I have this idea for a story I want to write where one day Derek finds Stiles wondering through the streets of the abandoned part of town (near the loft) and goes up to him to ask if he’s lost. Stiles says no, and tells Derek that he was just testing something. When Derek asks what he was testing Stiles says, “I just wanted to see how long it would be before someone noticed, how far I’d have to go before people lost the fear of offending me and started to worry.”
“What do you mean?” Derek asks, but his question is answered when he finally notices the guide dog at Stiles’ side.
Stiles is blind.
Stiles seems to notice Derek’s unease and so he says, “This is Murdock.” Derek chuckles and asks, “As in Matt Murdock? Daredevil?” Stiles smiles, “You’re the first person to get that reference.” Derek, worried about Stiles, offers for him to come inside while he calls the Sheriff to come and pick him up. They sit together and talk until the Sheriff arrives and Stiles farewells Derek.
A couple of nights later, Derek wakes, instinct telling him he should not be sleeping. He looks out the window and sees Stiles wandering about in the darkness without Murdock. Derek runs down to the street and carefully approaches Stiles, trying not to startle him as he talks softly and ushers him inside. Stiles kind of looks at Derek and whimpers, “I was sleep walking again, wasn’t I?”
Derek lets Stiles stay the night at the loft and watches over him. When Stiles wakes, he’s lost and confused. Derek calms him down and offers to take him home.
I really want to read a Sterek “fell in love as children” AU with a twist.
Let’s say the Hale and the Stilinski has nothing to do with each other, at all. Don’t live in the same area, never heard of each other’s family at all.
But, for some reason or another, their paths cross at one point of their life. I’m talking “we stopped on the road at this restaurant because the kids were five seconds away from eating the car seats” type of encounter.
Anyway. Somehow, Stiles and Derek meets away while the adults are busy. They are both five, both wearing a batman tee shirt and they have this immediate “you are the best thing in the entireworld” revelation.
Half an hour later, one adventure with a mean kid on the swings and a long discussion on life later, and they are now ride or die for each other. They have this pretty precise plan of buying a house together and raising eagles and wolves together in their future garden.
It’s all very exciting, and Derek is actually the one that introduces the idea of marriage, because that’s what you do when you want to live with someone in a house. Stiles finds the idea very logical and grown up, and they seal it with a kiss on the cheek.
Derek’s eyes flash, Stiles hands sparks and when they jump back there is a big matching drawing appears over both their arms. They look at it with huge, excited eyes, and both run show it to their respective parents.
But when Derek finds his family, they’re leaving the place and calling his name. He suddenly remembers how Laura had plead and plead to have her pack tattoo and how their mom had said no, not until she was eighteen.
Derek is pretty sure five is far away from eighteen.
He’s so distracted and distraught that he doesn’t even really realize they are leaving, all quiet and small in the back of the car. It’s only at night, when his parent come to kiss him goodnight and tries to pry his secret out of him, that Derek rolls his sleeve up and show the longs lines all over his arm.
Cue the Hale, freaking out and the whole pack messily falling into the room, panicked.
They try to find more about the other kid, but Derek offers for only details “he’s called Stiles”, “he thinks eagles are cool” and “he loves batman.”
(Somewhere far away, the Stilinskis are wondering how to locate a “just Derek” with “pretty eyes and cool teeth”. Even abusing John’s powers, no database could be sufficient for this type of situation.)
So, that’s how things are.
For a while, it doesn’t change things really. They live their life as happy kids, go to school, make friends. Sometimes, they watch their tattoo while showering or before going to sleep and they wonder. But nothing more.
But then, puberty hits. Hard.
And they are surrounded by pretty people and their bodies try to overdose their brains on hormones and everything sucks because they are just no into it.
They do want to kiss people but also, they only want to kiss this precise people, and it’s the worst. It’s been more than ten years, who cares if the people in high school that try to kiss them don’t have cute bunny teeth/the right moles on their cheek?
Them. They care. So much.
Derek becomes a legend when the cheerleading captain jumps in his arms after a game and Derek throws her (throws her) away as if she was on fire in front of the entire school.
Kate tries to seduce him a few days after Derek’s sixteen birthday. Derek’s answer goes something like “Hm, thank you old lady, but no. Also, this is creepy and I’m telling my mother.”
So there is no Hale fire. Kate gets arrested. Everybody stays alive.
Stiles never falls in love with Lydia, because she’s beautiful but she doesn’t have big ears and green eyes that can flash gold and it’s apparently a total deal breaker for Stiles’ stupid libido.
He’s not bitter at all.
So Lydia and Stiles becomes BFF, and they bond over the supernatural, people being stupid and their boyfriends being useless.
Stiles likes to answer “thanks, my husband made it for me” to anyone asking after his tattoo, his face blank and his smile fake.
Years pass, they both stay celibate. They both go secretly to comic con for several years in a row, hiding it from their families but hoping to find the other nerd there. They never meet each other in the crowd.
Then things finally get resolved in the most random way.
Like, both Lydia and Derek get chosen to speak during a supernatural convention, in a panel made for young members of the community.
Derek is still adjusting his microphone, two seconds after stepping up to the podium, when someone stands up in the crowd, points at him and starts yelling.
There is a healthy mix of profanities and weird compliments thrown his way in a few seconds, ranging from “you mated and dashed you prick! And what the fuck is the deal with yours arms? How is that fair?” to “you really grew into your teeth your asshole!”
They get expulsed from the session. Derek never has no chance to present his work. His mom is going to be disappointed, again.
They spend some more times yelling and flailing at each other in the corridor. Half an hour later, they start making out against a wall.
They get expulsed from the convention. They don’t really care.
(Six months later, they join the same college together. Half an hour after their family leave them to their new flat, they decide to elope and make it all official.
Sterek
AU: Derek returns to Beacon Hills while on the run from hunters, 10 years after the death of his family, only to find
that in his absence, a new pack has taken over. A new pack led by an infuriatingly distracting, attractive, barely-legal alpha.
Awww, thank-you so much! I decided to go with drunk!Stiles talking to Boyd about Derek, because lets face it, Boyd deserves all the love!
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It’s only six o’clock in the evening, but Stiles is already drunk. He’s been celebrating getting his PhD since 3pm, and he never could hold his alcohol worth a damn. “Here’s the thing, here’s the thing, here’s the–oof…” Stiles legs buckle under him a little and he clutches on tighter to Boyd’s shoulder.
“The thing?” Boyd says.
“Yes!” Stiles waves a finger in the air. “‘Xactly,” he slurs, “You get it. You–” He trails off, blinking owlishly, head swimming. It’s possible the tequila was a mistake.
Boyd rolls his eyes. “Pretty sure you’d have to finish the sentence for me to ‘get it,’” he says.
“Der’k,” Stiles says, trying to stand straighter and failing miserably.
Puffing out his cheeks, Boyd blows out a long suffering sigh. “What about Derek?”
“He’s soooooooooo– ohhhhhhh, look! Is that an owl? Is that a fucking owl?” Stiles lets go of Boyd and stumbles blurrily after the bird that’s just fluttered onto the sidewalk. “I’ve never seen an owl in real life before. Maybe it’s got my Hogwar’s letter.” He trips over a crack and almost goes flying.
A firm hand grips his shoulder, keeping him upright. “It’s a pigeon.” Boyd says firmly, turning him back around and looping an arm around him to keep him upright.
“Are’ya sure?”
“Pretty damn sure.”
“Well maybe Hogwarts sen’ pigeons now. Owl’s are prob’bly expensive. Pigeons are like–” he waves a hand airily, and nearly hits Boyd in the nose. “Y’know downsized. On a budget. Hadda make cutbacks.”
“The economy is in the toilet.”
Stiles looks up at him suspiciously, not sure about his tone. “You’re humorin’ me ‘cos I’m drunk.”
Boyd meets his gaze steadily, expression impassive. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“Hmmmm.” Stiles blinks at him. “What Hogwarts house do you think Der’k would be in?”
Boyd stares back, saying nothing.
“Because,” Stiles continues, “When I firs’ met him I thought Slip– Sith–Slitherfin? The snakey one. Because he was all grrrr, alpha. Power. Ambishon. Y’know? Y’know?” He jabs Boyd with a boney elbow and tries to wink, but ends up closing both of his eyes instead. He sways a little unsteadily, everything feels extra spinny.
When he opens them again, Boyd is staring at him, one eyebrow raised.
“Bu’ now I’m like–like Der’k’s kinda brave y’know an’ also kinda loyal. An’ like– secretly kind. An’ his eyes are pretty.”
Boyd inhales deeply through his nose. “So?”
“So I can’t decide.” He clutches on to Boyd’s shirt and stares up at him wildeyed. “Wha’ house? You gotta help me decide!”
“Maybe he’s a hatstall.”
Stiles sniffs. “Not gonna lie, B, it’s kind of a giant turn on tha y’even know wha’ that means.”
Boyd grins then, just showing a little bit of fang. “Call me ‘B’ again and I’ll rip your spine out and force feed it to you.”
Stiles snickers. “Sorry, sorry, sorry,” he slurs in between choked off laughter. “God my fear responses are so fucked. So so so fucked. I blame Der’k.” Everything is Derek’s fault really. He’s so amazing. God, Stiles misses him.
“C’mon,” Boyd says, herding him along. “Let’s get you home.”
But Stiles has other plans. “No!” he says, trying to wriggle out of Boyd’s iron grasp and mostly failing. “No, we hav’ to go an’ fin’ Der’k.”
“Why?”
“Becauseeeee–” Stiles whines. “I have to tell him his eyes are pretty. An’ that he’s a hufflefish. Or a gryffinroar. He has to know, B–” he checks himself. “Boyd.”
“He really doesn’t–”
“An’, an’ I love him. I love him and I really wanna kiss him so bad,” Stiles says, feeling suddenly unaccountably sad. He’s never been to Hogwarts. He’s never kissed Derek. These are terrible injustices that he needs to rectify. “He has to know that I love him. I don’ think he knows tha’ yet.”
Boyd stops. Looks at him. Sighs, exasperated. “It might mean more if you say that to him sober.”
Stiles takes a deep breath through his nose, and tries to unscramble his thoughts. His stomach feels icky, like that one time he went sailing. “You’re righ’” he says, blinking. “Sober. You’re righ’.”
“I know.”
Boyd’s the best. His favorite of all Derek’s puppies. “You’re the best,” Stiles says. “You’re my favorite p-puppy.”
“Thanks,” Boyd says drily. “That means a lot.”
Stiles grins up at him. Then lurches forward and vomits all over his shoes.
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