An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Talia Hale, Peter Hale, Alan Deaton, Melissa McCall
Additional Tags: Mythical Beings & Creatures, Gods and Humans, Derek is a god from some vague mythology, stiles is a human, Sacrifice, Memory Loss, Amnesia, Fate, Destiny, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, This also has a Thor/Jane vibe too I guess
Series: Part 4 of Howlnatural's Tumblr Fic
Summary:
Derek is only too aware of his destiny - choose a calling, ascend to the pantheon of gods that the rest of his family is a part of. Trouble is, though, he can't seem to decide where to focus his strengths, shies away from the power and responsibility thrust upon him and prefers to escape and to watch the progress of humanity throughout time. He feels a bigger affinity with the humans than with his own kind, and revels in watching the fragile, mortal creatures he loves so much embody all the traits he holds dear. It's a passing hobby, that is, until he catches a glimpse of someone who demands his attention like no other.
The universe is so much older than most people know. Even with Earth's scientists and theorists, it is so much older than the Big Bang, than the gasses and bacteria, than the dinosaurs and the ice. Before all of that, there was nothing but a vastness of space. But something has to come from something, of course. Nothing begets nothing, as the adage goes, and in that vast space of nothing, there was something. Two somethings, in fact. Nameless beings from another universe, slipping through a tear in the fabric of time and space itself. They saw the nothingness of the universe and wanted more, wanted a world to call their own, so they came together to create something out of themselves; the blank universe was their canvas and their power was the paint.
(AU in which Stiles and Derek are gods)
Tomorrow can wait
Rating: Teen and Up
Word Count: 1845
Stiles never meant for them to know. Deaton shouldn't have noticed an inkling of his magic, but Stiles supposed it was lucky that he only recognised that small spark, rather than the full extent of his power.
Best served cold
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 35604
Stiles and Derek want revenge now that they both have their powers and memories back. They're planning on annihilating the human race, completely and utterly wiping humanity from the face of the Earth that they created.
Scott's not happy about that and is determined to stop them, no matter the cost to himself or his pack.
Facing a crossroads
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 6249
Four years have passed since Stiles and Derek left Beacon Hills, and today, they're going back to face Scott's army.
Derek sat on the small chair by the couch, leaning forward as he rested his head in his hands.
The thundering boom announced her presence as Allison stepped forward, her eyes darkened with sorrow and her expression twisted by fear and pity. She drew in short breaths, trying to fight her tears. “His father…”
“It’s okay,” Derek said quietly. “You don’t have to say it. I know.”
Stiles straightened, looking from Allison to Derek. “What’s going on?”
Allison swallowed hard. “Your father has waged war against the Underworld.”
Stiles’ eyes flew open wide. “What?” he gasped. “No, he can’t…”
“He can,” Derek said quietly. “And he has.”
He rose from his seat, slowly walking towards the door.
“You’re going to fight him?” Stiles rasped, torn between the two.
“No,” Derek admitted. “I take full responsibility for the decisions that have led to this. I go willingly, alone, and without resistance.”
“You can’t,” Stiles started, fighting back tears.
“I must,” Derek replied.
“No,” Stiles muttered, shaking his head. “No, no, no.”
He met Stiles’ gaze, his aventurine eyes swirling with emotion as he said, “I am willing to die if it means that you are safe.”
He didn’t grab his cape, nor draw the shadows into armour. He wore only his clothes as the large doors opened and he made his way through the dark tunnel. He held his head high, ignoring the sound of Stiles’ cries as they trailed through the shadows, crying out for him.
Tears of rage fell down Stiles’ cheeks. He staggered to his feet, stumbling over to the fire side. He reached for the small plant that grew there, plucking the red and green apple that hung from the branch. He lifted himself onto his feet, his legs pedalling beneath him as he ran for the tunnel. He collapsed against the cavern walls, the damp earth soaking his shirt. The soft cotton clung to his frail body as he forced himself to keep going, his ankle throbbing in protest. He grimaced, tears streaking down his cheeks as he pushed himself further.
He knew Derek wouldn’t offer a fight; he had to get there before his father killed him.
He dug his bare feet into the earth, forcing himself to sprint as he ran through the seemingly endless darkness. He stumbled and fell to the ground, his hands and knees sinking into the mud. He pushed himself upright, grabbing the apple as he ran.
A glimpse of light broke through the darkness as he sprinted out into the light of day.
Heavy grey clouds filled the sky, rain crashing against the earth and soaking him through. The winds lashed at him as he staggered forward, squinting against the pouring rain. He could make out a lone figure standing at the edge of a field of wheat, showing no resistance to the army that charged towards him.
“Derek,” Stiles gasped.
He pushed himself away from the craggy bluffs of the mountain face, running into the open field. He stumbled past Derek, ignoring the man’s protests as he stood defiantly between Derek and his father’s army.
Stiles slid to a stop, standing tall as the wave of armed forces raced towards him. Horses’ hooves thumped the earth, the pounding beat rolling through Stiles as he stood still.
His heart hammered against his ribs as he kept his gaze focused on the figure at the front; his father.
The advancing army slowed to a halt as John’s eyes fell on his son.
Stiles tightened his grip on the apple, lifting it towards his mouth.
“Stiles, no!” Derek screamed, sprinting towards him.
But he was too slow.
Stiles bit into the apple, letting the bitter juice flood his mouth, the crunchy flesh falling against his tongue.
Derek stumbled to a halt, stopping as he stared at the boy, his eyes wide with shock.
Stiles’ father stepped forward, his face mirroring Derek’s confusion.
“Stiles,” he said, struggling to find his voice. “Why would you…?”
“I’ve made my choice,” Stiles said.
“Stiles, you have no idea what you’ve just done,” Derek rasped.
“I grew this apple myself,” Stiles pointed out. “I know exactly what I’m doing. I’m putting an end to all of this.” He turned to face his father. “I know you’re trying to protect me, I know you feel bad about what happened to mum, but none of that is Derek’s fault. He has done nothing but protect me. He saved my life.”
John shook his head and muttered, “You’re as stubborn as your mother.”
“I prefer ‘defiant’,” Stiles replied with a smile.
There was a thundering boom as Chris appeared, sparks of electricity dancing over him.
“Argent, please, tell me there’s some way to undo this,” Derek pleaded.
Chris shook his head. “I’m sorry, but the rules are the rules. Stiles is bound to the Underworld.”
“Only partially,” Stiles corrected. He tossed the apple to Chris. “It was grown in the Underworld but with heavenly magic, making it an amalgamation of the two Worlds. Which means I can roam both, as long as I split my time evenly between the two.”
Chris couldn’t help but smile with pride.
“He’s right,” he announced. He turned his clear eyes to John. “Your son is a smart man.”
“Something else I get from my mother,” Stiles said, a mischievous smile lifting the corners of his lips as he winked in his father’s direction. He turned and reached for a stalk of wheat. “That, among other things.”
He felt his power flow through him, his eyes glowing as streams of golden light seeped into the ground. The wilting crops flourished, filling the fields with golden wheat. The open stretches of grass burst to life, bursts of colour spread across the lush green as the wild flowers bloomed. The leaves returned to the trees, lush fruit hanging from the branches.
Stiles let out a weak sigh, his eyes fading to their natural hue.
His body weakened as he fell back into Derek’s strong arms.
The man steadied him as Stiles tried to regain his senses.
Stiles looked up at Chris, watching as a kind smile spread across the man’s weary face.
“Stiles Stilinski; God of Spring,” he paused for a second before adding, “and King of the Underworld.”
Hi, I was wondering if you have any fics based off the Percy Jackson series?
Those Who Deal in Fire and Blood by thestreetballet (complete | 7,402 | Rated T)
Ares is not pleased when Kate Argent, daughter of Eris, messes with his children i.e. Laura and Derek Hale. Also, Stiles has two mommies and Nico di Angelo has a sister complex.
It’s all about genetics by BellaP (complete | 2302 | Rated T)
Bianca was the woman who raised him, the one he called “mom”, the one for whom he cried when she died. But she was not his biological mother. Because his biological mother was a goddess… Literally.
Children of the Wild Ones by baichan (10/? |9,527 | Rated T)
Stiles is an unclaimed. Derek is the son of Ares who worries the boy he's slightly obsessed with will end up being his sibling. Scott thinks his half-blood brother wants to kill him and Allison is Apollo's daughter so obviously the sun sets on her shining face. Oh, and the gods of Olympus can't keep it in their pants, but you already knew that, right? That PJaO Camp Half-Blood AU.
Newcomer by leyline (complete |4,614 | Rated G)
A new demigod arrives at Camp Alpha. (Percy Jackson series AU)
Written in the stars by stilinskisoul (complete |46,187 | Rated E)
Stiles arrives to Camp Half-blood. He's the only one there whose godly parent's identity is unknown and he also sucks at fighting. He needs to train himself to give a better performance not to hold back the members of his team. One of them is always fed up with him.
And for the time being, someone tries to kill all the demigods in the camp.
Would it be possible to get a god!Stiles (or god!Derek) tag update?
god stiles
Leave a Message After the Beep by lielabell (complete | 730 | Rated E)
Stiles rolls his eyes, embarrassment melting away in an instant, “Messenger for the gods here,” he says, “kind of important and busy and all, don’t really have time to be your broody highness’s booty call,” but he steps into the chamber anyway, pulling the door shut behind him.
god derek
they can keep me high by anothershower (complete | 2,417 | Rated M)
Stiles builds an altar.
i'll see your rainbow bridge and raise you a box of poptarts by Swing Set in December (complete | 900 | Rated G)
Stiles just wants to finish his thesis, he's really not prepared to make first contact with gods.
and you should check the official sterek library's percy jackson crossover/fusion tag!
can you do an update for god!Derek and/or god!Stiles?
A Pantheon of Problems by Circe6 (complete | 37,082 | Rated E)
"You are a reincarnation of a Greek God Stiles."
Most of the coffee ends up on the floor, the rest goes on Derek's shirt, what's certain is all of it leaves Stiles' mouth in a single spluttering explosion.
Children of the Wild Ones by baichan (7/? | 6,559 | Rated T)
Stiles is an unclaimed. Derek is the son of Ares who worries the boy he's slightly obsessed with will end up being his sibling. Scott thinks his half-blood brother wants to kill him and Allison is Apollo's daughter so obviously the sun sets on her shining face. Oh, and the gods of Olympus can't keep it in their pants, but you already knew that, right? That PJaO Camp Half-Blood AU.
Gods Of A Modern Age by Sodafly (complete | 1,458 | Rated G)
“Just because we’re gods doesn't mean we have to be nasty to each other.”
with broken soul by hale (complete | 2,383 | Rated E)
They're Death and War, companions and lovers, harbingers of doom.
Raise Your Weapon by afterism (complete | 3,174 | Rated T)
Stiles is Death and Derek is War, but they're both still so human. Also, the apocalypse is happening. So there's that.
