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derek nurse/william poindexter

Treasure, Will thought with an angry little snort. Nursey called almost everyone on the team treasure. He called Ford treasure. He’d even called Coach Hall treasure once.

He did not call Will that.

Flower Bomb

by rispacooper (AO3)

Pairing: Derek Hale x Stiles Stilinski

Oneshot

Word count: 6k

Rating: Mature

Summary: When an eligible omega glanced your way, you were supposed to glance back. Derek could hear an echo of his mother’s voice in his head, gently reminding him there were alphas who would kill to find themselves the focus of an omega’s interest.

Derek didn’t have the dominating personality or drive necessary to be classified as alpha, and there was no bright spark of appeal about him to say he was omega. He was tall and in good shape. He had a pretty face, dark hair and light eyes, good bone structure. But he had no need to get in fights or conquer the world. He didn’t even like arguing with his family. He was solidly beta, and wouldn’t have minded, never had minded, except for when Stiles was near.

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Spark

by rispacooper (AO3)

Pairing: Derek Hale x Stiles Stilinski

Oneshot

Word count: 9k

Rating: Mature

Summary: Derek had never actually seen Stiles in his full dragon form. If he was being honest with himself, he wasn’t sure he wanted to. The first time Derek had properly met Stiles, spoken with him, he’d had a hard time not reacting to the heat of him, far too reminiscent of the lick of flames at Derek’s skin. Dragons exuded heat, Derek had known that, intellectually. They might look like cold-blooded reptiles but they were creatures of fire.

Derek did not have good memories of fire. Stiles couldn’t have been expected to remember that, but it hadn’t helped that he’d focused on Derek with those impossibly wide eyes of lustrous brown and then let out of a puff of marijuana-scented breath and announced he’d take Derek instead of a sandwich.

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Author: rispacooper Fandom: Teen Wolf Pairing: Stiles/Derek Rating: Mature Number of words: 6218 Description on Ao3: When an eligible omega glanced your way, you were supposed to glance back. Derek could hear an echo of his mother’s voice in his head, gently reminding him there were alphas who would kill to find themselves the focus of an omega’s interest. Derek didn’t have the dominating personality or drive necessary to be classified as alpha, and there was no bright spark of appeal about him to say he was omega. He was tall and in good shape. He had a pretty face, dark hair and light eyes, good bone structure. But he had no need to get in fights or conquer the world. He didn’t even like arguing with his family. He was solidly beta, and wouldn’t have minded, never had minded, except for when Stiles was near.

Guys. Guys. I was rendered breathless by this fic. I'm not even slightly kidding. Like, do you know how it feels when you're running on the beach and the wind is strong, and the wind is behind you, and it's pushing you forward and forward and it's almost like it's lifting you up and there are tears in the corners of your eyes and a shortage of breath in your lungs but it's the lightest you've ever felt and also the best? That's how reading this felt like to me. Breathtaking.

There isn't much more that I could say about the plot that isn't already in the description. It's basically just a conversation between Derek and Stiles. But oh, what a conversation. It's as intense as any sex scene, and as satisfying. Read it. You'll know what I mean.