t, ~4k, inspired by the premise of a piece of the world
The
origins of Per Manibus Ad Astra are a
mystery. All that’s known is that the artist, James Kirk of Starfleet acclaim,
painted his masterpiece during his retirement before squirreling it away, never
to be seen again until after his death. The subject has long been assumed to be
his former chief medical officer, Leonard McCoy, who served with Kirk aboard
the Enterprise. The two were close
friends from their time at the Academy until their deaths. Following a divorce
early in his life, McCoy was a confirmed bachelor, one who replaced romance
with work- his contributions to medicine are, to this day, vital to our
understanding of many extraterrestrial illnesses. It’s no wonder his longtime
friend and serial womanizer took him in. Kirk always had a soft spot for his
less popular friend, and the two moved in together following their retirement
from Starfleet. Speculation ran rampant at the time, but the friends neither
embraced nor denied the rumors…
Here’s my latest entry for @sterek-bingo! I’ve never tried writing a soulmate AU before, so this was a ton of fun. Enjoy!
This story was written for the Soulmates square on my BINGO card. (AO3 link here).
Yeah, Pass The Salt, Stiles
Stiles has always maintained that
if Scott weren’t quite so slow on the uptake, they could totally be soulmates.
When they were kids, this thought
depressed him; now, he has to admit, he’s more relieved than anything else. He
loves Scotty to pieces, but jeez, does Allison have to put up with a lot.
Besides, although platonic soulmates do exist, very occasionally, Stiles is a
romantic at heart, and he definitely, definitely doesn’t see Scott that way.
It happened when they were four
years old, and they met at the playgroup both their moms sent them to. They’d
been doing that thing kids do when they play alongside each other but not
actually together, and as a consequence they’d spent the entire morning
together without actually talking. That was enough for Stiles to decide that he
wanted Scott as his soulmate.
Summary: Laura hid Derek’s scarf. It’s snowing. Hogwarts has never seen such an angry Hufflepuff walk through it’s corridors.
Derek was going to kill Laura.
She knows how much he hates the cold and yet she decides to be the biggest jerk to ever live and hide his scarf when she knew it was going to snow the next day.
So, yeah, it’s no wonder that Derek feels more pissed off than usual which seems to have scared the hell out of some first years in his house this morning when he woke up.
Derek still doesn’t understand why people are so shocked when they realize he’s a Hufflepuff, it’s not like being cheerful and happy all the time is a requirement to get sorted into Hufflepuff, just because he’s not smiling 24/7 doesn’t mean he’s any less of a Hufflepuff.
i had the weirdest dream so obviously i had to write a fic about it
–
They met
at the park. It could have been a meet-cute, except Derek doesn’t do
cute so it ended up just being weird.
Derek
was taking Nora for a walk like he always does when she decided it
would be a good idea to chase a squirrel and practically dragged him
around, only stopping when another dog got in her way – probably
chasing the squirrel too – and they started growling at each other.
“Hey,
man. Control your dog, I’m not ready to be a grandpa!”
“My
dog is a female.” Derek said, tried not to stare at the other guy’s
hands as he struggled to hold his dog back.
“Well,”
the other guy said, “how can you know under all – that.”
He gestured towards Nora.
“She’s
an Alaskan malamute.” Derek took a step back, dragging Nora away
from asshole-guy and his dalmatian. “Much better than a dog that
you don’t know if it’s white or black.”
The
other guy stopped, looked between Derek and his dog. “How dare
you.” He narrowed his eyes. “Leia is beautiful.”
“Leia?”
Derek asked, smirking. “What happened to creativity these days?”
“I’ll
show you creativity.” The guy growled, much like Nora was doing,
then took Derek’s hand, dragged him towards a bench and started to
list all the reasons he named his dog after Princess Leia.
Nora
and Leia ended up getting along fabulously, and as fate would have
it, so did their owners.
–
“Unfair.”
Stiles mumbles, watching as Derek heads to the bathroom. “I’m
supposed to be going to work. Stop teasing me.”
Derek
smirks over his shoulder. “Are you sure? I was going to ask you to
join me in the shower.”
“Gah.”
Stiles says as his dick responds to Derek’s smile. “I hate you.”
Derek
laughs. “I know.” He walks into the shower, moans purposefully
loud when the hot water hits his body. Stiles yells at him to shut up
and seconds later he’s joining Derek under the spray.
“You’re
gonna kill me.” He leans in for a kiss, nips at Derek’s bottom lip
as he runs his hands over Derek’s wet chest. “Fuck,” he moans
when Derek presses him against the wall, rubs their dicks together,
“you’re awful.”
Derek
bites softly at Stiles’ pulse point, enjoys the moan it elicits from
him. He’s always talking, moaning, yelling,
seriously, Derek is the one who’s going to die here.
It’s
been two months and they aren’t even close to getting tired from each
other. It’s still hot, fun and – even more – exciting. Sometimes, in between fixing a
car or two, Derek checks his phone, sends messages to Stiles, some of
them explicit others just telling him about his day, the awful
clients that destroy their cars and ask Derek to perform miracles.
Other times, it’s Stiles that calls him, rambles about his dad and
Leia, about his friends and what he ate that morning.
They
haven’t talked about what they are – if they are something – but
Stiles doesn’t seem in a hurry, so Derek isn’t going to force him, as
much as he wants to.
Really, Derek’s got it so bad even his boss noticed and he’s seventy.
| Complete | 746 words | T | Tumblr fic | Magical Stiles Stilinski | Magical Cloning |
Once the smoke cleared in Scott’s room, Stiles just stood there. He felt a little sick. “Uh-oh,” he muttered, staring in disbelief at the sight in front of him.
| Complete | 83,974 words | E | Human AU | Baseball AU | Friends to Lovers | Baseball Player Derek Hale | Coming Out |
Derek is on the cusp of his second season with the LA Dodgers, and as the reigning runner-up Rookie of the Year, the pressure’s on him to become the team’s star pitcher and lead them to the playoffs for the first time in five years. He’s trying to deal with the burden of expectations and really has zero desire to spend any extra time or energy on anything that isn’t baseball.
| Complete | 203,777 words | M | Slow Build | College AU | Human AU | Professor Derek Hale |
“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.
| Complete | 861 words | T | Tumblr fic | Human AU | Stiles/OMC | Meet Ugly |
Sometimes Stiles’ new boyfriend can be fairly awesome, like when they stay up until three a.m. together playing video games and making out, or like that time… like… Well, pretty much all the examples Stiles can think of right now are sex things, but. But Jake’s a nice guy, kind of. He’s hot. He’s so hot Stiles still can’t believe he wants to date Stiles, and there are times when he can be a lot of fun.
Then there are the times (like today) that have Stiles questioning all his life choices, especially this one.
| Complete | 734 words | G | Tumblr fic | Coffee Shop AU | Barista Stiles Stilinski | Humor |
a thought:
Derek loses a bet with Erica, and so the next time he goes to Starbucks he has to order “one coffee, as black as my soul” with a completely straight face. 3 minutes later the barista hands him a giant latte with extra whipped cream and a marshmallow on top, with a completely straight face.
Whenever he’d thought about it (and let’s face it, he’d thought about it a lot), Stiles had always imagined that his first time with Derek would be something kind of, well, romantic. Sexy, hell yes, but romantic. He’d expected lingering kisses and tender caresses. He’d expected mutual undressing and a lot of staring (mostly on his part) at each other’s naked bodies. He’d expected (when he’d let himself really got lost in it, because hey, fantasy here) declarations of love, or at least of strong like. He’d expected a bed, at the very least.
He hadn’t expected to end up against a wall with Derek sucking on his neck while simultaneously unbuckling his jeans. Not that he’d minded; hell, he’d been the one to tear (literally tear, he’s pretty sure he’ll get a look about it later) Derek’s shirt off while trying to get him naked as fast as humanly possible. He’d also been the one to break the clinch long enough to grab the condom and lube he’d been keeping on him for just such a purpose and push them both into Derek’s hand. Derek had paused, blinking those fucking gorgeous eyes at him, and whispered, “Now? Here?”
Come to think of it, he’d also been the one to push Derek back against the wall and pant, “Yes, here.”
Okay, so maybe it’s not all Derek. But in Stiles’s defense, he’s barely eighteen (and legal now, thanks) and Derek is fucking hot, and also started it by undoing Stiles’s damn jeans in the first place. So really, they’re both to blame here. But damn if it doesn’t matter, not when Derek’s mouthing at the back of his neck and rubbing his erection against the curve of Stiles’s ass. Stiles can barely stay on his feet, he’s so turned on, but the bed is a good ten feet away (way too fucking far) and there’s no way in hell he’s moving from this spot, especially not when Derek breathes out his name and slides two well-lubed fingers inside of him.
At first, Stiles thinks he’s entered the wrong apartment. What he sees has caught him so off-guard, has so thoroughly stunned him, that it takes a few moments of slack-jawed staring before he remembers that that’s impossible – Derek owns the whole building, and he’s the only one who lives in it.
So yes, he’s in Derek’s loft, and that is most definitely Derek, sitting on the floor at the foot of his bed, naked and smoking a joint, head thrown back, totally blissed-out.
Through the hazy smoke, Stiles can see there’s a light sheen of sweat across his skin, like he’s recently been exerting himself. Unbidden, his eyes track the glow down Derek’s neck and across his sculpted shoulders, down to the thick thatch of dark hair on his chest, and further down still, to his rippling abs–
Oh.
Stiles’ cheeks start to flame.
Derek’s stomach is strewn with come, thick white streaks across his chiseled abs and a puddle above his bellybutton.
So @gryffindorkwinchester and @endgame-sterek were talking about protester!Derek trying to save the wolves, and my little
biologist heart couldn’t resist, so I wrote a little something. I have no idea
how local government works, so just pretend with me, please. While we’re at it,
let’s also pretend wolves still live in northern California.
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