Derek's family had survived the war. Well, most of them. His father fell to the fires of the battlefield, and Derek had inherited the mantle of Alpha against his will. Which of course, put him ahead of Laura for the throne. Among other things, Peter had to go and do something stupid, and piss off their neighbors to the south. A country ruled by a man known as the Demon King. Great. Things couldn't have possibly gotten any worse.
(Or, the Royalty AU I've been trying to write for the better part of two years.
Stiles and Lydia had been attacked the night of their graduation party. Now, they were something else. Something that craved deeply and painfully. Taking no other choice, they ran. Less they hurt those closest to them. Shame that they happened to run straight into a den full of werewolves.
Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV), Supernatural, Sterek - Fandom, destiel - Fandom
08 Aug 2018
Stiles hated to admit it, but there were some downsides to being one of two humans in a pack of werewolves. Namely, he tended to kidnapped. Like a lot. Mostly by hunters. They were real assholes. But these three....They were something else. Even still, they had kidnapped him. But apparently, when there were witches that needed killing, they were the ones to call. Oh well, just another day in Beacon Hills.
Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)
05 Jun 2017
Stiles is used to being second tier in everyone's life. How easily people forget him and move on to bigger and better things. Used to always being in someone's shadow. Leave it to Derek Hale to shatter those expectations.
(Also, this fic is kind of a gift for my favorite fic writer, TheTyperwriterGirl, who gave us Home and a world to its own. This is one small way of thanking her.)
Derek and Stiles have been dating for six months. Their anniversary just happens to fall on Valentine's Day. Derek, understandably, proceeds to panic.
January seventh. Seven days since the start of 2015, and seven days since his father’s death.
The bastard, he thinks bitterly. The past year Derek Hale had made it blatantly obvious that he hated his scrawny guts, taking every given opportunity to shove him up against a wall, growl threats in his ears and roll his eyes whenever he stepped into the room, muttering some snide comment about how spastic or idiotic he was.
So why did he fucking volunteer to take him in?
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07 Sep 2015