Derek knows what it feels like to not really have a choice, what it’s like to be manipulated. He’d never take away someone’s right to choose freely. The fear of even accidentally doing so is enough to hold him back from acting on his own feelings.
Stiles has never had a problem making his own choices, and fuck anyone who would try to tell him he can’t.
(Or: Stiles gets bitten by a different alpha, but of course would prefer to have Derek as his alpha. And also just, you know, have Derek.)
This is totally Stiles, who was out running with the pack on the full moon and somehow lost track of them. So he’s looking for the pack when suddenly Derek pounces on him, demanding submission, looming over him, baring his teeth and Stiles grins – well, only mentally because he can’t grin in fox form.
And instead he noses under Derek’s jaw, growling softly even though he’s totally not a threat to Derek and they both know it. And really, he hadn’t expected Derek to do it, but then there’s a small whine in his ears and Derek tilts his head back, baring his throat to Stiles and Stiles just freezes.
Because standing over him is a huge ass alpha werewolf, and he’s showing submission to Stiles.
(And that’s enough spank bank material for the next twenty years holy shit.)
And the morning after, Derek is totally blushing and at first he doesn’t look at Stiles and Stiles is so worried he fucked shit up, but then he glances up at Stiles from under his eyelashes, a small, soft smile on his face and Stiles’ heart may or may not skip a beat.
And then, like a few weeks later when life has picked up its normal pace, Stiles goes to Derek’s loft – alone – because. Well, he doesn’t really have a reason. He just – he wants to know if Derek meant it.
And Derek’s reading a book on his couch, wearing the sweater with the thumbholes that drives Stiles insane.
“Stiles?” Derek asks, a small frown on his face. “Is something wrong?”
And it kind of hits Stiles that he doesn’t really see Derek a lot apart from the full moons and the life-threatening situations but god, he wants to fix that.
“I’m fine,” he says, clenching his fingers into fists. “I just – I wanted to ask you something?”
“Of course,” Derek immediately says, scooting over to make some room for Stiles. “Anything.”
That – that makes Stiles think, because anything? Would Derek really do anything for him?
“Well, about the last full moon,” he says, looking down at his shoes. “Did you mean it?”
His voice wavers at the end and he kind of hates himself for it, that Derek brings this sort of vulnerability out in him this quickly. But then Derek puts a hand on his jaw, forcing Stiles to look at him and his eyes are so green and warm and deep.
“Of course,” Derek whispers as he tilts his head back, baring his throat again but this time, this time he’s in human form and it’s so much more intimate. Stiles hesitates a second, and Derek waits patiently and suddenly Stiles can’t handle it, the trust Derek has for him, the submission.
And then he shoots forward, lightly placing his teeth on Derek’s neck, biting down and he smiles when Derek shudders against him, Derek’s hands coming up to softly rest on his shoulders.
“Fuck, Stiles,” he chokes out when Stiles leans his forehead against Derek’s shoulder, Derek’s hands twisting into his hoodie. “I love you.”
The loft was flooded, the water shimmering in the moonlight streaking through the huge windows. The twins held Derek on his knees, with his arms extended and claws out. Kali had Boyd, and she was dragging him toward Derek, and—
Stiles aimed at the twin closest to him and threw the Molotov cocktail as hard as he could.
(In which Stiles gets to the loft just a few minutes sooner in s3e7, and what happens because of it.)
I found it. I remembered I once wanted to share it but it wasn’t finished so I never did. I realized I forgot the idea, if there had been any to begin with, so I’m sharing this half-unfinished thingy. yay (ΦωΦ)’’’/
I finally got to a point where I gave up was satisfied with the colouring and the moon and the background, so I’m not going to worry at it any longer or I’ll just ruin it.
Alpha!Derek, guys! I think he might be my favourite of the two, but the beta version isn’t far off. I’ll post that one tomorrow since I still have one or two things to edit on it.
“Beacon County Sheriff’s Department, this is deputy Mahealani speaking.”
“Oh thank god!”
“Stiles?”
“I, uh, I need some advice.”
“Advice?”
“Yeah. So, hypothetically, say you met your boyfriend’s mother and sister for the first time ever. Completely by accident. In the grocery store. And they convinced you to help them make a dinner to surprise aforementioned boyfriend when he got home after work. What would you do?”
Danny paused, and then, “Stiles, you don’t have a boyfriend.”
“That’s not the point! And I said hypothetically.”
“Stiles…what are you doing right now?”
This is so funny, and so sweet, and so ridiculous. But the tags say it all – this is crack taken seriously and its done really well. Deputy!Stiles, Professor!Derek – Talia and Laura Hale – kittens – what more could you want? Oh, kissing you say? Well you get that too!
“You think this is funny?” Derek says, turning his glare on Stiles’ stupid smirking face.
“I think it’s hilarious,” Stiles says, shrugging when Derek looks incredulous. “Dude, it’s not like it’s forever, we’ll just have a few sleepovers until the hunters see that all the werewolves in town are properly tamed by their human mates and move on. And then I’ll have an awesome who-I-did-over-Summer-vacation story when Fall Semester starts!”
I love this fic – experienced!Stiles with inexperienced!Derek. There’s some delicious miscommunication and pining – but it never crosses that line to become annoying and too frustrating. Instead its the absolutely believable idiot communication these two idiots would absolutely conduct with each other. Derek’s reticence to have sex without it meaning something is something I love tbh. I always think a guy with a past like he has would have this attitude, and would be acutely aware of the ways in which sex isn’t casual. There’s a happy ending, of course, and some gorgeous awkward but sexy smut 😉
“What happened to your sweet Camaro?” Stiles asked.
“His sister borrowed it,” Erica said cheerfully. “Drove to Lake Tahoe for the holidays and left him here without transportation and fending for himself.”
This was… perfect, actually. Stiles needed a fake date and Derek needed a drive. “I’ll tell you what, I’ll drive you to and from the party and in return I get to tell Mrs. Gordon you’re my date.”
“Fine.” Derek nodded.
Yes! Stiles had a fake date to the Holiday Party!
Okay, so let me tell you a thing. This fic is hilarious – the set up is perfection, Stiles is just – such an arsehole but you will love him anyway. And Derek? His sincere lack of giving a shit is just a gift. Christmas themed goodness here – complete with ugly christmas jumpers, snow, and gifts. Do yourself a favour and read it, it’s got everything you want.
“Stiles is (still) single when the pack’s getaway to the Caribbean comes by (oh misplaced optimism); lucky for him Derek is committed to being uncommitted and even after all these years is still powerless against Stiles’ unique forms of persuasion.
Cue a romantic getaway for two: sun, sand, and sarcasm abound…and the two roped into competing in the Resort’s version of the Newlywed game. Only it’s completely obvious it’s going to end in disaster. Probably homicide.
Most probably homicide.
Plot twist: It doesn’t.”
Okay so this is probably one of my favourite sterek fics, the characterisations are on point (Stiles and Derek are such assholes) and the premise is just hilarious. So many moments will make you snort with laughter, and then there’s the moments where you’ll feel your heart swell by about 3 sizes from the sweetness. It’’s a fantastic summery fic, which will make you want to feel the sea lapping at your toes and the sun on your face. It’s just such an entertaining read!
“You want me to kick his ass?“ Isaac asks, sounding probably a little too eager.
“No, I don’t want you to kick his ass,” Stiles says. “Look, he’s just being a dick. It’s nothing I can’t handle.“
“You’re sure?”
“Yes. Now go stalk Scott or something. Your sudden protective streak is giving me the creeps. Besides, I’ve had worse from you.“ – Derek goes to pick Isaac up from school and doesn’t like what he hears, so he decides to do something about it.
This is short, sweet, and so so satisfying. Love me some protective Derek, and I’m pretty sure this little fake relationship isn’t going to stay fake for long…
“It was a last minute decision. Single parents with children draw attention to themselves in this type of neighborhood, and this department didn’t have a big budget to relocate all the werewolf and werewolf sympathizers that were targeted on this list. We’ve combined a lot of our relocation assignments. It ended up working out that another family, Mr. Stilinski and his son, looked like a good fit for you guys, so you’ll be sharing a home with them for the time being.” Markowski grins at him. “Congratulations! You’re married!”
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In which Derek and his daughter are displaced just in time for the holidays, matched up with Stiles and his young son in a government protection program.
You want to read this, you need to read this. Not only do we have Fake Dating trope, we also have both single dad!Derek AND single dad!Stiles, we have alive hales, aaaand we have both Hanukah AND Christmas celebrations – oh – and did I mention writer!Derek? This is a fabulous fic with everything you could hope for tbh, it’s got just the right amount of pining and miscommunication, flirting and making out.
prompt from etben: GIVE ME SOME FAKE DATING / FAKE MARRIAGE / MARRIAGE OF CONVENIENCE SHENANIGANS, FOR LO: I HAVE A MIGHTY NEED!
This is just a fantastically hilarious fic, not super long, but full of sweet and funny moments – and some of the best interactions with restaurant staff ever. Seriously. “Lizards in Basements”. You will cackle, I promise.
What happens at the North American Lycanthropy and Leadership Symposium stays at the North American Lycanthropy and Leadership Symposium. // Or, Stiles is totally going to be the best fake boyfriend ever. According to Allison and Lydia, he and Scott rate 17/20 in believability and 19/20 in cuteness. They’ve got this shit locked down.
Okay so first of I just want to warn you that the fake dating in this is Stiles/Scott but there is no actual relationship or sexy times between them – sciles is a not for me so I assure you it’s all just epic friendship. What you do get is some hilarious interactions between Stiles and Scott, and with the rest of the back via text and reference (honestly, it’s so well done). AND you get Stiles being his hilarious self and reacting to meeting Derek for the first time – Derek in well tailored suits – yep, it goes exactly how you imagine it. So funny and sweet, and I’m sure you’re gonna enjoy it!
“Oh my god, on the list of terrible things in your life, this can’t possibly be the worst.” Stiles says as he grabs Derek’s hand. He holds it awkwardly in his, aiming for tender and caring. He’s sure 98% it isn’t working. He’s holding Derek’s hand like it’s the knife Derek wants to stab him with. “So you’re going to buck up and smile your best I’m Dating Stiles Stilinski and I Like It smile or we get sexed by a lust demon! Your pick, Derek.”
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The one where Stiles really didn’t plan on spending Valentine’s Day pretending to be Derek’s fake boyfriend so they could safely hunt down an incubus. Funny how life works sometimes.
We have Valentine’s Day, a succubus, a cupid, and Stiles and Derek being the most awkward of goobers. This is a really fun take on the incubus demon concept, and the ending is just awesome. Sweet, sweet, sweet.
Stiles does not work his Omega ass off to attract frat boy Alphas. Absolutely not. He’s at college to get his degree. If he’s crushing on an Alpha who never crosses the lines of propriety, well, no one needs to know, right?
Okay so this have ABO dynamics, but nothing nsfw, with Alpha werewolf Derek being adorable and traditional and protective. Super sweet, super cute.
When Derek receives an invitation to what should have been his ten year class reunion, he panics a little. He’s barely got his life together and the invitation specifies a plus one. Thankfully, Stiles is there to help him out.
Ugh this fic is just gorgeous okay? Derek and Stiles are both written so well, and the way that Stiles supports and protects Derek all the way through – it’s just incredibly heartwarming and totally romantic. I loved this fic a lot – if you want to be completely swept away in 3000 words – you need to go for it.
Derek decides he might be ready to start dating again, so the pack creates a signal that Derek can use if he ever needs saving from an uncomfortable situation. The signal somehow comes to mean that Stiles will pretend to be Derek’s boyfriend. Eventually, Stiles saves Derek so many times that the lines begin to blur.
In which there are fake boyfriends, flirting, music festivals, a bit with a puppy, a cameo by Jack Falahee, and honest kissing.
This one is another favourite of mine, it’s a really fun play on the fake dating trope – and another one where Stiles (and the whole pack) are protective of Derek and save him from panicking when confronted with overly flirtatious people. I kind of have a thing for them all coddling him somewhat? I think it’s because he’s my precious little alpha baby and I want him to be looked after and loved. Which he is, in this, there’s even a farmer’s market. Check it out.
Stiles starts looking around, like there’s someone who’ll rescue him from this painfully awkward situation and Derek can’t blame him. All he can think is this is some kind of elaborate prank Laura is playing on him after she’d found his pile of Fangboy back copies last month.
Or, the one where Derek has to marry a human to save Clawbook and it turns out to be Stiles. He’s completely doomed.
Oh man, this is a nice juicy fic. Perfectly paced, with gorgeous moments and secrets and pining and the slow-build never veers into the tedious. The characterisation is spot on, the way the Hale and McCall pack are shown to interact is just so lovely. This is another of my faves, it’s perfect if you want something a little longer, and the art is the perfect accompaniment. Also note – the pics of Stiles that really stuck in Derek’s mind aren’t the sexy ones…its the big jumper and the pack of humans and weres that really caught his imagination. Derek you big domestic softy, don’t think we don’t see you.
In which Derek has been invited to the Greater Pacific Northwest Alpha Symposium (that’s not what it’s called, Stiles, stop saying that), and showing up unattached would mean an arranged marriage. When the rest of the pack objects, he agrees to let Stiles come along to pose as his mate. Derek is reasonably sure that he’s not going to make it out of this weekend alive.
OKAY so this one is the longest of the bunch, and is one of my fave fics ever so…please just read it. There’s pining, and alpha werewolf conventions, and networking, and forced bed sharing (that is a thing for me okay) and scenting, and safe words. Just. It has everything I want in a fic and I think you’ll all love it okay? I am stopping myself here otherwise I’ll write too many words about how good it is. Just. Do. It (Insert Shia LaBeouf impression here)
That’s all for now my lovelies – I hope you enjoy reading these as much as I have! Don’t forget my ask is always open to suggestions or recs!
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