#derek has the softest hands because werewolf

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If you wanna write a ficlet based on the tags you put about Derek not being good at receiving compliments so stiles compliments him always I can guarantee you that I will 100% read it and reblog it and comment about how much I love it :D

Well how can I resist that??

The first time it happened, Stiles didn't think anything of it. Standing over the smoldering remains of the creature that just tried to kill them, he said “nice job”, gave Derek a friendly slap on the back, and suggested they go out for celebratory we didn't die today milkshakes. He was pleasantly surprised when Derek both agreed and paid, and he dipped fries in both to see if they went better with his strawberry or Derek’s chocolate.

(The answer was chocolate, and Derek didn’t even get mad when three of Stiles’ fries were lost in his shake.)

The second time, he was marveling at the obscure text Derek managed to track down and said, “dude, you are literally the best, I'm buying you pizza!” And shockingly, Derek let him, and even told him what toppings he wanted. That might not seem like much in the grand scheme of things, but Stiles had spent years watching in silent judgment as Derek picked off half the toppings from the pizzas he ordered for the pack, as if he couldn't get another for himself that he actually liked.

Stiles told him he liked the way he rearranged the loft, and Derek sat through the entire extended edition of The Fellowship of the Ring on his new flat screen.

When he mentioned liking the fancy pasta dish Derek made and asked for a lesson to make it, Derek agreed. He showered compliments on Derek's meticulous overhaul of the bestiary and Derek let him borrow three books.

Derek never let anyone borrow his books, they never left the loft.

These events were all spread out enough that it took a while to click, but when it did, it was both a revelation and incredibly depressing: Derek had no idea what to do with even the most casual of compliments.

Sarcasm was no issue, Stiles knew that much—he'd personally thrown out enough nice martyr complex, jackass and the like to figure that out—but anything that was even remotely sincere?

He started paying attention after that, to the way Derek would stiffen and his eyes would widen a bit before his face closed off again. He would go quiet, maybe nod, and quickly agree to pretty much anything just to get the focus back off himself.

Because Derek was actually embarrassed by compliments.

This wasn't some theory Stiles pulled out of his ass, he had done a number of experiments.

He started small, continued with the offhanded, nice job and good alpha speech, working his way up to, your hair is styled to perfection and this is the softest blanket I’ve ever felt, good choice. For his efforts, he got the last doughnut, chose the restaurant for pack dinner three times in a row, and for some reason he now owned one of Derek’s sweaters. He still wasn’t sure exactly why, but it was too soft to give back so he wasn’t going to mention it.

He ran into a pack meeting half an hour late, but one wink and that blue looks good on you, and Derek's glare evaporated and he wouldn’t meet his eye for fifteen minutes.

He casually mentioned that Derek had the best facial hair in town and got the couch to himself.

Stiles called his eyes pretty and got to drive the Camaro.

It was a good thing no one else seemed to have caught on, because this was a weakness that could easily be exploited by someone with ulterior motives—probably had been in the past by a certain Argent. And as fun as it was to get him riled up with nice words, they couldn't exactly have an alpha who could be swayed in a negotiation anytime someone complimented his throw pillows, so obviously, Stiles had the remedy this.

With excessive compliments.

All the time.

Good job on this plan, Derek.

Whoa, you built that? It looks professional!

Did you make this, 'cause this is the best muffin I've ever tasted.

You beard looks especially regal today.

He let him have it with both barrels. Anytime he saw him for more than ten minutes, Derek left that interaction thoroughly complimented and thoroughly flustered...and it was thoroughly adorable.

Up until the moment he told Derek he had excellent posture and the tips of his ears turned pink, Stiles thought he knew what adorable meant—sleeping kittens, dogs reuniting with soldiers, Scott when he spilled drinks on himself, that kind of stuff.

But no. Adorable was Derek ducking his head while his ears practically glowed in the dark, and Stiles was quickly becoming addicted to the sight. He wanted to see that tiniest hint of a smile as often as he possibly could, wanted to see Derek eat pizza he actually liked, he wanted to feel the flutter in his stomach when Derek’s eyes briefly met his for the second before he quickly looked away.

(He also wanted to never acknowledge that his longstanding lust-crush was quickly descending into something much deeper and more concerning and harder to ignore.)

It became a habit; he noticed something good about Derek, he mentioned it, and reveled in the way the alpha’s ears burned. It maybe even became a little too easy to let compliments slip out, often at inappropriate times, mid-sentence, when Derek could do nothing but glare halfheartedly while trying to refocus on pack business.

It was almost second nature to toss out a quick did you change moisturizers, because your skin is glowing, or your pronunciation of archaic Latin is unreasonably attractive, and while Derek would glare and roll his eyes and his ears turned pink, he never once told him to stop. He never said thank you or acknowledged them in any way, but he never seemed to dislike them.

At least until he did acknowledge them with the worst timing ever.

Which was just so Derek.

“Hang on, I’ve got you,” Derek was saying, hovering over Stiles where he’d just been thrown by an honest-to-god manticore. That was a new one in Stiles’ life, as was blinking up at Derek looking honest to god terrified and trying to hide it behind his usual worried eyebrows. They were really nice eyebrows.

“You have really nice eyebrows,” Stiles slurred up at him.

“Now really isn’t the time for this,” Derek ground out, hunching over him to protect him from something big swooping down on them. He was always protecting Stiles. He even jumped in to catch him mid-throw and cushioned most of his fall.

“Always the time for this,” Stiles argued hazily, because of course he did. “That was a good job, good save. I’mma take you out for pasta.”

And Derek said okay to their first official-unofficial-depending-on-who-you-ask date.

And then the floodgates opened, because once Stiles started peeling back the last few prickly defensive layers of Derek Hale, every little thing he uncovered was his new favorite thing about him.

I love the way you burn your toast.

It's really adorable how crazy obsessive you are about organizing your bookshelves.

You literally have the softest hands in the world.

You make me so happy.

And if I could write smut this is where there would be a very emotional and tender praise kink sex scene full of love and Stiles whispering a slew of compliments into Derek's throat.

And you know Derek never asked him to stop or got angry because he could hear that Stiles’ heartbeat was honest and steady and that he actually meant all of his weird compliments.

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PLEASE, CALL ME REMUS| R.L.

Pairing: Remus x fem!Reader, Remus x Student,  Teen Wolf x Hogwarts

Word count: 2466 words

Warning: student teacher relationship sort of (reader is of age, Remus is leaving Hogwarts)

Summary: When news gets out of Remus leaving Hogwarts, the reader pays him a visit in his office before he goes, revealing that she has feelings for him and asking if he feels the same.

I steal a quick glance to the other side of the hall, seeing Harry standing up slowly, cursing under his breath as he looks at me. I smile at him, mouthing an apology before turning to the already open classroom door, slipping passed the chairs and drifting up the stairs where I release a soft breath when looking up to see him packing his office into boxes.

"Professor?" I question almost inaudible, the determination I had to come here slipping away into nerves from the pure idea of his presence. He halts his actions for a sweet second, the softest whisper of a smile tugging at his lips when he notices me.

"Y/n..." He whispers, shaking his head lightly before looking up at me. "I expected you to come see me eventually." I smile, placing my hand on the doorframe as I lean into it.

"I accidently pushed Harry Potter down in order to beat him here, " He smiles, eyes meeting mine as my lips mimic his. "If he does end up saving the world, he may just let me burn." I add, with a shrug which earns a soft laugh from him as he pulls his hair from his face, my heart sinking at the clear view of his new scars.

"Come in," He tells me, gesturing towards the door. "Close it behind you." He adds and I blush lightly as I step into his office, hands lingering on the doorknob.

"You're leaving." I say, still facing the door as I take advantage of the opportunity to get a grip on myself. He breathes out softly.

"I am," He replies, faltering as I turn around to face him. "It's not a decision that I took lightly in making," He offers as a sense of reasoning and I smile sadly, eyes avoiding his as I rake them over the piles of books on his desk. "Believe me, dear Y/n, if there was another option, I would take it gladly." He adds, leaning back against his bookshelf, hands moving to his pockets.

"I know," I say, taking a small step forward towards his desk, mindlessly taking a book into my hands, skimming over the title as I feel his eyes on me. "I'll miss you," I say and move my fingers over the golden writing. "It was rather comforting having someone around just like me." He nods.

"Indeed," He takes a step forward as well, gently taking the book from my hands. "Though I'd be honest, Y/n, you are the furthest from being like me than anyone I'd yet to meet," He raises a brow when I meet his gaze. "You are far too good and far too kind to be identifying with the remainder of the lycanthrope species." I smile, wanting to drop my hand until he carefully takes it into his.

"I have to ask," I begin, attention jumping to the soft motion of his thumb moving against mine. "The feelings that I have for you, Professor," He sighs deeply as the word leaves my lips and I smile in reply. "Were they misplaced?" I question and I feel my cheeks tinting rose as I await his response.

"Never," He whispers almost urgently, eyes filling with guilt as he takes yet another step towards me. "Respectfully, miss Y/n, I'd have to confess that there was not a second of the day which you were not dwelling in my thoughts." He smiles, a blush of his own meeting his cheeks. I nod, tightening my fingers around his to savor his touch.

"Respectfully, Professor Lupin, I'd have to confess the very same," We smile, a second of silence as I desperately take his features and presence in for one last time and I hope his silence is due to him doing the same, because I put up no effort to hide my eyes traveling from feature to feature, pausing for a second as if I am making a mental note of all my favorite parts. "Will I ever see you again?" I question carefully, knowing the answer already, but hoping for the opposite anyway.

"I am not sure we will." He answers carefully, eyes falling, and shoulders slumping, and I prepare to remove my hand from his. I nod, ripping my eyes away from him when I hear footsteps stilling in front of the door.

"Bloody seventh years doing as they please. I ought to report her to Dumbledore, is what I should do." Harry's voice drifts into the silent office and I fill with disappointment knowing our time is up.

Professor Lupin smiles sadly, lifting my hand to his lips where he places a whisper of a kiss against my knuckles, his breath tickling my skin as he pulls away.

"I will miss you, Y/n," He tells me softly, knowing that Harry may hear from outside the door. "It was an absolute pleasure getting to know you." I release a shaky breath, eyes burning slightly as I bite back tears.

"Will you be okay?" I ask, allowing myself to steal a glance at his scars. "Will you be safe on your own?" I add and his entire face smiles as he looks at me.

"I have been struggling with my disease for longer than I can remember," He tells me. "I have been worse, and I'll be worse still, but me and my troubles are not your burden. I never hoped to be."

"You weren't," I say too quickly and he nods, releasing my hand to fall to my side. "If you ever find yourselves in the chaotic town of Beacon Hills, promise me you'll come see me." I plea, paying no mind to the desperation slipping from my tongue.

"I promise." He tells me as a knock sounds at the door.

"Professor?" Harry asks loudly. "Are you still in there?" I shake my head as I step away.

"Goodbye, Professor Lupin." I say and he shakes his head with a sad smile.

"Remus," He says and places the book from earlier down onto the table. "Please, call me Remus." He says and I nod.

"Goodbye Remus." I say and turn away, no longer able to control the urge to cry. I open the door quickly, Harry stepping aside when he sees me. Despite myself, I look back at Professor Lupin one more time, seeing him inch closer when he sees my tears and I shake my head, ignoring Harry's confusion as I walk away from the office and the man who somehow captured my heart, before I could break down completely.

The rest of the year passed in a blur. I remained as far from the chaos and trouble as I could, passing Professor Lupin's class a few times a day and watching as someone new interacted inside it. I could never quite explain what I felt for him. I would have called it a simple crush at first, but then again crushes very rarely share that feeling. I would have jotted in down as a case of lust, me being lonely and him being both kind and autoreactive. But all and all I decided to leave my feelings unclarified. I cared quite a lot for Remus Lupin, and I believe he cared for me as well. In different circumstances we may have had a chance for more, but I made morbid peace with the horrible fate that Hogwarts sealed for us.

"I think you're being dramatic." Stiles tells me, reaching over me to grab a fry from the plate.

"I'm not," I say taking a sip from my milkshake. "I have not known a single moment of peace since Derek Hale came into my life." I explain loudly, Derek laughing lightly from the other side of the booth and Scott simply nods. Lydia shakes her head at Stiles who steals a sip of her soda float.

"To be fair, you're still a witch, it's not like you'd be completely trouble free without Derek as your alpha." Malia says and she frowns when Scott wipes a napkin over her lip to remove some ketchup.

"Fair point," I say and lean forward. "However, I think my time at Hogwarts would've been much more enjoyable had I not been forced to tie myself up with chains in the shrieking shack every full moon." I add with a smile, laughs and nods filling the table and I sit back against the booth. Watching as they change the topic, laughing and smiling still.

But I cannot help but feel silly, the second I said it, Remus slipped into my mind. The memory of us running into each other on the first full moon he was at Hogwarts, him helping me with my chains before undergoing his own change, a protection spell keeping me hidden from his rage. I remember cleaning his wounds for the first time, checking for deep cuts and breaks. I remember the utter confusion on his face when I took some of his pain. I remember the small smile he gave me when I entered his class the next day to give him a message from Professor Snape. I remember every single smile he ever gave me; they were both rare and abundant, the real task was deciphering which were real and which were for show. I remember realizing that most of the real ones were aimed at me.

"So, I have a Hogwarts question." Stiles announces, his arm hitting mine as he turns towards me. I roll my eyes as I look up from the fries I was loosely staring at.

"You always do." I say and everyone laughs. Stiles scrunches his nose at me before leaning forward.

"How come you remained a witch after Derek bit you?" He says and Lydia nods.

"I don't know," I say with a shrug, knowing how often the question had bothered me in the past as well. "I had a friend who tried to explain it to me," I say, hoping that the table full of werewolves do not pick up on the change in my chemo signals. "He said that werewolves were basically like hybrids, half human and half wolf and seeing as I'm a witch, I'm simply half witch and half wolf."

"So, there are werewolves at Hogwarts too?" Malia asks and I nod.

"They're different though." I say and everyone looks at me for an explanation. "They can't control it like we do." I explain and fiddle with my fingers. "It's like the werewolf in them is a whole different soul without any empathy, without any concept of decency." I explain further, Stiles mocking a shiver next to me.

"It sounds awful." Lydia says and I nod, not meeting her gaze.

"It is." I say softly, Remus filling my mind again.

"Seems like you learnt a lot from your friend though." Scott notes and I nod with a smile.

"He was quite the teacher." I say and they smile in return. Derek glances at his watch and then frowns.

"It's late," He announces and takes the last sip of his soda. "We should get going, the rest of you bunch are graduating tomorrow." He explains and everyone agrees, slipping their cash onto the table as we all cover the cost and the tip.

"Are you coming?" Lydia asks and I shake my head.

"I'm going to grab another milkshake," I say and she raises a brow. "I'm good Lyds, I'll see you guys tomorrow," I smile. "Big day." I add and she nods.

"I'll be the one with the gown and the cap." She notes, leaning down to give me a quick hug before rushing to the exit where Stiles is holding the door open for her. I look out the window as I watch them all get into their cars, riding off a few minutes later into different directions. I let out a sigh.

I hate being alone, when I'm alone I always end up thinking of him.

"Butterbeer." The waiter says as he places the pitcher down in front of me. I frown.

"I'm sorry what?" I ask, looking between him and the table. There are only a few places on earth that serve butterbeer and Beacon Hills diner is not one of them.

"Butterbeer," The waiter repeats. "A guy brought it to the kitchen, said it's a inside joke or something." He explains and I sit up straight.

"What guy?" I ask as I look around the diner, the waiter joining me in the search.

"Man, he was here a second ago." He explains as my eyes catch the back of someone's head just as the diner door closes. It could not be. It could not possibly be.

"Excuse me." I say in a rush as I run to the exit, slipping my change into my pocket as I do.

The cold hits me like a wave of needles as I step into the street, the few cars scattered around me, belonging to regulars and workers and I let out a deflated sigh.

"I'm right here, miss Y/n," His voice informs me, and a shiver slowly vibrates through my entire body as I turn around to see him. His eyes almost twinkling in the shadow of the streetlight as he smiles at me from where he leans against my car. His smile grows as I stare at him blankly, my mind barely comprehending the fact that he is here, let alone here for me. He walks towards me carefully, as if he is scared to spook me. "I'm right here." He repeats, softer this time as he stills in front of me.

"Professor..." I whisper, more to myself than him as I rake my eyes over every feature of his face, checking my mental notes with the ones I made months ago when he left. He nods, gently slipping his hand into mine, lifting it to his lips like how he did in his office that day.

"Please..." He begins, lips brushing over the skin of my knuckles. "Call me Remus," I smile, a blush creeping onto my cheeks as I senselessly move towards him, brining my hand over his scarred cheek as I almost desperately connect my lips with his own. The action prompts the most intoxicating smile from him before he returns the gesture, hands respectfully moving to my waist before he nimbly pulls away. He shakes his head as we remain close, eyes copying the actions of my own a few minutes ago. "You are remarkable, Y/n." He tells me breathless, and I smile, moving my hands to the collar of his coat.

"So are you, Remus." I say and his eyes darken the slightest bit as his name slips from my lips.

"Bloody hell." He whispers, nodding to himself and looking to the side before gently forcing me into his embrace, my face nestling into his chest as his cologne consumes me.

Hi there, more of my work can be found on Wattpad under @mjoubertt. Mxx.

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I hope you are all well!!!! 🥰  I skipped out of work and instead attempted to organize deleted fics. Ughh. 🤦🏻‍♀️   Anyways! Happy Friday!!! 

Both your hands in the holes of my sweater by dearericbittle (dutchmoxie) | 2.2K

Laura Hale is trying to murder him. How dare she give Derek the softest, most adorable sweater! When she knows that Stiles' weak bisexual heart can't handle that level of cute from the man he's most definitely in love with

"It has thumbholes."

Yeah, well thanks for that, Derek.

Set a Song for Me by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella) | 11.5K

“You did a favour for a stranger?” the sheriff asked, surprised. “You won’t even do a favour for me.”

“Your favours involve chocolate and salty snacks, damn straight I won’t do you any favours,” Stiles insisted, pointing an accusatory finger at his dad while leaning back against the counter, taking another large sip of coffee. “Some guy lost his phone and was calling it hoping someone would answer. That someone was me. He said he’d had some drinks and couldn’t come grab it right then, so we agreed to meet at the station this morning. I didn’t realize ‘this morning’ meant the ass crack of dawn.”

“It’s not the ass crack of dawn, that was at five thirty-seven, according to the weather app on my phone.”

Stiles let out a sarcastic laugh and flipped his dad off. The sheriff gave him a look, but he didn’t reprimand him, clearly able to tell Stiles was miserable.

why don't you come a little closer by starcanopus | 3.8K | Explicit

“Your roommate is fucking my roommate.”

Derek isn’t entirely sure what to expect when he answers the door, but it’s certainly not this.

Boyfriend Duty by DiscontentedWinter | 4.6K 

Stiles is coming home.

You're a stranger but there's something in your eyes by Marishna | 4.7K

“Derek,” Laura started patiently. “You’re out here on your own and we worry about you. Now you have someone to look out for you but we don’t even know his name! We weren’t sure if you were keeping secrets for a reason, if you were in trouble—“

“If you were lying,” Cora interjected with a pointed look that made Derek want to shrink in on himself.

He heard the toilet flush and the washroom door slam shut and he winced because this was it, it was all over. Not only would his sisters find out that he didn’t have a boyfriend but he was going to be totally humiliated in front of Stiles and he’d never hear the end of—

“Babe, you’re running out of soap in there,” Stiles announced as he breezed up to the counter casually. His gaze fell on Laura and Cora who were staring back at him in disbelief and he stopped short.

The mating rituals of the American werewolf by thedaughterofkings | 12.9K

When Stiles moves to Beacon Hills for his new job, he expects many things, but not to ask a wild wolf for directions. And that's just the first day.

the case of the criminal chaperones by hito | 3.9K

Stiles is Nancy Drew. Derek is only a little bit worried about this.

A Werewolf Walks Into A Bar by Pdxtrent | 1K

Derek offers to pretend to date Stiles to avoid an awkward encounter with his ex boy friend and the ex best friend he cheated on him with.

got a little crush on you by starcanopus | 9.5K

Ellen helped the very single Stiles Stilinski find a potential love match in a round of “Who’d You Rather?”

Bad Blood by DiscontentedWinter | 62.8K | Mature

Stiles Stilinski was taken from Beacon Hills when he was ten years old. Now, six years later, he’s a trained hunter, and he’s back to help the Argents finish the job they started.

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End Of June: Sterek Fanfic Recs’

Hello all! I am incredibly sorry that this rec list is late, Tumblr recently went through an update that I didn’t know about and was left staring angrily at a white screen where my dashboard was supposed to be. Anyways as an official apology I’ve added extra reading material to keep you entertained ;) x. 

(Fuck you they said) As they threw their threads from their wedding bed by dearericbittle (dutchmoxie) [9/9 - 96,199 - Mature]

First Son Stiles Stilinski just accidentally caused an international incident. And apparently the only way to save human-werewolf relations is to marry him off to Prince Derek of Triskele. Stiles is going to need all of his acting skills to make the marriage look real, because the Prince is kind of a fucking asshole.

The paint’s supposed to go where? by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella) [1/1 - 1,781 - Teen+]

“Okay,” Derek said, coming up beside him and holding out the can of blue paint. “Dip your palms in this.”

“Why?” Stiles asked, even as he stuck his right hand into the can and coated it in the blue substance. “Also, why are you making me move when it means you’re going to have to reposition me just right all over again?”

“Because I was only doing that to drive you crazy,” Derek insisted with a sassy smirk. Damn that sassy bastard! “We’re both going to be moving for this.”

“Okay,” Stiles said uncertainly, his left hand now coated in paint. “Why?”

Murder, He Wrote by mklutz [1/1 - 31,682 - Explicit]

And that was how Stiles accidentally became a New York Times bestselling author.

Both your hands in the holes of my sweater by dearericbittle (dutchmoxie) [1/1 - 2,223 - Teen+]

Laura Hale is trying to murder him. How dare she give Derek the softest, most adorable sweater! When she knows that Stiles' weak bisexual heart can't handle that level of cute from the man he's most definitely in love with. "It has thumbholes." Yeah, well thanks for that, Derek.

On my Way by Gia279 [1/1 - 17,955 - Not Rated]

Huge black paws smacked the window, followed by a fuzzy face smooshing up against it.

He scrambled over the gear shift, tipping into the passenger seat. Bear, he thought hysterically. It had to be a bear, a freaking bear.

A big pink tongue rolled out, lips pulling back as the creature panted.

And the Cold Pulls You Down by blacktofade [1/1 - 12,967 - Explicit]

“Do you believe in ghosts?” Stiles asks Derek one night after he’s settled into bed, listening to the sound of Derek brushing his teeth in the bathroom.

“Ghosts?” Derek asks, voice muffled by toothbrush and paste as he stands in the doorway to stare at Stiles.

Or, the one where Stiles is 99.9% sure their house is haunted and no one believes him.

Hot Dad Derek by Anzieizna [1/1 - 3,380 - General]

After a few more minutes of Michael’s story, Stiles was once again distracted by the sound of excited squealing. He looked over his date’s shoulder to see the kid slapping his spoon onto his meal, sending chunks of food flying into the air with laughter.

The dad - wow, what a jawline - hurried to stop him, reprimanding him as he held his hand gently. The kid looked about a second away from crying, his lip already quivering and his eyes misting over, and like a flip had been switched Hot Dad went from ‘angry parent’ to ‘caring father’ real quick.

Right now, watching this gorgeous guy wipe away at some food at the corner of his son’s mouth, Stiles imagined being part of that little family.

Then Michael clicked his fingers in front of his face.

-- OR: --

Stiles is on a bad date - like, a really, really bad date - but the cute baby being adorable behind the guy kind of makes up for it. Oh yeah, and the dad is hot as hell. That helps.

fly high by starcanopus [1/1 - 2,438 - General]

"And there goes Hale with the Quaffle - you know, he looks pretty good in uniform, the green really brings out his eyes - and oof, it's stolen by Mahealani. Good job, Danny-boy! Mahealani passes to Argent, who manages to dodge Little Hale’s Bludger - dodges Reyes - SCORES!” Stiles pumps his fist and hollers, “Take that, you slimy, scheming little s-”

He dodges Finstock’s lunge and holds the megaphone out of reach.

“Sorry Professor, got caught up in the moment.”

Kiss the Cook by idyll [1/1 - 5,004 - Teen+]

Derek's a professional chef, and Stiles is a blogger who butchers his recipes.

Hemingway Can Suck It by orphan_account [1/1 - 10,054 - Teen+]

“For those of you who just transferred into this class or simply decided that day one wasn’t important enough to attend, I’m Professor Hale. Welcome to English 346, The American Novel.”

Stiles is pretty sure his mouth is hanging open right now and that his eyes are wide with shock, because holy fuck, he thinks he knows why his students transferred. Hell, if he was still an undergrad, he probably would have transferred, too.

(Or: In which Stiles is a Biology professor and Derek thinks he's a student.)

The Importance of History and Math by WolfMadeFromAsh [1/1 - 7,615 - Not Rated]

Derek and Stiles are both seniors, a misunderstanding freshman year has Stiles' best friend hating Derek. Derek's being crushing on Stiles since freshman year, problem is he has issues getting himself to talk to him.

I want you (no, I mean your art) by ElisAttack [3/3 - 8,983 - Mature]

"Scott, remember that new encaustic painting I sold last week?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Derek Hale's fucking a twink beside it."

Or the one where Stiles is an artist whose artworks keep appearing in his favourite porn star's videos.

Sleeping Dogs by starsystems [6/6 - 42,370 - Mature]

Let sleeping dogs lie.

Prov. Do not instigate trouble. Leave something alone if it might cause trouble.

Derek Hale is asleep in Stiles's bed. And it just escalates from there.

Because of course it does.

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A list of all my potential ideas for fanfictions (All ideas subject to change!)

if you’re interested in any of them let me know which one, it’ll encourage me to write faster ;)

@theclassicvinyldragon perhaps you’d be interested in this? (promise not to start spamming you!)

Fic Idea Count: Steter – 8 / Sterek – 9 / Hannigram – 6

Including, but not limited to: ABO (all) 5+1 things (Sterek) Rewrites of season 1 (All) Rewrites of season 2 (Teen Wolf) Alpha Peter Alpha Derek Dark Will Graham Murder Husbands (Hannibal) Magical Stiles

1: Steter – The Sun, The Moon, And the Stars (18,300 words written)

Alternate Universe – Canon Divergence, Season/Series 2, Season/Series 3, Alpha!Peter, Magic!Stiles, Slow Burn, Alive Boyd and Erica, Scott McCall Is Not the Greatest, The Sheriff Finds Out, Everyone Is Competent

Peter wants to be an alpha again and Stiles is just the person to make it happen, if only Peter could convince Stiles he could do it without killing anyone. Well, killing anyone who didn’t deserve it…

2: Steter – (Untitled)

Smut, Morally Gray!Stiles, Season/Series 3

Incubus!Stiles accidentally on purpose kills the alpha pack.

3: Steter – (Untitled)

Alternate Universe – Canon Divergence, Magic!Stiles, Alpha!Peter, Morally Gray!Stiles, Murder, Light Angst, Slow Burn

Stiles wakes up from season 3 ice bath with knowledge of the future and convinces Peter it would be in his best interest to help Stiles protect Beacon Hills.

4: Steter – (Untitled) (Possibly ‘In Your Eyes’ because clichés)

Alternate Universe – Canon Divergence, Soulmate AU, Alpha!Peter, Season/Series 1

When you meet the eyes of your soulmate for the first time you exchange an eye with them. Stiles ends up with one brown eye and one blue eye that can turn red.

5: Steter – (Untitled)

Alternate Universe – Canon Divergence, Alpha!Peter, Magic!Stiles, Season/Series 2, Season/Series 3, Stiles Is An Asshole

For some reason Beacon Hills has two high schools. Stiles ends up at (what the hell the other one is called) and never meets Scott. Derek, in his grand quest to turn all the troubled kids in Beacon Hills into werewolves, meets Stiles and offers him the bite. Stiles doesn’t accept but that doesn’t mean he keeps his nose out of the supernatural madness.

6: Steter – (Untitled)

Alternate Universe – Canon Divergence, Season/Series 1, Alpha!Peter, Human Alpha!Stiles, Slow Burn

Season 1 season final AU. When Peter offers Stiles the bite on his wrist Stiles knows instantly what he means. He says he’ll accept if Peter can prove him means it.

7: Steter – (Untitled, Potentially I Understand You (Do You Understand Me, Too?))

Alternate Universe – Canon Divergence, Season/Series 1, Alpha!Peter, Werewolf!Stiles

The scene in the hospital when they first realize who the alpha is goes a little differently… (“I want understanding!” “I understand you.”)

8: Steter – (Untitled)

Alternate Universe – Canon Divergence, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Season/Series 1, Alpha!Peter, Omega!Stiles, Slow Burn, Courting Rituals

Season 1 Au were Peter doesn’t bite Scott because he can smell omega on him and doesn’t want to accidently bond with him.

When Peter realizes that Stiles is the omega he smelled he decides to court him in the old way. Stiles is very into it.

 9: Sterek – The Princess Struggle (1,500 word outline completely written)

Alternate Universe – Magical Realism, Pre-slash Alpha!Derek, Magic!Stiles, Princess Allison, Prince Derek, Wolf!Scott, Dragon!Jackson

Princess Allison of the Hunters is kidnapped, and Prince Derek of the Wolves is asked to rescue her.

Featuring Stiles the wizard, Scott the wolf familiar, Jackson the dragon, Lydia the damsel, and Isaac, Boyd, and Erica the faithful knights.

10: Sterek – (Untitled sequel to The Princess Struggle, potentially The Struggle Continues)

Alternate Universe – Magical Realism, Magic!Stiles, Alpha!Derek, Slow Burn

The Sheriff is missing and it’s up to Prince Derek, his trusted band of knights, and the court wizard (The Sheriff’s son) to find him.

11: Sterek – (Tentatively Titled) I Would Do Anything for Love, Including That

Alternate Universe – Canon Divergence, Dark!Stiles, Smut, Bottom!Derek, Top!Stiles, D/s, Season/series 4, Goodbye Kate Nobody Liked You Anyway, No Underage, Scott Is a Bad Friend, Derek Hale Is Good At Feelings, Stiles Stilinski Is Bad At Feelings, Slow Burn

Season 4 AU. Stiles always knew he was evil, Derek falling in love with him just confirmed it. (“You’ve got to trust somebody.” “I trust you, don’t I?”)

12: Sterek – (Untitled)

Time Travel AU, Age Difference, No Underage, Morally Gray!Stiles, Magic!Stiles, Murder, Alive!Hales, Angst, PTSD, Slow Burn

AU in which older, bearded, and broken Stiles ends up in the past, before Kate gets her hands on Derek.

Six-teen-year-old Derek is the sweetest softest cinnamon roll Stiles has ever met and Stiles will do absolutely everything in his power save Derek from the horrors of the world. And maybe in the process Derek can save the world of the horror Stiles has become.

13: Sterek – (Untitled)

Alternate Universe – Canon Divergence, Season/Series 2, Magic!Stiles, Alpha!Derek, Monster of the Week, Slow Burn

Season 2 AU in which Derek decides he needs a second opinion about giving Jackson the bite and goes to Stiles because of the ravens he’s seen nesting in the tree outside of Stiles bedroom. His family thought ravens were a sign of good luck and Stiles has already proven himself trustworthy, even if Derek won’t admit it out loud.

14: Sterek – (Untitled)

Kid!fic, Past Stiles/Lydia relationship, Deputy Derek, Future Fic, Slow Burn

After season 4 Derek moves back to Beacon Hills and ends up bonding with the Sheriff who encourages him to join the force. Meanwhile Stiles and Lydia decide that it would be best for their daughter to move her closer to her grandparents, so they can help look after her while Stiles works, and Lydia teaches at MIT.

15: Sterek – (Untitled, Potentially The Way to A Man’s Heart (Is through His Family))

5+1 things, Future Fic, Slow Burn

5 times Stiles freaked out over his father’s diet within Derek’s earshot and Derek silently helped him, and one time Stiles didn’t need his help, but asked for it anyway.

16: Sterek – (Untitled)

5+1 Things, Future Fic, Slow Burn, Derek Hale Deserves All the Nice Things

Five times Derek and Stiles gave each other presents just because and one time they had a reason for it.

17: Sterek – (Untitled)

Future Fic, Monster of the Week, Slow Burn

Derek and Stiles decide to help the supernatural population of Beacon Hills by becoming private detectives. Unfortunately, the supernaturals tend to take care of their own problems so Stiles and Derek usually just help little old ladies find missing cats. Usually…

 18: Hannigram – The Hallowed Kings (3,015 words so far)

Alternate Universe – Magical Realism, Morally Gray!Will, Hannibal is a Cannibal, The Ravenstag, Murder Husbands

He leaves his town to brave the horrors of the Dark Wood. He is alone but for his dogs, until he meets a strange and wonder creature he had never even imagined could exist.

19: Hannigram – (Untitled)

Dark!Will, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Season/Series 1, Murder Husbands, Hannibal is a Cannibal, Will Finds Out, Mpreg, Serial Killer!Will, Alpha!Hannibal, Omega!Will

Will gives in to his murderous urges long before he meets Hannibal. At the FBI he happily goes through the cold cases to find unsolved child murders.

20: Hannigram – (Untitled)

Alternate Universe – Canon Divergence, Wendigo!Hannibal, Hannibal is a Cannibal, Will Probably Isn’t Human, Season/Series 1, (Eventual) Murder Husbands

Hannibal has been looking from someone… special, to spend time with, he gets Will Graham instead. Neither could be happier.

21: Hannigram – (Untitled)

Alternate Universe – Canon Divergence, Alpha/beta/omega dynamics, Omega!Will, Alpha!Hannibal, Season/Series 1, Will Graham Doesn’t Need Anyone’s Help, Murder Husbands, Slow Burn

Will actually likes his heats. They clear his mind. He thinks the clearest during them. Hannibal had no idea and makes the mistake of underestimating Will. Queue Will refusing to let any alpha tell him what to do.

22: Hannigram – (Untitled, potentially Open Dialogue is Key)

Alternate Universe – Canon Divergence, Season/Series 1, Will Finds Out, (Eventual) Murder Husbands, Hannibal is Hannibal, Will Finds Out

Hannibal convinces Will to attend his dinner party in Sorbet. It goes better than they were both expecting.

23: Hannigram – (Untitled)

Alternate Universe – Canon Divergence, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega!Will, Alpha!Hannibal, Slow Burn, Courting Rituals, Dark!Will, Hannibal is a Cannibal, Will Finds Out, And is Into It, Murder Husbands

Courting has become almost synonymous with dating. Will Graham has been asked to be courted by several alphas in his life. He always asks the same question.

If he doesn’t like the answer the consequences are never pleasant. For the alpha…