Ho shit I’m done (for the most part), this is part of a series after all
Summary: Demon!Stiles and Angel!Derek. Except Derek’s not so much an angel anymore, and Stiles…Stiles is a horrible demon.
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Part 2 (where it actually ties into part 1, as I’m not done part 1) of my demon!stiles series
Summary: Lydia apologizes, Jackson rejects, and Isaac is bad at being stoic.
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Summary: “I’ve never heard of a half-werewolf,” Derek shrugged. “Maybe, maybe not—whatever you want to think, I guess.”
“I’m a special snowflake. You have to call me Snowflake now, okay, Sourwolf?” He grinned as Derek covered his face and badly hid a snort.
Prompt: stiles and derek exchange so much body fluids that stiles gets increased senses. he panics, thinking that derek must have bitten him during sex and turned him into a werewolf, and derek has to explain to him that no, he just has some wolf cells in him that his body wouldn’t fight to expell. stiles is a half-werewolf now, without the wolfing out part, which he considers an advantage
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Summary: Demon!Stiles and Angel!Derek.
Except Derek’s not so much an angel anymore, and Stiles…Stiles isn’t a great demon.
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Words for this chapter: 2770I almost didn’t want to post this because I wrote smut and not that it’s my first time writing smut (bitch plz) it is for Sterek and yeah, awkward me
i fucking hate posting to the wrong blog /facepalm
When he says he likes intelligence, he doesn’t mean just in general intelligence. He’s talking knowledge of the occult, acknowledging and being able to adapt to change, being able to absorb knowledge and to be able to spout off facts on a whim and under duress, and being able to call him out on shit that he says, when he’s wrong?
That kind of intelligence…that kind of intelligence is fan-fucking-tastic.
So when a scrawny, spastic teenager comes along and he talks and talks, and then talks some more, he may be a bit infatuated.
“I could make so many jokes right now.”
“But you won’t.”
“Oh, I will, but they’ll be for when Scott and the rest of them get here.”
“No, they’ll be for after I kill you.”
“That makes no sense. God, Derek, if you’re going to threaten me to tell me to not mention your ineptitude at putting up a tent to the pack, then at least make sense.”
“…”
“I don’t even see how you’re bad at this. You’re a wolf. You live in the woods—how don’t you know how to put up a tent?”
“I never had to, okay?”
“Ah…right. Big, bad wolf only sleeps under the stars and stuff, riiiight.”
“Shut up, Stiles.”
Stiles threw his hands up, catching both Scott and Derek in their faces. He was a new man, after all, done with college and back in Beacon Hills, he felt like he could say what was burning on his mind for the last year.
“I hate you two.”
“What?” Scott looked genuinely hurt.
“I hate your guts, and your future pups’ guts,” he had stood up, his legs pulling him nearly across the room.
“I hate your stupid eyes, and your stupid hair, and I hate-.”
“Please tell me you’re not going to start quoting 10 Things I Hate About You,” Derek said with a sigh.
“No!” Stiles waved his arms. “I hate your damn, stupid, impressive bodies, but do you know why I hate you so much?” Scott was too busy staring at him with a kicked puppy look to answer. Derek looked to bored to care. “Is because why can’t I grow a damned beard like you two?” he didn’t miss Scott’s grin that broke across his face, but he ignored it. “Is it a weird werewolf thing? To be hairy naturally?”
“It could be because you’re a little bitch.”
Stiles whipped towards the door and scowled. “Shut up, Jackson.”
Jackson smirked to himself as he led the way into the house with Lydia following behind, busy on her phone.
Scott held his hand up. “Speak.” Stiles nodded his head to Scott.
Scott rolled his eyes. “Just so we’re clear—you were being sarcastic, right? You don’t actually hate us?”
“Of fucking course not,” Stiles snorted as he fell back onto the couch, legs stretching across Derek’s lap and rested his head against Scott’s legs. “If I were to actually hate you over anything, it’d be the abs.”
Except Derek isn’t so much an angel anymore, and Stiles—Stiles isn’t a great demon.
Summary: There will be war if the demons win. Stiles, demon extraordinaire, wants to help the good side. Derek, ex-angel-turned-werewolf-alpha, just wants his pack to live, but is being a righteous ass over Stiles’ nearly 20 year absence. There might be a lot bit of sexual tension stopping them from working together better.
I kind of like the first bit more than the actual summary…whoops brb changing it (I’M A HORRIBLE PERSON WHEN IT COMES TO SUMMARY MAKING, I’M SORRY)
It’s just a drabble omg sorry I just read your AU idea and yeah this=SBasically, Derek is an exec guy who likes to go to Stiles’ family owned salon, because he likes Stiles, and Stiles is an awesome stylist/hair washer. Confusion, ice cream, and allusions ahoy.
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Derek ran a hand over his hair and felt a smirk play on his lips. He needs another trim, he thinks. No use having unruly hair in his profession, after all. Pulling up his PA’s number, he texts her to tell her to schedule him an appointment at Salon Stilinski.
What’s this? I get some plot going? Wowwww didn’t see THAT coming!
Summary: There will be war if the demons win. Stiles, demon extraordinaire, wants to help the good side. Derek, ex-angel-turned-werewolf-alpha, just wants his pack to live, but is being a righteous ass over Stiles’ nearly 20 year absence. There might be a lot bit of sexual tension stopping them from working together better.
I’m sorry, I keep changing the summary…but then again, I’m just winging this, so the story keeps changing, as well, oh lord.
