Spoiler: there was supposed to be a third scene in this animation, but, uh, it was the in shower, and somehow it wasn’t as hilarious as I thought it’d be. XD
“They’re not stupid,” Stiles hisses, yanking on the cuffs around his wrists, “They’ll know it’s a trap.”
“Well of course they will, sweetheart.”
She leans down, running a finger over his cheek and smiling, “That’s the thing about wolves that let humans in their pack. They’ll know it’s a trap in a second, but they’ll still fight life and limb to come save you. You keep them human. You keep them foolish.”
(Or, the one where Dylan O’Brien’s prediction is true, and Stiles is used as bait to get to Scott and Derek.)
Winter nights in Beacon hills are supposed to be long, cold and cozy. Wrapped in a blanket, Stiles is used to spend them in front of his TV, playing videogames and watching re-runs of old cop shows until spring. But this time everything is different and with one human kidnapped and tortured by a stray Omega and a blue moon on the rise, the pack around Derek is running out of time.
“Gerard took him because he’s a sadistic bastard. He knew Stiles is the only way to kill you but not because he’s a good fighter or because he can fire a gun. We can all do that and the rest of us are way more skilled at all of those things than him,” Scott starts.
“So what is it about him?” Derek asks bitterly, hands clenching tightly into fists at his side. Scott comes closer, puts a hand on his shoulder, forcing him to look at him. He gives Derek a gentle smile.
“It’s because Stiles is the only one you wouldn’t fight back,” Scott murmurs.
It all started on a stake out when things got a bit hot and heavy in the car. After that, they swore it was a one-time thing. But things don’t always go to plan.
“Stiles did not normally start his afternoon with a stranger in the back of his Jeep, telling him to ‘Be quiet and don’t do anything stupid, or you’ll never see your precious father again.’”
Stiles isn’t very good at being quiet, and when has he ever not done something stupid?
In which Stiles is kidnapped by a Hunter with a vicious streak and a penchant for torture, and Derek (and Scott) is having none of that.
Alone, Stiles could feel the tiredness start to run through his body, the cuts on his body aching and other places hurting which made him wonder how they were hurting before he blinked a few times, eyes lifting towards the windows and the grey sky, Stiles hoped that the pack would find him. Slumping down in to the bonds, Stiles dropped his chin to his chest as tears gathered in his eyes, he felt scared for the first time since the car accident and he hated the fact that he couldn’t hear for anything which could creep up on him, hated that he couldn’t protect himself, squeezing his eyes shut tightly, Stiles tried to keep the tears away as he finally let the tiredness wash over him.
Stiles is a Fox Spirit, and his best friend was just turned into a werewolf. Life is going to get a whole lot more interesting around Beacon Hills now.
Or
The one where Stiles was a Kitsune from the get go, and how that completely changed everything that happened.
the distraction (Derek/Stiles, T, 3k) by bleep0bleep A almost has-been, a young hopeful, and too much protection.
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Derek stares flatly at the huge bin of condoms in the health center they had set up in the Olympic Village. Their shiny foil packets glisten, as if they’re mocking him.
“Go on, take some, we’ve got plenty,” the aide says, not even looking up from her clipboard.
“No thanks,” Derek says, fighting the blush rushing to his cheeks. He knows the reputation the Village has, and the reason why the athletes are provided with so much… protection. Derek takes a step back. A large step. It’s been so long since he’s even thought about being intimate with someone that the colossal amount of condoms even being present here is terrifying.
“How long?” Deaton asks him once the pack has left the room.
Derek raises his eyebrow in confusion, taking a step forward. “How long what?”
Deaton snorts and points at the window. Derek looks outside and sees Stiles and Scott getting inside the jeep.
“I might not know you like that, but it’s unbelievably obvious, you know.”
And just like that he understands.
“It’s none of your bussines.” he replies, giving a hard glance at his direction before turning back to leave.
“You know he’ll realize eventually, he’s a smart kid,” he hears Deaton say. “Imagine his reaction when he knows you didn’t tell him.”
“And tell him exactly what?” he knows he’s playing a fool in front of the Vet, but it’s not exactly a topic he talks about, less with someone he doesn’t trust.
“That he’s your mate. You might pretend you don’t know, but it’s obvious at least to me that you’ve known for a while now so, how long?”
He sighs and walks to the exit, stopping in his track before he steps outside, tilting his head to the side and responding-
Stiles: “I LOVE YOU SO MUCH AND YOU’RE SUCH A MEANIE TO MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”
Derek: “Nope, no, no, nononononono, Stiles it was Just my insecurities speaking – I was just saying – I was – I know you love me – I love you too just – DON’T CRY!!”
“Okay,” Stiles started. He had a monumentally stupid idea, but well, that was kind of his trademark. At least they usually worked out for him. Emphasis on usually. “If I win…you have to go to my ten-year high school reunion next year. As my date.”
Funny. It was supposed to be funny. Seriously, Derek had lost a bet and Erica had been in charge of the stakes which had been awesome because Erica is the bomb at coming up with hilarious embarrassing shit and-
PROMPT; Isaac and Erica think they have finally managed to out smart Derek when they win a bet against him and he has to spend a whole weekend alone locked away with Stiles at the loft while they rest of the pack enjoy a few days at the beach thanks to Lydia. A whole weekend in bed with his mate without the pack disturbing them yeah Derek was sure sorry he lost that bet.
Your typical High School AU. There’s a jock, there’s a nerd, there’s a bet, and there’s feelings. — (Nerd) Derek Hale is not a chicken, and when Erica bets that he’d never have the courage to date (Jock) Stiles Stilinski for more than two weeks, Derek accepts the challenge, because he’s stupidly attracted to Stiles, and also maybe crushing on him a tiny bit too much. And maybe Stiles has been crushing on Derek for years. And maybe somewhere along the line they fall in love. And then ruin it.
Stiles didn’t need to go to the coffee shop every morning. He had a fully functioning coffee maker. High end, even! It had been a huge splurge for the college student, and he had been stuck eating ramen for several months but it was so worth it. And yet every morning he found himself heading to Full Moon Café before going to class. The coffee was great, don’t get him wrong, but there was another reason Stiles couldn’t stay away from the place… That reason was six feet tall, had the most gorgeous eyes, and stubble that made Stiles want feel it on the inside of his thighs. That man was a damn Adonis, and should really be an underwear model, not a barista. Tall Dark and Handsome was so far out of his league Stiles may as well have dreamed about dating Chris Hemsworth. But hey, a boy could dream right?
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