Four Teen Wolf fic I'm working on
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tsaikoTHE AUs ARE EATING MY BRAINS.
Teen Wolf/Ghosthunters fusion
Stiles picked up the two-way radio and pressed the button to speak. “The courthouse should be on the right guys. Parking is across the street. The fog is still bad even in town so keep your eyes open for it.”
Even with his warning, Derek drove right by it. Stiles had spotted the courthouse looming out of the fog and had slowed down. Even then he came close to swinging too wide to make the turn. He was about to get on the radio when the Camaro’s brake lights flashed bright red for a few seconds.
“Derek missed it,” Scott said. Stiles could hear the laughter in his voice. “Even after you said something too. Guess he’ll have to circle the block.”
Before Stiles could say anything in return, Jackson’s voice came over the radio. “Hey Derek, since you seem to be going out, do you think you can pick me up some fries from McDonald’s?”
Everyone in the car cracked up as Stiles pulled into the parking lot. Allison got on the radio asking for a diet coke. Isaac let Derek know he’d really love a cheeseburger. Danny said something about a vanilla milkshake. Derek got on the radio before there were any more suggestions.
“Smartasses. No McDonald’s. The production crew should already be there. I’m waiting for the light to turn before so I can loop back around. Lydia please see if they want to start shooting or are they going to need to wait for the fog to clear.”
Moonwitch (sci-Fi AU)
“Izik!” Stiles emphasized Isaac’s name oddly, and his pronunciation was slightly off. It was still recognizable as his name. Isaac smiled and took a seat across the table from Stiles. Derek grabbed a chair from the corner, put it at the table, and took a seat right next to him. The were hard and metal, designed for durability more than comfort.
Stiles heartbeat had evened out, and Derek couldn’t detect any trace of fear or anxiety. He looked over at Derek and smiled. It made the corners of his eyes crinkle up. Then Stiles said something that caused Isaac to give into muffled laughter.
“What did he say?” His voice held faintest hint of a growl and Isaac immediately sobered. Derek fought down his irritation. There was no reason for him to overreact. He’d just never realized just how annoying it was to know that people were talking about you when you couldn’t understand them.
“He called you... um... I think the best translation would be Sourwolf?” Isaac said. His voice was hesitant.
“Sourwolf,” Derek repeated.
“Sourwolf.” Stiles immediately latched onto the word. He said it a few times to himself as if memorizing it.
“No,” Derek said as soon as he realized that if Stiles called him that around the rest of the Alphapack he would never live it down. “Derek. Derek. Der-ek. Isaac please tell him my name and not to call me that.”
Five times Stiles and Derek met in an AU (1/5): The interview
“Mr. Stilinski.” Mr. Hale got up from his chair, reached across the desk, and offered his hand. Stiles blinked in surprise. Most people -with the exception of Scott and Allison - refused to touch him once they found out he was infected. He had put that down on his resume, right? Stiles didn’t even put together a resume without it on the off chance he’d accidentally send it out.
He glanced down at the resume on Mr. Hale’s desk. Yep. There is was. Second line from the top. Special status: Infected, 7 years. Seeing it there in black and white jarred Stiles out of his incoming panic and made him realize that he’d kept Mr. Hale’s hand hovering in the air way longer than was appropriate. Mr. Hale was giving him a look.
“Mr. Hale.” Stiles reached out quickly to grab Mr. Hale’s hand, realized he was carrying his messenger bag, and quickly fumbled it to his left hand. Mr. Hale raised an eyebrow at him. He tried to remember everything he’d heard about giving a confident, firm handshake, but of course as soon as he actually needed the information, it went right out his head.
After a few pumps, Stiles sat back in the chair. He was about to bring out a copy of his resume from the messenger bag, realized Mr. Hale already had one right there so getting another would be pointless, and instead just sat nervously back. Mr. Hale sat back down, leaned back in his chair, and went back to reading Stiles resume. Silence descended.
Had his hands been clammy? Stiles thought his hands might have been clammy. He wiped one along the knee of his borrowed suit. Mr. Hale continued to peruse his resume.
This was going well. Not.
Five times Stiles and Derek met in an AU (2/5): Hunter Stiles
The worst thing about supernatural beings was they never really worked around Stiles schedule. Right now, Stiles would like Derek Hale to walk along the trail that marked the easternmost edge of what use to be the old Hale territory and just happened to meander underneath the oak tree he was using as cover. That way Stiles could shoot him and get this night over with. Instead, he was still 15ft up the tree in the V of its branches trying to stay still and fidget enough to keep his butt from going numb.
Werewolves. Kind of inconsiderate like that.
He hated waiting. It was right behind getting hurt, and dealing with incubuses/sucubuses (Incubi? Succubi? Stiles had to resist the urge to pull out his phone and do an impromptu Wikipedia search) on his list of least favorite things about training to be a hunter.
Stiles’s leg jiggled, shaking the branch in a way that could not be passed off as the wind. He sighed, shifted, and let his leg hang down. That way instead of jiggling it, Stiles could just let it swing. He had a spell on him that would cause people and most supernatural creatures to not notice him. They’d still see him, smell him, and hear him: they just wouldn’t think his presence was strange or worth noting.
His mentor - Jane - called it his invisibility spell. Stiles had tried explaining again and again that it didn’t make him invisible. According to Deaton true invisibility was actually hard to achieve and even harder to maintain. J.K. Rowling had lied. It was much, much easier to just not be noticed.
I swear to you, I really am writing. It's the finishing part I'm having trouble with. Also, I have not edited or reread half this stuff, so I'm sure there are typos galore.
Teen Wolf/Ghosthunters fusion
Stiles picked up the two-way radio and pressed the button to speak. “The courthouse should be on the right guys. Parking is across the street. The fog is still bad even in town so keep your eyes open for it.”
Even with his warning, Derek drove right by it. Stiles had spotted the courthouse looming out of the fog and had slowed down. Even then he came close to swinging too wide to make the turn. He was about to get on the radio when the Camaro’s brake lights flashed bright red for a few seconds.
“Derek missed it,” Scott said. Stiles could hear the laughter in his voice. “Even after you said something too. Guess he’ll have to circle the block.”
Before Stiles could say anything in return, Jackson’s voice came over the radio. “Hey Derek, since you seem to be going out, do you think you can pick me up some fries from McDonald’s?”
Everyone in the car cracked up as Stiles pulled into the parking lot. Allison got on the radio asking for a diet coke. Isaac let Derek know he’d really love a cheeseburger. Danny said something about a vanilla milkshake. Derek got on the radio before there were any more suggestions.
“Smartasses. No McDonald’s. The production crew should already be there. I’m waiting for the light to turn before so I can loop back around. Lydia please see if they want to start shooting or are they going to need to wait for the fog to clear.”
Moonwitch (sci-Fi AU)
“Izik!” Stiles emphasized Isaac’s name oddly, and his pronunciation was slightly off. It was still recognizable as his name. Isaac smiled and took a seat across the table from Stiles. Derek grabbed a chair from the corner, put it at the table, and took a seat right next to him. The were hard and metal, designed for durability more than comfort.
Stiles heartbeat had evened out, and Derek couldn’t detect any trace of fear or anxiety. He looked over at Derek and smiled. It made the corners of his eyes crinkle up. Then Stiles said something that caused Isaac to give into muffled laughter.
“What did he say?” His voice held faintest hint of a growl and Isaac immediately sobered. Derek fought down his irritation. There was no reason for him to overreact. He’d just never realized just how annoying it was to know that people were talking about you when you couldn’t understand them.
“He called you... um... I think the best translation would be Sourwolf?” Isaac said. His voice was hesitant.
“Sourwolf,” Derek repeated.
“Sourwolf.” Stiles immediately latched onto the word. He said it a few times to himself as if memorizing it.
“No,” Derek said as soon as he realized that if Stiles called him that around the rest of the Alphapack he would never live it down. “Derek. Derek. Der-ek. Isaac please tell him my name and not to call me that.”
Five times Stiles and Derek met in an AU (1/5): The interview
“Mr. Stilinski.” Mr. Hale got up from his chair, reached across the desk, and offered his hand. Stiles blinked in surprise. Most people -with the exception of Scott and Allison - refused to touch him once they found out he was infected. He had put that down on his resume, right? Stiles didn’t even put together a resume without it on the off chance he’d accidentally send it out.
He glanced down at the resume on Mr. Hale’s desk. Yep. There is was. Second line from the top. Special status: Infected, 7 years. Seeing it there in black and white jarred Stiles out of his incoming panic and made him realize that he’d kept Mr. Hale’s hand hovering in the air way longer than was appropriate. Mr. Hale was giving him a look.
“Mr. Hale.” Stiles reached out quickly to grab Mr. Hale’s hand, realized he was carrying his messenger bag, and quickly fumbled it to his left hand. Mr. Hale raised an eyebrow at him. He tried to remember everything he’d heard about giving a confident, firm handshake, but of course as soon as he actually needed the information, it went right out his head.
After a few pumps, Stiles sat back in the chair. He was about to bring out a copy of his resume from the messenger bag, realized Mr. Hale already had one right there so getting another would be pointless, and instead just sat nervously back. Mr. Hale sat back down, leaned back in his chair, and went back to reading Stiles resume. Silence descended.
Had his hands been clammy? Stiles thought his hands might have been clammy. He wiped one along the knee of his borrowed suit. Mr. Hale continued to peruse his resume.
This was going well. Not.
Five times Stiles and Derek met in an AU (2/5): Hunter Stiles
The worst thing about supernatural beings was they never really worked around Stiles schedule. Right now, Stiles would like Derek Hale to walk along the trail that marked the easternmost edge of what use to be the old Hale territory and just happened to meander underneath the oak tree he was using as cover. That way Stiles could shoot him and get this night over with. Instead, he was still 15ft up the tree in the V of its branches trying to stay still and fidget enough to keep his butt from going numb.
Werewolves. Kind of inconsiderate like that.
He hated waiting. It was right behind getting hurt, and dealing with incubuses/sucubuses (Incubi? Succubi? Stiles had to resist the urge to pull out his phone and do an impromptu Wikipedia search) on his list of least favorite things about training to be a hunter.
Stiles’s leg jiggled, shaking the branch in a way that could not be passed off as the wind. He sighed, shifted, and let his leg hang down. That way instead of jiggling it, Stiles could just let it swing. He had a spell on him that would cause people and most supernatural creatures to not notice him. They’d still see him, smell him, and hear him: they just wouldn’t think his presence was strange or worth noting.
His mentor - Jane - called it his invisibility spell. Stiles had tried explaining again and again that it didn’t make him invisible. According to Deaton true invisibility was actually hard to achieve and even harder to maintain. J.K. Rowling had lied. It was much, much easier to just not be noticed.
I swear to you, I really am writing. It's the finishing part I'm having trouble with. Also, I have not edited or reread half this stuff, so I'm sure there are typos galore.
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