Hey! Can you please post some fics where one of them has a missing limb? Thank you!! I love your blog!! <3
Derek is living and working two thousand miles away from everything he’s ever loved, when he meets Stiles, a former killer whale trainer.
Or the one where Stiles and Derek are just two lost souls trying to find themselves again.
He wasn’t going to do it again. He wasn’t going to let another date look at him in horror. Derek refused to be seen as a freak. He was just going to find a new job, move out of his parent’s house, and die alone.
“Just one more date Derek, please!” Laura begged, following him down the stairs and waving her phone at his back.
“I said no! You don’t know what it’s like,” Derek muttered, suddenly defeated.
“I know babe,” Laura told him, coming up to wrap an arm around her little brother, standing up on her tippy toes until she could lay her head on his shoulder. “But look at this guy. He’s gorgeous.”
Derek couldn’t resist a quick glance at the dating app. Damnit. Laura was right, as always. The guy was gorgeous. A mole dotted face with an adorably upturned nose smirked at him from behind a pair of square framed glasses, and he could feel his resolve crumbling.
Everyone had a soulmate, tied to them by an invisible string of fate. When they met the one to whom they’d been tied, the red mark would appear around their left pinkie, and just about everyone had their mark before they turned thirty.
Derek was almost thirty-five when he woke up with a driving need to find someone named Stiles. He just had no idea his soulmate would take searching multiple parallel universes to find.
Six months after a nematon storm causes Stiles to crash his Jeep, he’s finally adjusted to being an amputee. Derek, however, is still treating Stiles like he’s fresh out of the hospital.
Or, the one where Stiles only has one leg (well, one and like, three-fifths), and Derek only wants to make love now. Much to Stiles’ chagrin.