Couple / fiction centrée sur : Stiles Stilinski / Derek Hale
Genre(s) : AU (prof à la fac ; pas de loup-garous), get together, malentendus, problèmes de communication, fluff, humour
Rating : PG-13
État : achevé (env. 10.000 mots + 10.000 avec la compagnon fic)
Connaissance du fandom : Inutile
Spoliers : pas vraiment mais inclus un personnage et un couple de la saison 3
1) possède une compagnon fic, Misinterpret me like Lolita
2) j’ai découvert totalement par hasard l’existence d’une traduction française. Je n’y ai jeté qu’un rapide coup d’œil et la traduction m’a paru trop littérale voire franchement maladroite par moment (appréciation à nuancer par ma lecture en diagonale et les divergences de langues, la traductrice étant Québequoise), la rec ne porte donc que sur la VO.
Résumé : “For those of you who just transferred into this class or simply decided that day one wasn’t important enough to attend, I’m Professor Hale. Welcome to English 346, The American Novel.”
Stiles is pretty sure his mouth is hanging open right now and that his eyes are wide with shock, because holy fuck, he thinks he knows why his students transferred. Hell, if he was still an undergrad, he probably would have transferred, too.
(Or: In which Stiles is a Biology professor and Derek thinks he’s a student.)
Avis : Un très très bon moment de lecture, où Stiles et Derek sont à la fois super mignons et à mourir de rire. Leurs interactions sont un régal à lire, pour elles-mêmes d’une part, pour le fluff et l’angst mêlés, et pour la réussite avec laquelle l’auteur parvient à prolonger aussi longtemps le malentendu, Derek étant persuadé que Stiles est un étudiant et Stiles ne se doutant pas une seconde que Derek ne le croit pas Professeur. Un vrai régal.
Petit extrait (en grande partie parce que ça m’a donné une excuse pour relire en diagonale la fic :p) :
He gets up to the counter and doesn’t even have to order, really – he comes in often enough that pretty much everyone who works there knows that he never fails to get a mocha. So there he is, standing near the drink pickup area and messing around on his phone, when he hears a very familiar voice say, “Stiles?”
Oh, shit. Shit, it’s Derek. He quickly runs a hand through his hair, trying to straighten it out so that it doesn’t look like he wandered out of his apartment this morning without brushing it (hint: he did). He’s wearing his glasses again, too, and because he just came from the lab he probably has fucking goggle lines framing his eyes. Fuck, he probably looks like the poster child for “awkward scientist.” He’s not even wearing a nice shirt today.
“I didn’t see you in class today,” Derek says, breaking Stiles out of the mildly panicked trance he’s fallen into.
“Huh?” Stiles replies intelligently, blinking at him. “Oh! Yeah, I had some lab work that I needed to get done this morning.”
“You ditched class for lab work?” Derek asks, sounding surprised and a little disappointed.
“Hey! I didn’t ditch,” Stiles protests, mildly offended by Derek’s word choice. “I can’t ditch a class I’m not actually taking.”
“Oh. Well, I suppose that explains why I couldn’t find you on my class roster,” Derek teases. Or, well, he’s probably teasing. His tone isn’t quite right, but that has to be a joke, right? Him being on the class roster?
“Yeah, well, obviously I had to see what all the commotion was about when, like, eighty percent of my Bio 424 class transferred at the last moment,” Stiles replies, shooting Derek a grin. “Not that I can really blame them, now that I know what all the fuss is about.”
“I – ” Derek starts, blushing, but then he cuts himself off, pausing for a moment. “Class was quiet without you today.”
“Sorry, but it looks like I have to go,” Stiles says, shoving his phone back into his pocket and grabbing his mocha off the pickup counter. « Incident in the lab. »
“I’ll see you on Wednesday?” Derek replies, but it’s phrased as a question. In fact, it almost sounds tentative, which isn’t exactly a word Stiles would have thought to associate with Derek Hale.
“Maybe? I don’t know. It depends on my workload,” Stiles answers, his tone apologetic as he tries not to read too deeply into Derek’s carefully blank expression. “I could stop by during your office hours, though.”
“I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” Derek mutters, which really only serves to confuse Stiles more, because why the hell would that not be a good idea?
“Okaaaaay,” Stiles says, stretching out the word and giving Derek a confused look. “Well, I’ll see you when I can. Which, you know, might have to be during your office hours.”
Derek lets out a little huff, but doesn’t argue.
“Anyway, I’ll see you ‘round, Derek,” Stiles continues, shooting Derek a little smile before turning to leave.
“That’s Professor Hale to you!” Derek calls after him, and Stiles just laughs.
(Si vous aimez ces fics de malentendus où chacun flashe/est fan de l’autre mais ignore leur identité respective quand ils se rencontrent IRL, je vous recommande également chaudement du même auteur le premier one-shot de Midnight Wolf vs Abominable Snwoman!, où Derek est un auteur/dessinateur pour DC Comics et Stiles tient un webcomics.)
(Si vous aimez cette fic, plutôt que de le dire ici, dites-le à l’auteur !)