“Oh,” Stiles said, his voice coming out low and breathy, “fuck me.”
“I don’t think that’s on the syllabus, but we can check to see if there’s a spot open in any of his classes,” Scott said, grinning.
“This isn’t an actual professor, though,” Stiles insisted, unable to resist brushing his thumb over the sharp line of the man’s bearded jaw. He was laughing at something off-camera, the shot taken in three-quarters view, his coat collar casually rumpled and opened to reveal a sliver of a simple grey t-shirt. The whole thing was deliberately calculated to lend him a more accessible feel, and god help him, Stiles was falling for it.
When Stiles signed up for Dr. Hale’s intro to history class, he had two goals: knock out the credits his advisor was bugging him to complete before he graduated, and spend a few hours a week daydreaming about his sexy professor’s salt and pepper beard.
Derek, a few months away from turning forty and not sure when his life had started feeling so damn lonely, had never encountered someone like Stiles before. Bright-eyed, sharp-tongued, determined to throw Derek’s carefully cultivated world into disarray…and absolutely the last person Derek should be falling in love with.
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21 Mar 2019
Orphan Stiles Stilinski seeks work at Hale House, an enormous, foreboding mansion in Beacon Hills run by Mr. Peter Hale, who employs him as a butler. Or: Stiles is Jane Eyre, and Peter is Mr. Rochester.
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20 Mar 2019
“That Spanish poetry class I’m taking- the final is now a take-home. We have to write poetry, Erica.”
“And that’s what has you so freaked out?” she says, laughing. “Derek, you’re a lit major- how have you never had to write poetry before?”
"I’ve- I’ve had to write poetry before, but this isn’t, it’s-” Derek puts his face in his hands. “It’s erotic poetry,” he says, his voice muffled into his palms. Erica bursts into cackles, and Derek lifts his head to glare at her. “It’s really not that funny.”
“I used my 3 Bars button to steal you, Stiles.”
Now Peter fucking Hale is right in front of Stiles on stage and pulling him into a hug. They’re touching. Stiles’ sweaty face is being tucked into Peter fucking Hale’s bare throat and his gay little heart can’t take it. When Peter pulls away, Stiles can feel his mouth opening and closing like a fish but he just can’t make it stop.
“Hello, darling,” Peter purrs barely an inch from Stiles’ skin. “You’re something really special, and I can’t wait to get to know you better.”
Desperate to save his injured father from mounting debt, Stiles becomes a contestant on the reality singing competition, Hit Single. There he must compete against a variety of characters to take home the cash prize... and maybe also his coach, legendary rock God, Peter Hale.
Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)
06 Nov 2016
Peter is not lonely as long as he has his plants. If only they wouldn't keep dying at his touch.
Stiles might be the solution to more than one of his problems.
For the prompt: As a werewolf Peter loves nature and used to have lots of plants in his rooms/apartment. But since he's back from the dead everything he touches dies. When he notices Stiles' green thumb he tricks/blackmails/charms him into caring for the plants at his apartment several times a week.