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Unveiled by Dexterous_Sinistrous

Stiles’ hands were shaking as he took a handful of his veil, though he wished he could act bravely and just tear the material off. He slowly began to lift the veil, his heartbeat racing as he continued to look at the Alpha through the material. 'There isn’t another way', Stiles reassured himself. His veil felt heavier than it should as he lifted it over his chin. Calloused hands grasped Stiles’ wrists in a tight hold. Stiles was startled, his actions halted. His veil was hanging just below his lips as he observed the Alpha. ~*~ Or, can love blossom while hidden by a veil?

The Light in the Woods by DiscontentedWinter

To honour a treaty with the people of a strange land, Derek Hale, prince of the kingdom of Triskelion, has to marry Stiles.

Secret hoard by Nival_Vixen

Everyone knows that a dragon needs a hoard, and without one, the dragon will die. None of Stiles' friends know what his hoard is, and they're all worried that he doesn't have one. In the village below the dragons' mountains, werewolves live with humans, and Derek Hale is curious to know more about the dragons. He just doesn't expect one to fall from the sky.

bend bridges, mend bones by Thealmostrhetoricalquestion 

They burst through the portal in a gust of stale air and violet light, landing hard on the outskirts of a swamp. Stiles feels his knees buckle, both from the magic required to keep the portal open and from the force of their landing, but he grits his teeth, determined to stay standing in the presence of Derek Hale and his pack. Christ, it would be just his luck to rocket through his own portal at neck-breaking speeds and collide face-first with a puddle of sticky, disgusting mud. Thankfully that doesn’t happen, which is good because Stiles can’t really afford to add useless to the list of things that Mage’s are; untrustworthy cowards, meddlers, monsters. (In which there's an awful lot of fighting, people learn to trust people, and Stiles saves the day. Repeatedly. Over and over again. And he would like some credit, goddamnit, Derek.)

Don't You Wanna Be My Sky? by WhoNatural

Stiles got ratted out by the Realm Guard for sneaking off with Scott a total of seven times before his dad buckled, promising sabbatical once Stiles reached Faehood, and enough Earth culture in the meantime to have him talking like a born-and-bred Californian teenager.He just didn’t have the tan.(Or, in which Stiles is a Frost Fae sent to the Earth Realm on the Fae version of Rumspringa and immediately falls head-first into a Coffee Shop AU)

Somewhere to Start by Lissadiane

Stiles has always known that he isn't quite human - the plant life that tends to sprout around him whenever he gets upset or excited gives it away. He's never really fit in among the regular people in Beacon Hills and is determined to wait it out, go to college, and find somewhere to belong. He's forced to abandon those plans, however, after he desperately agrees to enter into an arranged marriage to save his father's life. An arranged marriage with an angry, sometimes furry dude with trust issues. It's all very Beauty and the Beast, without the singing candlesticks.

The Last Chills of Winter by LeeHan

“He didn’t magically charm me,” Derek shot back in his defense. “Oh, so he just regular charmed you?” Laura said with a smirk. “What? No,” Derek growled. “Was he hot?” “No! He just—“  He just had a laugh like a sun shower. Fuck.

Every Moment of the Night by aurevell

When he was younger, Derek’s mother taught him about the fae and their penchant for mischief. So when he meets one in the woods many years later, he steels himself for a trick. As it turns out, though, Stiles isn’t quite what he expected—and avoiding his spell may be much harder than it seems.

Etheria by FlamingBlueEyes

Stiles had been accepted to be an engineer on the prestigious space ship Beacon. However, when a Hunter attack leaves the ship in pieces, Stiles is forced to evacuate. He and the first commanding officer, Derek Hale, get stranded on an alien planet. While waiting for rescue the two must figure out how to survive while unraveling the mysteries of the planet.

Ultra Violet by ElisAttack

"There's no way he's a quarian. Least of all the quarian prince we're supposed to be escorting." Erica whines, and Derek wonders why he named her his staff lieutenant, she has no tact whatsoever. "I'm sorry, but you must be a level 4 friend to unlock my tragic back-story." The prince jokes. "And call me Stiles, even I can't pronounce my actual name." Or the one where Derek and his crew are assigned to be the glorified babysitter of an alien prince, and everything is not as it seems.

Like Thunder, Like Fire, Like Tenderness and Desire by crossroadswrite 

Not that Derek has a business, especially not with Stiles because- because that’s not something that would happen. Ever. Stiles is annoying and loud and he does this thing with his wings where they just never stay still and- “Derek! My favorite librarian,” Stiles greets with a grin and a half, approaching the circular desk. His messenger bag slips precariously down his shoulder and he contorts his wing, catching the strap with his wing thumb and setting it back into place. Derek looks away, typing gibberish into his laptop to seem like he’s busy. It’s not like he cares how skilled Stiles’ wings look. It’s not like he cares how broad and strong looking they are, how utterly breathtaking they are with their night sky blue primary and their thunder pattern of bright incandescent white, like lightning got caught in them.

The Third Sacrifice by aurevell

Stiles can see the writing on the wall. Everyone knows the Stilinskis are cursed, or magic, or both. He knows he’ll be picked as the third sacrifice—the one that dies for the sake of the harvest. But he doesn’t intend to let some ancient god rip his heart out, not if magic can help it. If only Derek, his estranged best friend, would stop hounding him about his plans to escape.

Constellations by thedaughterofkings

Building relations with an alien race was always going to be difficult enough anyways. But when he meets Stiles, Derek finds himself with a rather more personal incentive to 'make nice with the aliens'. Now they only need to figure out their translation issues.

Unquiet Wanderer by Bliz, wanderingeyre

It’s there to the west, but every time Stiles tries to concentrate in that direction as he breathes and reaches out to the energies around him, it slips from his mind’s eye like a shadow in the sun. The first time, he dismisses it as a trick of his mind. The second time he thinks that perhaps he doesn’t have the skills to reach his mind that far. The third time, the awareness stops and turns to him, heavy and oily thick. Stiles comes out of that meditative trance wet with sweat and choked by fear. The acrid taste of malevolence and minerals stays on his tongue for hours.

After The War Was Won by willowswhiten

The war is over, and King Scott of Beacon has summoned his noblemen to court. Amongst them is Derek, Alpha Duke of Hale, a young man whose ferocity and heroism have made him a household name, even beginning to change the public's perception of wolf-shifters. After all, Derek and his pack are widely considered to have turned the tides of the war in Beacon's favour. Omega Prince Stiles' war has been a bloody one, though he never saw a moment's conflict. As a noble omega, his life should have been champagne and gossip, but instead he somehow persuaded his brother to let him use his magick and work as a healer in the court's emergency hospital. With the final battle in such close memory, can either trust in what fate has planned?

House of the Howling Wolves by owiil (rlnerdgirl)

When crown prince Derek Hale of the kingdom of Triskelle finds himself unexpectedly holding the life-debt of a Twillian fae, he and his sister see an opportunity to save their dying kingdom. Now, as Derek travels north into the Twill, he must put faith in his Twillian guide, Stiles, to keep him safe as they journey through a mystical land of magic and danger. As their journey continues, Derek finds himself drawn to his companion and left struggling to consider what will become of them once debts are paid and the Kingdom of Triskelle stands strong once again. Never venture into the Twill, for in the heart of those lands you will find only magic and the strange. A place where bones shift and forms change, as man turns to wolf and the moon holds sway over minds and hearts led astray. Heed this warning, this solemn call, lest the Twillian magics you shall befall.

Love Me Tinder by andavs

To save the kingdom from a curse of unending winter, Derek is sent by his king to retrieve the mythical Firebird of legend—who turns out to be less of a mythical creature and more of a probable criminal who has no interest in being retrieved by anyone for anything.

A Wingbeat of Moonlight by AllTheseSquaresMakeACircle

Derek's mother had always told him to beware of that which walked through the trees. The creatures that walked between ths world and others. He had always listened. Then, he happened to meet Stiles one night. Ever since then, things never really seemed to calm down.

until the sun comes up by dumpac

According to the poems, the average Wielbarkian is taller than seven feet, as large as two barrels of beer, and their eyes are as cold as ice. If that's the portrait of a random man, Derek can't imagine the portrait of a royal family member. Of his fiancé. Prince Derek is engaged to an ugly barbarian. Or is he?

Guide Me Through The Storm by Nerdy_fangirl_57

Stiles wasn't afraid to say the forest was more of a home to him that the village grounds his tribe lived on. Ever since he was a child he'd always been pulled by the forest and over the years the pull had only become stronger and more insistent. However, it wasn't until he stumbled upon a naked man near a creek that he started to understand what the meaning behind the pull was.

In The Forest, Dark And Deep by Welsh_Woman 

The woods have been Stiles' home for all his life, so when something Dark starts to creep in, it's obvious that his world is going to change... In more ways than one.

Aquamarine by Hedwig221b

The nymph was the best prey Derek had ever had — evading him at every turn, yet teasing within reach. Here, in the middle of the lake, between crumbling ruins of the naiad’s temple, with Stiles pressed against him, Derek could taste the life again. He was as close to peace as it got. If only he could satisfy the heat in his lower parts, to turn his head and seal his lips against Stiles’ smile, to sink into him and make love, long and sweet, all night ‘till morning… If he could wake each day to Stiles lying next to him, maybe, then his soul would settle. But now, even while breathing the same air, Derek did not have him at all. Still, he kept coming. Fixing things, bringing things, pulling Stiles close until he stopped resisting. All creatures yearned for warmth, and Stiles, with his transparent clothes clinging to his slender, wet body was not an exception.

your fangs against my skin (the sound of your bones) by Hedwig221b

This was it, then, huh? It was that easy for Derek to invite someone to his den. Someone other than Stiles. He healed the wolf. Stiles killed his tormentor, mended his blood and bones, and let him sleep beside him. But none of it was enough. He wasn’t a spark, after all, but a witch — evil and alone, locked up in his tower. Witches didn’t get happy endings.