#otherstilestw

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Stiles is a morally ambiguous mischief demon, occasionally helping out a rag-tag pack of werewolves. Derek is a little bit hung up on him.

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Stiles is the unfortunate wolf that gets into some trouble during his moon cycle. Derek is the hapless hunter that finds him.

Or, the one where Stiles steps in a bear trap and has to be rescued.

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Mermaid AU.

Stiles was five when he first realised that not everybody grew a tail when they entered water.

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It was going to be a quiet summer, until the Alpha Pack steals Stiles in the middle of the night. While he works on escaping, the Sheriff is thrown headfirst into the world of werewolves. Finding Stiles is only the start of the pack’s troubles though. Humanity is a fragile thing, and once it breaks there’s no telling what will happen.

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Stiles could have stayed on campus, he might have been safe there. But his pack is in danger and he won’t leave them alone to face it. Derek’s forced to make a choice he never wanted to.

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He wasn’t born with this hunger. It came not long after all he had left was taken from him. It came when he was close to death himself, scared, cold, and alone. When every breath hurt and no one could hear his pained sobbing. It clawed its way into him when he no longer had the strength to call for a father he knew couldn’t save him.

And as much as it frightened him, he didn’t fight it.

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By the time he’d hit his 17th birthday, he’d sorted his life out. It came down to this: His name was Stiles Stilinski. He was the son of the Sheriff and his wife, deceased, and his best friend was Scott McCall, an ex-asthmatic werewolf with a nurse mother and an absent father. He was the cleverest in his class, after the strawberry blonde he had a crush on, and he had been diagnosed with ADHD at the age of seven. On full moons, he ran around and cooked for the local pack of werewolves. And he was a demon changeling.

Stiles has managed to avoid Hell and its natives for near 16 years. He’s almost managed to fool himself he’s human. And best friend who smells of wet dog or not, he thinks he’d got a pretty good deal with this second chance at a life, and is planning to stick with it. But, unknown to Stiles, the new king of Hell has other ideas…

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He thinks, Mom, we can do this, we’ll fly.