Sterek AU - Hale Twins
Sterek AU - Hale Twins
Teen Wolf AU: [Part 1/2] The Academy Award winning actor Derek Hale and up and coming star Stiles Stilinski meet on set of a movie they’re shooting together, and fall in love. However, their managers and PR team advises them to keep their relationship a secret while promoting the movie; after all, Hollywood isn’t exactly known for supporting LGBTQ actors, and they fear having Derek and Stiles both coming out as bisexual will keep a lot of conservative people from seeing the film. Reporters have already begun questioning the nature of their relationship, mostly because Derek - not exactly known for his sunny demeanour or getting along with his co-stars - can’t keep himself from singing Stiles’ praises (and neither can Stiles).
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[I HOPE YOU FEEL BETTER SOON ANON! HAVE A FLUFFY WINTER FICLET JUST BECAUSE]
"I don’t get it, it’s my ankle that’s broken, why are you mad at me?” Stiles whined from where he was bundled up in the cabin in front of the fireplace.
"Because you were the one who was wanted to go to Mammoth in the first place for this whole big snowboarding trip, and—" okay, Derek doesn’t actually know how to say how much planning he put into this vacation, securing this cabin for their entire group of friends, making sure there were enough rooms, that everyone had the right gear, getting the timing right and the cars— it had been a huge headache, but Derek was looking forward to getting to ride the lifts with Stiles and snowboard with him down the mountain, maybe hopefully getting to hold his hand when he fell, helping him up, and just hanging out with him in general. But then Stiles had to trip over the front steps of the cabin on the very first day, breaking his ankle. And now there will be no cute lift rides together, no long extended period of potential romantic scenery for Derek and Stiles to fly over together, no snow fights, no possible first kiss in a snowbank.
"I’m just upset for your sake," Derek says awkwardly. "You’re not going to have any fun this whole week."
Stiles scoffs. “No way, I’m here in the mountains with all my friends, we’re gonna have board games and drinking and I’m still here hanging out with you guys. Plus, I’ve got my laptop, so you know, infinite quests on Skyrim to keep me entertained. And I haven’t even finished the Dark Brotherhood arc yet, so there’s that.”
"Hey, the shuttle’s here," Boyd says, poking head back in the cabin. "Derek?"
Stiles waves his hand at Derek in a “go on” gesture and Derek makes a quick decision. “I’m gonna stay,” Derek says. “You guys go ahead.”
Derek jerks his head towards Boyd, who just looks from him to Stiles and gives him a knowing nod, and then shuts the door. The sound of the shuttle’s engine fades away as it leaves the cabin and heads towards the main ski resort.
"What? No, I can’t believe you did that!" Stiles says incredulously. "You busted your ass looking for all those deals on the rentals and the lift tickets and everything you can’t just not snowboard on a snowboarding trip!”
"I don’t care about snowboarding," Derek admits.
"But… you planned this whole vacation," Stiles says, gaping at him.
"You like snowboarding."
"Oh." Stiles thinks for a moment. "Wait, you did all this for me?"
"Um, yeah, I—"
"Wow, you couldn’t have asked me out like a normal person?" Stiles says, grinning broadly at him. "You like me,” he says, and he holds his arms out from where he’s sitting, wiggling his fingers expectantly.
"What?" Derek’s brain is still trying to process this.
"I like you too, you know in the more-than-friends way, now get over here and hug me or kiss me or something, don’t make me hobble over there on one foot."
Derek steps forward into the hug, embracing Stiles tightly, still marveling at this turn of events.
"Just so you know, I might not be able to snowboard, but I can do plenty of other things,” Stiles says, waggling his eyebrows.
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Really they should have known. They should have known that trying to stop a demon witch obsessed with Glee would end badly.
They’ve been trying to track her down for three days now, and Stiles can’t take it anymore. He can’t okay. His voice is sore, and he definitely can’t get those high notes, and Lydia is tone deaf and can’t stop singing about math.
This has got to end. They’ve all sworn not to have any meaningful conversations until they find this witch and get her to reverse the spell, cause if they have an important discussion, it usually means it’s a song and dance number.
But see…. the problem with that is, before this spell happened, Stiles and Derek had… well they’d kind of sort of almost… kissed?
It was so close actually. It had obviously been building up for months now, and Stiles really likes him, and clearly Derek likes him back, he thinks? But they can’t discuss anything or else you know, singing, and most likely out of nowhere the pack would join them and they’d have to do a number in front of his dad, and just no.
Maybe if they ensured they were completely alone they could…
"So that’s it. You want me gone?" Stiles stood in front of Derek, A hand on the door. He wasn’t going to leave without a fight.
"I don’t have a choice. This is getting dangerous. I have to do this. For your sake."
"It doesn’t have to be this way."
"Yes it does."
I fully know this is dangerous
But I’ve never been too good at control
Derek: Send To Danny Mahealani
Stiles: Send To Danny Mahealani
Oh. Oh dear.
Derek leans forward as Stiles’ eyes flutter open, touches his hand carefully.
Stiles scrunches his face up, squints at him groggily, “Who’re you?”
"I’m Derek," he says hesitantly, reminding himself the doctor did say this could happen. It’s not long term. It’s not a terrible spell gone wrong. Derek will be remembered by the most important person in his life eventually. He swallows hard, tries not to panic. "I’m your husband."
Stiles’ eyes go wide, “You’re what— you’re my— you?”
Derek tamps down on the flash of hurt, “Yeah, I’m sor—”
"Holy bananas, how’d I— how’d I get you to marry me? You’re so beautiful.”
Derek laughs, “So’re you.”
"Yeah, but," Stiles points weakly at Derek’s mouth, "Look at’your teeth, oh my god, how do they even— s’cute. Am I— Are you sure?”
"Pretty sure," Derek promises, squeezes his hand, "There was a ceremony and everything."
"What?" Stiles sits up a little, blinks wildly, "Did we really— I mean— really?"
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When Stiles walks into court and sees the DA his client is up against, he almost lets out a groan.
Of course it’s Derek fucking Hale, the DA who’s got it in his head that everyone is guilty and deserves to be punished as harsh as they can instead of letting them go away with a fine or hours of community service. It’s like it’s his personal mission to ensure that no one dare commit a crime because they’ll have to answer to him (as opposed to you know the police, or their own conscience). The problem is, Derek probably actually believes it. Stiles isn’t sure what kind of guilt Derek feels he’s gotta repent for, but the dude could really use a spa day and a massage. Stiles would gladly offer too because the guy is hot, and those well-tailored suits he always wears have fueled plenty of late-night personal time sessions.
"Hello, Derek," Stiles says because even though he’s dreading facing him he can still be nice and civil.
"Stiles." He nods his head and undoes the button on his blazer before he sits down.
"So… whatdya say you take it easy on my client today? I really don’t think stealing cat food because he couldn’t afford it deserves prison time, do you?" There’s no one there yet, his client nor the judge, so he has a little bit of time. He sits on the desk in front of Derek, just his right butt cheek all casual like he’s just shutting the bull.
Derek looks down at Stiles’s knee propped up in front of him and back up to Stiles, an eyebrow raised. “You don’t, huh?”
"No, I don’t. So, come on, Derek. What do you say? If you let him off, gently, you could go home early, relax, get a massage." He leans in closer, even wiggles his eyebrows a little at Derek.
Stiles lifts a shoulder, leans forward, his palms resting on the desk in front of him for balance. “Maybe.”
Derek smirks. “Did you just try to bribe me to get your client off?”
Stiles backs up quickly, standing from the desk. “What? No! That’s not—”
He’s still spluttering, cheeks pink, when his client walks in. Derek smirks at him again before he goes back to his notes, and Stiles has to tend to his client.
The case closes with his client getting thirty hours of community service as penalty, and before Derek walks off for his next case, he leaves a note for Stiles that gives a time, an address, and the instructions to bring oil.
[I HOPE YOU FEEL BETTER SOON ANON HERE IS A FLUFFY COFFEESHOP AU]
Stiles knows all the regulars that frequent the coffeeshop, knows their names, their orders, their favorite place to sit, what screenplays and novels they’re working on, what kind of expressions when they get a cute text or when their laptops fritz out before they save their latest work.
His favorite client is Derek, who prefers the far back corner and is constantly broody and sullen, even when Stiles turns up the flirtatious smile and gives him extra whipped cream on his hot chocolate. Derek constantly rolls his eyes at Stiles’ jokes, but his eyes always soften a little fondly, and he tips him well and then proceeds to work in the back of the coffeeshop, hoarding the power outlet.
"He’s totally into you," Erica says one day while they’re restocking the beans in the back room.
"No way," Stiles says. "He would have called me by now, I put my number on the bottom of every one of his cups the first week he started coming here."
"Remember when you were sick? He came in like usual but just made a face," Erica says. "Got a scone and didn’t order anything else, said he only likes the way you make his hot chocolate."
Stiles tries not to preen a little at the flattery, but for reals, Derek just likes the way he mixes all the spices together for his super-secret-chocolate combo.