Was it too much that Stiles wanted the same?
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Sentinel AU where Stiles is a Guide looking for real connection, and Derek is a Sentinel forced to get a Guide.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Stiles is an unbonded spark, so he's been dealing with courting alphas since he was ten. It's gotten a lot worse since he turned sixteen. Some are assholes, some are nice, but Stiles hasn't wanted to spend the rest of his life bound to any of them.
When Derek Hale shows up at his school, Stiles expects him to be just another asshole alpha attempting to buy him with expensive gifts. But Derek Hale puts no effort whatsoever into his courtship gifts. Stiles ought to be offended but instead he finds it refreshing.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
This is the Stiles he wants to know. The Stiles few do know. Not the Lacrosse player. Not the man-eater. Just Stiles. With his sarcastic sense of humor and passion about things other than sports. Derek wonders and wants to ask why Stiles hides so much when who he really is is just so beautiful, but he doesn’t. He will save that for another time.
But as Derek inhales one last time before it all goes black he realizes there is no more time.
It’s a tragic tale and Derek almost laughs. His life had become so cliché and not how he intended it to go at all.
Fire stains and paints everything with color.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Derek is a Lit. student just starting his third semester. He's a cat person, and he's got two best friends that like to make his life difficult.
Stiles is super attractive, and does not condone irresponsible pet ownership.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Derek Hale, Stiles thought, indignant, was a goddamned scholiastic menace.
In which tenure-track Professor Derek Hale is polite and friendly to Stiles Stilinski, ABD, every year at the academic conference they both attend; and Stiles tries to be contented with pining after him—until after one night at a bar, far too many doubles, and some injudicious texting, thanks to his total inability to know when to stop talking, Stiles just may have ruined everything.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Stiles is probably the worst omega ever, which drives every one of his friends insane. Except for, surprisingly, Derek.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“I'm saying – let's fake it.”
Derek blinks at him. Hard. Stiles never knew that someone could physically make a blink look hard, but there Derek goes, slamming his lids together like he's fucking exercising them. “Fake it.”
“Pretend, dumbass,” he backhands Derek lightly on his upper arm. “Pretend like we're doing as well as our parents want us to and then they'll be off our backs, right?”
“We don't have to pretend anything, Stiles,” Derek says evenly, in a tone that suggests he'd much rather be yelling. “We're literallysoulmates.”
“That's the beauty of it! It's going to be so fucking easy. I can't believe we never thought of this before,” he runs his hands through his hair and shakes his head in amazement, grinning from ear to ear. “Holy shit. I can't believe I just solved all our problems for us, man.”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“So you want to go to Prom with me just so you can get a plastic crown and a fifty dollar gift card to Outback Steakhouse.”
Stiles sets his jaw. He wants to go to prom with Derek because he wants to go to prom with Derek. But, of course, he's stubborn and prideful and can't admit to Derek how it's barely been twelve hours since they officially broke up and he's already barely handling it as it is, so he just raises his chin in the air and says, “yes.”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Stiles has been fucking obsessed with famous werewolf author Derek Hale since he was fifteen years old and the first book came out. Like, embarrassingly obsessed. Like, had a poster of the guy hanging up on the wall above his bed, obsessed. When Hale moved back to Beacon Hills, Stiles just figured he'd hole himself up in his rebuilt mansion, writing his fourth book, never to fulfill Stiles' endless daydreams about running into him and having the alpha fall madly in love with him.
It's completely fucking improbable and nonsensical, would never happen in a million years, so of course Stiles somehow winds up in a no-strings-attached agreement with his literary idol, all while eating chicken McNuggets out of his pocket at random intervals and plotting the demise of the McFlurry mixer.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Apparently, Derek is being stalked by a renegade graffiti activist.
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Or the college AU where Derek is a serious art student, and Stiles is the graffiti artist ruining his life (until he’s not).
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Maybe it’s petty — okay, it most definitely is — but it just irritates Stiles that the universe makes people like Derek Hale. He’s practically superhuman at lacrosse; he’s been blessed by the puberty gods with stubble and muscles on top of muscles and not a pimple in sight; he spouts off effortless monologues in Spanish class while Stiles is still struggling to remember how to say “Can you repeat that?”; he could probably make a killing as a male model; and when he asked Lydia to study with him, she said yes. Like, seriously, what the fuck.
so I just wanted to say that I love your blog so much! I was wondering if you had any fics where werewolfs are owned my humans? preferably long, preferably explicit. thank you!!!!
Sure sweet! Here’s what I’ve got for you:
When Rome’s in Ruins (We Are the Lions) by Kedreeva
[Explicit; 14/14 Chapters; 200k+ words; Graphic Violence]
Pack Up; Don’t Stray by the_deep_magic
[Explicit; 7/7 Chapters; 55k words]
Both are absolutely awesome; I’ve reread them multiple times. Enjoy!
-Destiny
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Stiles wants to give the Hale boy a hug.