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anonymous asked:

hey! i'm looking for fics where stiles is already part of the pack w derek and like mutual pining or something, basically they get together

Ermagahd! Yes! - Anastasia

Originally posted by transparent-gravity-falls-gifs

(get it…pines..eh eh!)

The Way Back by ineachplace

(1/1 I 4,695 I Teen)

“Greetings from Venezuela!”

Derek didn’t sign the postcard. Didn’t write anything on it at all, except for a return address on the right and a little black squiggle where he presumably checked to see if his pen still had ink.
It’s the first anyone has heard from him since he left. Scott and Kira had a working theory that he became a humble farmer, living off of beets and carrots and tending to a ridiculous amount of horses while Cora fought bulls or tigers or something.

No one asks the obvious question when Stiles tells them. Maybe out of decency, out of some shred of respect for his feelings, or maybe because they really don’t know. He can’t be sure.

#librarynerd by Anonymous

(1/1 I 7,742 I Teen)

“I’ll likely get far more done in the group if I’m not distracted watching you with your pen–”

“My–My pen?”

“Pens. Drinking straws. Don’t act like you don’t know,” Derek says darkly. “You know.”

Just Breathe by Kedreeva

(1/1 I 15,769 I Teen)

While keeping Erica company at her lamaze class, Derek meets Stiles.

Thoughts of You by Emela

(3/? I 20,196 I Explicit)

Stiles just wants the pain to go away. He wants the dreams to go away, and when the nightmares of the Nogitsune get worse, he turns to BDSM.

He doesn’t know how to stop looking for that fix, even when he has a Dom who terrifies him and treats him badly.

He never expected Derek to help him but when Derek offers, Stiles learns having someone to help him escape the monsters in his head isn’t all that he wants and maybe, just maybe, it’s not all Derek wants either.

Under Development by dr_girlfriend

(12/12 I 24,763 I Teen)

Environmental lawyer Derek Hale is determined to stop the planned defacement of his beloved Beacon Hills Preserve by the mammoth Starr Development company. To do so, he makes a deal with the devil himself — Stiles Starr, the brash young scion of the Starr family and COO of Starr Development. Derek hates Stiles at first sight. Mieczysław Stilinski, on the other hand, is someone that Derek could grow to like…or even love.
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Excerpt:

“I have a proposition for you, Derek Hale,” Stiles interrupted. He was lounging in the corner of the car, head lolled back to expose the smooth, pale line of his mole-dotted throat. The man had a werewolf bodyguard, there’s no way he didn’t know exactly what he was doing.

“I’m not sleeping with you,” Derek blurted out, not entirely sure which of them he was trying to convince.

Instead of taking offense, Stiles’ eyes crinkled in amusement. “That’s not what I was proposing,” he said evenly. “Not that I — or anyone with eyes — would turn you down. I mean, you’re hot like burning with this whole naughty librarian vibe you have going on, but I had a different…position in mind.”

an exaltation of larks by llassah

(1/1 I 25,739 I Explicit)

There are times when he feels as if they could fall into bed together, easy as breathing. If Stiles were not highborn, if he were an omega without connections, Derek would be sorely tempted. As it is, he resists. Derek wants, he yearns, but he resists. Still, the sight of Stiles in his cot is enough to test him, even now that it is familiar. At the end of each lambing season, he sleeps for a week, worn down by months of hard work, of relentless struggle. He doesn’t know how he’ll feel by the time Stiles leaves, how he’ll feel after long days and longer nights spent resisting the insistent tug of Stiles’s scent and the inclinations of his own foolish heart.

All Derek wants is to get through the lambing season with his body and spirit intact. He had thought that the blizzards would be the main danger, not a highborn omega with beautiful eyes and a stubborn streak.

its derek hale wtf by bleep0bleep

(16/16 I 38,653 I Explicit)

Stiles doesn’t buy the whole magical, transcendent soulmate reveal story, snickers at all those movies where the couple touches each others marks for the first time, eyes glimmering over in emotion when they feel the bond surge through their bodies (who comes up with this stuff?), shakes his head at all those dreamy-eyed people willing to shell out money to track down their other half.
Stiles is just really ambivalent about the whole thing. He meets his other half in his lifetime? Cool. If not? It’s just fine; he’s happy where he is.
At least that’s what he keeps telling himself.

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You know how this story ends, but how does it begin?

Not Your Disney Romance by tylerfucklin (Zimothy)

(5/5 I 42,065 I Mature)

After a long-forgotten agreement of an arranged marriage between Derek and the daughter of another pack’s alpha resurfaces, Stiles takes it upon himself to become the most amazing fake fiancé that a clueless, desperate alpha werewolf could wish for.

The Hour of the Wolf by Suaine

(4/4 I 54,045 I Teen)

Stiles never wanted to be a werewolf, but the choice is taken out of his hands by a series of unfortunate events. When he wakes up his life has become infinitely more complicated.

The New Normal by midnightcas

(27/27 I 63,392 I Teen)

After Stiles gets hurt…again, Derek puts him on the metaphorical supernatural bench. Meanwhile, Stiles tries to have a normal life and make normal friends. But when a new pack comes to town and the Hales start getting threats, things start to get a little….not normal.

Seeing Wolves (Where There Are No Wolves) by MellytheHun

(16/16 I 71.301 I Explicit)

Or otherwise known as “Derek Goes to the Doctor,” wherein Derek gets the therapy he so desperately needs and gets healthy. The clearer his head gets, the more room it seems to have for Stiles.

Cathedrals by KarasuYurei, KouriArashi

(17/17 I 78,639 I Teen)

After the events with Deucalion and Jennifer Blake, Derek goes on a search for his biological family. He, Stiles, and Cora head to New York City to try to find the family he doesn’t remember. It turns out that there was a lot to his adoption that he never knew.

what upsets me about the show refusing to show intimacy between Malec is that it doesn’t have to be graphic at all, which I’m assuming is what they’re afraid of. It can be just Alec’s head on top of Magnus’s chest as they lay on sofa, fully clothed. It can be Alec absently rubbing circles on the back of Magnus’s hand. It can be Magnus hugging Alec from behind and them just standing there (maybe sneaking a finger or two under Alec’s shirt). Them playing with each other’s hair. Forehead kisses. Alec doing Magnus’s nails (or at least trying to). It can honestly be so touchingly intimate without them ripping each other’s clothes off or making out against a wall.

I think my favorite thing about Alec being the Head of the Institute is that now thousands of closeted LGBT+ shadowhunters will hear about how a gay man who is dating a warlock is the head of the New York institute. Just by being himself and doing his job Alec is such and inspiration.

In the aftermath of it all, Catarina can’t find it in herself to be mad anymore.

At the start, after Magnus had portaled home, staggering and hurt and halfway to death with this boy leaning against him, asking that she help this Shadowhunter first… she remembers healing him – Alexander – and feeling rage. With runes stark on his skin and blood on his knuckles, he had been every inch a Nephilim. The Nephilim who had stolen Magnus’s heart.

She remembers the way she’d frowned at his unconscious face, comparing him to the strip of photographs Magnus left on his desk. Watching him lying there on a makeshift cot in the living room, suffering from the shock of blood loss and broken bones, she couldn’t imagine him making funny faces, couldn’t imagine him looking at Magnus with soft, sweet eyes. Couldn’t imagine that he’d want Magnus’s touch, that he would smile that boyish, lopsided smile with her best friend’s arms looped around him.

She remembers thinking, you don’t deserve him. This Shadowhunter, this lying Head of the New York Institute, didn’t deserve Magnus and his love. Magnus, who had started sleeping exclusively on the right side of the bed, who looked at Madzie with something wistful in his gaze every time she ran toward him, who always protected his people at the expense of his own happiness.

He’s too good for you, she had thought as she glared daggers at the boy in front of her, with his angel blood and penchant for prejudice. But she hadn’t said anything, hadn’t rolled him down the stairs, and had gone to help Magnus instead; her best friend, drained of magic and still stubbornly trying to heal himself. She’d gone to the balcony afterwards to clear her mind for a minute, to rest her hands, and now, as she turns around to check in on Magnus…

The Shadowhunter is missing from his cot. Classic. Rolling her eyes, she opens the door to the master bedroom.

They’re lying in Magnus’s bed together, Magnus’s head pillowed on Alec Lightwood’s chest, nearly asleep as he slowly heals from the wounds of battle. His body still lies stiff from the aches of demon venom coursing through his blood, skin paler than its usual golden hue, bruises littered everywhere, yet his arm is still curled possessively around the Shadowhunter’s waist in a familiar motion.

And the Shadowhunter…

He’s looking at Magnus like he’s a miracle.

His eyes never leave Magnus’s and his face is soft and warm and content, like he’s holding onto something he thought he’d lost forever. He looks young like this, the way he smiles and whispers secrets into Magnus’s ear, the way his fingers trace patterns on his bare shoulder, the way he readjusts the red silk blanket so that it’s tucked carefully under Magnus’s chin.

Magnus can’t see it, with his face buried into the Shadowhunter’s shirt, but from the doorway, Catarina can. This boy… he’s truthfully, honestly, painfully in love. The type of love Catarina hasn’t seen Magnus receive in too long, the type that’s as helpless and natural as the sky is blue. And a part of her still wants to be angry, to shake Alec Lightwood until his teeth click in his skull, to tell him, don’t you ever hurt him, but from the way he’s staring down at Magnus with his heart in his eyes, she thinks he already knows.

Catarina starts to turn around, when unexpectedly Alec Lightwood’s eyes dart up to meet hers at the sound of her loafers swishing faintly against the rug. They stare, frozen for an awkward moment, and she nearly laughs at loud at the way his cheeks go rosy pink. She opens her mouth to say something, to make fun of him maybe, or tell him to let Magnus sleep, but right then Magnus shifts, groaning low in his throat, and the Shadowhunter breaks his gaze, mumbling something into Magnus’s hair that makes her friend smile gently.

Wordlessly, Catarina magics the door closed, staring at the smooth black wood as Magnus and Alec fade from view. In the kitchen, she makes herself a cup of chamomile tea, hands wrapped around the soothing, fragrant heat as she sighs in exhaustion. The two of them… they don’t make sense to her, not at all. They shouldn’t work. But Magnus is Magnus, and he’s never done anything by halves. If his happiness comes in the form of a too-tall Shadowhunter with gentle eyes and a cautious smile, then Catarina will be the very last person in this dimension to tell him no.