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“Dude, you’ve got to stop shipping lingerie to my house.”
(In which Derek is Scott’s seemingly picture-perfect cousin, moving back home to continue his education, and Stiles is WAY too horny for his own good.)
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“I can’t believe you’re the werewolf equivalent of a playboy bunny.” Stiles had laughed for a solid two hours straight when he first found out what the magazine was. That was only after the intial paranoia and shock at the fact that Isaac had been recruited by a werewolf photographer for a werewolf modeling gig. He stopped laughing when Isaac came home with the first check.
Isaac gets a gig at a werewolf porno mag in San Francisco. Stiles gets involved in... other ways. -
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The red hair of a banshee. The red eyes of an alpha. The red hoodie of a mage. The red of fire burning.
Derek Hale has been a prisoner to the hunters since they burned his family alive. But now someone has come to save him: skinny, defenseless Stiles--147 lbs of skin and fragile bones. Turns out, sarcasm isn't his only weapon.
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19 Jun 2024
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Stiles’ world crashes down around him when he learns his spark’s affinity, and he tries his best to keep it from affecting the people around him, especially Derek. As time passes, though, he finds himself lost and tired, but even worse is that Derek doesn't look better off despite his efforts—can they find their way back to each other?
A story of the best intentions gone awry, warmth in the darkness, and coming home. 🔥✨
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(Written for the SterekYrRound's April event!) -
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His father’s face suddenly turned serious again.
“He is twenty four though, son. I don’t care if his smile shits rainbows and his laugh births puppies. You are his employee. It would be bad to cross those lines during your first job. Or ever.”
Stiles’ face hit the table.
“I hate my life,” he moaned.
Scott laughed cheerfully. “Don’t worry sheriff! It sounds to me like the entire cinema staff feels the same. Stiles doesn’t stand a chance with Derek!”
“Scratch that,” Stiles mumbled into the wood. “I hate you two more.”
Or – Stiles starts working at the movie theater. His boss is Derek.