Derek/Stiles witch hunters au
A/N: this is ridiculous and fanciful and there is a completely PG rated bathing scene, I have no idea how that happened. Magic and H/C.
“Where are the children?” Hale says, and there’s something funny with his voice, it’s a growl and a rasp, his teeth glint bone-white and sharp.
Stiles presses his lips together and closes his eyes when Hale shakes him.
“Tell me where they are,” Hale says. “I can smell them.”
He can what? When Stiles looks at him again, Hale’s eyes are blood red. “Demon,” he whispers, and Hale laughs, mouth full of fangs, and Stiles rasps out, painfully, “Wolf.”
For anyone who missed it, here are my last couple tumblr prompts on AO3:
What a Darling Summertime
"So I think the Hales are werewolves," Stiles says to Scott, walking their woodchucks and honey bears to the lake for morning swim. Camp Moonbeam? It's almost too easy.
or -Stiles and Derek accidentally see each other naked a bunch of times.
You’re Like a Weird Vacation
"I get that he’s all damaged by psychos and evil druids and shit, but the worst I’ve done is, like, go out with that barista last year that wouldn’t stop calling me ‘bro’.” Really fucking annoying, yeah, but definitely not dangerous or traumatic. Like—Derek can ease off, okay, Stiles isn’t going to get himself accidentally killed going to get pizza with that library lady who keeps making eyes at him when he asks her for all the heavy books on German folklore. Probably.
We Can Both Get Old Fashioned
Stiles wants to bury her face in his throat and she also wants to kick him in the nuts. She settles on scowling at the side of his face because her feet really hurt, running through the woods barefoot had been one of the least smartest thing she’s ever done, but it’s not like she had a choice in the matter. She’s lucky she’s wearing pants; sometimes her room gets hot at night.
Forgot to post this here too!!
I’ve Got A Sure Thing | +11000 word | PG-13 | Derek/Stiles
I accidentally wrote mpreg. And werefox!Stiles. And babyfic.
“You pain-drained me,” Stiles says on a gasp, like how dare he do that without permission, is that even allowed, and then, “do it again.”
“Stiles, I can't—”
“Do it again now, Hale,” he reaches out, twists a fist in the front of Derek’s shirt and yanks him over until they’re nose-to-nose, “or I swear I will gut you a million times and laugh while you scramble to get all your insides back in before you heal.”
Derek frowns at him. His eyes flash blue – blue, what the hell? Derek better not be a murderer, that would be so disappointing – but Stiles doesn’t let go, he can hear the tiny tears in the fabric he’s making along the shoulder seams. Their noses bump, Derek’s eyebrows are telling him to back off, but Stiles knows he can’t do anything here, Stiles is having a baby, that sort of trumps everything.
I'm still a little stunned about this all, and it'll be a brand new experience for me. Exciting! Crazy!
So, yeah. That happened.
Evan Who is Gay (but not magical) by my lovely friend Lissadiane (starflowers/Cinnamon) is super fantastic and should be read by all:
Evan is used to being invisible. His father’s a local football hero, which pretty much guarantees immunity from the bullies at school and he does his best not to draw attention to himself or cause trouble. High school is all about survival and he’s doing a pretty good job of skating below the radar. Things start to a little sideways, however, when he’s forced to become a cheerleader against his will, a hot girl suddenly wants to share milkshakes and make out with him, and he realizes he’s got a growing infatuation for a suspected arsonist — who also happens to be a guy.
Derek/Stiles, Gen, Pre-Slash
Stiles accidentally acquires miniature farm animals that may or may not be demons.
“What is that?”
Stiles sticks his hands in his pockets and rocks back on his heels. “What’s what?”
Derek gives him an unimpressed look and jerks his chin slightly to the left. “That.”
“Uh.” Stiles glances over his shoulder. “Pretty sure that’s a pony, dude.” A very small brown pony, with a white fetlock and a long, kinky black mane and deep, fathomless eyes, and he’s been following Stiles around since yesterday, so he’s actually pretty glad Derek can see him, too.
Anyway, I'm, uh, sort of trying to write a sequel to Whatever, so if you're interested, please pop over to my tumblr and ask me things about it. I seriously need to brainstorm, this is the best way I can think of.
Man, I barely know how to post here anymore, did this editor get really weird or is it just me? Probably just me.
Derek/Stiles Isaac!feels AU where everyone is different ages and Stiles is magic.
This is what Stiles figures out after a week of harboring Isaac: he’s kind of a dick, for a ten-year-old.
A/N: I have no idea what this is, I just wanted to write Isaac as a little kid and give Stiles a dragon. Title is from the Guggenheim Grotto.
Trigger warning! deals with the aftermath of child abuse
Derek/Stiles pre-slash | Harry Potter-ish AU
Stiles is not intimidated by the gruesome past of the Hales, mainly because most Wizarding families can claim a gruesome past, these days. He is, however, not looking forward to dealing with Peter.
A/N: Basically, I thought the Hale house would be one of the scariest places ever in the Harry Potter world. So this happened. I kind of mixed the werewolf mythologies of HP and Teen Wolf, so, uh, probably best consider it more of a fusion than a crossover? Title is from Bodies of Water, I Guess We’ll Forget the Sound, I Guess, I Guess. I wrote this fairly quick, so forgive any weirdness.
Derek/Stiles, AU where: a) everyone knows about werewolves, b) werewolves do a full-shift, and c) everyone thinks Derek is dead.
Stuff Stiles doesn’t like to deal with first thing: hot, moist dog breath in his face, a cuddly werewolf creepifying his perfectly normal morning wood with shades of bestiality, and his dad holding his service revolver up against the skull of his bedmate, never mind the fact that his bedmate could possibly be a vicious unhinged rogue omega.
A/N: This is completely random, I just like writing Derek as a wolf. Title is from The Hush Sound. I’m pretty sure there’s another fic by that name, but for once I’m not obsessing about it.