Sterek AU: Stiles Stilinski, cello prodigy and Derek Hale, world class pianist disagree on the emotional range of classical music.
“You’re wrong. You’re so wrong.”
Stiles waves his bow at him, like he’s wagging a finger at a child, mouth spread wide in a teasing grin and it makes Derek want to strangle him. Or maybe, possibly kiss him.
“You’re lucky you’re pretty.”
I really would love to see that crossover, repeatedly, in every possible position. Even if it would end in tears because let’s be real, everything the Winchesters touch ends in tears. Poor little shits.
“Look kid,” Sam says. It’s the third time he’s tried the good cop routine and Dean can hear it wearing thin. “We know you had nothing to do with the murders. But we also know you’re not the only werewolf in town.”
The kid tips his head and sucks on his lips, the total absence of fucks glaringly obvious. Dean is both frustrated as hell and grudgingly impressed because, hell, they’ve dealt with demons less sassy than this.
Sam sighs, and Dean has to cough into his hand to keep from laughing because that particular brand of exasperation is usually reserved for him. “Just be straight with us.”
For some reason, that’s hilarious. It takes a second before Dean remembers the dude they’d seen the kid with before they’d picked him up. Big, serial killer looking guy, sporting leather and a possessive hand on kid-snark’s back. Oh man.
Dean snorts and gives Sam patented ‘what? it’s funny’ shoulders when it earns him a glare.
“Trust me, dude,” the kid says. “I’m being as straight with you as…well, I was gonna say humanly possible but…”
A flash of canines has Sam rolling his eyes and sue him, Dean sorta wants to high-five the kid. You know you’ve been hunting for too long when you start rooting for your mark.
“You’re driving a stolen car,” Sam says. “You’re carrying a fake ID. Every word out of your mouth so far has been bullshit-”
“Says the hunter posing as an FBI agent,” the kid says, tapping a nonchalant beat on his water bottle.
Sam pulls out bitch-face number eleven. “Is anything about you real?”
The kid grins and bobs his head. “My boobs.”
Dean laughs so hard he almost pulls something.
A Sciles fic
It’s actually not very crack-y xD If you like Blaine and Klaine, please don’t read this. Under cut because of length. Un-beta’ed, just a warning.
A Sterek fic
I JUST TYPED “TEEN FOWLS” INSTEAD OF “TEEN WOFLS”
I’m so ashamed
because I now need angry goose!derek in my life asap
JUST THINK. WEREGOOSE.
Stiles never expected the goose he saved from the Argents’ cat to start following him around. He also didn’t expect the goose to take to honking solemnly at Scott.
It nips Jackson. Jackson yells at it, affronted, and then puts Stiles and his goose on a restraining order. Scott at this point in time is just very confused as to why the goose gives him searching looks, and decides to keep his newly-discovered habit of foraging for corn at night a secret.
“You don’t have to be angry all the time,” Stiles says as the goose waddles into his bathroom, fluffy butt sticking up proudly as it disregards him. Stiles rings Scott up to bitch about aggressive pets. After a bout of silence from the bird in question, there’s an all-too-human groan from the bathroom and Stiles rushes in to see a naked guy curled on the tiled floor.
It’s definitely his goose, Stiles tells Scott over the phone. The hairstyle is exactly the same.
STILES AND HIS GOOSE
Stiles hears Derek fall before he sees him, writhing on the ground as the Faeries spin closer. It’s just the two of them, caught unawares on a recon mission to find out about the stone circles suddenly appearing on the Hale property.
The Faeries are more terrifying than he’d…
I made a documentary.
“The wolf, a master hunter, crouches and waits to move closer to its prey, a young buck.” Derek whispered from his spot on the window sill behind Stiles. Stiles was busy studying because he had a test tomorrow and the Sheriff wanted him to get above a ‘C’ or else Derek wouldn’t be allowed to come over for a month.
“One wrong move, and the buck becomes alert.” Derek’s voice maintained the low level as he crept further into the room, one foot on the floor to brace himself
Stiles lifted his head from his text book, shoulders straight with suspicion. Not a second later, Stiles shook his head and shrugged. “Man… I am going crazy from Math… hearing things… Dad’s probably just watching some boring documentary.”
Derek smirked, “Deciding not to take any chances, the wolf attacks.” He lunged forward, catching Stiles off guard as he dove against his chest and pushed them back.
“OH MY GOD, DEREK!” Stiles screamed as they fell backwards, the chair thudding loudly on the floor, no doubt alerting the Sheriff to the chaos currently going on in Stiles’ room.
“He shows little mercy.” Derek continued to narrate as his fingers pushed up Stiles’ shirt and danced over his sensitive skin.
Stiles starts laughing immediately, “NO STOP! NO TICKLES!” He cries in protest, trying to kick and push Derek off of him but it’s no use.
“The wolf goes in for the kill.” Derek growls against Stiles’ ear, tickling him into submission and a fit of hysterical laughter.
“The Dad’s going in for the kill if the wolf doesn’t let his son study.” Sheriff Stilinski stood in the doorway, expression serious and arms crossed in the most unamused manner possible.
Derek stopped immediately, backing away from Stiles and bowing his head in shame as he got up and made his way back to the window. “Sorry, sir. I’ll let Stiles continue studying.”
“Good choice.” The Sheriff nodded, eyes following Derek was he crept back out the window and Stiles couldn’t help imagining his tail tucked between his legs.
Stiles sighed from the floor. “Saved by the Dad. I am never going to get over how much Derek’s intimidated by you.”
“It’s a gift.” The Sheriff smiled, all traces of his previous strictness dissipating. “Now get back to work or no Derek, cowering or not.”
“Aye, aye sir! As soon as I’m able to move, sir!” Stiles saluted his father and grinned. Sometimes he loved his life, even if his back was going to be bruised from that impact…
“Today is Scott’s first day of kindergarten and Derek is terrified.”
Turning eighteen was supposed to be awesome.
Turning eighteen was going to mean, like, buying cigarettes and porn, right? Nevermind that Stiles has never smoked a day in his life, and no one had bought porn since the internet became a thing. Still, it was the principle of it….
As the third graders filed out of the classroom, Mr. McCall made sure to give each and every one of them a smile and a small, folded valentine with a piece of chocolate. There were superheroes on the fronts of the little red, pink and white cards and he had spent the night before writing little, personalized notes of encouragement to the kids in his class.
He didn’t fail to notice the small, quiet child that hung back until he could be last in line to file out of the classroom. When Stiles approached his desk, he offered the boy a gentle smile and the final valentine in his basket. It warmed his heart to see Stiles’ face light up as he took it.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Stiles,” Scott told him.
Stiles set his little backpack on the floor and flopped down onto his knees beside it. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Mr. McCall,” he replied as he unzipped the pack.
Scott leaned over to see what it was exactly that Stiles was doing. When Stiles withdrew a construction paper valentine from within the backpack, Scott couldn’t help but smile. The kids had all made little lunchsack valentine’s card bags and their parents had all filled out a folded, store-bought valentine card for all the kids on the list that had been sent home. But it looked as if Stiles had taken a little extra time for someone. Scott figured Lydia Martin would be the special recipient, up until the moment Stiles blushed straight to his ears and set the valentine on his desk.
“My mom said I could ask anyone to be my valentine,” Stiles told him very seriously. “So I made this for you.”
“Stiles,” Scott began, in the tone people used when someone’s done something they shouldn’t have. “This is very sweet, but isn’t there someone in class you’d like to give one of these to?”
Stiles shrugged, leaning over to zip up his backpack. “No,” he said simply as he hefted it onto his shoulder a little over dramatically; Scott could see it was pretty empty and couldn’t have weighed much. “Have a good day, Mr. McCall.”
Smiling, Scott nodded to his student. “You too, Stiles. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
A Danny/Stiles fic
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