Everything changed for loner firefighter Derek Hale when unmated Omega Stiles Stilinski moved across the street with his two daughters, Erica and Malia.
Here’s our wooing/courting tag, which will likely contain fics you’re looking for. I’m not familiar enough with the fic to know exactly what you want, so I hope these come close. -Emmy
My friend sent this to me on Tumblr: “I officially
challenge sunshinexlollipops to write me a fluffy Sterek fic. No angst
except for one small paragraph and it can not be major. High school AU.
Stiles is a nerd, Derek is a jock. Tutor!Stiles. They fall in love.”
Challenge accepted, Krista… Sort of?
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Derek clears his throat quietly, resuming his plan on retrieving the boy’s mythology book, “Y-You dropped this…”
“I know, but- thanks.”
The
boy snatches the book out of Derek’s hand with his mortification
filling the air in a sharp, heady scent that has Derek’s wolf mentally
salivating, “You’re welcome… Uh, do you know where the tutor session
thing is supposed to be?”
“T-That’s me,” with another addition of
pink to his cheeks, the boy rushes to correct himself a little, “I mean,
I’m the tutor here and this is supposed to be- oh god, I’m really
butchering this, aren’t I?”
He didn’t miss the feeling of a warm body in his bed,
he didn’t wish for someone who would greet him at the doorstep when he
came home after a long day of work, or who would bid him goodbye with a
soft kiss.
Peter didn’t want his home smelling like a mixture of
his musky, dark alpha scent and a sweet, playful omega scent. He didn’t
long to hear the sound of small feet running around the house, calling
him Daddy or Papa and demanding to get ice cream for dinner or not
having to go to kindergarten because it was stupid.
No, he didn’t want kids, he didn’t want a relationship and most importantly: he didn’t want a fucking omega.
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Or:
Peter Hale, successful businessman and Alpha werewolf, doesn’t want an
Omega no matter how much his sister urges him to finally claim a mate.
He has never been interested in an Omega. At least until he runs into one Stiles Stilinski at his nephew’s birthday party, who falls for him in more than just one way.
THIS is what you send in for 3 sentences? 3 SENTENCES? HOW?
I’ve never even CONSIDERED doing McKirk as an A/B/O before and you want me to boil it down to 3 SENTENCES?
Hahaha… oh man! *wipes tears* that ain’t happening… we got…i’m not sure i wanna try counting sentences here lol.
Ok, if i counted right, you’ve got the longest 3 sentences i’ve done so far: 16 😀
(P.S. Thank you 😀 )
Leonard frowned down at his pad, tapping the notification that had popped up in the corner. It was from Jim, only one word.
“Tonight.”
Frowning, he tapped the pad again, opening his private schedule and checking the dates. With everything going on, had he lost track of time? He usually kept better track of Jim’s heats than this.
In fact, as Chief Medical Officer of the Enterprise, it was part of his job to keep track of everyones ruts and heats, so as to be able to better help them. There was nothing that even modern medicine could do to completely halt the natural cycles of their secondary genders, but it could delay them, temper and ease them for the least amount of disruption in their lives as possible.
This was especially important in such circumstances as space exploration, when you needed to be ready for any emergency that may occur.
But sometimes, the medicines rebounded, as if to make up for lost time.
Staring down at his calender, noting that Jim’s heat was over a week early, Leonard realized it was one of those times, which would make this absolutely rough on his mate.
It was time to make arrangements to cover for both of them over the next week. If all went well, it’d be over in 3, but rebound heats had a way of being unpredictable.
Still, he and Jim had perfectly capable staff working for them. Spock and Christine could surely hold things together for the duration they’d be occupied, however long it wound up being.
“You’re not putting that up your butt,” Scott told him flatly and Stiles couldn’t stop the pissed off whine he made, but his friend continued. “Stiles, you can’t put that up your butt, you know that. Your butt won’t be ready for anything to go in it until-”
“Okay, okay!” he said, flailing his hands to stop his friend’s lecture. “Message received, no butt stuff until I’m pounced on by some freaking animal in the forest and ravished to within an inch of my life. Got it. Thanks, Scotty, I mean heaven forbid I actually try to take control of my life and give myself a fighting chance or anything.”
“Not all alphas are animals,” Scott said quietly.
Maybe he was right, but Stiles wasn’t holding his breath.
Stiles hasn’t seen Derek Hale this close up for over a decade. He looks almost exactly the same, except somehow he seems even bigger and broodier—criminally handsome, with soft-looking dark scruff, heavy brows, light hazel eyes. His gaze zeros in on Stiles almost immediately, and his scowl lightens minutely in what looks like surprise.
Stiles is acutely aware that he has melted butter and cinnamon all over his face, and tries to surreptitiously wipe it with the ends of his sweater-sleeve.
Stiles is stolen away from his home and forced to work for the Hale army. He ends up at a manor where he lives at the edge of the war between the Hales and the Argents. Stiles gets wrapped up in rumors about secret princes, magic and possibly a spy. A handsome alpha who he finds himself hopelessly attracted to is the last thing he wants.
Derek has learned to be a good Alpha in most of the ways that count. The problem is, now that he’s well-adjusted, safe, and happy, it’s time to turn his attention to the one thing he’s always sucked at: finding a nice, sweet Omega mate.
Lucky for him, Erica and Stiles have ideas on how to make that as painless as possible.
In which Derek Hale is a failwolf and somehow, ends up going speed dating.
The magic within him swells as he closes the circle. It’s fed by Derek’s sacrifice, his promise to provide and protect his pack.
Stiles concentrates on the thick web of bond connecting each person to the other and back to Derek. His own threads are bright in his mind, distracting where the thickest leads right back to Derek, to his alpha, to…
When he comes back around, Stiles is standing in front of Derek. The red of Derek’s eyes glow, and his expression is solemn. Stiles can feel the excitement, the hope, radiating from him.
Stiles was young when he found out he could do magic, that he was a witch. But living as an only son left him with too much time on his hands, which is why he decided to use his magic to create something he wasn’t even sure it was possible in the first place. Alone in the woods, the young Stiles lost himself to magic, but someone found him. Someone saved him.
That night in the woods Derek killed his uncle and saved a boy named Stiles. Since then he’s felt a connection to the boy, like they’re meant to be together, like Stiles belongs to him. He’s brave, and smart, and everything a newly made alpha could ever want… And Derek needs to be close to him.
“What’s your name? I can’t keep calling you Balto.”
“What’s yours?”
“Stiles.”
Derek raises an eyebrow. That isn’t his real name. There’s no way. But now he thinks about it, he has a vague memory of someone, probably Uncle Peter, telling him that with the fae, names have power. “I’m Miguel,” he says.
“Lie.”
“Are you trying to tell me your real name is Stiles?”
Stiles runs his tongue across his teeth and considers Derek carefully. “Fair enough,” he says, “Miguel it is.”
Grabbing his groceries and pocketing the change, Derek turns to leave; he’s nearly at the door when Stiles calls out, “By the way, Miguel, if you’re interested, it’s two for one on bags of kibble at the pet store down the street.”
Derek doesn’t look back, doesn’t hesitate, just raises a hand and flips him off on the way out.
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