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“The mating ritual has commenced. The human now belongs to the Hale pack.”
“I have a name,” Stiles mumbled.
“What is it?”
The voice was rough, as if biting into the delicate skin of Stiles’ throat had taken concerted effort. Stiles’ eyes flitted open, looking at his Werewolf-husband for the first time.
“Oh, my God,” Stiles groaned. “You’re hot.”When Stiles is caught breaking ancient Pack law, he’s given two choices: be killed or become mate to some Werewolf he’s never met before.
He chooses what he hopes will be the less lethal of the two options. -
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Stiles gets a call for help from his old babysitter, Laura Hale, after a slew of magical sabotage to the restaurant/gastropub she runs with her brother Derek. Mysterious magical and supernatural shenanigans are Stiles' bread and butter, so who is he to deny what's basically family?
Even if it does mean facing his age-old, hopeless crush on Derek again, and the fact that Derek hates him.
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They didn't talk much about why Stiles was back in town.
His mother had been inordinately proud of that fact she went into labor and delivered Stiles alone in the woods. It was the eighties, she couldn’t exactly call her husband on her cell phone. Stiles was born healthy in the preserve.
Scott got hurt. Scott is Stiles to protect. He always has been. Stiles is pissed about quite a few things. “Scott is my fifteen year old cousin! And you hurt him and then left him alone and hurt? What’s wrong with you?” He has gotten very close to Derek’s face. Stiles takes a breath and turns away.
Or- what if Stiles was the responsible adult at home?
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Strange Turns That Bring Us Closer by demonicfaerie2009
Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV), Sterek - Fandom
21 Apr 2024
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His foot had just hit the bottom step on the porch and the next thing he knew he was spun around and pushed roughly against the front door. This was the second time tonight Derek had manhandled his way into Stiles' personal space. Between that primal growl from the elder teen and their close proximity, it sent a chill through him that had absolutely nothing to do with fear.
Good, god, there was no reason he should have enjoyed that. Stiles found his gaze darting back and forth from Derek's bright eyes to his lips.
“Kidding! Geez!” Stiles put his hands up in surrender, unable to stop the higher pitch his voice had taken.
A quiet snarl escaped Derek before he shoved just a little harder at Stiles' chest. Derek huffed, then stepped back. “I was keeping an eye on you.”
“Why?” His hands came up to straighten his shirt once more. The elder male's hands balled up at his sides, Stiles noticed. He also saw that Derek had tensed considerably. This made him watch the other a bit more skeptically, a brow shifting upward as his eyes narrowed. “Derek..? Why were you keeping an eye on me?”
“Because I think the Alpha is targeting you.”
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I changed the title to be more fitting. -
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"He was aware of the itch he’d feel before he shook his head or scrunched his nose. He recognized the impulse to move, but he didn’t realize how compulsive the behaviors had become. He had to shake his head. He had to scrunch his nose. He had to shrug his shoulders over, and over, and over.
It wasn’t until he was nine-years-old that Shouyou realized he couldn’t control his movements like other kids could."