An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Sheriff Stilinski, Scott McCall, Lydia Martin, Isaac Lahey, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd, Liam Dunbar, Allison Argent, Kira Yukimura, Kate Argent, Deucalion, Braeden (Teen Wolf), Jackson Whittemore, Malia Tate, Melissa McCall
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Human, Fast and the Furious series - Freeform, Undercover Cop Stiles Stilinski, cop!Stiles, Street Racing, Crimes & Criminals, Case Fic, Action/Adventure, Found Family, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst, Past Kate Argent/Derek Hale, Minor Allison Argent/Scott McCall
Summary:
“Wait, so can I race?” Stiles asks.
“I don’t know, can you?” Scott replies over his shoulder as he heads back into the garage.
Stiles laughs and gets in his Jeep before Isaac is tempted to come back for another hit. Scott McCall is absolutely nothing like Stiles thought he was going to be. He’s supposed to be the leader of the Pack, but he just seems really friendly and protective.
Derek on the other hand- well, Derek is complicated. And so far Stiles’ best in. It has nothing to do with how intrigued Stiles is by him or with how much he wants to sleep with him. Nope. Nothing at all.
That's a good way to put it, I kind of feel this weird hate toward it not because I didn't like it, but because it's just not best picture worthy And yeah, Mia had a ton of potential and she was interesting at points, but by the end I felt like they just abandoned character development in favor of spectacle. That did make it feel more like one of those old Hollywood musicals where the whole point is the spectacle and style, though, so I guess they succeeded on that end!
I just read your "Stiles is compromised" fics and I need more! Like I'm dying to understand all of the intricacies of the world and like are the Hale siblings living in the Argent house? Is Stiles like a mix of the stereotypical omega tropes and a debutante? Why is he so adamantly refusing Derek? I just really love this verse and really really really hope you continue it :D
Thank you! Omg, that fic is a mess, but I keep circling back to it, I’m determined to figure out how to finish it. It’s some sort of weird, nonsense world, I don’t even know – it’d probably be easier if I used the omega trope but I really didn’t want to? I don’t know, but I have definitely not abandoned it.
When you get this, you can publicly post something nice about at least 5 different people you follow, then copy and paste this in each of their ask boxes ( ﾉ^.^)ﾉﾟ
Aw yeah, spreading the positivity :) This is going to be very brief b/c I don’t have much time at present, but here goes:
Drea @ravenboyparrish obviously. You’re always coming into my ask box with wonderful things to say and just generally being supportive and lovely. I’ve really enjoyed chatting with you and getting to know you more so far!
@liska-rose You post a lot of awesome stuff and seem like a pretty cool person. Thanks for being one of my longest-standing mutuals on here!!
@maybehonestly because not only are you a talented fic writer, you’ve also been so enthusiastic and patient about encouraging me with my own fic, and I appreciate it lots. (Also, for some reason I only just realized today I wasn’t actually following you?? Weird. I thought I was.)
@roncheg We’ve never talked or anything (so, uh, hi!), but I just wanted to say, your art is so distinctive and GORGEOUS and probably my favorite in the TW fandom, which is saying a lot because this fandom is crazy talented.
@paramorin for running the only Administration series fan blog I’ve ever found. I love this series (The Administration series by Manna Francis, for those who don’t know it), but it’s pretty often overlooked. It’s great that your blog exists and continues to promote the books.
Yessss, I finally had time to update my Hunger Games AU! This is part 4.
Word count: ~3k
for @maybehonestly
[part 1] [part 2] [part 3]
“So, Stiles,” Jen begins. “It’s so wonderful to see you here tonight.”
Stiles squints a little in the harsh stage lights and tries to look cool and collected and not like he’s sitting for an interview in front of more people than he’s ever seen in his life. He’s pretty sure he’s had nightmares that started this way. “Uh, you too.”
He also tries valiantly not to stare at Jen’s towering swirl of blue hair. There are actual model ships pinned in it. Even after several weeks in the Capitol, he still isn’t used to how weird these people are.
“Let’s start with an easy question, shall we?” Jen says.
“I’d appreciate that,” Stiles grins. “It makes it less likely that I’ll publicly humiliate myself. Well, much more than I already have.”
Jen laughs. “Nonsense. We’re all charmed to death over you, ever since your daring debut as Little Red." As she speaks, the wall of screens behind the stage light up with photos of Stiles leaning into Derek’s side at the tribute parade, Derek’s hand resting possessively at the small of Stiles’ back and his eyes flashing beta gold up at the cameras. It’s the first time Stiles has seen the footage, and it’s--strange. It looks like a stranger standing next to Derek, but a stranger wearing Stiles’ face. Alien and familiar. He looks more like his mother than ever. That must have made it even harder for his dad to watch.
Stiles looks away.
“We all thought you looked very sexy,” Jen goes on, “but what do you think, Stiles? Did you enjoy your transformation?”
It was moronic and embarrassing, Stiles wants to say, but Deaton would kill him, so he sits back in his chair instead and gestures to his red tux with a confidence he doesn’t feel. "Well, red is a good color on me. And I like what it means to me, personally. Allison--my stylist--actually got her inspiration for it from a red hoodie I was wearing, which my best bro Scott gave to me right before I left. So in that sense, I feel like it's a nod to him. But on the other hand, the Little Red Riding Hood thing can feel a little emasculating."
Jen laughs. "Oh, I don't think you have anything to worry about there, Stiles." She winks at the crowd, who cheers and wolf-whistles.
Well, what the hell, Deaton did say to be charming. Stiles winks, too, and throws in a little wave. It’s oddly satisfying, after years of Jackson Whittemore and his friends calling him dweeby and pasty and threatening to snap him like a twig in gym class.
Jen turns back to him, her wig (god, Stiles hopes it’s just a wig) wobbling ever so slightly. “Just now you mentioned a ‘Scott.’ Is that a reference to Scott McCall, the young man you volunteered for at the Reaping?”
Stiles nods. “Yeah, yeah it is.” Jen is nodding at him expectantly, so he keeps talking. “He’s family, you know? We’ve been friends ever since the first day of first grade. I don’t even remember what it was like not having him there. I’d do anything for him, just like I know he’d do anything for me.”
“And we’ve certainly seen evidence of that,” Jen says. “When we saw you step forward in his place--well. It was heart-stopping. Absolutely heart-stopping. And so brave.”
“Er… thanks.”
Jen beams. “All right. So, one last question, just for fun. Tell me your most and least favorite thing about life in the Capitol.”
Stiles doesn’t even have to think about that one. "I love the food. Totally addicting. Especially the curly fries. It's been my lifelong dream to eat a curly fry, and now I can die happy."
Jen laughs, touches his knee. "I'm sure there are plenty of you out there in the audience who could relate to that, huh?"
A few people in the audience clap and cheer.
"But, Stiles, I don't think you've mentioned a least favorite thing yet."
That's the easiest question of all. "Okay. I don't know if you've ever been to District 7?"
"No," Jen says cautiously. "'Fraid not."
Not too surprising. Capitol people are practically the only ones allowed to travel, wherever and whenever, but the stupid thing is, most of them don't even want to go. The only one Stiles has met who's ever been to the districts, besides Erica (who was born there), is Allison. Apparently her family likes hunting. She's been to District 7, she says; she went with them a few times when she was little, before she got old enough to understand. Her parents and grandparents still go once a year, not to Beacon Hills but out to the wilderness where the trains don't run. Their luxury is that they can choose death, pick it up and put it down again like a curiosity. They've never been the prey.
"Then I'll tell you," Stiles says. "There isn't any good way out, not unless you have clearance to ride the trains, and most people don't. Not even my dad does, and he's a Peacekeeper. Beacon Hills is its own island in the wilderness. Most of us like it that way, but it's interesting: at least once a year, when it gets warm enough, someone tries to hike their way out. I don't know where they think they're going. But I do know, once they go in the woods, they never come out."
Jen laughs a little nervously. "Wow. That gives me chills. Like something out of a dark fairytale."
Stiles shrugs. "It's not that the woods are scary or really dangerous, not for us. Most of us make our living from the woods in one way or another. We know every tree for miles. It's home."
"That makes sense," Jen nods.
"But I think what people who aren't from the district don't realize is just how big it is. How much is out there between us and the rest of the world. You could walk for weeks, months even if you got lost, and still not see a single person--or so I've been told. I've never gone out that far. I've actually never gone more than a day without seeing my family, or at least I hadn't until the Reaping."
"Wow," Jen says. "You guys must be really close."
"Yeah." Stiles smiles. "So I miss them, and that's the worst thing of all. And--” He takes a breath. Here comes the cheesy part. Well, he thinks it’s pretty cheesy. Allison said it’d make the crowd melt. Deaton said basically the same thing, that Stiles should play up the family angle. Given his atrocious track record with any and all weapons, it’s really the only thing Stiles has going for him at this point.
“Yes?” Jen prompts.
“If my family’s watching this, I just want them to know one thing."
"I'm sure they're listening," Jen says. "I know I would be."
"Okay." Stiles takes a breath and looks directly at the camera for the first time all night. "I want to say: I'm in the forest, but I'm not lost. I haven't given up, and I'm going to make it out."
There's what feels like an eon of silence, a held breath. Then the crowd is going wild, a roar, and Stiles takes a bow. He drifts backstage still hearing that perfect thunder.
As soon as he's out of sight of the audience and the cameras, Allison is stepping forward to hug him and tell him he did great. It’s like the words cut the strings that’ve been holding him up all night; suddenly his legs feel like jelly. It’s all he can do to follow her down the winding hallway to the green room.
Erica and Deaton are waiting there with Derek's head stylist, Finstock, who’s wearing his usual tracksuit; he always talks in sports metaphors and insists that Derek call him ‘Coach.’
Erica's slouched on the white leather sectional in front of the TV, scrolling disinterestedly on her phone. Deaton appears to be staring thoughtfully off into space. Finstock is busy pacing. Stiles feels more grateful than ever he got Allison as his stylist. Finstock's bulging eyes and frantic energy always come across as more than a little maniacal, tonight more than ever.
By the time Stiles and Allison sit down on either side of Erica, Derek has already made his entrance. Stiles watches him shake hands rather grimly with Jen as she introduces him. It's weird seeing him like this, neat and clean-shaven in a waistcoat and blue satin cravat. He looks so much older than seventeen. (Unlike Stiles, who looks twelve no matter what he wears, but he’s trying not to be too jealous.)
"This is quite a special evening we're having," Jen begins as they take their seats. “I believe District 7 has one of the highest werewolf populations anywhere in Panem, but as you've probably discovered by this point, Derek, werewolves are very rare indeed in the Capitol."
Derek neither confirms nor denies this.
"So, Derek," Jen goes on, "how about you show us your fangs? We've all been dying to see."
She smiles encouragingly. Derek turns his face away to stare sullenly out at the crowd.
Erica snorts. “He doesn't seem interested in showing anyone anything except how done he is with this whole interview.”
Stiles struggles not to laugh.
Meanwhile, Finstock starts throwing curses at the screen. "No, no, no, damn it, you're ruining it, you look like you hate everyone--"
"You're the one who told him not to smile," Stiles points out.
"That was for the tribute parade. It was part of his persona. Tonight is completely different. It's not about playing dress-up, it's about being approachable, charming, likable..." Finstock gestures helplessly. On the screen, Jen is laughing awkwardly, all never mind and let's talk about you. "Look at him. He's killing himself. No one's going to sponsor him after this--"
"I don’t blame him," Erica interrupts without looking up from her phone. "’Show us your fangs’? How tacky can you get? Anyway, he’s got a plan up his sleeve. Wait and see. It's pretty good. You'll love it."
"A plan?” Finstock fumes. He’s slowly turning the same red as his suit. “As in, a surprise? Live, on national TV? He can't do that. He's got to clear it with someone first."
"He did clear it with someone," Erica says smugly. "Me."
The vein above Finstock’s left eye pulses angrily, but he seems at a loss for words.
On the stage, Derek is finally talking to Jen, describing the basics of his training regimen. Stiles would be annoyed she didn’t want to hear about his training regimen, too, but, well. He’s not the one who got close to top marks from the judges’ panel yesterday.
Granted, Allison did assure him that his 6 was more than respectable. Stiles is just happy he got any points at all, since he bypassed the weapons table entirely in favor of building a shelter and showing off his botany skills.
“Okay, Derek,” Jen says, “why don’t we shift gears here a little. I’ll be honest with you, I was really taken with you in the Tribute Parade, and I bet I’m not the only one. Ever since I saw the way you interacted with Stiles, I’ve been dying to know a little more about your romantic side.”
Derek looks physically pained by this statement. Stiles cackles.
“So tell us, Derek, do you have a girlfriend waiting for you back in District 7?”
Derek shakes his head, scowling. Stiles can’t say he’s surprised. But he is surprised when, instead of a curt, “No,” Derek hesitates and then comes out with, “Kind of. But not a girl. A guy.”
The audience gasps. Someone in the crowd shrieks with delight, or possibly scandal, and a ripple of laughter follows.
“A guy!” Jen smiles like this is the best news she’s heard all night. It probably is. Stiles can’t remember there ever being a gay (or bi?) tribute before. They’ll certainly remember Derek now.
“Wow,” Jen says. “So tell us about him. He must be great if he’s caught your eye. And don’t worry--we can keep a secret.” She winks.
Derek looks down at his lap, fiddles nervously with his tie. “He’s been it for me since the moment I met him, but we’re not actually dating. And at this point, it’d probably be pretty impossible, even if he did like guys, which I’m honestly not sure he does.”
Jen smiles a little flirtatiously. “I can’t imagine any guy being entirely straight around you. Especially now that you’re a tribute. A hero in the making.”
Derek looks like he doesn’t quite know what to do with that statement. He looks away, out at the enraptured audience. “I actually think that makes my chances with him worse.”
Jen shakes her head. “What do you mean?”
“I mean…” Derek takes a deep breath. “I mean that I’m in love with Stiles.”
*
There’s a funny sort of ringing in Stiles’ ears. For a long moment, he doesn’t move. He doesn’t even breathe. But the moment the door to the green room opens and Derek steps through, it’s like the spell breaks and all his thoughts come rushing back. And what all his thoughts are screaming is, “That asshole.”
Before Stiles even knows what he’s doing, he’s across the room and shoving Derek against the wall, fisting his hands in Derek’s stupid fancy clothes and yelling, “What the fuck was that, huh? You think you can make me into some kind of damsel in distress, make everyone think I’m just your weak human boyfriend?”
Derek stares back at him, wide-eyed and mute and not shoving him back even though he could probably send Stiles flying with just the flick of a finger.
It’s Erica who finally pries Stiles off him, looking fiercer than Stiles has ever seen before. "Wow, way to be homophobic, asshole."
Stiles kicks the wall. "That's not what I fucking meant--"
"And," Erica jabs her finger at his chest, "don't you dare get mad at him when he's doing you a fucking favor."
"A favor?" Stiles scoffs. Derek sinks back further against the wall. "I don't see how--"
"Well, I do. Trust me when I say people are eating this shit up. I bet it's going to be a trending topic on all the news-feeds tonight."
Stiles rolls his eyes. "Just how I want to be remembered, as some other dude's love interest. Soon to be some other dude's tragically dead love interest."
He tries for a dramatic spin and exit, but Erica grabs his arm and holds him back, easy. Stupid werewolves and their stupid muscles. “Listen, Stilinski,” she says, digging thankfully human nails into his arm, “you need to accept this as the gift it is. Everyone's going to remember you now. Everyone's going to ship you. Whether you like it or not, that's smart, strategically. Neither of you are strong enough candidates on your own to be the people's favorite--"
"Hey, I think--"
"Shut up, you're not that endearing," Erica snaps. "Alone, you guys aren't winning. That's not my opinion, that's fact. Just look at your sorry ass training score, Stiles. Even fucking Isaac Lahey beat you, and he's twelve."
Stiles is never going to live that down.
"But as soon as Derek said that about you, you could just see the crowd mentally rewriting him as a tragic hero. A teen heartthrob. Maybe even a beauty-and-the-beast type situation. He's not a monster with no personality anymore--he's in love."
Stiles rolls his eyes. Yeah, right.
"So if you can bear to swallow your man-pride for just one fucking second and let this happen--" Erica takes a deep breath. "If you can do that, you can up your odds of staying alive by a thousand, easy."
Stiles takes a deep breath, too. Over Erica's shoulder, Derek is watching him warily, tensed like he's prepared to make a run for it if Stiles comes after him. The thought is ridiculous. He's the werewolf; he shouldn't be scared of what the puny human thinks of him.
Stiles yanks his arm out of Erica's grasp, and this time, she lets him. Stiles makes sure to knock his shoulder hard against Derek’s on his way out.
*
It’s two in the morning and Stiles can’t sleep, can’t stop thinking about it.
It’s downright humiliating, is what it is. Little Red, hunted by the Big Bad Wolf. No one’s ever going to look at him now and think warrior.
And yet… and yet… Stiles isn’t stupid. He does understand the need for strategy. And yeah, okay, maybe a 6 from the judges isn’t anything to write home about. Maybe he does need another way to up his odds.
But god, he hates when Erica’s right.
Groaning, he shuffles across the hall in the dark and knocks on the door to Derek’s room.
When Derek answers, he doesn’t seem to want to look Stiles in the eye. “Stiles. Hi.”
“Hey.” Stiles swallows. “Listen…”
“I’m sorry,” Derek says suddenly, and his hand clenches around the doorframe, his knuckles going white. “I shouldn’t have-- I made you uncomfortable--”
“No, stop.” Stiles sighs and scrubs a hand through his hair. "It's--it's fine. You shouldn’t be sorry. Erica's right. It's smart. And I was a dick, she was right about that too."
Guys, as of right now I have 426 fics (and series) in my “TO READ” bookmark folder. I will never be done! But I can chip away at it and you can all reap the benefits in the meantime :) SO here’s today’s Fic Rec Friday, now with numbers so I can keep track of them better on my dash.
With Good Seeds by stilesinwonderland | 14.1K | T | Derek/Stiles
“So Hale,” Stiles says when he lets the raptors run free and bite at each other. He turns his wide brown eyes on Derek and grabs onto an overhead pole, leaning forward with a smirk. “It’s usually your sisters coming to yell at me. To what do I owe this pleasure?”
Or the Jurassic World AU I promised!
I Know A Thing About Contrition by sarcasticfishes | 14.4K | E | Derek/Stiles
Exactly four people had responded to the advertisement Derek had put in the local newspaper. En-suite room for rent at 14b Woodburn Street. Non-smokers, please. Contact Derek at blah blah blah- he wasn’t exactly optimistic.
Stacey was sweet thirty-something and a very good candidate. Quentin was a college student who seemed a little stuck up, quite frankly, but was apparently an astronomy major, so Derek didn’t think he’d be seeing much of him. Tim was an accountant, and seemed like a top guy if not a bit dull. All good candidates, Derek knew.
But Stiles. Stiles was something else.
Professor D. Hale by har1ey_quinn | 18K | T | Derek/Stiles
A series of outsider POVs on Professor Hale and his significant other (with some guest appearances from the pack)
my wings a hurricane by kellifer_fic | 20.3K | T | Derek/Stiles
Stiles had been like any other kid growing up in the era of dragons. He'd watched the cartoons, the news stories, had the lunch box. When his screening at Beacon Hills High had come up negative, he'd been disappointed but unsurprised. His positive results were returned three years too late for it to be in any way convenient or cool.
Or, the one where they ride dragons.
Martin & Reyes by clio_jlh | 20.3K | E | Lydia/Erica
The Alliance is the first line of defense against vampires and other misbehaving magical creatures, and agent Lydia Martin takes her responsibility very seriously. Erica Reyes, on the other hand, likes to play it fast and loose. But with the return of Deucalion, werewolf turned vampire, and a mole betraying Alliance missions to the vamps, they'll have to find a way to work together (if the rest of their team doesn't knock their heads together first).
(you owe me) Ten Seconds by maybehonestly | 22.3K | E | Derek/Stiles
“Wait, so can I race?” Stiles asks.
“I don’t know, can you?” Scott replies over his shoulder as he heads back into the garage.
Stiles laughs and gets in his Jeep before Isaac is tempted to come back for another hit. Scott McCall is absolutely nothing like Stiles thought he was going to be. He’s supposed to be the leader of the Pack, but he just seems really friendly and protective.
Derek on the other hand- well, Derek is complicated. And so far Stiles’ best in. It has nothing to do with how intrigued Stiles is by him or with how much he wants to sleep with him. Nope. Nothing at all.
(A Fast and Furious AU)
The Sanctuary by chase_acow | 24.5K | E | Derek/Stiles
Stiles runs away during his first heat, right into the waiting and ambiguously scary arms of the Alpha's nephew, Derek Hale. He doesn't have any choice except to submit, but along the way, he digs up a mystery that threatens his family and even the town's safety.
When the Wolf Bites by InTheArmsofaThief | 34.5K | T | Derek/Stiles
"Are you a cop?" the man asked hesitantly.
“Uh, no. I just work reception,” Stiles said, tugging nervously at his hoodie. There was something about this man that made his anxiety start to build. Normally Stiles was great at charming the people who walk into the station, even calming down the angry moms. “We’ve been understaffed for years so I help out where I can. You needed something?”
“I need to file a missing person’s report.”
If I Followed You Home by tryslora | 34.6K | T | Derek/Stiles
Stiles is living on his own in New York when he sees the unthinkable: one woman pushes another onto the tracks just before a subway comes. With Scott not moving in for several days, he is on his own with his grief and horror, and he decides to find closure by attending the dead woman’s funeral where he discovers that (1) the guy he’s been crushing on is the dead woman’s brother, and (2) her family somewhat adopts him, and (3) the woman who killed her might just want to kill him now. Life just got complicated.
Unbroken by Piscaria | 43.4K | E | Derek/Stiles
When Stiles starts getting sick, he assumes his appetite loss and lethargy stem from the darkness the Nemeton left in his heart. But soon enough, even he can’t deny that he’s showing the same symptoms his mom had. When he's forced to face the truth about his illness, Stiles finds himself making a choice he never thought he’d make.
here comes trouble by grimm | 105K | E | Derek/Stiles
All Derek wants is one day where he can sleep without worry of being woken by gunfire, without the threat of death hanging over his head. He wants a full stomach and no pain clinging to his bones, no ache in his feet from months of running. He wants a shower, a safe place to put his head. He wants his family, the healing comfort of pack. He'll never have any of that again.
No pressure! I think a series of tumblr fics works just as well as a long fic :) Especially given the terrible stress of college. It took me until after graduation (and consequent unemployment) to finish a fic I started nearly a year ago so I totally understand. Whatever works for you is obviously the best option :)
Yep!
Also, an update on my Hunger Games AU, for those following it: I have several scenes written for the next installment, but they’re currently not in chronological order because I don’t really think or write chronologically, haha. This week I have a paper that’s kicking my ass, but next week I hope to sit down and finish what I started and get it posted. XD Thanks for your patience, you guys! You’re the best.
