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[stiles-halee]

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 8 Not a Lie

Chasing a lizardman through Beacon Hills was definitely harder than it seemed. Scott had his head stuck out a window trying to catch a scent, but mostly Stiles was just following Derek, who seemed to be getting more of a scent than Scott could. But then again he was an Alpha and a born wolf, so maybe it wasn’t Scott’s fault. Or maybe Scott was following Derek’s scent. Stiles wasn’t sure. But Stiles was definitely getting Scott to go to a training session with Derek soon. He was just drove. Trying to keep up.

When they finally cornered Jackson/Kanima under a bridge, Stiles was forced to stay in the car, nearly out of sight and just watching as his best friend and his Alpha did their best to fight him. But then of course the Argents had to show up. Stiles really didn’t understand the appeal of dating an Argent that Scott seemed to find. Especially when it could get him killed.

He turned off his lights and whipped the Jeep in reverse turning around to hopefully not get the wolves or himself caught by Argents.

As soon as Scott was in the car he took off, away from the sound of bullets, praying that Derek was okay. But he didn’t have to wait long to find out though because a block from the bridge, a body slammed onto the roof of the Jeep, startling Stiles who looked to Scott to keep him safe.

But Scott just shrugged. “It’s just Derek.” And sure enough at the next red light Derek flipped off the roof and took off running again.

--------------------- By some miracle Scott and Stiles managed to track the Kanima, to the Jungle. A bar on the Southside of Beacon Hills.

They hid behind a wall, watching and waiting for the Kanima to appear.

“Did you see where he went?” Stiles asked in a hushed whisper after startling Scott.

“I lost him.”

How does a wolf even lose someone? Didn’t they smell everything? “What? Can’t you just look around for a scent?”

“That’s the thing. I don’t think he has one. I was mostly following Derek’s scent when I lose sight of it.” Oh. Derek. That makes sense. Maybe Derek sense of smell was better. He was an Alpha after all.

“All right. Any clue where he’s going?”

“To kill someone.” Scott was all self-riteous vigor. Like it was a stupid question.

Stiles just rolled his eyes. It was obvious he was going to kill someone. He couldn’t hold in his sarcastic response though. “Ah. Right. That explains the claws, and the fangs, and all that. Makes perfect sense now.”

Scott gave him a look. Like he was tired of Stiles’ sarcastic genius. But he couldn’t help it and he made sure that Scott knew that. “What? Scott come on. I’m 147 pounds of pale skin and fragile bones, okay? Sarcasm is my only defense.”

Scott looked frustrated, but didn’t say anything else about Stiles sarcasm, so that was an up side. “Just help me find it.”

Stiles wanted to shake Scott. “Not an It. Jackson. Jackson Whittmore. Remember? We’ve known him since we were in third grade.”

Scott at least had the forethought to look chastised. “Yea. Yeah. I know that.”

“Did anyone else see him back at your house? I was a little busy making sure Derek didn’t kill Lydia.” Which Stiles had managed to accomplish, but not really. Derek had still wanted to kill her after they spoke, but at least now he knew that Stiles was right. Maybe now he will actually listen to Stiles. Or not. He is the Alpha so who knows.

“No, I don’t think so. He had already passed Derek’s test, so they weren’t exactly focused on him.”

“Yea, well that’s the thing isn’t it. How did he pass the test? When it is definitely him.”

Scott shrugged, entirely unhelpful. “I don’t know. Maybe it’s like an either-or thing.”

Stiles stared at Scott. Clarity filling his mind. That made sense. Either or. Either Kanima or Jackson. No inbetween. Not like a wolf. “I mean, Derek said that a snake can’t be poisoned by its own venom, right?” Scott nodded. “Well, when is the Kanima not the Kanima.”

Scott seemed to be catching on. “When it’s Jackson.”

Stiles looked to the sky trying to think, but noticed the Kanima. Jackson. He waved his hands out at Scott trying to get his attention, backing slowly away from the wall. “Uh… Dude… Do you see that?” They watched as the Kanima’s tail whipped through the open window.

“He’s inside.” Stiles didn’t understand why though. Why the Jungle? “What’s he gonna do in there?”

But Scott cut off any further thoughts Stiles had about Jackson’s possible plans. “I know who he’s after.”

Stiles couldn’t help but look at Scott in mild shock. Scott wasn’t really one for sussing out peoples plans. “What, How?... How? Did you smell something?”

“Armani.” That was a strange thing for Scott to smell. Scott definitely didn’t normally know cologne like that. But he looked up and noticed Danny. Which made sense. Scott had sniffed practically the whole lacrosse team by this point.

---------------- They managed to get inside after Scott broke off the handle to a door. Sometimes super strength definitely came in handy. Just the thought of super strength though made him think of Derek. Derek who was probably way stronger than Scott. Who could definitely manhandle Stiles. He had before. He shook off thoughts of Derek because being horny and afraid was definitely not productive.

Even if Stiles hadn’t been bisexual, he would have known that Jungle was a gay club after just a cursory glance. Scott however was not very observant. Even with his werewolf senses. The mostly naked men dancing on tables definitely should have been a clue. Or maybe the drag queens that had begun stroking Stiles’ face. But nope. He was a terrible wolf. Not that Stiles would necessarily tell him that. He just made a sarcastic comment and followed Scott to the bar.

“Two beers.” Stiles ordered. Well aware that no one would actually serve them, even with their fake IDs. But being in a gay club was making him think of Derek in a way that was definitely going to start to be uncomfortable, so maybe the bartender would take pity on him. He could use a drink.

But from the skeptical look on the guys face, he knew it wasn’t true. “I.D.s?” The guy definitely didn’t believe their fake IDs, which was disappointing since they had cost a pretty penny. Maybe it was because they weren’t dressed for a club.

“How about two cokes?”

Stiles couldn’t help, but try one last time. He could really use a drink. Especially since Jackson was currently a lizard monster and somewhere in the building. Knowing his luck he would be the one attacked. “Rum and Coke, sure?”

Judging by the bartender’s dry look it wasn’t happening. So he just bobbed to the music and admitted defeat. “Just coke is fine. I’m driving anyway.”

When they were handed over and the other bartender said Scott’s was paid for, he couldn’t help but feel jealous. Scott wasn’t even interested in men. Stiles was. But of course it didn’t matter that he had more options because no one would be interested in him anyway. No one had and no one will. He threw Scott a scathing look at his smug little face and set a few bills on the bar. Focusing instead on the task at hand. Finding Jackson. He could wallow in self-pity later.

He scanned the dance floor looking for Danny trying to get his emotions under control. But he was interrupted when the bartender came back.

Stiles looked at him curiously when he put a fruity looking drink down in front of him. “It’s a virgin. I’m still not serving you, but some gorgeous guy on the other side of the bar bought it for you.” Stiles gaped. Looking across the bar to try to find out who it was, but no one was looking at him. He giddily took a large sip of it. Not even caring that it wasn’t alcoholic.

He took a second to savor it. Savor someone actually choosing him over Scott. Before turning back to focus on Danny, who he finally managed to get eyes on.

“I found Danny.” He said pointing him out. But Scott wasn’t looking, he was staring at the ceiling. “I found Jackson.” And sure enough, when Stiles looked up there was creepy lizard Jackson. Right above Danny.

“Get Danny.”

Stiles could do that. Get Danny run. Leave lizard fighting to the werewolves. Though Scott was just a baby wolf. But still. He was worried. “What’re you gonna do?” Scott didn’t respond, he just unsheathed his claws. Which he supposed was sort of a plan.

“Works for me.” He took off, trying to fight his way through the crowd to Danny. But no matter how much he shouted, Danny didn’t hear him. And damn it no one would move. He was getting jostled. Hard.

When he saw the first person drop to the ground, he knew he was too late. Too late to get Danny out unscathed. But maybe they could still save his life. He continued to fight to get to him, when he noticed Derek’s red eyes through the fog. Thank god. If Derek was there at least they were safe. For the most part.

He heard Scott yell and then people started screaming. He lost track of Scott, Derek, and Jackson. So, he shoved his way out the back door. Praying that Scott was out there. But it wasn’t just Scott. Scott was knelt over a bloody unconscious Jackson. Damn, Derek did a number on him. He couldn’t help, but swoon for a second at how strong he was. Just a second. Before focusing back on Jackson.

“What do we do with him?” Scott was a bit too frantic. So, Stiles did what he does best. Take charge of Scott. Directing him to carry Jackson to the Jeep.

Police cars and ambulances were surrounding the area before Stiles got a chance to get them far far away. Because of course Scott had to go talk to Danny. To make sure he was okay and to see if he had seen anything. Stiles had been paralyzed too. He knew Danny would be fine. But of course Scott the Saint didn’t care that they could be caught.

But of course it was wishful thinking to pray they would get out of this without him having to lie to his dad. Again. Of course Scott Had to demand that Stiles do something about his Dad. Because what else is he good for than blatantly lying to his father.

So he flailed out of the Jeep. Trying to figure out the best lie for this situation.

“Hey, dad.”

“What are you doing here?” This was not good. Arms crossed across his chest was never a good sign.

“What do you mean what am I doing here? What? It’s a club. We were clubbing. At the club.” God, why was he cursed to ramble like an idiot. It definitely wasn’t going to make his dad believe him.

His dad looked back at the building skeptically. “Not exactly your type of club.”

Damn. He had hoped to avoid talking about his sexuality with his dad. “Uh.. Well dad...There’s a conversation that…..”

But before he could actually tell the truth for once. His dad cut him off. “You’re not gay.” So definite. Like he knew Stiles more than Stiles did. He definitely did not though.

“Uh. What?... I could be.” He felt defensive almost immediately.

His dad just shook his head. “Not dressed like that.” Stiles couldn’t help but look down at his clothes. Okay so it definitely wasn’t the best clubbing outfit. But He didn’t think looked terrible. He was wearing jeans at least. Not his best ones. But what did that really matter. No one ever looked at him anyway.

“Well as great as that thought process is Dad. I am. Well, bisexual at least. Maybe leaning more toward guys. I haven’t really thought about a girl since Lydia and we are just friends. But who knows maybe there will be another girl who catches my eye. But for now I know for certain about the guys thing.”

“Stiles. Really? This is the second crime scene that you just happen to be at. And at this point I have been fed so many lies that I am not sure who the kid in front of me is. Now, what the hell is going on? And don’t lie to me.” Stiles hated that tone. Like he dad was sure he was lying. And for once he was actually being honest.

“Yes. Really. I’m not lying. I am bisexual. This may not have been how I wanted to tell you, but Danny had just broken up with his boyfriend and Scott and I took him out to make him feel better. I didn’t know this was going to end up a crime scene, Dad. I just wanted to help him get his mind off things. That’s all.”

“Well, that’s really good of you guys. You’re good friends. Now get out of here. We are discussing the other thing later.”

Stiles couldn’t help but smile before turning away from his dad and heading back to the Jeep. That had gone better than expected. He had been afraid to tell him. But Damn. From the way Scott was smiling softly at him, he had definitely been listening in. Fuck. He hadn’t wanted Scott to know. Scott would figure out just how much Stiles liked Derek. It wasn’t like he was very good at keeping his feelings a secret.

He took off quickly as soon as he was in the car. Praying Scott didn’t feel the need to comment.

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Naughty Fox 3

Derek stopped tickling Stiles when the young fox turned thirteen. It wasn’t that Stiles had outgrown it, or that Derek didn’t want to anymore, because he still loved making Stiles giggle-cry. But after one, too many incidents, Derek figured it was time to put a stop to it, before either of them got in trouble.

The first time it had happened, Stiles had frozen beneath Derek, eyes wide in shame and confusion. Derek had tried to laugh it off and continue but Stiles had screeched at him and pushed him, disappearing from the loft in such a shaky haste that Derek feared for him.

It seemed wise to pretend that it never happened. All was okay.

Till the day Derek had let his guard down again and grabbed Stiles by the waist, subduing him easily, this time in Stiles’ bed room as Stiles screamed and cried and laughed and begged to be let up.

Then it happened again.

In moving Stiles around, Derek somehow found himself cradled between stiles legs, where Stiles dick poked at him, already hard. He stopped moving before Stiles was even aware of what was happening. And as he tried to calm down, the room started to fill with the most enticing scent of arousal and innocence and desire… and eagerness.

He looked down at the boy, as Stiles started to steady, laughter dying on his lips while he returned Derek’s stare. His heartbeat was running a hundred miles an hour but he didn’t look away. He didn’t try to move.

Caught, trapped between Stiles’ brittle legs, Derek suddenly realized how much trouble he could get in with the Sheriff, if he spent another second, drowning in the scent of his mate, aroused, untouched and completely at his mercy.

Pulling Stiles’ legs from around his waist, Derek got to his feet and ran from the room, knowing that it would take days, weeks… forever, before he could forget the scent.

But even then, as he ran from the room, uncomfortable and aware that he was denying his body what he needed, Derek didn’t know that a much worse experience awaited him in Stiles room.

He had no idea, that he would open the door to Stiles’ room on Stiles’ sixteenth birth and see his mate staring at the world’s largest dildo with a very determined look on his face.

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“Derek?” Stiles called as Derek stepped back out and shut the door. “It’s not what you think.” Stiles said as he swung the door open and ran after Derek, dragging him back to look at him. “It’s not what you think.”

“You’re a grown up, Stiles. You can do what you want.”

“I’m not doing anything.” Stiles laughed. “It was a gift. It was a joke. Erica-”

“I’m going to kill her.” Derek vowed through clenched teeth.

“No.” Stiles scolded. “What? No. She was being silly. She wrote a note and told me she could get a-”

“I don’t want to hear anymore.” Derek covered his ears with both hands but Stiles pulled his hands down, laughing. “Fine, I won’t talk about it.”

They stood there, looking at each other, Derek with a horrified look on his face and Stiles, looking like he was seconds away from another bout of laughter.

“Just for the record.” Stiles stated. “I’m not going to let silicon take my virginity.” He raised his hands. “Just putting that out there.”

Derek shook his head.

“You don’t have to do that-”

“We made a promise to each other, Der.” Stiles said, wrapping his hands around Derek.

“The promise was about other people not-”

“Toys?” Stiles asked.

“Exactly.”

“Well, I’m extending it to toys.” He said, smiling cheekily. But then he faltered. “Unless you’ve been using-”

Derek’s eyes widened.

“I haven’t been using anything.”

Stiles’ smile dipped slyly.

“Well then it’s about time you use something.”

He tugged on Derek, leading him back to his room as Derek held his ground.

“Mm mmm.” Derek disagreed.

“Oh come on!” Stiles whined. “I’m sixteen. It’s my birthday.”

“The deal was till you’re eighteen.”

“I’m already legal so what’s it matter?”

“Your father said eighteen.”

“Well,” Stiles said, draping himself on the door frame. “He doesn’t have to know, then.” He winked at Derek and slipped into the room. “Aren’t you coming?” Stiles called from within as his shirt flew out and landed on the ground. Derek rolled his eyes. “I’ll start without you.” He teased as his jeans joined his shirt in a heap. “Alpha?”

Derek resolve broke as he peeped into the room.

Stiles was standing by his bed with nothing but a pair of boxers on as he watched the alpha.

“I get it.” He said. “You don’t want to defy my father. But I’m guessing we can come to a compromise.”

“Like what?”

Stiles pulled his boxers down as Derek fought not to track his gaze all the way down Stiles lithe body and pale, dotted skin. But just as he was about to ask, Stiles shifted and suddenly, Derek was staring at a fox. He walked forward, pacing around and between Derek’s legs, letting his tail rub and flick on Derek, then he stopped and looked up at the alpha and Derek finally understood.

Stiles was going to get Derek killed. He just knew it.

But if Derek could at least have this for the next two years, he was definitely going to take it.

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“Are you writing another fic instead of finishing the other three that are currently unfinished?”

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All Omegas from the ages of eighteen to forty are entered in the annual Mating Run, where one candidate will be chosen from each Sector to compete. A time of great joy and excitement, Stiles is praying he won't be chosen. While others turn in thousands of submissions, Stiles turns in one. He doesn't want to run, doesn't want to be mated to a random Alpha, doesn't want his life to change. Everyone wants the riches, fame, glory, and an Alpha to keep them safe and warm at night. Stiles just wants to be left alone. Surely he won't get chosen. Surely It's Impossible.

Part V is live people!

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Finally working on the next part of Surely It’s Impossible!!!

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 4/?

Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Summary:

All Omegas from the ages of eighteen to forty are entered in the annual Mating Run, where one candidate will be chosen from each Sector to compete.

A time of great joy and excitement, Stiles is praying he won't be chosen. While others turn in thousands of submissions, Stiles turns in one. He doesn't want to run, doesn't want to be mated to a random Alpha, doesn't want his life to change.

Everyone wants the riches, fame, glory, and an Alpha to keep them safe and warm at night. Stiles just wants to be left alone.

Surely he won't get chosen. Surely It's Impossible.

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I posted the fourth part of Surely It’s Impossible! I hope you guys like it and be sure to let me know what you think of the fic overall! I really appreciate your support here and on AO3. Merry (almost) Christmas!