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Strike Softly (Away From The Body) by qhuinn (tekla) for Artylicious94
Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)
10 Jan 2013
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Derek is a bodyguard and Stiles his spoiled, resistant client.
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Stiles leaves Beacon Hills at the end of Sophomore year. He's been abandoned by the pack, scarred by the hunters, and carries the equivalent of a volcano of magic inside him. Needless to say, his life sucks. But when Stiles comes back to Beacon Hills, over a year later and with a new persona, he isn't the same powerless human the pack remembers. And when demons threaten Beacon Hills, he proves to everyone that sarcasm isn't his only defence.
*Currently under Construction- I'm editing the earlier chapters bit by bit, though the overall content will not change. Thanks for checking out this story!*
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Stiles is home from Berkeley for the summer, but only because he promised the pack. He'd rather not see Derek, because whatever the thing was that they were doing, they're not doing it anymore, and it sucks.
Unfortunately, he doesn't have a choice. The betas tried a magical remedy for Derek's melancholy, and now Stiles has a three-year-old who looks like Derek. Stiles doesn't know how to deal with that, and he definitely doesn't know how to tell the betas he and Derek were secret fuck buddies for a year and a half.
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If being sexy was a crime, you’d be guilty as hell. by DropsOfAddiction
Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)
04 Feb 2020
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Derek tries and fails to shut his gaping mouth as Stiles arrives at his desk, heartbeat rabbiting a little faster than usual.
Stiles grabs a file out of his desk, muttering something about forgetting to mail it yesterday and needing to get it down to filing by Monday. Derek’s barely paying attention, unable to concentrate with the scent of him right under his nose.
He leans over Derek to grab an empty envelope from their shared stationary tray and Derek knows he’s absolutely fucked when he sees how his trousers are moulded to his perfect ass.
“So.... how do I look?” Stiles asks casually as he stands back up, as if his very presence hasn’t just given Derek a very sudden and uncomfortable boner.
He looks like he should be on the cover of GQ.
What Derek wants to say, what he really means to say, is that he looks fine. Quite nice, even.
What comes out of his mouth is so far from that, it’s almost ridiculous.
“You can’t go out looking like that!” Derek manages, sounding choked.
Stiles pales.