Can you imagine how different (and better) Teen Wolf would have been if it had been Derek’s story?
Just imagine that Teen Wolf was a series about Derek, starting from when he’s a young teenager trying to deal with his powers, wanting to learn the way his mother and Laura did but eventually having to rely on Peter’s manipulative teachings to twist his emotions. Imagine getting the full story of him falling in love with Paige and then losing her.
Imagine the story of him living every day in fear of hunters, constantly watching his back because everyone knows who the Hales are, but he knows no-one.
Imagine the full story of Kate abusing him - no brushing over it, but giving the abuse the attention it needs and showing people its not okay, not sexualising it by having Tyler stripped bare and chained up but showing that he was sixteen or seventeen years oldwhen Kate started abusing him.
Imagine getting the full story of the Hale house fire and all the emotions that come from it. Imagine Derek feeling so alone, knowing that he only has a comatose uncle and Laura left. Imagine seeing Derek’s reaction when he finds out that Laura was torn in two by his uncle.
Imagine him spending years on the run and hiding away int he ruins of his old family home as he tries to hold onto the memories of his family while fearing that every firework or poacher’s rifle could be a hunter coming after him.
Imagine getting his side of the story when it comes to Scott being a bloody idiot: ignoring his advice and dating an Argent.
Imagine seeing his perspective as he falls for Stiles and finally reaches a point where he feels comfortable and safe enough that he can open up to someone and let himself love again.
“Why is he here?” You snarled angrily as you looked Theo up
and down with distaste.
Scott sighed as Stiles nod in agreement. Liam however seemed
less judgemental than usual, which you internally pouted about. Alec the newest
member of the pack looked between you and Theo with curious eyes.
Stiles mentally curses Erica, because in all of her warnings about how brusque this guy could be, she forgot mention that he’s also hotter than the fucking sun. If Stiles had any lingering questions about his sexuality, they’d be completely settled by what this guy is doing to him. In fact, he might not even be gay anymore. He might be in the midst of crossing into some yet-to-be-named sexuality that’s all about a scruffy black beard and alarming green eyes and muscles and tattoos and this guy’s everything ever.
The guy’s name is Derek, his lust-addled brain supplies distantly.
Well that settles it, then. Stiles is Dereksexual.
In Stiles’ final year of college, Derek decides to rebuild the Hale house. He keeps asking for Stiles’ opinion on the house plans. Stiles doesn’t realize that Derek is building the house with a mate in mind.
Derek watches that sharp brain come fully online. “Oh God,” Stiles says, and now he smells of embarrassment. “Fuck. I just- did I just have a fucking panic attack in front of Jackson?” “It’s okay,” he says simply. “Really. Is it.” Stiles sighs without looking up. “Well. At least I wasn’t naked.”
When his best friend’s son barrels into the kitchen only dressed in a pair of skintight jeans, lean but defined torso on display, Derek knows he’s truly and utterly fucked. Not only is the kid barely eighteen, but he also happens to be the Sheriff’s only son.
Derek makes a vow to himself that he will not seek Stiles out and he’ll get this thing under control.
It’s senior year and Scott and Stiles are excited to be heading out of Beacon Hills soon. But Stiles makes an unexpected acquaintance, apparently from his past, who he keeps running into under the weirdest circumstances. This story is in an Alternate Universe - Argents never moved to Beacon Hills, Hale family thrives, and Scott was never turned.
Stiles Stilinksi has waited for the moment that Derek would finally look at him the way he desires. But leave it to Derek to screw it all up and change Stiles’ life forever on a night neither of them will soon forget. With a dangerous creature suddenly setting it’s sights on Stiles, and something happening between Derek and Stiles that no one can explain, there isn’t much time before the world they know will come crashing down around them.
Two months after the Nogitsune’s defeat, Stiles is having trouble coming to terms with what he did while under its influence. When Derek’s birthday rolls around, the pack plan a surprise party for their alpha, also hoping that the celebration will help raise Stiles’ spirits. During the festivities, secret looks of longing shared between the two catch Erica’s attention, and she bands together with Allison and Lydia and plots to get them to admit their feelings for each other. The plans quickly go awry, however, when a new antagonist appears in Beacon Hills with connections to Derek’s past and Stiles finds that the Nogitsune left him with more than just guilt.
always been the mother figure to everyone in the pack but when the pups start
calling you mom they also start treating you as Derek’s mate, awkwardness
and confessions ensue.
Warning:Smut! and other shit! :D
You hopped out of your newly bought Mustang, you knew the
pack would be shocked at your new car but the moment you saw the sleek black
vehicle you knew it was the one. Your last car got trashed in a car chase with
the Calaveras but you dug into your inheritance and decided to get something
nicer. The moment one foot stepped out of the new car Stiles was on you with a
msdistress said: I saw that civilized werewolves being super competitive when it comes to other packs, and now I can only imagine an AU where (adult) Stiles and Scott are renting a house together, and Derek moves in the same area. And while the McCall pack and the entire Hale pack (Talia, Laura, etc.) are on civilized terms, Scott and Derek just can’t help themselves. And maybe a part of the showing off is actually a way to impress (court) Stiles, as in “My lawn ornaments are much nicer than his!”
So this is kind of that, but kind of not? This is pretty silly :) Happy Halloween!
“You’re not dead,”
Stiles says as Scott bangs open the door and shucks off his shoes in the next
movement. They hit the wall and then bounce into an ungainly pile in the middle
of the hallway that Liam will no doubt trip over when he gets home.
“Nope,” Scott says.
He looks confused by that part.
“So… That’s good?”
Stiles has pumpkin guts all over his hands, but offers Scott a fist bump
Scott follows Stiles
back into the kitchen and then plops down across from Stiles’s half-finished
jack-o-lanterns at the counter. He’s a couple weeks early, but Halloween has to
be taken seriously. These are practice pumpkins.
Scott says, “It was
weird. I think they’re all models. They force-fed me pie.”
Stiles arches a
“I mean, the pie was
great,” Scott says, face screwed up. “I think they were happy I ate the whole
Werewolf metabolism, Stiles thinks sourly. He’s getting to
that age where he has to watch his beer and pizza intake. It sucks. He says,
“I’ll make them brownies,” and then apparently it becomes a thing.
Stiles doesn’t know
if the Hale pack are actually all models, but they’re definitely taking the
supernaturally hot thing to a whole other level.
Scott’s betas are
reasonably attractive, sure, but Liam’s the size of a cave troll and Mason’s on
this whole hippie-chic kick that makes him look like a train hobo.
Stiles holds out the
plate of brownies and tries not to stare at Erica’s boobs. Boyd has the bulging
chest of a roman gladiator and Stiles could cut his hands on Isaac’s cheekbones,
Stiles says, “Nice to
meet you guys,” and Erica’s lip curls up and her hands hover around the
plastic-wrapped plate like it’s made of poison and-or possibly oatmeal. He
waggles the plate back and forth. “Promise they’re wolfsbane free.”
And then Jackson
fucking Whittmore comes swanning down the staircase and Stiles says, “You’ve
got to be shitting me. Jackson?”
says with a scowl.
“Lydia told us you
got eaten by a giant lizard.”
harder. “Fuck off.”
Stiles would like to
say that the addition of Jackson makes the pack less appealing, but despite
having the personality of a canned ham, Jackson still looks like he was carved
out of marble. Balls.
And then someone
says, “Do I smell chocolate?” from behind Stiles and he definitely does not
jump three feet into the air, but it’s a close call.
He flinches and spins
around and says, “Fuck my life.”
The hottest mountain
man Stiles has ever seen is frowning at him and Stiles wants to bury his entire
body in his beard. He wants to weasel his way under that soft-looking Henley
and lick his collarbones. Stiles is ninety-nine percent sure this is Alpha Derek
Hale, even though Scott had failed to prepare him for the way Derek’s eyes are
eating Stiles’s soul.
holds out the plate of brownies.
Derek takes them with
a resigned silence. No one else is saying anything either, and the back of
Stiles’s neck is starting to prickle with unease. Are they going to eat him
now? They’d moved into town so Liam and Mason could go to the local college, expecting
some kind of resistance, territorial posturing, possible brawl for dominance, but
Scott had been tirelessly optimistic—even more so since the pie eating thing.
Stiles slinks around
Derek, hands up. He says, “I’ll just, uh… leave now,” and backs down the
sidewalk so he can see any kind of attack coming. He’s got a taser in his back
pocket and he’s not afraid to use it.
The Hale pack all watch
him with narrow, calculating eyes and Jackson gives him the finger.
Stiles thinks that if
this is the way they react to brownies, he’s going to bake them a