Hi! I hope you’re doing good!! Do you know of any fics that are similar to Weave Soft Spells Over My Sight by AgnesBlue? I loved how kinda weird Derek was in it
I love Bby!Derek!! In his defense being a teenage werewolf is hard! This post may have gotten away from me, hopefully it's weird enough. 😉
Weave Soft Spells Over My Sight by AgnesBlue | 51.4K
Derek had blossomed steadily over the past year, growing into his ears and turning even more handsome, if that were possible. But instead of going out and melting the panties off the girls, suddenly he was coming to Stiles all bashed in, demanding that he patch him up like Stiles was some freelance nurse. It was a familiar pattern by now.
Mischief Inc. by MereLoup | 17.2K
Stiles has a thing for the hot teenager who keeps coming into his tattoo shop.
Multidisciplinary Studies by DevilDoll | 51.3K
Stiles is a slightly-older-and-very-sexy librarian and Derek has a thirst for knowledge.
The Lawn Ranger by Snowjob | 47.8K
In which Derek is an adolescent werewolf with a penchant for chocolate bunnies, and instead of the dream summer of lazing around the house playing video games and nibbling on his hoarded supply of easter candy his mother makes him get a job.
In which Stiles is a showoff jock with a broken arm and an embarrassing crush who can no longer push the lawn mower around the yard.
Now as Ever (All That Is and Has Been) by venis_envy | 52.2K | Explicit
Stiles can't remember what happened to rearrange the time-space continuum, or how he ended up being pulled into the past. All he knows is that he's there now, in 2003 Beacon Hills, with a teenage werewolf and a possibly-crazy veterinarian as his only allies.
I Want To Say Yes, Sir | 8.8K | Explicit
“I’ve got a 17 year old boy in the back of my car and I’m running him up to the station.” His dad sighs.
“Oooo is he cute?” Stiles asks jokingly.
Stiles can practically hear his Dad’s eye roll. He can hear the Sheriff shift as he turns around to look at the boy in the back. “Hey my son wants to know if you’re cute.”
He hears the boy on the other end go after a second of hesitation, “I want to say yes, sir.”
His Dad just cracks up laughing.
One Dollar Yoda by exclamation | 10.7K | Mature
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.
This Time With Feeling by Crimson1 | 36.1K | Explicit
"Derek Hale, if you refuse to learn from your past…then you will be doomed to repeat it." In which Derek is turned into a 16-year-old and has to stay with Stiles until they figure out how to turn him back. Eventual slash and smut, set post season 2, semi-AU.
I stopped believing in happy endings by otatop | 8.5K
Derek was prepared to have his heart broken for just one evening with Stiles. He knew what he was getting himself into
(He had no idea what he was getting himself into)
It’s Always Been You, Dumbass by stilinskisparkles | 11K
“Alright, cool, we should go,” Stiles says breezily, dusting off his hands as he stands.
“We should?”
“Yeah!”
“But… Do you even care about photography?”
“Not as much as I should,” Stiles plants both his hands on the table, bracketing Derek in, “You’ll have to correct my miscreant ways.”
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Ship: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski
AUs/Tropes: Summer camp AU, People know of the supernatural, Interspecies
Prompt: Summer camp on paper sounded like a fun occasion to meet other weres like him. It quickly turned into the same old bullshit Stiles had to deal with every fucking day at school.
Extra details: I have so much love for all the fics with Stiles as a were. I think he would make a very fine creature. But I also like the idea that Stiles has some kind of magical power.
So in this one he's a werefox. Which is somewhat like a Kitsune, but also not really. And he does have the increased healing like a werewolf, but he's thinner, doesn't gain muscle as easily, mostly because his body is thought more for speed, jumping and climbing more than anything else.
Doesn't necessarily seem to work that well for Stiles because he's somewhat skittish and clumsy. Also, werefox have the ability to cast spells and such, but instead of working at will like it's supposed to,for Stiles it's more like burst of chaotic energy that just mean he gets into trouble a lot.
So, he's still basically the weirdo outsider at school. And people around just think he's broken and never miss a chance to remind him that.
Which is the reason why the Sheriff suggest he goes to this very specific summer camp for weres, so maybe he can find other kids like him, since apparently werefoxes are also quite rare.
Surprise surprise, there is no other werefox at summer camp. Most of the weres there are actually werewolves and most of them know each other because of partnerships between packs or because their territories are very close to each oher or even just because they attended this summer camp since they were still in pre-school.
Which just means that Stiles is back to whatever bullshit he has to endure at school. But he lies at his father (which is still human) and tells him he's having so much fun and making so many friends... He doesn't want his father to be disappointed.
He'll just find a random reason why it would be a bad idea for him to go back to camp next summer or something.
It's just for 4 weeks, after all. If he can endure years or bullying at school from a bunch of stupid jocks, he can survive 4 weeks of pushing around and mocking...
Well, except one night they tie his hands and his feet and throw him into the lake and... Maybe he was wrong, maybe he will die because of this stupid summer camp.
And that's when Derek, comes in to save the day. Which is also when I kind of backtrack to talk about Derek.
Okay, so for this one particular idea Derek is younger. He's still maybe two, three years older than Stiles, but definitely not the age he's in the show in season 1.
I think that's Derek's last year at the camp. He didn't even want to go back, because the Kate thing just happened and his family was almost burnt to a crisp by the damn psycho.
Still, his mom thought it was a good idea for him to "get back to normal" and do what he always does in the summer. But Derek isn't the same person anymore, so he becomes kind of a loner and he prefers to sit somewhere quite, brood and reada damn book instead of being a stupid jock and showing off trying to get into someone's pants.
And Derek actually kind of knows who Stiles is. They do go to the same high school after all. He was never one of the bullies that tormented him, but he also never did anything to stop people from bothering him.
But he does intervene when he overhears a group of stupid bullies laughing at how Stiles sank like a stone into the lake. At first Derek just thinks that maybe Stiles doesn't know how to swim, so he just growls at the bullies and runs to the lake to help Stiles out.
When he actually drags Stiles to shore and finds out that they tied him up and left him to basically drown, he storms off and starts a fight with them.
He doesn't win, but he also technically doesn'tlose because they are interrupted by the staff of the camp. When everything gets explained, Derek is kind of admonished, but the bullies are immediately kicked out of camp.
Of course all of the parents are called, the bullies have to leave, but also Talia and the Sheriff come to the camp and I just imagine Stiles' dad pushing for this to be brought to actually justice and Stiles insisting that it would just make things worse and to let it go.
Derek is kind of on the Sheriff's side, but his mom is staring daggers at him and holding him back with her hand on his shoulder, so he shuts up and waits for things to calm down.
When he finally has a chance to talk with his mom in private, she explains that what Stiles want is more important at the moment, and that maybe he can help him out by being close, like a friend ready to listen instead of pushing him to do something that makes him uncomfortable.
Derek kind of understands, after all he himself was reluctant at first at the idea of actually having to testify about what Kate did to him and his family. His mom kind of sent him to the camp because she wanted him to have a break from all of the lawyer bullshit stuff before he has to go back and actually be in a courtroom for the trial.
So that's how Stiles and Derek starts to hang out. I just imagine a very very bitter Stiles trying to really push Derek away at first. But then Derek decides to open up about why he changed so much so quickly and all of a sudden they are talking about things they never talks about with anyone else.
I think there would be a lot of pining, especially in the last couple of days they spend at camp. Like, they are somewhat unsure if maybe they should have just tried to tell each other that they kind of want to kiss the other, but also they think it would just mess everything up and maybe they can still be friends at school now.
But nothing really happens. They still also hang out when they go back to Beacon Hills, but even then it's still just as friends.
And when school starts again, Derek has his own group of friends he hangs out with. So Stiles thinks that their friendship is done, that he will go back to being the awkward kid that can't even be a were properly while Derek is still the jock that will probably get a schoolarship because he's in the basketball team.
He's obviously wrong. Derek kind of introduces him to his friends and it works out fine. Maybe Derek's friends are the one to push them to give the whole boyfriends thing a go, but they do end up together before Christmas. They did plenty of moping around and pining after each other to take longer than that.
...Wow, this one is very long and detailed. Sorry, but also not sorry?
The bad dreams Peter is having are getting worse and worse. And when Derek and Cora move in they get so bad that Stiles can't watch it any longer. They have to do something because clearly something is on Peter's mind with all those reoccurring nightmares about his sister Talia and the Hale fire five years ago. They have to find out what's going on.
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Fandom: Teen Wolf
Pairing(s): Stiles x Peter ; Peter x Original Female Character
Characters: Peter Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Laura Hale, Cora Hale, Lydia Martin, Alan Deaton
Derek had blossomed steadily over the past year, growing into his ears and turning even more handsome, if that were possible. But instead of going out and melting the panties off the girls, suddenly he was coming to Stiles all bashed in, demanding that he patch him up like Stiles was some freelance nurse. It was a familiar pattern by now.
AU in which Stiles has been living with the Hales for a few years as their assistant and friend. He needs to deal with Derek, who keeps coming to Stiles with bruises and cuts to be treated, while trying to figure out what the elderly alpha of the Hale pack is up to.
Stiles got a new prosthesis, but it doesn’t feel right; it’s not him.
For @loveyprophet
Part of the wonderful AU that Lovey came up with nearly two years ago, you can check it out here.
Quick synopsis: Stiles was in a car crash when he was eight years old, he lost his leg and his mother.
When Stiles was eight years old and given his first prosthetic leg, he had tried so hard to keep it clean.
For a long time, he had trouble adjusting to the reality of losing his mother and his leg. It was only made harder knowing that he had a prosthetic leg that looked as fake and ugly as it felt.
His dad let him paint the next one however he wanted. Stiles painted it green with sprigs of lavender and tall white hyacinths – his mum’s favourite – that rose from the joint of the ankle and flowered across his calf.
His last prosthesis had been painted orange with vines of blue forget-me-nots and lilies of the valley—which he had been told meant luck and humility, two things he showed when he survived the car crash—painted on it.
Lydia had lectured him relentlessly about how orange and blue weren’t a good combination, but Stiles didn’t care.
He didn’t care about the comments that were made when he wore shorts, but he did care about the prothesis, especially when Jackson tried to fuck with it. He and Scott were on the field during a free period, enjoying the first sunlight they’d had for weeks, when Jackson dragged his keys down Stiles’ leg and learnt very quickly just how scary Stiles can be.
Stiles spent that night fighting tears as he tried to patch up the paintwork on his leg, knowing they couldn’t afford a new one yet.
They had saved up for years to be able to afford his new leg. But staring down at the awkwardly tanned skin-tone plastic, he felt the same way he had when he was eight; this wasn’t part of him. He was broken and ugly.
“You can paint it,” his dad said, reading the look on his son’s face.
“Don’t have paint,” Stiles said, trying to brush it off as if it were nothing.
“I’ll pull some money out of our savings,” his dad offered. “We can go and buy some paint tomorrow before I start work.”
“No,” Stiles said, shaking his head. “It’s fine, Dad. Really.”
John opened his mouth to say something when the doorbell rang.
“I’ll get it,” Stiles said, hurrying to the door. He pulled it open to see Derek standing on the porch, wearing his favourite black leather jacket and a backpack slung over one shoulder. Stiles’ brow furrowed with confusion. “What are you doing here?”
“Cora said you got your new leg,” Derek said.
Stiles nodded.
Derek held up his hand, showing the handful of paintbrushes he had taken from Laura’s studio—obviously with permission.
Stiles couldn’t help but smile. He took a step back and nodded towards the hallway, beckoning Derek inside.
“Hello, Sheriff,” Derek said as he stepped into the lounge room doorway.
“Hi, Derek,” John greeted. “What are you doing here?”
“Cora said Stiles finally got his new leg,” Derek repeated. “Laura let me borrow some of her paints and brushes so Stiles could paint it.”
John’s weary face relaxed, a smile lifting the corners of his lips. “That’s very nice of you all.”
“I’ll find some old newspaper,” Stiles said.
“You can sit in the lounge room,” his dad offered, standing up from his favourite chair. “I’ve got to get ready for my shift. You can have a movie night if you want.”
“Thanks, Dad,” Stiles said, pulling a weeks old newspaper from under a pile his dad had left on the side table.
“Before you start, go get your old leg from upstairs,” his dad said. “You’ll need something to walk around on while that one’s drying.”
“Right.” Stiles hurried upstairs.
Derek waited in the lounge room doorway as Stiles hurried back down stairs, carrying the orange and blue leg.
He set it down by the couch before settling down on the floor between the couch and the coffee table. He spread out the sheets of newspaper, some plastic cups of water and paper towels, and got everything ready.
Derek set his brushes down on the table and dropped his back on the floor by the couch, unzipping it and pulling out the wide variety of paints Laura had loaned him.
“What are you thinking?” Derek asked.
Stiles pulled his prosthetic off and set it down on the table, eyeing it up for a moment. He screwed his face up in thought. “Indigo, with purple and white chrysanthemums, a few of those white violets that have deep blue centres, and some teal, blue and purple leaves to fill in the empty spaces.”
Derek read the labels on the tubes of paint, picking out the colours Stiles would want: indigo, violet, teal, black, white, and every shade of purple and blue he could find. He set the others back in his bag, clearing the table.
Stiles unscrewed the indigo and poured it out onto the newspaper, passing Derek a brush as they began to paint it.
“Did you know that chrysanthemums are the official flower for Mother’s Day in Australia?” Stiles said quietly. “In China, they’re traditionally given to the elderly since they symbolise long life and luck in the home, and in Belgium and Austria they’re for memorials.”
“How long has it been?” Derek asked, guessing where this conversation was going.
“In two weeks, it’ll be ten years,” Stiles said, biting into his quivering lip and blinking back the tears that welled in his eyes.
Derek didn’t say anything, he just reached across and set his hand on Stiles’.
“I’d give an arm and a leg to have my mum back,” Stiles said. He gestured to the scarred stump of his thigh. “I already made the down payment.”
“Stiles,” his dad scolded.
“What?” he called back. “I have to joke about it; it’s the only way I can live with it, the only way I can open my mouth without screaming.”
A moment of quiet settled over them.
“Maybe you can’t have her back,” Derek said, his quiet voice breaking the silence. “But that doesn’t mean she isn’t here with you.”
A soft smile played across Stiles’ lips.
“I’ve got to get going,” his dad said, leaning over the back of the couch to tousle Stiles’ unruly hair. “You boys be good. There’s food in the cupboard, and I’m pretty sure Stiles has the pizza shop’s number memorised.”
Stiles grinned.
“Bye, Dad,” he called after him. “Love you.”
“Love you too, kiddo,” his dad said.
Stiles heard him pull the door shut, leaving him and Derek to their quiet conversations and painting. Time seemed to drift away as they worked—Derek painted the leaves and Stiles waited for them to dry before filling in the details of flowers.
Before they knew it, it was dark.
Derek ordered them pizza, ignoring Stiles’ protests when he insisted on paying.
After they ate, they set up a movie and brought out the snacks—Star Wars, Stiles’ choice. Stiles picked at the food, listening to the movie he’d watch a thousand times as he finished painting the prosthetic.
He set the brush down and sat back against the couch, tilting his head slightly.
“It’s missing something,” Stiles said, looking down at the leg.
They sat there in silence for a moment.
Stiles picked up another brush, dipping it into the white paint. He drew on the shapes of a few scattered white butterflies before filling in the details of grey shading, black dots on their forewings, and black along the edges of their wings.
“My mum loved cabbage moths,” Stiles explained. “She always thought they were so cute and small.”
A smile crept across Derek’s lips as he looked at Stiles.
Stiles started to pack up the paints and clear away the brushes and cups of water.
Derek pulled sealant from his bag and set it next to the leg; they’d have to wait until tomorrow before they could apply it.
They settled down on the couch and watched the rest of the movie, Derek slouched back against the armrest with Stiles’ leg stretched over his lap. The teen held the bowl of chips in his lap, his dark brown eyes sparkling as they reflected the light of the TV screen.
Hi! I was hoping you could help me find a fic. Stiles is older than Derek by a few years, Derek is in high school and Stiles is in college I think. Stiles was in the same class as Derek's older brother. Derek hangs out at the library where Stiles is working on his summer break and its a kinda slow burn falling for each other. It was really sweet and I'm so desperate to re-read it but just cannot find it. Thank you so much in advance :)
I know this one! - Anastasia
Multidisciplinary Studies by DevilDoll
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Stiles is a slightly-older-and-very-sexy librarian and Derek has a thirst for knowledge.
