Tonight, the foxes hunt the hounds.

by TheBeastsWrite (orphan_account)

Summary:

Stiles always knew finding a mate would be hard for him. He's not bright and beautiful like Lydia, or stong like Danny or adorable like Scott.

He was just Stiles, fox kid with ADHD who loved to draw.

Derek Hale was everything, popular, strong, smart and gorgeous.

They get put together on an English assignment and it doesn't go at all like Stiles expects.

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Notes:

For my Baby who is not feeling well who wanted some fox stiles and for my fans that want a highschool au.

I give you this ball of cheesy bullshit and I am in no way sorry.

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ALSO I TOOK OFF UNDERAGE BECAUSE MEH

Chapter 1: Don't panic, no not yet.

Notes:

The art for this fic was done by tsuki-nekota.tumblr.com
she is amazing.

Thank you to Jay for betaing you can find porn fics by both myself and her at sterekpornblog.tumblr.com!

 

Chapter 1

Stiles always knew finding a mate would be hard for him.

Sure he was still young, seventeen and all but, damn it, this was prime time! Over 87% of people met their mates at his age! Some of his friends had even found theirs and it was just so not fair, okay?

Still though, he knew he wasn't exactly ... Desirable, as such.

The problem he had was that he didn't quite fit the attractive scale for either of the species.

His fur was dark, a muddy brown and tipped with a smokey grey, he wasn't bright or sleek like the foxes wanted. His fur was too thick and his tail was too bushy, he could frickin' wrap it right around his waist and use it as a damn pillow for gods sake. And his ears were too big, giving away his emotions way too easily.

He wasn't like Lydia with fire-truck red fur, perfectly smooth and shiny, or anything like Allison with her honey brown and gold tipped fur.

He was...darker.

He was also too small for the wolves, to breakable with small sharp fangs and large doe eyes, he wasn't powerful enough for a mate. Even as an omega he was...well no one wanted all up in this.

Their loss, totally. Still though.

He let out a small sigh, kicking open the door to his jeep and reaching for his backpack, turning to smile as Scott bounded up to him. 

Scott was a perfect Alpha wolf, all muscle and dark fur with big fangs and strong claws.

He was a puppy though, secretly, and girls just kind of melted around him. He'd hate him if the guy wasn't his best friend and a complete baby.

"Stiles!"

"Sup, Scott?"

"Hey, so I got stuck with Coach first thing, what have you got today?"

"Mrs. Blake for English."

"That's harsh dude, we're still meeting up for bro time at lunch though right?"

"If by bro time you mean I get to listen to you sigh blissfully about how perfect Isaac Lahey's curls are instead of watching you try your luck with him. Yeah."

He grinned when Scott full on pouted, flinging his arm around his best friend’s shoulders with a teasing growl, heading up the steps to the main entrance.

"Nah dude, I'm joking. Seriously though, you should just go for it, if you two sneak anymore glances I'm labeling you Ninja couple."

He smiled a little when Scott snorted, nudging his arm with his fist shyly, drawing away to bump at Scott's shoulder affectionately, brushing against the wolf’s tail with his own.

"He looks at me?"

"Like all the time. Makes me feel invisible, I’m kind of offended."

He snickered when Scott rolled his eyes, lulling to a slow pace as he neared his class, tilting his head as Scott’s face scrunched up in thought, brows drawing down low. He knew that look, that was Scott's inner 'I'm-the-Alpha-I-can-totally-do-this' look.

Holy shit, maybe he'd actually get somewhere today.

"I dunno, maybe."

Damn it.

He shook his head a little, hoisting his bag higher on his shoulder and making a face turning with a grin when Allison and Lydia rolled up looking as stunning as ever.

"Hey guys."

"Hello, Stiles."

"Stilinski, did you do the assignment?"

"Lydia, while you are the light of my life, I'm not letting you copy off me."

"Don't even, you know I'm with Allison, also I'm just checking, idiot, your dad will kill you if you get another detention."

He grimaces but could only nod in agreement, sighing out as Scott pulled himself up to full height, eyes drifting down the corridor like a lost puppy.

"I have to go to class-"

"You mean go pine over Isaac."

"-Bye Stiles!"

He waved half heartedly as his best friend took off down the corridor, giving the girls a smile of farewell as they took off for Phys Ed. Drawing himself as tightly into the wall as possible.

He kept to the wall when the door swung open and the teacher waved them in.

Mrs. Blake was that kind of teacher that seemed super nice, all smiles and teenage lingo and shit but, Stiles knew full well she was pure evil.

They had a mutual hatred, it was a good relationship.

He flopped down at his desk at the back of the room, dragging out his usual shit, content to just stare blissfully unaware out the window as per usual, tucking his tail comfortably onto his lap.

Okay so he wasn't entirely too unthinking, in fact he was thinking a lot. He had things to do when he got home, chores and shit and yeah maybe he'd jerk it tonight before inviting Scott to the new Guardians of the Galaxy movie.

It was a damn fine movie in his mighty opinion, at least it better be if he was paying ten bucks to see it.

"Today, I'm pairing you up."

God fucking dammit, there went his happiness. He forced himself to look up at the evil witch, inwardly groaning. Please God don't let him be paired with Jackson, Jackson is a massive asshole.

Like seriously, the dude went out of his way to bruise him in lacrosse and he knew he wouldn't do any of the work and Stiles seriously did not need that.

"Stilinski, you're being paired with Hale."

"You're kidding me."

He blinked when a deep voice came from the front of the room, sinking a little lower in his chair.

Derek Hale was like the God of high school, an Alpha wolf of one of the most powerful packs in Beacon Hills.

He was gorgeous, tall and muscled with jet-black fur and a long, strong tail. His ears twitched high above stupidly sexy messed up hair and he had eyes that never seemed to stay one shade of green.

Okay so he looked, like a little bit, the guy had the most perfect ass and a broad chest with soft looking lips that hid a mouthful of fangs.

It was kind of sickening how omegas just rolled over for the guy, baring their necks easily.

Mostly because he also thought about it - like a lot - but refused to be one of them.
He didn't care how undesirable he was he also wasn't going to be someone’s plaything.

"Is there a problem Mr. Hale?"

"I always work with Boyd."

"Well not today now get to the back of the class, you are working with Stilinski. Now then, your partners will be the same throughout the rest of the term so I expect you to learn to get along. Understood?"

There was a collective groan from the room as people began to shift and move, dragging their feet over to their designated partner.

Stiles remained stubbornly frozen in his seat, tapping his pen against his lips as a shadow shifted beside him, seat pulling out as a disgruntled looking Alpha dropped beside him.

Inwardly he began preparing his own grave as he turned to the moody expression of one, fucking good looking, Derek Hale.

"Hi, I'm Stiles."

"Seriously?"

He rose both eyebrows, pulling his lips back, his fangs flashing lightly.

"Yes, Derek. Now are you going to be civil or what?"

He fought down a smirk when the Alpha's eyes widened.

This was about to be a very long year.

 

Notes:

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