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a)I knew it was going to be a dumpster fire and part of why I’ve somewhat avoided tumblr.
b) i want to add to the fix-its
c) it’s not impossible just complicated to add Eli to my current Hawaii 5-0/Teen Wolf crossover verse
d) Me: two cakes theory??? another verse where Stiles has been busy with helping the island’s mythical/supernatural side under the guise of fbi work that eventually lands him working with 5-0 and protective parental McDanno and THEN I add Derek and Eli(plus Peter) to the island???? 
d.1) it’d be mostly for me yes...but stats for that verse aren’t bad. 
d.2) *gets this comment* 
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In conclusion...I’m probably most def going to create another Hawaii 5-0/Teen Wolf crossover verse. Not sure when but I’ll be brainstorming now for sure. I don’t want it to be too too similar to my other verse, but also the other verse is doing well so maybe I can explore stuff from there that had to take a back burner. 
e) I love figuring out how to meld worlds and create “believable” ways for characters to meet! IT’s so much fun! 
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daughter-of-melpomene · 10 months ago
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𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆… 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑, 𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐗 𝐖𝐀𝐍-𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐊𝐈
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❝ When Alex had been a teenager, he had known only three things for certain: that even though his parents were dead, the Stilinskis, his father’s best friend and his wife who were raising him, would never go anywhere; that strawberry ice cream was far superior to chocolate and vanilla; and, perhaps most of all, that he was in love with his best friend, Derek Hale. Having moved to Beacon Hills, the small town where his godparents and now legal guardians lived, after his parents had died when he was only nine years old, Alex had very quickly made friends with Derek, who at the time they’d met had been the quiet kid always sitting in the back of their shared classroom. But under Alex’s friendship, Derek had bloomed a bit, becoming more outgoing and happy, and the two boys had spent many long hours running around and exploring the woods of Beacon Hills - and, eventually, shared their first kiss at the tender age of fourteen. By the time he’d turned fifteen, Alex had been more than convinced that things would remain as they were, with his loving adoptive parents and little brother and his cheerful, normal life, until eventually, perhaps, he and Derek could even have a proper romance and ride off into the sunset together.
But, of course, life almost never turns out the way the minds of hopeful young people wish it to, and it was only a year after that sweet, shy kiss in the forest’s midday shade that everything started to fall apart. First Derek’s family, who Alex had always loved even if they seemed to be a bit secretive, perished in a terrible house fire, with Derek leaving town not too long after without so much as a goodbye to the boy who had wanted to be with him forever. Then, not too long after, Claudia Stilinski, the woman who had been Alex’s mother since he was just a skinny eight-year-old finally succumbed to her dementia and passed away, leaving Alex grieving a parent all over again, as well as the loss of his best friend, all the while trying to take care of his younger brother as the sheriff took more and more night shifts, trying to escape the pain of losing his wife. In what seemed like an instant, all the certainties in Alex’s life had completely disappeared, and had it not been for the love of the sheriff and Stiles, whom he adored as a little brother whether they were related by blood or not, he might never have gotten through it.
But he had. Alex had gotten through that dark period, his whole little family had, and nowadays the three of them are perfectly content. Having finished high school but forgone higher education, Alex spends his days fixing up cars in Beacon Hills’ only auto repair shop, while still living at home to watch over Stiles when their father works late, and once again he finds himself content with things staying exactly how they are: working all day among the shop’s noise and sweat and grease, eating dinner and laughing around the table with his father and brother, and doing his best to keep Stiles and his sweet, dorky friend Scott out of the kind of trouble only Stiles could possibly get anyone into.
Except right as he starts to think this, everything in his life changes again - Derek comes back to Beacon Hills a completely different, more sullen person who doesn’t even seem to want to talk to Alex, and then he’s dragged into the craziness that is Scott suddenly being a werewolf, and then he learns that Derek is also a werewolf and that he and his family were all werewolves the entire time Alex knew them. None of this, as one could imagine, is exactly easy on Alex’s sanity or the complicated feelings he’s been having about Derek since the other man returned - except then Derek dies three times in the span of, like, a month, and it would make Alex kind of an asshole if he didn’t forgive him for leaving after that.
Once again, Alex’s life has been totally shaken up, and in a completely different, wolf-ier way than before, but he finds that, as he was back when he was a naïve little dreamer of a teenager, he is completely certain of three things:
He will do whatever it takes to protect his brother, Scott, and his dad. It is fully possible that he’s still in love with Derek Hale. And strawberry ice cream, throughout all the utter insanity that his life has become, is still the absolute goddamn best. ❞
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pretoriafics · 4 years ago
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Russian Roulette - Pt. 3
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In this series, you will find: Alternative Universe, Soulmate plot, Angst, Fluff. In this chapter, you will find: You went to the Friday night party, but, yeah, you think you found out about what the ginger lady had talked about with you that day at the restaurant. Word count: 2.020 Pairings: Reader x Platonic! Scott and Stiles; Reader x Derek Original characters of this chapter: Elodie, your french friend, and Au pair; Astrid, your german friend, and Au Pair; Bennie, your host mom; Warnings: English is not my main language <3 Yeah, it was based on Russian Roulette by Rihanna Russian Roulette series: Chapter Two | Chapter Four RUSSIAN ROULETTE MASTERLIST TEEN WOLF MASTERLIST
You thought about that ginger lady all days that week. Her words were so weird and creepy...
But she was right. You were definitely looking for something: you were looking for the truth about your friends. Everything was okay until you met Derek that day in the accident. And since that, a strange woman came to you.
The truth is not what you're expecting the woman said. So, the truth about your boys was not criminal issues? Something inside of you tells that a criminal issue with the boys would be easier to deal with. But if the boy's secrets were nothing related to crime, what the hell are they hiding, so?
You saved the address the woman gave to you, but you didn't read it. You didn't have the courage yet. But you don't want to think about it right now: It's Friday! And you have a party to go to.
Stiles sent you a lot of texts, trying to plan something for Friday night. You know he just doesn't want you to go to that party for some reason you don't know. And that is the biggest reason you definitely should go there.
You wear your red and short dress and then you were ready to enjoy the night. A few friends went to your house, to give a ride for you, and quickly you guys arrived at a huge house. It was full of drunk people, with loud music and dancing bodies. The house is located close to the woods, so there are no mad neighbors to complain about the loud music - which is great. You just want to enjoy the night and forget about the ginger lady and the secret of your boys.
Well, things were being really fun. You were dancing, you met some cute guys, and you drank just two glasses of alcoholic drinks. It was enough to let you "happier". You weren't used to drinking, so you were the joke of the night after being so excited with just two glasses.
You were talking with two other Au Pairs: Elodie, the girl from France, and Astrid, the german one.
"But you drank just two glasses! Come on, take just one more!"
Astrid was putting more drink in a cup for you, but the truth is that you really didn't like to drink too much. You don't trust anyone to watch you when you lose control over yourself, and if you lost control over yourself, anyone could do anything with you.
"No, thank you. I'm done."
Suddenly, you saw through the window behind Astrid something that gave you shivers. It was a pair of red and demonic eyes looking at you from the woods. Your face blushed from the high temperature of your body, became white in fear. You simply can't take your eyes off that creepy eyes.
"Hey girl, do you saw a ghost or something like that?"
Elodie's french accent pulls you to reality again, and your gaze finds her.
"Uh, no... I just think I need some fresh air."
You turn your back, without gave more explanations to the confused girls who are looking at you walking to the front door. You hear Astrid shout for you:
"But how about Stephen? He will come soon!"
"Tell him I'll be back!"
The house behind you was pure fun and party, but despite having fun, you thought that you needed some fresh air. What that eyes was? Maybe just something inside your head. You haven't had drank enough to get out of control, and even if you had, a glass of some random drink wouldn't give you hallucinations.
Well, you would back to the party a few minutes later. Now, you just need some walking.
You took your high heels off and began to walk on the street. The breeze of the night was giving you a gentle hug, and while the sound of the music becomes low, you find out that yeah, you kinda like those night walkings. All that silence, the fresh air, the peace... Wow, you should do it more.
But your peace was gone when you noticed that a man was stalking you.
Crap.
He is high, with large shoulders. You haven't a chance against him. Scared and worried, your walk becomes faster and faster, hoping that the man finally has gone. But when you crossed the street to come back to the house, you saw that the man has gone. Actually, seems like he evaporated in the air.
Okay, the party is over to you. You would come back to the party and ask for a ride for someone. And done.
When you gave the first step in the party's direction, a huge wolf jumped in front of you, roaring in a way that almost did your heart stop. You shout loud.
"What the hell?! Help!"
You began to run in the opposite direction of the party, running from that unreal wolf who was hunting you. Tears were scrolling down your face, in pure desperation while it runs to chase you. You throw your high heels to the thing, and your heels hit its snout. It seems to work because the wolf shook its head, bothered. It gave you time enough to run even faster while you catch your phone in your bag. The first number you tried to call was Sebastian.
"Come on, Bash, come on!"
But then, a voice coming out of your phone says something that fills you with horror.
"This phone is off. Please try again later."
"Damn!"
The next number you had tried to call was Stiles. He could ask his dad for help, and maybe you could be saved. Happily, you heard his voice.
"Hey, you thought about my proposal of-"
"Stiles, call your dad, I need help!"
The wolf roared for you and, suddenly, it jumps. You let out a loud shout and deflect its attack, changing your route and running to the woods.
"What's happening?!"
"There's a huge wolf behind me! Please, I need help!"
"Where are you?! Are you at that party?"
The wolf runs in your direction and jumps again. It pushes its feet into a tree and, then, it flies in your direction. You put yourself down, deflecting again of its attack, but your phone fell in the middle of the leaves. Terrified, you come up with your foot against a rooted tree and fell.
Crying as you'd never cried before, you got up and, tired, you take strength inside of you to run one more time, as a way to delay your imminent death. But seems like that were your lucky day.
A skinny figure jumps in the wolf's direction, and they roll through the leaves on the floor. The wolf got up, and let out a loud roar. When you turn yourself to understand what the hell has happened, you saw Scott stopped in front of the wolf. However, he wasn't the same: His face was bestial. Close to him, you saw another figure you hadn't seen coming while you were running. You recognize that figure too: Derek, with the same bestial face. But just when Scott turns his animal face to you, you got certain that, yeah, that thing was he.
"(Y/N)... Run."
But the Wolf seems stronger than Derek and Scott. With a hit, the wolf throws them into the air, and Derek and Scott hit the trees. The wolf run in your direction and you try to run, but things were different this time. You heard two roars when the wolf hits you with such strength, that you hit in the tree. Everything becomes dark after this.
"Is she okay? You've come in time?"
You know that voice! It was from Stiles. Your eyes opened slowly, but you still were dizzy with the blow. Your vision was completely blurred, but you could recognize the environment around you. You were lied down to what seems like a backseat, and your head was in someone's lap - Stiles's lap. You saw his worried face when you look up.
"She's fine. The Alpha didn't bite her."
That voice was from Scott, you were pretty sure. He was at the passenger's seat.
"How do you know?"
"Because we check her before brings her here, smart-ass. What do you think?"
Another familiar voice. What was his name? Daryl? Devon?
"Oh, really Derek? I thought that, I don't know, after the Alpha's bite, the mark of the bite disappears!"
But then, the voice of Scott is heard.
"Shhh! Guys, I think she's waking up!"
Stiles looks at you, with such concern in his eyes.
"Hey, miss sunshine. You okay?"
But your head was aching so much! You just close your eyes again, becoming so tired suddenly. You heard Derek's voice now, but he seems so far away from you.
"She will not stay awake too long. Luckily, she will think everything was a nightmare."
Scott let out a long sigh.
"I hope so."
That was the last thing you heard before get unconscious again.
You woke up, scared and sweat. Quickly, you sat in the bed, with a heavy breath and confused. Your head is aching a little bit, but you think it's just a silly headache.
You let out a long sigh and get up from the bed. You took your phone from the bedside table and... Wow, you don't remember to let your phone fall for it get a cracked screen. Still, you could saw a lot of messages from Astrid and Elodie. You chose to read the messages from Elodie first.
"Girl, where are you? Someone found a dead body in the master suite!"
"Where are you?!"
"I'll call the police."
"Please, please just be safe. I'm so afraid of what could be happened to you!"
"We will go back to the party's house, Astrid is freaking out. We don't care if it's dangerous, we just want you safe."
"GIRL I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU DIDN'T TELL US THAT YOU'VE BEEN TALKING WITH THAT GUY!! HE'S SO HOT!! HAVE FUN!! You almost made us got a heart attack of worries! Next time advise us."
If that was Elodie's message, you can't imagine Astrid's messages. But... What happened? A body? A guy?
Then, you realize that you didn't remember to come back home from the party. You froze. You gave a step forward, to put your phone on the dressing table, but you felt something aching in your left knee: You were hurt! It was just a silly injury, you probably fell sometime at the party last night. But, then, you remembered.
The giant wolf. The chasing. Scott and Derek. Stiles looking at you.
You look at your phone: Yeah, you let it fall when you were running. Your knee: You fell when you're trying to save your life. Your head: You had been thrown in a tree.
Oh my God.
Scared and trying to assimilate things, you go downstairs and realize that it was 10:30 AM. It was Saturday, your day off, and Bennie was in the kitchen while the girls and Sebastian were running in the backyard. When Bennie saw you coming, she smiled.
"Good morning! Hungry? I did some cookies! But be hurry to eat all of them, you know Sebastian loves cookies, and you just have a few minutes after he got tired of being running with the girls outside."
"Bennie... You know, I think I drank too much last night and..." No, you do not think you drank too much last night "...And I'm not sure about who gave me a ride back home."
"Oh," She gave you a suggestive gaze. "Who would be? Hale, of course! He's a great guy, took care of you! He said that you got really scared after someone found a body in the house, so you got nausea and felt dizzy. And he brought you here. You didn't remember it?"
"Yeah, yeah, now you said it, I think I'm remembering."
You lied, again. But the only thing you have pretty sure, is that tomorrow you would talk with the priest that ginger lady told you.
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caramelcal · 4 years ago
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The Last Time
 Request:  Anonymous said:Could you do a Stiles x reader based on the song “the last time” by Taylor swift!!
Ship: Stiles Stilinski x Reader
Word count: 1.36k
a/n: I’ve not really done anything like this before and I’m not sure if this is what you wanted but I hope this is okay :) as always, requests are open! let me know what you guys think! 
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Find myself at your door Just like all those times before I'm not sure how I got there All roads, they lead me here
Stiles knew that he shouldn’t come to your house, he knew that once he broke it off that he should’ve left you alone. The night terrors started again and the only thing he wanted was you; to fall asleep in your arms whilst you played with his hair, his ear against your chest so your heartbeat could lull him to sleep. You were the only thing that could calm him down and he knew that.
He knew it was selfish and wrong after everything he had done to you. You had been so close to one another but the supernatural secret took a toll on the relationship. He couldn’t tell you about that life and when his time was suddenly occupied with yet another supernatural creature wreaking havoc you had both grew apart. You wanted to work it out, but he pushed you aside.
It seemed to happen every time that something happened in the town and each time afterward, he would run back to you and you would guide him into your arms. You wouldn’t ask for an explanation, you simply accepted that he was back to fill the hole in your heart. However, he’d leave you, again and again, run back to you time after time but the hole kept getting bigger until it became a level of damaged that he would never be able to fill.
I imagine you are home In your room, all alone And you open your eyes into mine And everything feels better
Your giggles filled the room as you jumped into Stiles’ arms, him catching you as he spun around. You gazed into his whisky brown eyes, the ones that you dreamed of each night, legs wrapped around his torso with arms holding on to you, the ones you craved to pull you into a hug.
Time stopped when you stared into his eyes, breathing synchronized with his own as you gently press your lips against his. It was a soft and passionate kiss, one with eyes close and your hands playing with the hair on the back of his head.  
Breaking apart, your forehead rested against his, soft pants coming out of both of your mouths as you slowly opened your eyes. He carried you over to your bed, placing you down gently as he grabbed a blanket, draping it over the two of you as he nuzzled into your neck.
You flushed against his chest, eyes passively looking over the movie that played on the screen in front of you both. This was the most relaxed you had felt in months, you were back with your person. He never did disclose his sudden disappearance or his reappearance for that matter, but you didn’t mind, as long as you had him back again.
And right before your eyes I'm breaking No past, no reasons why Just you and me 
This is the last time I'm asking you this Put my name at the top of your list This is the last time I'm asking you why You break my heart in the blink of an eye, eye, eye
“Answer me, Stiles. Please!” Your voice, flooded with desperation, called out to him as he walked away from you in the school halls. Everyone was off to class apart from a few but you didn’t care about anyone else, you only cared about him.
He swiftly stopped in his tracks, turning around to look at you but it was not the same boy that had been at your house the weekend before. He was different, hair tousled and bags under his eyes that were much larger, eyes not filled with the same tender love, “What do you want me to say?”
“Anything. Please,” You said as you took a step forward, voice becoming a desperate whisper as you reached out for his hand. His whisky eyes met yours, and you almost saw him break down his walls, eyes emptying the coldness away as your free hand met his face, cupping his cheek softly.
He stared at you for a moment, eyes pouring into yours before he pulled away from you, putting his walls back up. His voice was gruff and monotonous as he spoke, turning his back on you once again, “You’d never understand.”
“So help me,” You croaked, eyes growing a thick sheet of water over the top of them as you tried your best to swallow the thickness in your throat, “Help me understand. I’ll try.”
“Trying isn’t good enough.”
With that, he left, leaving you in the middle of the halls, shoulders slumped in defeat as you stared at the ground. Stray students sent you glances of pity but you paid no mind to them. You wanted the ground to swallow you whole, you felt as if your heart had been ripped from your chest. You always tried to listen and understand whatever Stiles had to say but trying wasn’t good enough. You weren’t good enough.
You find yourself at my door Just like all those times before You wear your best apology But I was there to watch you leave
“I know you’re there,” Stiles shouted from the outside of your front door, fist knocking against the wood as you reached out for the handle. However, just as you reached for the door, you were reminded of everything he has ever done to you before. How this looks so similar to an incident only a few months back, him asking you to let him in before leaving you only a few weeks later.
You couldn’t leave your heart open to him again. If you let him through the door one more time, it might be the time that completely shattered your very existence. Your heart was hanging on by a thread, and it would not be able to withstand the destruction that Stiles left on his path.
“Please y/n/n,” Stiles begged, “I’m sorry, just please let me in.”
His plead was almost enough for you to let him in, your heart ached for his touch but you knew that you couldn’t. Your arms folded over your chest, trying to lock them in a hold to prevent yourself from opening the door. Your back slid down the door as you listened to him.
“I promise I’ll tell you whatever you want to know,” Stiles still tried to plead, voice as desperate as yours had been the last time he left you in the dust, “I’ll help you understand.”
You didn’t know but he sat in a similar position to your own, back against the door, knees up to his chest with tears rolling down his cheeks. The side of his face leaned against the door as he reminded himself of every moment you two had spent together. Both the happy ones and the sad ones.
“I know I’ve left you before but I’ll be here no matter what this time,” Stiles spoke weakly, voice thick with tears as you screwed your eyes shut tightly, trying to disregard the silent tears that fell down your cheeks, “I promise.”
With a trembling heart, your body broke out into silent sobs. You had ached for those words for so long, for some reassurance that he wouldn’t leave again however you never moved. You didn’t move for minutes, not until the tears stopped falling and you could be assured that you wouldn’t fall to the ground if you tried to walk away from him.
It may have been Stiles that walked away from you time after time but it was now your time to leave him in the dust, leaving him to sit at your door for hours until the sun rose, until he picked himself up and stumbled into his car numbly. You couldn’t leave your heart on the line again, Stiles had already proven himself unworthy of your feelings and as your heart mended with time, his would only break more and more each day, craving what he could have had if he had appreciated you sooner.
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when-they-write-stuff · 4 years ago
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I'm really curious about 39. “I want to marry you.” but like asked in a serious way. So glad you're back, take care 🤗
The first time Derek came swinging through Stiles’s window without permission, Stiles freaked out so hard, he ended up launching his can of coke at Derek’s face. 
The man had fallen off the roof in his own surprise. He hadn’t seemed very happy about that.
But when Stiles had started to realize that hey, maybe Derek Hale wasn’t such a giant creeper, he still didn’t expect the late-night visits, okay? Even Scott didn’t do nearly as much stalking. Well, not over him. Maybe over Allison. But he only went creepy werewolf on Stiles occasionally, which he really appreciated.
Derek seemed to be a different story.
The first time he came swinging through Stiles’s window without permission, Stiles threw a can of coke at his face, Derek fell off the roof with a barked curse, and then he hadn’t come back to the house for an entire month.
That had been fine by Stiles at the time. And Derek knocked more often than not now.
Sometimes, he came to talk about the Monster of the Week. Sometimes, he came to chew Stiles out for putting himself in danger when they were facing the Monster of the Week. Sometimes, he just came to sit broodingly in the corner and that was something Stiles still had yet to understand.
Sometimes, Derek came with food.
Stiles may or may not have made that a mandatory rule when the man came anytime before eight in the morning or after eleven at night.
“Oh my god,” Stiles said, taking the offered bag Derek had brought that night. The moment he opened it, the best smell in the world came wafting out and Stiles moaned. “Curly fries. Oh my god, Sourwolf, I want to marry you.”
In a split second, Derek’s face had gone from neutrally blank to bright red. Except Stiles was much too busy digging the container of fries out to really notice.
He might have been a little intrigued if he had.
“So,” Stiles said, stuffing a few into his mouth and glancing back up. “What is it tonight? Hunters? Witches? I know for a fact I haven’t done anything wrong lately, so if you’re here to go all bossy Alpha on me—”
“It’s nothing like that,” Derek said. Stiles narrowed his eyes, still chewing.
“Uh, okay?”
“I was in the area,” Derek said, suddenly focusing on the floor. Stiles swallowed and continued to study the man, a little more carefully this time. Because he was pretty sure something was off.
“So you got me fries?”
Derek froze. He stared at the floor as if it was the most interesting thing in the world before turning around. Stiles stared in confusion as Derek pulled himself right back out the window; without another word or hint. Without literally anything. In a second, Stiles was left alone in his room with a bag of curly fries and he had no idea what had just happened.
But Derek was gone and Stiles was alone.
He was so confused.
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There was this one time Stiles had been awake for so long, he’d started to think he was living in a TV show and he was pretty sure their entire group was basically the Scooby-Doo gang brought to life with a lot more tragedy.
If Derek’s plans never worked out, did that make him Fred? He thought the man might kill him if Stiles even dared call him Scooby.
But that wasn’t the point. The point was, they had been chasing a witch around Beacon Hills for two weeks now and Stiles hadn’t slept in three days. Every time he thought they were getting close, it was another dead end. And Stiles was about to tear his hair out.
He was half-asleep at the loft when Derek came looming over the couch. Stiles nearly startled out of his own skin, sure he was seeing things for a moment. But that was definitely the growly-brows that he knew so well.
He closed his laptop and smiled tiredly at the man. Derek frowned harder.
“You smell tired.”
Stiles rolled his eyes. “Oh, thank god, I thought you were going to say I smell- smell for a second there. Which might be fair, because I might have forgotten to shower this… week? But it’d still be rude and I might’ve had to punch you.”
From across the room, Erica snorted into her cereal. Derek shot her a red-eyed glare before fixing Stiles with a dark look again. “You need to get some sleep.”
“Yeah, no kidding. And once the witch is caught, dude, I will sleep for at least a straight day.”
“No,” Derek growled. Stiles blinked.
“Uh, no?”
“No. You need to sleep now.”
Stiles stared at him for a long moment. Then he shook his head and opened his laptop again, only to squawk in protest as Derek grabbed it off his lap, closing it again and setting it on the coffee table. The moment Stiles tried to reach for it, the man gave him a threatening look.
Stiles carefully drew his hands back.
“Okay, Sourwolf, use your words. What’s happening here?”
“You haven’t slept in days,” Derek said gruffly. “Now you need to either go home and get some sleep or sleep here, I don’t care. But you need rest. You’re not going to do the pack any good if you’re sleep-deprived.”
“Oh, I’m so glad to see this is for the betterment of the pack, then.”
Derek narrowed his eyes. Stiles sighed, flopping back onto the couch. He would never admit out loud that even doing that was like a weight had been taken off his shoulders. But maybe he could do with a little power nap.
Derek was still looming over him like a giant fluffy thundercloud. Stiles raised an eyebrow, gesturing down at himself.
“Dude, see? I’m resting. You can stop being all grumpy Alpha now.”
Derek looked at him for a long moment. Then he turned away, disappearing down the hall, and Stiles watched him until he was out of sight. Then he sighed, turning his gaze up toward the ceiling.
But Derek came back after only a few seconds with a blanket and pillow. Stiles sat straight back up.
“Dude, what are those?”
“I don’t know, Stiles. What do they look like to you?”
“You’re using sarcasm. I’m confused.”
Derek gave him a look that screaming nothing other than; ‘Of course, you are’ and Stiles frowned at that. But then the man was tucking the pillow at the end of the couch and draping the blanket over him, and Stiles felt a bit like a child being tucked into bed.
“You know, Sourwolf,” he said, laying back down. “We have to be married for you to be so marital about this. I’m just saying.”
Derek froze, standing over him. The man’s jaw ticked and Stiles was sure he was going to get his throat ripped out for a second. But then Derek just turned away, shooting Erica another red-eyed look as she continued to laugh, and Stiles was left alone.
He blinked at the ceiling again, head spinning.
Because he was pretty sure he still had no idea what had just happened.
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Movie nights had quickly become a pack favorite and that had thrown Stiles through a loop at first. Because he was pretty sure the pack would have a ‘to the death’ tournament before ever agreeing mutually on a movie. But then they figured out a pretty fair system which was really just Lydia tending to make the final decisions, and everyone was really just too scared to risk disputing her.
Even Derek never said a word.
That might’ve been why they watched romcoms and Hallmark movies more often than anything else, but Stiles didn’t really hate it. Pack nights meant spending his Friday nights with the pack instead of alone at home while his dad worked. They meant pizza, popcorn, and the occasional accompanying board game that almost always ended in declarations of revenge.
They were nice. Or something.
Because Derek was the one with the secret fortune, he always ended up buying the pack an entire stack of pizzas. Stiles had felt a little bad at first but then Derek got this glow when he ordered and passed out his pack’s favorite pizzas, and Stiles hadn’t said a word after that.
They’d already picked out some rom-com movie by the time Derek showed up with the pizzas and the pack was instantly crowding around him, each searching for their own. Stiles stayed lounging on the couch, fast-forwarding through the commercials, when Derek came over and set a box in his lap. Blinking, Stiles glanced up.
“Usually, I share with Scott.”
Derek’s ears turned red and he didn’t say a word, dropping onto the couch at Stiles’s side and facing the TV. Stiles continued to eye him, waiting for the other shoe to drop, but it never did. Carefully, as if it was going to grow arms, legs, and maybe attempt to eat him, Stiles lifted up the top.
It didn’t attempt to attack or eat him. He blinked at the pizza for a moment and then stared at Derek again.
“This is black olive and pepperoni.”
Derek gave him a flat look. Stiles narrowed his eyes.
“I never get black olives.”
“But you like them.”
“Yeah, but Scott doesn’t.”
“So?”
“Usually, I share with Scott.”
Derek rolled his eyes and faced the TV again. Stiles was half-aware of the pack watching them from their own spots and pizzas, but he proceeded to act like the rest of the loft was empty. Derek was very determinedly avoiding his gaze now and Stiles was ninety-percent sure that no one actually knew about his secret favorite pizza. Other than his dad, maybe. But Scott hated black olives so in return, Stiles never even bothered with that order.
Lydia muttered something about tension from the side and then the movie was officially starting. Slowly, Stiles tore his gaze away and faced the TV.
Derek moved closer and for a second, Stiles’s breaths caught. But then the man just took a slice of his pizza and Stiles stared at him incredulously.
“Derek.”
“What?”
“I’m so confused right now.”
Derek looked defensive. “Maybe you don’t always have to share a pizza with Scott.”
Stiles glanced across the coffee table, but Scott was wrapped around Allison and didn’t appear to have heard a word they said. When he looked back at Derek, he could’ve sworn the man looked a little smug, grunting and pulling the pizza closer to himself.
“Whatever. Don’t eat all my pizza.”
“I did buy it.”
“Oh, I see. So the Sourwolf is a fan of black olives too, huh?”
Derek shrugged and took another slice. Stiles made a few noises of protest which earned him shushing from all around the room. He gave the rest of the pack a stink eye and then turned it to Derek. 
“You’re eating all of my pizza.”
“I’ll buy you another.”
“Soon? Tonight? Is this a marriage proposal, Sourwolf?”
“You’re an idiot, Stiles.”
But Stiles just eyed the man and his red face and wondered if he really was. He stared until it had probably been too long and Derek gave him another flat, slightly murderous look, and then tore his gaze away. But he wasn’t even paying attention to the movie now.
And he didn’t for the rest of the night.
Not with Derek sitting right up next to him, so close that Stiles could probably fall asleep on his shoulder if he wanted to. Not that he ever would. He appreciated having a throat. But he was also pretty sure there was plenty of space further down the couch.
Not that Stiles was complaining. Not at all.
He was just… intrigued.
-
Stiles sat in the middle of his bed with a blanket wrapped around his shoulders and tried to pretend the man sitting a few feet away wasn’t Derek Hale.
It was nearing midnight and Stiles had attempted to kick Derek out, he really had! But then the man had grunted something about needing help with the wendigo that they were tracking and Stiles found himself unable to dispute that. Which might have been why he was sitting in his pjs while Derek Hale poured over the research he’d attempted; two empty fast food bags abandoned a little ways over and Stiles’s open laptop playing the first Avengers as he claimed a need for the second distraction.
This was probably a dumb idea. Because his dad was home, Derek had never come over when his dad was home, and every time Stiles heard a noise outside his bedroom door or downstairs, he had to smother the fight or flight urge.
It wasn’t like his dad didn’t know Derek swung by sometimes, but… Stiles didn’t often divulge the consistency of Derek’s nightly visits. He was terrified his dad might have words to say about that if he did.
“Hey, dude,” Stiles said, glancing back over. “Remember that one time you used to be afraid of my father? Yeah, I do too. When did that change?”
“We’re not doing anything wrong.”
“Oh wow, no. Not at all. Other than werewolf stuff at midnight in the middle of a school week.”
Derek blinked, glancing up from the bestiary. He actually looked confused and Stiles wondered for the first time if Derek even realized the hours that had passed since he’d shown up. Through the window of course, because Derek might claim to not be scared of his dad, but he never actually used the front door, did he?
Stiles wondered if that was a werewolf thing. But no… that was vampires, right? The whole, invite-only shebang.
Derek glanced at the laptop screen and winced. Stiles barked a laugh.
“Oh my god, Sourwolf, you totally lost track of time. What, does being around this amazing token human make the hours blur by? I always knew you liked me.”
“Shut up, Stiles.”
“The classic response. I think that means I’m starting to get through to you. Or underneath your skin. Or something.”
“Like a parasite.”
“Hey, rude!”
Derek just smirked at him. Literally smirked. Stiles didn’t really know what to do with the way his heart fluttered at that and he very pointedly fixed his gaze back on the laptop screen. Derek shuffled around a little bit more, gathering up the papers, and Stiles blinked at him.
“Uh, what are you doing?”
“... Leaving.”
“Okay, dude. Why?”
“It’s past midnight and your father is home.”
“Oh my god,” Stiles said, rolling his eyes. “Look, he already knows you show up and random times like a total creeper. Heck, from the things he asks me sometimes, I’d be worried he thinks we’re married or something. If you hear him come upstairs, just duck under the bed or something.”
Derek’s expression was flat but his ears were burning bright red. “Stiles, I’m not hiding underneath your bed from your father.”
“I mean… there’s always the closet, but—”
“Good night, Stiles.”
Stiles clamped his mouth shut and watched the man set the stack of papers and books on his desk. He offered his best glare when Derek glanced back, but the man didn’t seem to care. In a couple of seconds, Stiles’s window was being pushed up, the cool night air was breezing in, and then Derek was gone.
Stiles stared at the window for a moment longer, still glaring. That slipped away into a small frown, which slipped away into nothing. Sighing, Stiles shut his laptop and pulled himself up.
It was then that he realized Derek had forgotten his jacket on the back of Stiles’s desk.
For some reason, that made him smile.
-
The intruding pack took Stiles because he smelled like Derek. Which meant maybe wearing the man’s leather jacket around all the time and conveniently ‘forgetting’ to bring it back to the loft during pack nights wasn’t the best idea he’d ever had.
But Stiles didn’t always have the best ideas. So whatever.
He may or may not have been conveniently wearing Derek’s jacket when he was taken from the school parking lot and at first, he was pretty sure they thought he was Derek. But then when he severely lacked in blazing red eyes and fangs, Stiles was hit over the head and stuffed into the trunk; not the best way for them to introduce themselves, if he had a say in it.
He didn’t get a say in it.
By the time the car stopped moving and Stiles was moderately coming back to consciousness, he was hauled out and dumped to the ground with enough force to nearly knock him out again. His ears rang and Stiles groaned, a foot sinking into his stomach the moment he tried to make a sound.
“Can it, kid.”
Stiles clenched his jaw, eyes squeezed shut in pain. The ground beneath him was cool; probably cement. The sound of footsteps around him echoed through the air and Stiles had put two and two together before he was opening his eyes again.
What was it with the Beacon Hills big-bads always living in abandoned warehouses? Stiles would just like to ask.
The pack wasn’t very big when Stiles glanced around. A handful of blue-eyed betas gave him guarded looks as the man that Stiles could only assume was the Alpha stepped out of the shadows. He flinched away as the wolf approached and promptly scrambled up, only to be kicked back down by a beta behind him again.
Laughter filled the air. Stiles scowled.
“You realize Derek’s going to kick all of your little furry asses, right?”
Laughter turned to growls. The man paused in front of Stiles and offered a sharp-toothed grin. “Derek Hale. The Alpha to a bunch of teenagers.”
“Have you ever pissed off a teenager? Cause it never ends well. Especially if they have furry problems and terrible control.”
“You smell like the Alpha.”
Stiles felt his face turn a little hot. “That’s an innocent mistake.”
The man must have heard his heart skip an audible beat because his expression turned even more amused. Stiles scrambled back as he took a step forward; but a sharp growl at his back had him freezing. Swallowing hard, Stiles turned back forward.
“What do you want with Derek?”
“We wanted to talk.”
“Dude, you nearly ripped my throat out earlier. That’s a crappy start to a conversation.”
The Alpha’s expression was nothing but sinister. Stiles dropped his gaze to the floor before the Alpha moved closer and he was on his guard again. Because he wasn’t Derek. So what the hell did they want with him?
“Clearly, kid, you matter to the Alpha.”
Stiles looked up in surprise, but the man looked completely serious. Despite himself, Stiles rolled his eyes. “Yeah, about as much as a parasite living underneath his skin.”
The man’s eyes narrowed. Stiles snorted.
“It’s an inside joke.”
“I see. If we killed you, how much would it hurt him?”
Stiles’s blood went cold. He froze in his position and tried to ignore the growls that erupted behind him. A shiver crept down his spine and he silently wondered how long he’d have to ramble for in order to keep his throat intact until Scott, Derek, or someone came.
“I’m a thorn in Derek’s side,” Stiles said weakly. “Seriously, dude. He won’t care if you kill me.”
“So you’re useless then.”
Stiles swallowed hard. “Uh, no? I know some really good jokes and have been told that my rambling is the perfect way to pass the time. I mean, if you really want me to shut up then grunt, growling, and the occasional shove into the closest wall is usually Derek’s go-to. Might I recommend that?”
The Alpha stepped closer and Stiles scrambled up. This time, there was no one there to kick him back down and he stumbled in panic across the warehouse as the pack advanced closer. Stiles would really rather not be found by his dad mangled and torn apart, thank you very much. He’d really rather not go that way. 
Stiles had wolfsbane mace in his backpack. But that had been left on the ground when he’d been taken.
“Look, look,” Stiles said, throwing up his hands. “I’m sure we could make an arrangement here! How about you let me go, I’ll give you a thirty-minute head start to run from Beacon Hills, and then never mention to my pack how ugly you all were?”
Eyes lit up the darkness; four pairs of blue and one pair of red. Stiles chuckled weakly.
“Or I could just never mention the ugly part ever again?”
The Alpha’s face shifted and a squeak built up in Stiles’s throat as the man moved forward, fangs and claws gleaming. But before he could have his throat ripped out, there was an echoing roar that filled the air, followed by a series of howls.
Sometimes, Stiles hated the pack’s timing. Sometimes, he was just relieved they actually showed up.
The Alpha whirled around and howled back. Stiles stood stock-still as he spotted Derek coming out of the darkness and the man’s eyes snapped to him first, face fully shifted.
“Stiles, get back!”
He really didn’t need to be told twice. Stiles scrambled back as the others moved forward, wishing for nothing more than his mace or baseball bat. He was totally going to start carrying a knife on his person. Goddammit, he was going to start carrying multiple knives on his person.
Stiles didn’t make it far before there was a pain ripping through his shoulder and he was yanked back. He went hard to the floor, vision spotted red with pain, and then he spotted one of the betas from earlier. The one who’d kept kicking him around.
Stiles snarled, trying to pull himself back up. The man’s blue eyes shone in the dim light.
“Don’t mean anything to the Alpha, huh, kid?”
“I really think he just hates doing research,” Stiles said, scrambling back. “I also have a theory he doesn’t know how to properly work a computer. Or you know, I’ve just gotten underneath his skin. Like a parasite.”
“Inside joke?”
Stiles offered his most winning smile. “Inside joke.”
The beta snarled and leaped forward. 
In the past, Stiles had been used as bait, become a popular accidental target, and spent too many of his weekday nights running through the preserve for his life. So he was able to dodge swiping claws fairly easily, pinwheeling around the beta with a yelp. Stiles retreated away and caught sight of his friends beyond the approaching ‘wolf, noticing with a sinking heart that they were all still engaged.
The beta seemed to realize that as well because he approached slowly. Claws out, fangs bared. Stiles moved backward until he was tripping over a bunch of cargo boxes and wood planks, and then he realized he was nearing the wall.
“Guess you don’t mean quite enough, kid.”
Stiles’s breaths lodged in his throat. God, he could not die like this.
He grabbed the nearest wood plank, swinging as the beta leaped forward again. It cracked off the side of his skull and the man roared, stumbling sideways. Stiles attempted to use that chance to make a break for the others, but he really should have known better than attempting to outrun a werewolf.
He was tackled back to the floor in less than five seconds, flipping to his back and kicking wildly out. It was times like this Stiles really wished for a pair of his own claws.
The beta dug claws into his shoulders. Stiles howled in pain.
Then the man was being yanked off.
Stiles caught a blur of movement. There was a thud and a whimper as the beta was shoved into the nearest wall and Stiles thought he caught the metallic scent of blood. Glancing blearily up, Stiles caught a flash of red eyes and Derek’s shaking body as he restrained a set of claws against the man’s neck.
“Your pack turned tail and ran,” Derek snarled. “This is your chance to follow them. But if I ever catch even the slightest whiff of your scent back in Beacon Hills, next time, I’ll rip out your throat. With my teeth. Got it?”
The man nodded. There were hands helping Stiles up as the beta moved around Derek and took off. He was gone from the warehouse in a matter of moments.
Stiles groaned as Erica steadied him by the shoulders a little too roughly, swaying on his feet. Derek’s red eyes flashed as he turned around and she quickly drew back.
“Perfect timing as always Sourwolf,” Stiles said, attempting a small grin. But dammit, he hurt. “Quite nice. Very romantic. I’d totally propose or something right now, but if I get down on one knee I don’t think I’ll be getting back up.”
Derek growled again. Stiles winced.
“Keep the grunts and growls on the down low, dude. I’m fine.”
“You’re hurt.”
“I’m moderately fine.”
Derek’s gaze snapped beyond his shoulder. “Go after the pack and make sure they are out of Beacon Hills tonight. I don’t want them even attempting to stick around. And call Scott. Tell him his best friend was hurt while he was skipping school with Allison and I’d like to have a chat.”
Stiles winced at that. “Oh my god, dude, please don’t do that. No chats needed. I’m moderately fine!”
“You,” Derek said, fixing his red eyes back on where Stiles stood. The shiver he got from that wasn’t fair at all. “Are going to a hospital.”
“Or maybe I could just take a shower and the loft and avoid freaking out my dad?”
There was blood making his shirt— and Derek’s jacket— stick to his skin, Stiles noticed. The leather had actually provided a little more protection against the beta’s claws, though. It was better than being in nothing but a thin t-shirt. Derek stepped forward, searching him up and down, and his face did something funny.
Stiles’s stomach twisted. He dropped his gaze.
“Fine. If you don’t say anything, I’ll go to the hospital. But only because I might need stitches.”
The sound that left Derek’s throat was nothing but feral. Maybe with a little bit of a whine? But Stiles just hunched deeper into the jacket and turned away, not waiting for the man. The other betas were already gone. Stiles had thought Scott might have been with them, but his heart sunk a little when he realized the boy had not been.
Though it's not like he could have known, right? Stiles could have been anywhere. He’d skipped out on classes before.
Usually for pack stuff.
He waited silently by the Camaro parked outside of the warehouse for Derek, still looking anywhere but the man’s face. And the ride to the hospital was a tense one.
Derek never asked for his jacket back. Just checked him in, stayed until Melissa came, muttered something about Scott and the others, and then was gone. Stiles didn’t know how he was supposed to feel about that.
He needed stitches. And when his dad had shown up, he’d seemed too relieved to be furious. 
Stiles supposed it was the little things.
-
He didn’t see Derek for a little while after that.
He didn’t know if it was because Derek was avoiding him or Stiles was avoiding Derek… but he wasn’t outright trying to, okay? He just didn’t go to a few pack meetings and Derek stopped swinging through his window every other night. Stiles stopped wondering if he would. Scott had a come by a few times for a solid two weeks and then he tapered off too.
Stiles threw himself into upcoming finals for his first senior semester. He couldn’t tell if his dad seemed relieved at this or worried at how little Stiles was leaving the house.
The man had even tried to bring it up a few times. Or, more so, he tried to bring up Derek.
Stiles did his best to just wave it all off.
So four weeks passed. To say Stiles was settling into the lull of things would be completely accurate and he was actually starting to remember what it was like to have a regular schedule. Not like he didn’t kind of miss pack movie nights, unexpected Derek Hale visits, or running around Beacon Hills for his life because... maybe he did? Just a little bit. Stiles figured he’d just give it time. So he could look Derek in the eyes without feeling like he was going to drown in embarrassment.
Derek’s jacket hung in his closet. Stiles hadn’t touched it since returning home from the hospital and he was pretty sure it was still covered in blood. Though, dammit, if Derek wanted it back, he could come get the thing himself.
And then Derek did come.
The last thing Stiles had expected was a visitor, so when his window was opened without a warning, his first reaction was to leap out of bed and launch the closest thing nearby at the intruder. Much like the first time.
Except this time, it wasn’t a soda.
There was a loud grunt and a curse as Stiles’s fifth-grade soccer trophy bounced off of Derek’s head. This time, the man didn’t fall off the roof, which Stiles thought was a plus. But he did look downright pissed off.
“Dammit, Stiles!”
“Dammit Stiles? Dammit, Stiles? Dude, what have we established about knocking!”
Derek glared with red eyes, pulling himself all the way into the room. Stiles glared right back, folding his arms over his chest and raising an eyebrow.
“What the hell are you doing here anyway?”
“What does it look like?”
“Uh, I dunno. Crawling into my bedroom like a total creeper after nearly a month of radio silence?”
Derek’s eye twitched. But Stiles didn’t budge.
“I’m fine, if that’s why you came. Or, your jacket’s in the closet. I…” he faltered a little bit, uncrossing his arms and dropping down onto the edge of his best. “I didn’t wash it. But I can do that and bring it by the loft later if that’s what you’d prefer.”
Derek was looking at him like he’d grown horns now. Stiles scowled.
“What?”
“I didn’t come for the jacket.”
Stiles looked at him for a long moment. His scowl slipped. “Oh.”
“I did come to see if you were okay.”
“I’m fine.”
“The stitches are out?”
“One week ago.”
“Oh,” Derek said and this time he was the quiet one. The man nodded, eyes dropping to his feet. “That’s good.”
“Yeah, well, you can go now.”
Grey-green eyes snapped back up. Derek actually looked startled. “You want me to leave?”
“You want to stay?”
“Why wouldn’t I?”
“Oh geez,” Stiles said, his anger mounting again. “Dude, I don’t know. Maybe because you haven’t come by in ages. You know, after dumping me at the hospital and then making like it was hot. I’m so sorry if I did something to offend you. I’m so sorry if me nearly dying was offensive to you!”
“Do you know why you nearly died, Stiles?”
“Because the token human is always the easiest to take a jab at?”
“No, you idiot. Because you smelled like me!”
Stiles froze, all of his anger dissipating. Derek looked at him with red eyes and if he was honest, Stiles had known that. He’d been an idiot. He’d pranced around in a leather jacket that made him feel all gooey for some reason and in return, the big baddies actually thought he mattered. Actually thought that Stiles Stilinski, token human, mattered.
Mattered to Derek Hale.
“You smelled like me,” Derek said, stepping closer. “And that got you hurt.”
“So what, you take off for a few weeks? What, Derek? What do I smell like now? Do I even smell like pack anymore?”
Derek’s face fell. Stiles felt his stomach twist.
“I don’t, do I?”
“It gets you hurt. I shouldn’t have— started things.”
Stiles stared at him for a long moment. Then he swallowed hard, retreating a step back. “Things? What, like the research projects? The pack nights? Cause that’s not allowed, is it? Derek Hale isn’t allowed to let people think he cares. Well dammit, Sourwolf, you were really good at that. I almost fell for it too.”
Derek’s eyes flashed for a moment. Shaking his head, Stiles turned around and pulled the closet open, pulling out the man’s jacket. It was still a little bloody when he shoved it into Derek’s hands and the man visibly flinched.
“Just… tell Scott the things your pack needs. I don’t have to come over anymore, dude. And you don’t either.”
Derek’s face was tight when he looked at Stiles, expression betraying nothing. The man nodded and started to turn away and Stiles clenched his jaw hard, looking at the floor. Because dammit, he’d messed things up. He’d turned a good thing sour.
He should have returned the stupid jacket right away. He shouldn’t have been so dumb.
Silence fell over the room. When Stiles dared glance back up, Derek was looking at the jacket in his hands. The man’s shoulders were tense and he just stood there. Window open, the cool night air breezing in. His grip was white-knuckled around the jacket.
Stiles clenched his jaw even tighter when the man turned around.
“I do care.”
Stiles’s heart skipped a beat. Derek dropped the jacket to the floor, nudging it away, and then glanced back up. Grey-green eyes searched Stiles’s face.
“I— I do care. And I’d like to care. For a while. But I can’t do that if you get hurt and I can’t do that if you die, Stiles.”
“I’m not going to die.”
The man gave him an exasperated look. Stiles swallowed hard.
“... I don’t plan on dying?”
“But you can’t say that for sure.”
Stiles looked at him for a long moment. Then he stepped forward and brushed the tips of his fingers against Derek’s. The man shuddered, catching his hands, and Stiles offered a small smile. “Okay, so I can’t. But come on, dude, that’s the thing about promises. I promise stupid stuff all the time. Remember that time I vowed I was gonna marry you just because you brought me curly fries?”
Derek’s face turned red. Stiles grinned harder.
“How about you care a little, I care a little, and we trust that’s going to be enough? Because hell, dude, I don’t plan on dying anytime soon. I really don't plan on dying soon. And I mean, am I really much safer tagging at the pack’s heels instead of being a part of it? Instead of being… the Alpha’s?”
Derek’s eyes were red now. And they were locked on Stiles’s face as he shrugged.
“I just require the occasional curly fry delivery every now and then because you were in the area. And you’re not allowed to run after dropping them off.”
Derek didn’t say a word. Stiles raised a brow.
“Sourpuss?”
“You’d be mine,” Derek said. Stiles grinned.
“I mean, I don’t know a ton about marriage, but is that like a proposal? Because I am an eighteen-year-old teenager, Sourwolf, and I still need to finish high school. But yeah, I’d probably be okay with being werewolf married to you one day. Of course, that’s going to require a bit more bribing than some curly fries—”
Stiles cut off mid-sentence. Because suddenly, there were lips on his own, effectively shutting him up, and Stiles’s brain logged off as he realized Derek Hale was kissing him. Derek Hale. Of course, maybe he should have expected if because possible werewolf proposals—
Derek drew back for only a second. “Stop thinking so hard.”
And Stiles just grinned. Because Derek Hale was kissing him, Derek Hale cared, and Stiles was totally going to start making sure he used the front door instead of the window. His dad was going to have to be slowly introduced to this.
Or you know… with time. A little bit more time.
Stiles kissed Derek harder and decided maybe it could take just a little bit more time.
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I swear, this was not supposed to nearly be 6k words. But I wanted to make it 5+1 things and then I couldn't decide where I wanted to end it. So here we are! Thank you so much for the prompt nonnie, I had so much fun!
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ceruleanmusings · 5 years ago
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In the vein of the "What if" Marvel series, what's a "what if" scenario you like to think about or think would be fun to write for your OCs that won't appear in your fics? -Rhuben
The biggest one is what if I made Mel an alpha werewolf rather than a siren. I already know how that plotline would work:
Her father would be the alpha of their family, her mother an ex-hunter, and Mel a beta through birth.
At one point in her childhood Mel would get really sick to the point that her father would give up his alpha spark to save her.
She was probably poisoned with ingested wolfsbane *shrug*
Something about it went wrong so that she, instead, inherited her father’s alpha abilities while he became an omega.
She would have a tough time handling her abilities being only a child and from having so much power surging through her along with heightened senses and responsibilities
She and her family would still move to Beacon Hills in fourth grade to protect their family (or so her mother claims)
Mel would let Erica in on her secret right away so she would know about werewolves from the get go and have someone to lean on.
Through her mother, she’s introduced to the Hales. While she spent most of her time hanging out with Cora, she learned about being an alpha and a werewolf through Talia.
When the fire destroyed the Hales two years after moving to BH, Mel kept in secret contact with Laura as she, then, became the alpha of the family. It was rough at the beginning for Laura to trust and accept the teachings of a kid younger than her, but Mel had been an alpha longer and at least had better control over the powers being an alpha gave her.
Everything becomes quiet when Derek and Laura leave for school in New York. Mel continues her schooling in Beacon Hills and has a safe place to wolf out on full moons in Erica’s house
It’s not until Laura stops texting after revealing she returned to Beacon Hills that Mel senses something is wrong
Her father brings to her the news that a dead body was found in half in the Preserve and, fearing that it’s Laura, Erica and Mel go out looking for it
Instead they find Stiles and Scott and both groups give very bad excuses as to why they’re out there
Stiles: “You went to take a walk? All the way out here? In the middle of the night?” Mel: “Well, where else am I going to find gnomes?” Stiles: “There’s about ten of them on Ms. Bradshaw’s front yard!” Mel: “Yeah, well…why are you here?” Stiles: “…Science project.” Mel: “School hasn’t even started yet!” Stiles: “It’s that kind of attitude that’s going to start you off on the wrong foot!”
And Scott and Erica are just smiling at each other and being awkward
The two groups go their separate ways and Mel notices that she can smell Laura but she also smells fire
They hear Scott’s screams of pains and Mel runs back to find him and try to help him, only for him to have disappeared
She rushes Erica out of the woods just in case whatever attacked Scott wants to attack her
The next day at school she notices something off about Scott. No longer asthmatic, a better lacrosse player, seems to suddenly have become sensitive to a lot of sounds around school
And it hits her and she immediately tells Erica and then calls her dad to relay “Hey, Scott’s a werewolf now. I can smell it on him. The question is: who bit him?”
And then Allison comes along, which, of course, brings the Argents and the hunters back into the fray
And ontop of all this Mel has to come face to face with the fact that, as an Alpha, she may have to combat the other Alpha that bit Scott. And that she’ll have to form her own pack soon. And that she has to quell the desire in Erica to offer herself up to be her first beta werewolf while simultaneously trying to protect her
I’ve done a ficlet for this and may even write this out as it’s own side series to my own fic but right now it’s just an idea.
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theysaywhatasadsight · 6 years ago
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Fangs, Claws and Webshooters
A/n: This is for  @revengingbarnes  ‘s  10k writing challenge, the theme of which was TV shows. I chose Teen Wolf with Peter P. This was an interesting challenge to write! 
She walked out of ethics, books in hand, her friends giggling at a joke Rachel was making. She rolled her eyes and laughed at Rachel's annoyed face. Her phone chimed, causing her to do an awkward juggle as she took it out of her pocket.
“There’s an old warehouse near Tempaera's, 3 A.M. He'll be armed.” The peaceful facade of her being just another average college student was broken, replaced by the reality; she was a nameless and faceless mercenary, engaged in the slaughter of a new hunter. Misusing her werewolf abilities was not ethical, then again she had grown up in Beacon Hills, where every second week a new creature popped up, hell bent on destroying the world.
Shooting off a quick message to respond to another friend's text, she wondered what excuse she would make this time for skipping date night.
Having a significant other wasn't something she had yet become used to. There was flirting, of course, mild and harmless with all her brother's friends (and later even proteges; true alpha certainly attracted werewolves everywhere) but never something that was even borderline serious.
She’d never previously had any time to pursue relationships, nor any motivation. Between protecting her town and somehow finding the time to study to even get a chance at a decent college. Needless to say, when she made it to MIT, following in the footsteps of Lydia, the entire pack was overjoyed but sad to let her go.
She’d met Peter in Introduction to Programming Languages, where he’d crashed in 15 minutes late, sat next to her and spent the entire time answering every question that was put up. They soon developed competitiveness, which lead to sniping back and forth at each other, to studying together for tests and then failing when the two realized they couldn’t sit and study without getting distracted.
She had her suspicions he was...something, because of his accelerated stamina and ability to go without sleep forever apparently. Possibly a werewolf, maybe something else; she would have to check the bestiary to be sure. He didn’t mind the missed dates or the occasions when she suddenly disappeared back to California for a ‘family emergency’, so maybe he did understand her reasons.
Before she could text him, her phone rang. She smiled and answered.
“Won’t make it today, gotta study for a Chemistry test.” he told her and sighed.
“I was about to cancel too, something’s come up.”
“Are you cheating on me, YN? I don’t take well to being second choice.”
“Yes, I’m cheating on you with Captain America, happy? Ugh those baby blues, that hair, what can I even say?”
“At Least you didn’t say Iron Man, I don’t think my heart could take it if you went at it with my former employer; not to mention he’s married to the CEO of Stark Industries.”
“Ha ha, Pete, I’m dying of laughter.”
“That was the intention.”
“Whatever, bye. Love you.”
“Yes, I love me too.” she let out a chuckle of disbelief and hung up.
She sat down to do a bit of homework before heading towards the warehouse. Scratching her head at the question, she was debating calling Peter to ask for help when her phone rang again.
“Stiles.”
“Hey. You, uh, got my text?”
“Yeah. Who is this guy anyway?”
“He’s, uh, you remember those killings a few years back? Everyone supernatural was a target?”
“Hmm, I guess? Bunch of people thought they’d rid the world of evil. He one of them?” she sighed.
“The philosophy’s pretty common, YN. They think we’re monsters, that the world is better off without us. He’s a part of a group going after every creature in the bestiary.”
“Are they going after mutants too?”
“Not those in the accords, as far as I know.”
“Never thought you’d be snooping around in government stuff. What would the Sheriff say?”
“Be disappointed in me, probably. Which is what your brother is now. He called me in a murderous rage about how I was ‘endangering his sister’s life’ and how i ‘should be more responsible’, considering I’m ‘an older brother figure to her’”
“How are the two of you even responsible in any way? You throw yourselves at any danger you find! I volunteered to do this, Stiles, I’m capable.”
“Speaking of, when were we going to hear about this guy you’re dating?”
“How’d you find out?”
“Peter Parker; good grades, straight A student, interned for a billionaire, but got in on that same scholarship you did.”
“Misusing and taking advantage of your position?”
“Maybe. So I have to give a full report on him to Scott but if you could…”
“I’ll text you when it’s done, Stiles, I’ve got homework, bye!” she cut the call, smiling fondly.
She walked into the warehouse, whistling.
“Let’s make this easy for both of us. You stop hiding and come out, I kill you and I go back home and do my chem homework.”
“Werewolf. You took the bait.”
‘You’ve just started talking and I already want to kill you, God. How does your little cult stand you?”
“Your species is a walking plague. How many have you infected, little one?” he stepped into her view, brandishing a gun pointed straight at her.
“Plague? Species? I’m not some mythical beast.” she kept her tone taunting to hide the waver in her voice. It was only the 3rd time she was doing this. “I should go into bounty hunting, heard it’s lucrative.”
“You’ll have to get out here alive before you go making plans, beast.” he whispered before firing, she dodged and snarled, claws snapping and features shifting. She ran at him, swiping. He ducked and sliced at her right side with a knife. Crying out in pain, she fell, throwing her claws at him in frustration. He fell too, crawling backwards to get away from her. She stood up, grabbing a metal rod from his bag and dragging it towards him, it ringing on the floor.
“We’re going to do this old fashioned human way, then” she grunted, wincing at the cut near her kidney. “You added wolfsbane to the knife, huh? You’re pro, I’ll give that to you.” She hit at his wrist, making him scream and drop the knife. “But I’ve seen worse.”
She hit his abdomen, then his torso. The wolfsbane hurt like hell, and she was sure she was about to lose her vision.
“It’s not just wolfsbane, little one. It’s something much, much better.”
She swore under her breath as her legs gave out. Reaching out, claws extended, she closed your eyes, hearing powder showering down on the floor.
The man raised the gun a final time, saying a prayer to his gods. He smiled, squeezing the trigger-
The glass windows above crashed as a masked figure swung in. The man shot at whatever it was, but they were too fast. He was suddenly immobilized, down on the floor with sticky webs on his wrists that pinned him down.
Peter rushed to the girl lying inside the circle of what looked to be ash. The killer had a ritual apparently, where the victims were surrounded by ash and were gunned down. He turned the girl over, who was convulsing. Recognizing the face, he inhaled sharply. Picking up the rod next to her, he swung at the killer’s head, knocking him out cold. He picked up his girlfriend and strode out.
He laid her down gently on the asphalt and took his mask off. She was awakening gradually, gasping in pain.
“YN, hold on, okay, I'm calling an ambulance.”
“No, wait.” She coarsely whispered. He leaned over her. “Is the cut healing?”
“It's deep, really really deep.”
“There's a lighter in the pocket of my jacket. Take it out and burn the wound.”
“What? No, I'm not gonna hurt you more.”
“It'll help with the wolfsbane, Peter. Do it.” She groaned. He quickly took it out and switched it on, grimacing as he put it on her skin. The wound gave off yellow smoke and her eyes glowed. Her claws dug into the ground underneath.
“That's it, that'll take the wolfsbane out. Call whoever you want and tell them...tell them I was in an accident.” She managed to whisper before she blacked out. Peter looked at her, brushing away hair from her forehead.
She came to gradually, eyelids fluttering. Her head pounded and she had no control over her limbs. She tried to sit up, wincing. She was in the hospital, it seemed. There was commotion in the chair to the right. Someone abruptly sat up, blinking widely.
“Scott,” she whispered as he stood up and hugged her.
“Stupid girl. I told you, you don’t go after a manic killer on your own.” he kissed her hair.
“Did you two rescue me?”
“No, we got here a day ago. Your boyfriend called Stiles, the first number he found on your phone and Stiles called me and…”
“How long have I been out?” she cut him off.
“Three days.”
“Scott, whatever he shot me with, it was beyond wolfsbane, I couldn’t heal.”
“Yes, Lydia researched it, said it was some kind of hybrid derivative. These people, they’re trained to take us out. She’s trying to find an antidote.”
“Coffee, kid?” Stiles sat down next to Peter, handing him a cup.
“Yeah, thanks.” his eyes were bloodshot, not having slept for the past 3 days. After he left that warehouse, he had called in anonymously to the emergency services, telling them the location and the restrained killer inside.
“You should go get some sleep. I think they’re only allowing family as of now.” he sighed.
“Nah, I’m good.” Stiles nodded, as they sat in awkward silence.
“So, uh, Spiderman?”
“I’m sorry what?”
“You’re spiderman, right?”
“No, I’m not.”
“Kid, I work for the government, I know my way around.”
“Oh yeah? Well, your hometown's life expectancy is really, really low. Teens killed every year, 65 percent go out of town for college. Care to explain? Didn’t think so.”
Stiles grimaced. “You’re smart, kid. So, tell me this, are you one of those assholes hunting supernaturals?”
“What? No!”
“So, you’re not spiderman and yet managed to walk out of a skirmish with a, uh, serial killer, which, might I add, your werewolf girlfriend couldn't and called me?” He shrugged. “It’s your secret to keep, buddy, just, don’t put YN in danger.”
“She kind of did that on her own. At your suggestion, I believe.”
“I told her not to do it, okay? And she said, I quote “I have claws and fangs, Stiles, I intend to use them.” I mean, who says that? How can you get through college and be an assassin? It was different in high school.”
“How so? Were you all assassins for hire?” Peter turned to him.
“No, no no. We were just trying to live and supernatural shit would often come up and try to kill us. It was batshit crazy stuff.”
“I’m kind of familiar with that, except I never had a pack.”
“Boohoo, sob story, wait until you hear about when I got possessed by an evil spirit...wait what? So you do admit you’re Spiderman?”
“Look, I’ve missed three days of classes and my girlfriend is 3 rooms over trying not to die.”
“She’s like my baby sister dude, not that you should have any sisterly feelings for her, and..”
He paused when a nurse leaned down in front of the two.“Um, Mr. Parker? Mr. Stilinski? Ms. McCall is awake and requesting to see the both of you. I’d advise you to not give sudden shocks or news.”
She was talking on the phone when the two came rushing to the door. She held up a finger while Scott stood up from the chair he was sitting in.
“She’s talking to Mom right now, telling her not to worry.”
“She’s not listening.” she smiled as she cut the call. Glancing up, she saw the three figure standing at the threshold, all glowering. She sat up, got down from the bed and walked over.
“Okay. Scott, you’ve done your protective alpha thing already. Stiles, Peter, you two can battle to death over who gets to scream at me first. I, need that" she said grabbing Peter's cup and sipped.
“Okay, stop. You're not poisoning yourself with shitty coffee the minute you wake up.” Stiles took the cup back from her. “And lie down, please.”
She made a face and sat down on the bed. “How soon are they discharging me?”
“They'll keep you under observation for a few days.”
“I have classes to attend!”
“You didn't really care about that when you went after a gun-toting maniac.” Peter frowned.
She rolled her eyes and lay down again.
“That's not how I wanted you to meet Scott, you know.” You smiled at Peter as he dropped you off to your dorm a few days later.
“They're...nice, if a little…”
“Scary?”
“More like funny.”
“Hey, he's my alpha okay? We learned how to kill and maim before we learned calculus.”
“You'd make great friends with Black Widow, you know?”
“OH MY GOD, YOU KNOW HER?” He laughed as she poked him repeatedly, “Peter! Answer me!”
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Hello! Hello! Hope everyone is having a glorious weekend thus far.  With enthusiasm, we are finally introducing you to another spectacular creator, pettigrace. The author of buy and sell gravity, its sequel free fallin’ in the jungle lights, and other fantastic works across 5 fandoms! Why don’t we just dive in?
Omg, Yas! Hi. It took us a while to get here, but we finally made it haha. Why don’t you start by telling us about yourself? The twist, the word count has to be either equal to or less than the number of letters in your two favorite Teen Wolf episode names.
Motel California and The Divine Move are the only episodes I remember by name, so I guess they must be my favourites. (15 + 13 = 28)
My name is Yas, I am an aroace being from Germany and I absolutely fucking hate time travel. I work as a journalist sometimes and I love writing.
Oh wow, a journalist! I love meeting people who’ve made a living out of their writing! What’s a typical day like as a journalist?
Mind you, I am not your typical journalist. I may look like Clark Kent most of the time, but I don’t do the stuff he does (that extends also to the superheroing, sadly) - I work for the youth page of my local newspaper, which means I get to write a few articles about/aimed at children a few times a month. I usually go for reviews of media (as in books and tv shows most of the time but movies, games and all that jazz, too!) but every once in a while I get to do something bigger as well. That means (typically) interviewing people in sports clubs, writing about my personal experience about a topic or doing surveys about things. It’s not much, but my name is in the paper pretty much every week.
I’m trying not to be super impressed and failing, but that’s honestly phenomenal! Obviously, you’re a huge fan or movies, books, and tv shows. Did that influence your name, pettigrace?
It refers to Peter Pettigrew from Harry Potter! (But Yas, you go, isn’t that the guy who doomed James and Lily Potter? To which I say: He also killed Cedric Diggory! And faked his own death! And gave Voldemort back his body!) No, hear me out. I don’t love the guy. Hell, I hate Peter Pettigrew as much as we all do. But he’s an important character in the world of HP and doesn’t get the recognition for it. He’s the unsung villain of the story. Is he a good villain? Heck no, he’s probably one of the worst. He doesn’t even have his own agenda! Still, he symbolizes something that’s important to me when I look at characters: The way they develop. How they used to be in certain situations. General character development. We don’t talk enough about the secret talents and thoughts of him.
Also, ace. Because like many characters, I headcanon Peter Pettigrew as asexual. Thank you.
And, how did you find your way to the Thiam fandom?
Here’s the funny thing: I think that I only started shipping them as much as I do now while I already wrote fic for them. I don’t know, I saw the appeal because I love those ships with awful banter and the enemies-to-lovers trope, so the arguments Theo and Liam kept having right from the beginning practically screamed at me to ship them – even if it didn’t fully hit me yet and I hated Theo during season 5 (which is to say, I loved him as a villain. He has always been a great character, just not a good person.). I’ve read a couple of fics for them at the end of last year and then decided to write my own and both of those actions made me realize how well they fit together and helped me learn to appreciate them both in their own ways.
Gasp, How can anyone hate Theo?! Though, I might be a tad bias lol. I think a lot of people would agree with you about how well they fit together. Since you’ve only had time to grow in your appreciation for their relationship, why don’t we try a little game?
Let’s pretend this was a Stranger Than Fiction situation and you could predict any aspect of their lives with your writing. How would you set up the follow scenarios:
a. Their first postseason 6 interaction:
Okay, I’m a sucker for canon so let’s stay with that. I think that after the hospital scene, after Theo’s taken Gabe’s pain and the battle is won, it would not be Liam who approaches Theo to talk about. In my head, it would be Mason – he’s the one who realizes the significance of this, he’s the one who told him he doesn’t care enough to take someone’s pain (I think Liam doesn’t know about that in canon? If I remember wrong, let’s just pretend he doesn’t know.).
So I don’t know, maybe Theo leaves the hospital while everyone’s celebrating, completely overwhelmed and also feeling wrong there – he’s not part of this friend group and now that the battle is over, they don’t have any use for him any more, right? So he slips out; only to be followed by Mason. And we know Mason.
He’s clever and determined and he doesn’t back down from confronting someone. He doesn’t like Theo, he’s said as much, but now he’s seeing progress in him. He knows what an aide Theo has been for Liam, both in the fights and with his anger. He addresses all of this and Theo reacts like we all expect that he would: dismissive and sarcastic. Mason doesn’t buy into it for a single second, but he doesn’t try to make Theo stay when he says he needs to leave. I feel like it would actually be good for him to leave for a while because boy, does he need a time-out. Let’s be real. It’s clear that Theo isn’t as much of Liam’s responsibility any more. Liam doesn’t keep him close and he can leave and Liam wouldn’t feel like he needs to watch him. Theo’s come back from hell and then he’s had to fight battle after battle. He’s not friends with any of them and there’s no reason for him to stay around. So, he leaves, and Mason lets him leave, both because he gets it and he doesn’t really care if Theo is around or not.
Now Liam. I feel like even at that point in canon, Liam doesn’t really see Theo as a person. He knows him as a villain and as an ally but never just as Theo, and even with the almost-kiss between them (because that’s what the elevator scene has been, goddammit. There’s an attraction between them and it’s only been increased by the adrenaline, but especially Liam doesn’t really realize that he cares about Theo), he doesn’t even notice at first that Theo is gone. He’s too full of ecstasy and when he’s reunited with the rest of the pack, that only becomes more. It takes him a few days, maybe even weeks until he truly notices that Theo is gone. It’s not that he just forgets about him – Theo’s been present enough in the past few months, especially to him – so the remainder of him helping clings to Liam’s mind. He doesn’t ask anyone about Theo, though. It’s not like anyone really cares, he thinks. And he knows Mason’s dislike for the chimera, so bringing it up to him wouldn’t be fruitful either.
Of course, Theo comes back. Beacon Hills is his home and he just feels this draw back to it and (that much he can admit to himself) to Liam. He’s also the only one whose phone number he has so after much thinking – and Theo’s logical, so he doesn’t try to convince himself to ignore it – he calls Liam. It’s awkward because Theo had just disappeared like that (which Liam would call him out for) and maybe that leads to a fight between them; one that ends with Liam admitting he’s needed Theo around because he’s felt so restless and he’s not stupid, he knows that’s what it feels like to lose your anchor. Theo grows silent at that, not sure what to answer, and Liam almost hangs up because he’s too embarrassed by that confession and hell, they’re not even friends. He practically admitted to be in love with him, which is not even the case. They’re not in love yet, that’s for sure. But then, suddenly, Theo just says, “I’m coming home,” and that’s a promise.
The call would end shortly after that, with awkwardness hanging in the air, but Liam’s excited and content at the prospect of Theo coming back. And Theo, completely beside himself, sets off towards Beacon at once.
I have the image in mind (and heck if I knew if that works time zone-wise but maybe Theo’s still in the same) that the next day when Liam comes out of school, he finds Theo chilling in the parking lot, leaning against his truck like that’s his usual spot. Liam, not sure whether it’s appropriate to hug him or whatever but shit, is he happy to see him, jogs up to him and beams, saying, “You came.” And Theo, the little shit that he is, just rolls his eyes and clicks his tongue and goes, “Yeah. You’re paying lunch.” And then they climb into the car and ride off into the sunset.
(God I can’t believe this became almost two pages of basically just relationship study, I’m so sorry!!)
Never apologize for passion! What about a Thiam Double Date with any other ship from the show?
Well, Morey is obviously a given. Seriously, once Thiam started dating, Liam would definitely make the two of them see how much Theo has changed – I have no doubt it would become somewhat awkward, with Mason outright having stated that he despises Theo and Theo having worked with the people who killed Corey… Still, I think they’d go out for a movie or something or maybe just happen to be all at the Geyers’ home at the same time and maybe they would bond over video games or something.
I could also see that after some time, Theo would make up with Melissa. If he stays in Beacon Hills, he might end up being the one who brings her lunch – a weak attempt at making up for all the things he did to her and her family, but it’s the best they can do. After a while, Melissa would probably inquire him about what has happened and try to make him deal with the guilt; at the same time, she could see he’s different now, so then she insists that Scott and Stiles see it, too. So, she’s the one who’d set them all up. Probably a giant dinner or something at her house where she invites Thiam, Scalia and Stydia. And maybe she has Papa Argent over, too. It would be awfully tense, especially with Stiles’ and Malia’s hatred for Theo and maybe it ends in a disaster, who knows? But maybe Melissa mentions a fun story from when they were kids and Lydia, though she isn’t completely at ease either, would remember something she saw the guys do in elementary school (remember, she was there, too, even if they weren’t friends) – and then they would forget themselves and explain how they came up with the idea of stealing a toilet seat or something. They’d just chat about how things have been and then suddenly there’s a silent where they all swallow and remember that it can’t be like that anymore, can it? But there’s a promise: If they all can remember and laugh about it, and if Theo’s truly changed, then maybe there’s hope.
Finally, one conflict they’d have as an official couple:
Liam’s anger, without a doubt. I don’t think Theo can be as patient as fics make him out to be. He probably doesn’t know how to actually react to one of Liam’s outbursts and the way he talked to him during 6B wouldn’t always help. If Liam lashed out at him, Theo would probably let him – that’s another topic between them, the way Theo will accept anything as a sort of punishment for what he’s done. Liam would be overwhelmed by guilt and Theo would try to talk him out of it, say it’s okay and it’s not like he didn’t deserve it. And then Liam would tell him that no, he doesn’t. Theo’s already paid for his sins and he’s learnt to do better and anyway Liam isn’t his judge. It’s a vicious cycle because they’d argue and then Liam would get angry again and maybe then he’d just walk away and punch a tree, but the problem stands. I just made myself sad :(
If you could magically write any Thiam story with your mind, what story would you craft?
I have a few stories in mind that I want to write, especially for Thiam, but there’s one I keep putting off because it would require me to rewatch some of season 5 and basically all of season 6. I just don’t have the time or spoons for that at this point. If I had, though… Oh dear, hold on to your seats.
It’s told from Mason’s point of view, believe it or not. Either while or after he’s been possessed by the Beast, he’s developed powers of his own: He can suddenly see some kind of aura around people. It’s kind of a count for karma, with bad people having really dark colours while good ones have bright colours – later, though, he finds out that was aren’t general ratings but how the people view themselves. So, the last glimpse Mason gets of Theo is before he goes to hell. 
His aura is really bright except for a few specks here and there. When he comes back from hell, it’s the darkest Mason’s ever seen. 
Basically, the story would be about character growth and the way people see themselves. For example, both Stiles and Liam have darker auras than you’d expect them to have, because they’re good people, right? It wouldn’t surprise you after the nogitsune and Donovan that Stiles doesn’t think that of himself but Liam? It gives both the reader and Mason new insights into the characters of Teen Wolf.
The fic stays close to canon as it plays out, only that with Mason being the narrator, you get to see more of the puppy pack, of course. The way both Liam’s and Theo’s auras change as they interact with each other and Theo truly betters himself until in the end… Well, that’s it, right? Does the end stay lie in canon, too? Would Mason do something about the way his best friend feels better about himself when he’s around Theo? Who knows, definitely not me yet.
I’m excited to jump into your writing! First, if you could describe your creative process as a living entity, what would it look like? Wear? Listen? How does it handle conflict?
Hm, they‘re always around, though usually pretty chill in the background. Like, you turn around and they’re there but it’s not like they’re really annoyingly present, if that makes sense? I’m always working on something in the back of my head, and a lot of time it becomes more pregnant, so from time to time this person would be more active. And maybe they would be annoying from time to time, like when an idea doesn’t let me sleep or occupies my thoughts at all times, though that’s become a rarer happenstance lately. They’d be dressed pretty casually, maybe just a hoodie and sweatpants or something – my writing isn’t anything extravagant, and neither is the process of it for me. Actually, I don’t think they’d be a person, to be honest. I literally just described my cat.
ALOL, well, looks like we’ve discovered one of your writing influences haha! Do you and your cat have any Writing Kryptonites?
Oh, probably action. Which is especially sad in regard to Teen Wolf because you can come up with such amazing fight scenes in this fandom! But I’m struggling with writing motion, actually. No idea if it’s just that my vocabulary is limited in that area, being non-native to English and all, or if I generally suck at it, but it always feels so wrong to me. I write from a single person’s perspective, usually, so I’m limited to what they see and how they move and even then, it doesn’t feel swift enough. I’m working on that, though – there was a time when my writing basically only consisted of dialogue, and that became much better during the past years.
That’s amazing! What are some ways that you try to better your writing? Besides, well...writing haha. Have you done any type of skill building that you thought worked for you?
Most of it has definitely come just from continuing writing, to be honest. I’ve only once told myself to actively focus on something (it was really early in the beginning of my writing where I tried to get more skilled in describing people - the way they look and move, stuff like that). Otherwise, it’s basically just that. In writing class ,there were a few things you could try out, such as focussing on different emotions while writing or something.
Things that do the trick for me, usually, are PoV switches (meaning one chapter from A’s perspective, the next from B’s, stuff like that) and waiting to write something specific until I’m in the same mood as well. So if a character’s particularly sad in one scene, I’ll leave that for a time where I am sad as well. It works well for me because I don’t write chronologically anyways.
And is there one trope or scene that always ends up in whatever you’re writing? 
Well, I barely write anything that doesn’t include an asexual character. Also, there’s always some meta-ish reference to canon in AUs and, weirdly enough, I always have characters either watch or talk about Star Wars. That even happened before I watched the movies myself!
In case of Teen Wolf, there’s always the act of redemption for Theo. I feel that it’s an essential part of both him and Thiam as a relationship – the way Theo grows as a person and becomes better. I’m a sucker for parallels to canon, so that’s always a topic in one way or another. Of course, Theo doesn’t kill someone in every AU, but he deals with something that holds him back, makes him kind of a bad person, every time.
And then, I always come back to his friendship with Scott and Stiles, especially the latter. I’d have loved to see more of that in canon, maybe in stories or flashbacks or something. You’ve always had Scott and Stiles as practically one entity up to season 5 and suddenly Theo comes along, and you’re supposed to believe they used to be three? And nothing was ever mentioned? Of course, the writers only came up with that plotline for season 5, it makes sense they didn’t have anyone discuss Theo before. Still, it feels like something is missing there to make you truly believe it and I love to reflect on that, play with it. Stiles’ stance towards Theo draws me in a lot – how come he doesn’t trust him right away? Was something happening between them? How would it have been if Theo never left? I love to dig into that.
Mental illness is also a big thing for me. We have canon evidence for mental illness, even if they’re never named. They all must have PTSD. Stiles shows extreme signs of ADHD. Lydia is practically a survivor of sexual abuse. Multiple characters have attempted suicide. Liam is canonically diagnosed with IED. It would be ignorant not to refer to any of that while writing. Lots of fics I’ve read mention the struggles, depict them greatly, but only a few talked about handling them, about recovery. It’s about time we make progress in that department.
Hmm very true. And not a thought, as a perpetual fluff writer, that I’ve considered until now. You deal with quite a bit of mental issues within your main story, Buy and Sell Gravity. Before we chat about it in depth, can you give us a quick synopsis?
Buy and sell gravity starts with one of Liam’s outbursts of anger. In his social studies class, Monroe has talks badly about adoptive/step-parents and Liam started arguing with her until said he sent him out. So, then he goes and slashes her tires in classic Liam-style. Theo, who has only moved back to Beacon Hills recently and is surrounded by awful rumours, but nothing specified, catches him and decides to take care of it. He saves Liam’s ass and in return he demands that Liam pays for his food during lunch. But then they actually become friends and Liam learns more and more about Theo.
And did anything inspire you to create the premise?
The idea just came me at random – I just had that image in mind of Thiam making a deal. It’s classic romcom stuff, right? And I had thought it would just turn into a lengthy oneshot at most but now it’s the longest thing I have ever written. It’s crazy.
The story is told from Liam’s perspective. Do you think the story would unfold differently had we’d experienced it from Theo’s POV?
I’m actually writing a sequel at the moment, which is from Theo’s perspective. There’s references to buy and sell gravity, of course, so you actually do get part from Theo’s point of view! In general, though, had you seen it all from his point of view, the slow burn would have felt even longer, I imagine. The sound of the fic would have been darker, because that’s Theo’s mindset for the most of it, and there wouldn’t have been so many questions. Theo doesn’t really wonder about anything in this fic, he reflects and draws his own (mostly correct) assumptions. I feel like it would have sounded pretty monotone – it made sense to only pick up his PoV in the sequel and if you’ve read buy and sell gravity, you might be able to tell why. He’s opening up more towards the ending and a more pleasant person to be around to.
I’ve noticed most of your stories turn into longer fics. Have any tricks for keeping yourself motivated to write those longer plots? (Clearly, this is purely self-indulgent here haha. It’s a near miracle if I stick through a long, complex plot!)
I usually only start posting multichaptered fics once they’re already finished. This way you can motivate yourself by going “Well, if you don’t finish it then you won’t post it, nobody will see it and you worked for nothing.” That method works well for me because I love recognition for my works, even if a lot of them are for obscure pairings.
In case of buy and sell gravity, I’ve already started posting while working on it, however. I’ve felt stuck because it’s been my first fic for Teen Wolf, so I was very unsure about whether I hit the characters correctly, if it felt believable; stuff like that. I needed feedback from more than one person and since I’ve never really been in the fandom, going ahead and posting it was my only option. I wanted to know whether it was worth continuing working on it. the feedback was amazing and the fact that a few people came back for every new chapter was a wonderful motivator. Oh, and it certainly doesn’t harm when you have someone literally show up on your doorstep and demand you write a new chapter.
Your first Teen Wolf fit?! Impressive!! Is Teen Wolf now your ultimate favorite fandom to write? (*Wink Wink*) Or, do you have another favorite fandom/ship to write for?
The Arrowverse is generally my favourite fandom. I love all the shows and the way it consists of multiple worlds give you so many things to take away from! You can write any AU, you can write for abandoned timelines or worlds, crossover between the shows and ship practically anything. You can go all out, have doppelgängers appear (like one evil and one good version of the same person, stuff like that). There are no limits. Writing for it is fun because you can draw from so many shows and even include the original comics, if you want. Right now I’m (and have been for the past one and a half years) working on a Groupchat AU set in the Arrowverse where everyone is a member of the LGBTQIA+ community and even that doesn’t seem too out of character.
As to a ship, I probably enjoy Simon Lewis/Raphael Santiago from Shadowhunters the most. Writing for them is almost easy because I can relate to both so much. Depending on which mood you’re in, you can write Simon’s optimistic and reference-heavy rambling or maybe you write the angst that constantly underlines Raphael’s thoughts. I can always find a way to write for them because they’re so different and yet fit together so well.
Yoooo, we could honestly strike up a whole subconvo dedicated to Simon x Raphael lmao. Since we’re supposed to be all about Thiam around here, I’ll restrain myself and simply agree about your opinions on Saphael. (I’ll miss them, sad face)
Being a writer of many fandoms then, what’s your ultimate Teen Wolf crossover with any other show or movie universe? What character would you see interact?
God! I’m a sucker for crossovers with DC! There’s a few I read where Stiles is always the person in question (whether he’s a member of the Batfamily or the brother of The Flash, I’ve read both of those cases, haha). I love the connection of the Teen Wolf world with DC Comics. I wrote a retelling of a Flash episode with Thiam in the focus and someone else wrote a Under the Red Hood AU which still keeps me in awe. (And also, it’s too funny how much the casts overlap, the double identities practically overlap – suddenly Liam is Superboy, Derek is Superman, Allison is a mafia daughter, Jackson as Red Arrow… It’s great.)
Otherwise, what I haven’t seen yet: Twilight. I’ve (re-)discovered my love for it last year and honestly? Let those mix up! Washington and California are both on the West Coast!! I have no idea about how far exactly but let them meet! Let Emmett Cullen beat up Peter Hale! Have Edward and Derek suffer together through their depression and Scott and Jasper try to comfort everyone. Lydia and Alice? Nobody’s dying on their watch. Let Rosalie and Malia kick ass together and Melissa and Carlisle swap hospital stories! Stiles and Bella hanging out together, being sarcastic little shits and also way too much into all this stuff. Hell, I’m gonna write this myself if I have to! (Otherwise I accept fic recs. Thank you.)
Before we wind down, what’s the best advice you’ve ever gotten? Any advice you feel compelled to share? 
I used to be really bad at discussing plot ideas with people – I dunno if it was an irrational fear of them running off with what I thought of, but it’s been there. I’ve been in a creative writing class about two years ago and there I was basically forced to do it. It helped somewhat with the progress of my story and being around people who like to do the same thing as you is always a great motivator.
I don’t listen to those conventional writing tips, like what atmosphere you’re supposed to have around you and how to depicts things. Writing is a personal experience and you can do it in a way you seem fit. Not everyone feels at ease in the same environment, so just write when you feel like it. Forcing yourself to do it doesn’t help anyone – except you can only work under stress, of course! See? There’s that individuality again, ruining my own writing tips.
Ahahaha, advice giving is a definite catch-22. Thank you for hanging out with us!! What’s next for you in the world? Both creatively and lively?
I’ve started an apprenticeship to become a bookseller this month! It’s a huge change compared with the life of a student that I had before, but after finishing my Bachelor‘s degree last December, it’s what I needed. Sadly it means that I don’t have as much time to write as I’d like, but I’m doing my best to squeeze in some of that. For Teen Wolf I‘m meaning to wrap up free fallin‘ in the jungle lights finally - otherwise, there’s a few WIPs in the Arrowverse and (uncharacteristic for me) MCU lurking on the back of my brain.
Anything else you’d like to share, in general. The floor is all yours!
I’m not really in the Thiam fandom, I think (really, the number of people I actually chatted with outside of ao3 comments can be counted on one hand), but here’s a massive shoutout to everyone! To the people who write, the people who read, the people who leave long comments, the artists, the meta-people, the ones with the headcanons. The people here from the officialthiamlibrary! You make writing a better experience and your opinions and reflections upon the show and characters help me become better at understanding them. Thank you all for being so lovely and just… into it. You’re all amazing!
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mojoflower · 7 years ago
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Underappreciated Sterek Fics Rec List
These are fics that all have less than 200 bookmarks, and I feel that they need more.
♥ The Demon Barber of Maple Avenue by heyshalina, marshmallowfluff  M.  14k.  When Stiles woke up on a Friday with his hair far too long for his own comfort, he decided he needed a haircut. He was not expecting the whole situation to end with Derek finally succumbing to their mutual sexual tension.Or the ghouls. He especially wasn't expecting to be eaten by ghouls.Basically, Stiles doesn't know anything super useful that's not supernatural-related. He has excellent butt-dialing skills, though, so that's a plus.
So funny.  "Yeah, I know," he said decisively, trying to look like he'd been perfectly aware that sitting down at the barber shop was a thing you could do. He took a step sideways towards the nearest chair. Natalie looked back down at her computer. He took another step. Then another. Then he turned and walked confidently towards the chair. He had just started lowering himself into it when Natalie called to him. "Stiles, we're ready for you now!" He jumped up from his half-crouched over position and his bangs fell back into his eyes. He flicked his hair out of his face with a jerk of his head, and felt sort of like Justin Bieber, before the guy cut off his hair because people said he looked like a lesbian. In a moment of fear, Stiles glanced across the room at his reflection in one of the mirrors. Did he look like a lesbian? He didn't want to look like a lesbian. Not that lesbians were bad or anything. But lesbians were only attracted to women, technically. He didn't want that kind of label applied to him.
Control by Badwolf36 M.  12k.   After (and their lives are always defined by “after.” “After” Derek’s family burned. “After” Scott got bit. “After” Gerard and the Kanima and the Alpha Pack and the Darach) the Nogitsune is pulled from him, Stiles becomes obsessed with control.
Sweeter, more heart-wrenching and innocent than you'd think.  So good.
The Time Stiles Totally Knew What He Was Doing by otatop G.  1k.  Stiles aggressively woos himself. // Derek is there too.
This is so. FUNNY.
♥ Eagle Lake by saltandbyrne E.  29k.   It was supposed to be an easy summer job. But everything at this camp is a little odd, and that Hale boy from the hardware store? Definitely too good to be true. Everyone seems to have secrets, and sometimes the truth is stranger than anything Stiles can imagine.
Lovingly earns every hot, throbbing inch of its E rating, seamlessly and hilariously interspersed with bits like this:
Or maybe he's actually going to eat Stiles, because seriously, since when do handsome strangers just show up at boys' camps in the middle of nowhere with any plans other than serial killing? Stiles is going to get serial-killed, and all he can do is look up at his future cannibal axe-murderer and gape.
A fear-boner is definitely a real thing, because Stiles is sporting one so big that the awkward police can probably see it from space. In a lifetime of inexplicable boners, Stiles is pretty sure that his “I'm about to get cut into little pieces by a gorgeous psycho” woody is the least 'plicable.
Good Touch by ksalterego M.  6k.  Derek notices that Stiles doesn't have a pack, so Stiles doesn't get pack hugs. Stiles clearly wants pack hugs. Also, Stiles smells far too much like Scott, far too often. // Derek decides to do something about it all.
So, I have a THING for fics featuring a touch-starved Stiles.  Really sweet... Stiles needs hugs so badly.
Keep The Earth Below My Feet by plume_bob M.  12k.  There's history to be found in the box of his mom's old memories, but history is problematic when Stiles thinks Derek might be the only one who knows the story. And, as usual, relying on Derek is an exercise in emotional juggling that Stiles is just not equipped to handle.
So fucking gorgeous, I can't even.  The author's turn of phrase is beautiful:
“Are you fishing for me to tell you you're funny?” Derek asks slyly, like Stiles is a book he can open at any page and immediately follow.
and
“I'm not made of wet paper towels, Derek,” Stiles tells him, harder than he'd imagined it'd come out with him feeling like—well, wet paper towels. Sorta. Wet paper towels laying on an exposed electrical wire. “You're not gonna break me.”
Omg, Derek is doing his tattoo, and they're practically having sex AS HE INKS HIM, and it's really unbearably hot.
The Owl by 8611 M.  8k.  The owl keeps his forest, and everything inside of it, safe. Even a pack of wolves.
Oh my god, such a gorgeous and vivid fairy tale.  Stiles is perfect as Owl, just watching.  The end is a little sad, in the way that fairy tales can be, but don't let that stop you, because the beauty... is lovely.
Into the Woods by KrisEleven  T.  10k.  “Well, yeah, I’m following someone," Stiles explained. Eyebrows raised as Derek's judging increased. “Not in a creepy way! It’s my best friend and his girlfriend.” One side of his stupid mouth rose in a wry smile. “Not like – they’re lost!” // Now Derek didn’t look amused at all. He looked back at the paper, no doubt noting that they had planned to have returned almost 48 hours ago. “You have to report that.” // “Oh, yeah, I didn’t think of that,” Stiles snarked. “Of course I reported it. I called the ranger station yesterday.” // “And they told you to stay out of the forest while they conducted a search.” It wasn’t a question. // “Well, okay, maybe that was said, but –” // “You’re an idiot,” he told Stiles, rolling his eyes.
Or, When Scott and Kira get lost on a romantic hike in The Siskiyou Wilderness, Stiles enlists the help of Mountain Man Derek Hale to find them and ends up on a completely unexpected romantic hike of his own.
He pulled items at random as he recognized them and thought of situations in which they could possibly be necessary. He put back the second can of bear mace after some deliberation. If that many bears attacked him, he would be dealing with some deeper issues.  Lol.
How to please your house spirit by Lesatha  M.  14k.  Derek startled awake in the middle of the night. For a split second he didn’t know why, then as he felt a strange weight on his chest, he raised his head and looked down. And stayed speechless. // There was a tiny creature, barely the size of Derek’s whole hand, sitting on him. It had a human shape, from what Derek could see. // It looked furious.
ohmygod this is infinitely adorable, Stiles is a (murderous, multitasking, shapeshifting) little shit (so is Peter) and Derek is utterly wrapped around his (occasionally) tiny finger.
♥ In Which Stiles Finds He Much Prefers When Interesting Things Happen to Somebody Else by Zoom Zoom (PaperLillyWebs)   T.  21k.  “Finish what you start,” the skull rasps at him, making him jump. When he looks up, the skull is just as still as before.Loosely based on Howl's Moving Castle by Diana Wayne Jones.
What a fun story!  Stiles the apprentice is every bit of adorable, his Master Hale is a shadowy, mean kind of figure, and something's going on where none of the ends match up.  The story borrows the Howl's Moving Castle world, but that's all, none of the plot or characters.  I love it.
Attach me to your world by artisan447  E.  27k.  Turns out Stiles is magic. He's as surprised about that as anyone.
Sweet, sexy and intense:  everything you want a surprise bonding fledgling magic fic to be.
♥ Fasten You to Me by nubianamy  E.  21k.   The day gravity stopped working, Stiles was jogging through the park.
This story is so awesome, and surreal and frightening and sweet.  Stiles is jogging in the park when suddenly reality departs... and all the people go falling into the sky.  He straps himself to a root, manages to catch Derek, and then they spend the next three days together as the world disappears into a dense fog.  They get to talk a lot, of course, and more than talk (and wow, Stiles has had a crush on him since he was a little kid!).  But every once in a while, Stiles goes cold, and there are no words in his mouth, only a song, and everything recedes, and that's when Derek gets really scared and starts singing Beatles songs in his dreadful off-tune voice, trying to combat Stiles' song, trying to bring him back.
I fucking love this story.
A Hundred Echoes by hunters_retreat  E.  28k.   In the wake of life altering events, the Beacon Hills pack is trying to settle into some semblance of normal.  After the nogitsune, all Stiles wants is to be able to breathe easy and know that his friends are safe.  When Stiles begins to dream of his friends though, they turn out to be something extraordinary.  Stiles is a spirit walker.  The dreams leave him empathic and unable to control himself, but salvation comes in the unlikely form of Derek Hale.  Stiles just needs to know two things.  What is stirring in the woods of Beacon Hills to cause the entire pack to dream of horrific things? And can Derek help him learn to center himself and control his empathy before it’s too late?
In which Stiles is an empath and a dreamwalker, unbeknownst to himself.  He can be hurt in dreams, but his empathy is so out of control that no one can touch him but Derek.
"I'm not leaving without you, Derek," Stiles told him.  He held his hand out for Derek to take but it wasn't like Scott's dreams, or Isaac's.  This was Derek and even in his dreams there was a circle of mountain ash between him and the people he could ask for help.
"Stiles, please go," Derek's voice lost its command as he pleaded with Stiles.  "I'll survive.  I'll heal as soon as I wake up. You won't."
♥ Prickly Thorn, but Sweetly Worn by khasael  T.  15k.   An unhelpful witch gives Stiles a gift he doesn't want. It's hard to say whether Derek is pleased by this or not... although not for the usual reasons.
Oh, joy.  Derek-the-hedgehog is utterly cute, and Stiles basically monologues for most of the chapters, and it's precious.
Massage Therapy by reillyblack  M.  11k.   Stiles wins the big lottery prize at the police departments annual fundraiser -- five at-home massages with the best masseuse in town. Which, ok, awesome, except... one problem: "the best masseuse in town" turns out to be the ridiculously hot, grumpy, man of his dreams and Stiles can NOT figure out how to hit on him during their sessions together without making him feel like a prostitute.
Very quick, and awkward and sweet.  I'd love for it to be twice as long and twice as explicit, but I'll take what I can get ;-)
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thisdiscontentedwinter · 7 years ago
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My true alpha headcanon for boyd (got a bit long sorry)
True alphas are apparently quite respected amongst werewolves. It’s not being a true alpha makes you a better, but that to become one you need to prove to other wolves that you are worthy of being followed which is usually the mark of a good leader – particularly if the pack already had an alpha. After all anyone can inherit power and attaining it by killing the previous alpha only proves that you are a good fighter. And so, Boyd finds himself visited by many neighboring alphas who come for advice on how to solve problems in their packs, which he tries to do as best as he can. More annoying those werewolves who want to know how to become a true alpha – as if he had found a secret instruction manual.
In fact, he hadn’t even realized that he was doing the work of an alpha, Boyd always just thought that he was doing what everyone should. It had always been the others who remarked that he behaved like an alpha would:
Stiles was the first, although in usual acerbic way he phrased it as an insult: “You know, Boyd, Derek can be happy that he found such a good babysitter for his puppies” he said after watching Boyd calming Isaac down after a panic attack.
Erica remarked how he always looked out for her when he watched over her recovery from the Kanima poison. Although Boyd is not sure if this wasn’t more about him being a good boyfriend.
Scott was next. He tackled Boyd just outside the school all fangs and claws. “You had now right!” he growled, “You are not my alpha”. Boyd grabbed the smaller wolf at the shoulders and pushed him back. “What is your problem Scott?” “You told Allison about her mother!” What do you mean I told her? You mean you didn’t?! That’s why she was so surprised …” “You cannot run my life for me, now she left me” Scott snapped back. “First of all, you are not the only werewolf here. If Allison hunts all of us because she blames Derek for her mother’s death than this is my life as well, secondly did you consider that she left you because you lied to her?” Scott just glared at him and stormed away.
Isaac noted it a week later when Scott came back a week later to ask Boyd for help to control the shift “because Derek still won’t talk to me”. Apparently, Scott had been using Allison as his single anchor and with their break-up his control was slipping. “You really were using only one person as your anchor?” Boyd found that hard to believe, he was thinking of his whole family when trying to hold onto his humanity. “What else should I use?” Scott asked. “Your mother? She means a lot to you no? And Stiles your best friend? And want to become a veterinary, right? All of those things are human and they cannot just disappear overnight.” “You know you’re pretty good at this” Isaac remarked as Scott left. “Almost better than Derek.”
That comment was enough that Boyd went to Derek the evening to talk. “You know that I don’t try to usurp you as the alpha, right?” Derek looked baffled. “What are you talking about?” “Well Isaac and Erica both said that I was looking after them well and even Stiles noticed …” Derek shaked his head: “It’s not a competition who looks out best for the pack, Boyd. And you are the best Beta I could wish for.” Seeing Boyd’s skeptical look, he continued “You listen to everything I can tell you about wolves, you help me whenever you can, and you are so loyal that you tell me that you might be a threat before I think of it. What more could an alpha wish for?”
Chris mentioned it when Boyd waited for him at the beginning of the street leading to his house. Chris hit the brakes and jumped out of the car. “What the hell are you” But Boyd didn’t let him continue. “You hunters are supposed to protect humans, right? Then why has your father taken and beaten Stiles?” Chris looks honestly surprised at this – which is good because Boyd’s plan depends on him not being involved. “Your father took Stiles just after school, and when Erica followed them she saw that he took him into your basement and beat him while promising to use him as a bait for Derek.” “He wouldn’t …” Chris shook his head “This goes against our code and all we fight for” Boyd refrained from bringing up the Hale fire. “So what are you going to do now?” Chris seemed unsure. “I’ll see if Stiles is really in our house.” He said before getting back into his car. Shortly afterwards he walked out of his home carrying a badly hurt Stiles in his arms. Boyd immediately run over to him and takes Stiles into his arms. “You okay?” Despite the bruises Stiles manages a smirk. “Yeah just had a massage session with Gerard. But I probably won’t recommend it.” Boyd snorts and carefully lifts Stiles against his chest. “If all wolf packs were led by people like you hunters wouldn’t be needed” Chris say before leaving, which Boyd takes as a peace offering. Later the evening he gets a message that Gerard has fatally shot himself while cleaning his guns after coming back from the shooting range.
As soon as Boyd walks into the loft, Derek comes running. “Oh God, Stiles you look horrible, I should have come and …” “Hey big wolf” Stiles tries while reaching for Derek “It’s okay”. Derek growled “No, you’re hurt and injured and I didn’t come for you”. “That’s good. Gerard wanted you, he … he mocked me and said that once you were there he would get the bite form you and then kill you to become an alpha.” That makes Derek pause, and his eyes flicker to Erica and the Boyd. “They said that he talked about that but he was a hunter he shouldn’t want the bite” “Apparently dying of cancer makes you change your mind. It was a trap for you Derek if you would have come he would have just killed you.”
Boyd had always felt the strength of the wolf lurking under his skin since the bite but it suddenly felt then time stronger and had a harsher flavor to it. He shuddered and closed his eyes while he tried to fight back the shift, when he reopened them he looked down on the room like he had grown at least twice as large. “Holy shit, you’re an alpha” Isaac said. “But I didn’t kill anyone” Boyd protested. “No, but you got three wolves to trust – me Isaac and Erica – to trust your leadership. That is enough” Derek managed to get out while fighting his own shift as the pack bonds realigned. “It will be very intense for a while, so why don’t the three of you go running in the preserve while I look after Stiles?”
“It’s called a true alpha” Derek says the next morning. “If a wolf cares for his pack, deals with threats to it and guides it he will eventually become the alpha of it without killing another alpha. I have never heard of it happening in a pack that already had an alpha.” A smile spread across his face. “I guess anyone who wants the alpha power would just take it from an alpha once he had the support of the pack.” “Well, I guess we’re lucky that Boyd is such a good guy” Isaac said. “Stop it” Boyd snapped “Stop acting like me not killing Derek is some kind of achievement.” Isaac play-jumped away grinning “It seems to be, seeing how you got red eyes from it.” And just like that the pack has accepted him as a second alpha - which he apparently had been for the last months anyway.
The weird thing (or at least it seems to appear weird to most wolves form other packs) is that for Boyd the best about being a True Alpha is not the prestige it brings him when dealing with other packs, nor the power and strength in combat but the fact that he can shift in the alpha form to lie amongst his pack in the forest so all of them are curled up against his side and under his paws.
This is AMAZING! Every word of it! 
Thank you @uskoral for sharing this with us!  
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nightlight9 · 7 years ago
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Sterek Week Day One: Alpha and Emissary
Title: Marked by Fate
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Scott gets bit by a werewolf, and Stiles drives two towns over to get his first official tattoo. When he gets back, a bandage wrapped around the upper part of his arm, his dad sighs a little like he knows what’s coming and pours his son a cup of tea. Stiles appreciates that he doesn’t ask any questions. He already has to deal with Scott ‘but-werewolves-aren’t-real’ McCall.
The thing is, Stiles already knows what’s going on with his best friend. As soon as Scott showed up at the school ranting on about being bit by a wolf, only for the mark to disappear underneath the bandage, Stiles knew what had really happened. He’s known about werewolves for a very long time. After all, his fate had been inexplicably tied to a pack of them when he was just a kid.
When he was six years old, Stiles received his emissary mark, a looping E worn like a brand on the inside of his wrist that matched his mother’s. He was younger than many emissaries are when their power awakens, younger than even his mother was when she was marked, but Claudia took it in stride, began his training, and introduced him officially to the Hales.
He knew them in passing of course, had seen Talia Hale around town and even sitting in his living room (after all, his mother had been Talia’s emissary). But he had never met her officially, emissary-in-training to alpha werewolf. And he had never really had the chance to meet her family.
Laura was introduced to him first. As the oldest Hale child, she would eventually take over as the Hale pack alpha. And while nothing had been set in stone at that point, and even though it never would have been required of him, it was expected that Stiles would become Laura’s emissary after their parents stepped down. He had liked the idea of working with the same pack as his mother, and he got along with Laura’s funny and mischievous personality. As the years wore on, Stiles spent more and more time at the Hale house in the preserve, learning about an emissary’s role in a pack, and bonding with Laura and her younger brother Derek (who he looked up to and followed around like a puppy most of the time).
But then his mother died, and the Hale family burned in a fire. Stiles pushed his training to one side to deal with his grief, Laura and Derek left Beacon Hills, and that was the end of it.
Until Scott gets bit while they’re out in the woods looking for a body.
Even though it’s been years since Stiles has even thought about emissaries and magick, years since he’s covered his mark with a red wrist band, he knows without a doubt that he’ll do anything he can to help Scott. That’s what the tattoo is for, a physical embodiment of the Spark within him. Permanently inking the phases of the moon on the inside of his upper arm feels like the first step to finally moving on. It makes him feel whole after years in a void.
And practicing magick again in the mornings before school feels so natural, like finally being able to breathe after being trapped underwater. It reminds him of his mother, but in the best of ways, and he feels ready to face anything.
What he doesn’t expect is to come face to face with Derek Hale again. He is nothing like Stiles remembers. Whereas he used to be a quiet kid with a big heart, who laughed with his head thrown back and blushed easily when teased, now Derek is all edge. There’s a sharpness to him that is unnerving, and he acts like he’s never met Stiles at all. What’s worse is that Laura doesn’t seem to be with him. Stiles doesn’t have to dig around for the body to guess that she’s gone too.
Scott doesn’t want to work with Derek to hunt down the alpha who bit him. Hell, he hardly wants to deal with being a werewolf at all. But Derek knows more than either than them about what they’re facing. And Stiles doesn’t want to leave him alone.
He starts hanging around Stiles’ house instead of staying at the burned out shell that was once his family’s home. At first he shows up under the pretense of doing research but soon enough the nights start ending with them sitting side by side on the couch or in Stiles’ bedroom, finding an unnamed comfort in each other’s presence. They don’t talk about their past, but more than once Stiles catches Derek staring at his emissary mark, fingers twitching like he wants to reach out and trace the letter in the same way he used to when they were kids. Stiles likes those nights, likes knowing that in spite of everything Derek still seems to trust him, maybe not enough to address everything that’s happened, but enough to relax around him. And to Stiles, that means something big.
The first time John comes home to see Derek sitting at his dining table, he sighs, fixes the werewolf a peanut butter sandwich, and leaves them alone with a pat on the back and a prayer to Claudia to give him strength. It’s the first time that Stiles sees Derek smile, small and genuine. It’s reckless and it doesn’t make any sense, but the next day he gets his second tattoo, keeping the mark a secret from everyone but his father. John’s eyes get sad when he sees the ink, but then he smiles like he’s so proud, and Stiles thinks that everything will be alright after all.
It’s not until after everything with Peter and Kate is finished, after Derek becomes the alpha he was never supposed to be, that he talks to Stiles about the history they share.
They’re sitting side by side on the floor of his new loft, tired from painting all day, and tired from trying to brainstorm ways to get Scott to trust Derek as his alpha.
Derek gets quietl suddenly. Stiles presses their shoulders together. “Hey, what’s wrong?”
Without responding, Derek reaches out a shaking hand and pulls Stiles’ wrist into his lap. He traces his emissary mark with the tip of his finger in reverence before looking up to meet Stiles’ bewildered gaze.
“Laura always expected to come back here,” he says softly between them. “She said that Beacon Hills was our home in spite of everything that had happened. She said there were things here that were ours to care for.” He looks down again to where his finger is skating over Stiles’ skin. “I’m sorry. For acting like I didn’t remember you. I-. When I first saw you, I saw everything that we had lost, everything that I wanted to avoid thinking about. So I tried to ignore you. That wasn’t fair to you though, and I’m sorry.”
He wants to say that it’s okay, but both of them would know that would be a lie. Instead Stiles says, “I understand,” which he does. As much as he wanted Derek to recognize him, he understands why he closed himself off from everything. Especially after Laura was killed.
They sit in silence for a long moment before Derek speaks again. “I always liked this mark. I liked how it looked on your skin, liked what it stood for. One of the earliest lessons we were taught was about how special emissaries are. I remember how proud my mom was when she told us that you had been marked. Laura was excited about it too. She was excited about what it might mean for her and the pack.”
Stiles turns his hand so that his fingers tangle together with Derek’s. Resting his thumb against Derek’s wrist, Siles can feel how quickly his heart is beating. “It was what I always wanted,” he says, watching how their hands clench together. “Mom used to joke, say that that was why I received my mark so early. She said that I wished it into being.”
Derek smiles. It’s a little sad, but the small quirk of his lips is genuine. “That sounds like something you would do.”
“And I liked the idea of being Laura’s emissary.” Derek flinches a little at the statement, but Stiles barrels on. It needs to be said, especially now that Derek is the alpha, now that they’re moving forward instead of hiding away. “I wanted to be a part of the Hale pack the same way my mother was. Even though I didn’t understand everything then, I knew that that was what I wanted.”
Ducking his head, Derek sighs out an apology. “I’m sorry. For everything that happened. For leaving after the fire even though you were hurting too.”
Stiles turns into him, gently knocking their heads together until Derek looks up. “You had to go,” he says. Really, it’s always been that simple. “It wasn’t a good idea that you stayed in Beacon Hills after everything had happened. I understood that, and I was never upset at you for it.”
Derek seems to relax after Stiles says that. He ducks his head again to stare at their hands. Stiles lets the silence drag out for a moment. It’s not uncomfortable, and as much as he doesn’t want to break it, there is something else that needs to be said. “Derek. I-. There’s something I would like to show you.”
When the werewolf nods, Stiles stands up and pulls Derek to his feet. Dropping his hand, Stiles takes a step back and plays with the hem of his shirt. “I got this before we figured out that it was Peter who bit Scott. It was true then, and it’s true now.”
Before Derek can ask any questions, Stiles pulls his shirt over his head. He hears Derek gasp in surprise, then watches as he steps forward, reaching out a shaking hand to hover over the tattoo inked over Stiles’ heart.
The triskelion looks sharp against Stiles’ pale skin. Derek gives in to the urge to touch it, running his fingers over each spiral. “Stiles.” His name is breath.
“I didn’t know that you were going to end up being the alpha, but it didn’t matter. Eleven years ago I got my emissary mark and bound myself to you and Laura. I was always meant to be the Hale emissary. Even if you were only ever going to be a beta, I knew that I was bound to you all the same.”
Derek’s fingers clench uselessly against Stiles’ chest. “I was never supposed to be the alpha, Stiles. I’m not-. I don’t know how to do this.”
He shrugs, lifts his hand, and curls their fingers together again. “We’ll figure it out. Alpha, beta, omega, it’s all a cycle. At the heart of it though, the werewolf is the same.” He squeezes Derek’s fingers. “You’re the same.”
“Alpha, beta, omega.” He pauses, meets Stiles’ gaze, eyes glowing red. “Past, present, future.”
Stiles smiles, his own eyes flare purple in response. “Yes. Exactly. We’re going to figure this out, Derek. Together.”
Finally, Derek smiles, big and bright, no hesitation. There is so much between them, so much unsaid. But what matters is just this. “Together.”
It sounds like a promise.
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wheredidhiseyebrowsgo · 7 years ago
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hello lovelies, do you know any fics where stiles is a hit man or just a very powerful being where people hire to kill people/take care of their problems? Sorry if that's too specific!
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Anonymous said:Any American assassin/ teen wolf fics?
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mais5minutoos said:I just watched John Wick and now the only thing i need is a good hamburger and sterek fic where one of them is like a super awesome and hot assassin. Thank you so much for this peace of heaven.
I combined asks cause they fit together, I think. And here’s our assassins tag.  - Anastasia
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They Say An End Can Be A Start by verob2002
(1/1 I 1,330 I Not Rated I Sterek)
Captain Derek Hale leads a mission to rescue and retrieve an unwitting asset to the CIA.
Takes one to know one by Mysenia
(1/1 I 1,374 I Teen I Steter)
Peter watches Stiles and comes to the conclusion that the Spark is taking care of the pack’s loose ends in less than legal means.
(it looks like) you might be one of us by pprfaith
(1/1 I 2,234 I Teen I Steter)
In which Stiles is his mother’s son with her razor in his pocket and other people’s blood on his hands.
Trembling Stars by Meta
(1/1 I 6,049 I Teen I Sterek)
Stiles returns home after years of working for the CIA.
American Wolf by SRapp
(4/? I 6,597 I Teen I Stalia)
Five years, Stiles has been gone, disappeared. But when a video is released will the search for him resume.
Mitch Rapp wasn’t aware that his family was looking for him, he didn’t even know who they were, or who he was anyways.
Worn to Paper by Batwynn
(3/? I 13,159 I Teen I Sterek)
Stiles is selected by the elders of his village to complete his first assignment as a Journeyman. He’s given a knife, directions to the castle, and told his target is a woman. They might have neglected to tell him it’s the Queen Alpha.
When he can’t complete the mission and he returns to the village, they immediately punish him for his failure by removing him from everyone’s memory and consciousness. He is invisible, nameless. Stiles is no more. Now there is only Fox.
And Fox seems to be the target of a very angry ex-prince Derek.
007 by captivated
(7/? I 13,709 I General I Mitch(Stiles)/Anna)
❝where there’s smoke, there’s fire❞
Stiles Stilinski is gone, and all there is left of him is Mitch Rapp. After leaving Beacon Hills because of his best friend, Scott McCall, Stiles tries to live a normal life. Meeting a girl named Maureen “Mary” Eliot, he finally has a chance until a terrorist attacks hits her plane and kills her along with the innocent passengers on board. About a year later after the death of his beloved, he’s recruited into the Central Intelligence Agency by Irene Kennedy. Killing terrorists, officially being promoted as CIA, and becoming the most professional marksman against terrorism; it was only the beginning.
Now, he’s called in by an old, Deputy Jordan Parrish, who reports to him that his father has been shot in the line of fire. He’s set to go back but it means that he had to be known as Stiles Stilinski; the teenage boy he used to be. He’d be the only ones putting them in danger, not the other way around. After five years of leaving Beacon Hills, he’s a different man. A changed man. He’s a 007 (double-oh-seven).
The Ruler & The Killer by rainsoakedshoes
(11/? I 27,950 I Mature I Sterek)
Stiles Stilinski AKA Red is a ruthless assassin known for his accuracy and efficiency. All of the crime families of Beacon Hills want his services, but Stiles is very careful with how he conducts business. Stiles has three rules:
1) Money upfront2) Leave no witnesses3) No affiliation with any one crime family
Then Derek Hale organises a meeting with the elusive Red, gives him an interesting offer, and suddenly Stiles is rethinking his rules.
Stiles’s Secret Life by AlexandriaBusch2828
(10/10 I 42,276 I Teen I Sterek)
At a young age Stiles’s family was no ordinary, neither was he. In the Supernatural world you’re always in danger. On top of that your family works in a facility called The Fireflies which were also known as the deadliest assassin group. Claudia and John Stilinski were known as the deadliest assassins ever. Everyone who knew them were scared, but those were very few people. If you messed with them, you ended up dead by sunrise. Stiles grew up trained to be the next best assassin but after a mission leading to a death of a member, both father and son retired with massive fear of using their skills ever again. Years later they come across the odd town of Beacon Hills revealing a series of unexpected events one of them being Stiles getting himself into a pack. Stiles’ secret life is coming to a thin thread and at any moment could be cut lose and all the dangerous people from his past might crawl back to haunt him and the people he loves. Will he face the past when his friends and pack are in terrible danger or will he keep pretending to be the harmless human in the pack?
Homeward Bound by RivanWarrioress
(25/? I 82,002 I Teen I No Stiles Pairing)
Seven Years ago Stiles Stilinski had boarded the Queen’s Gambit, in an attempt to escape the memories of what had happened during the last few months in Beacon Hills. It was only supposed to be for a week. He was supposed to be back home for Christmas.
Then the Queen’s Gambit had gone down somewhere in the North China Sea, and everything changed.
Now, Seven years later, Stiles is back in Starling City, the closest he’s been to home since he left…but is he ready to make that final journey back to Beacon Hills?
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Through Your Eyes - Chosen
Written for day four of Sterek Week: Mates. It is the second part to this post.
Standing outside of the clearing that the Bonding Ceremony is going to take place in, Stiles can’t help but feel a slight bit of his old panic trying to take ahold of him once more.
It was easy to push the fears away with his father’s love and Scott’s cheerfulness chasing the demons back into the dark corners of Stiles’ mind that they usually lurk in, but now…
Now that his father and Scott were no longer with him, regulated to the opening of the Preserve and not allowed to come any further, Stiles could feel his heart starting to kick up again and the old ache that preluded an attack come back. He was just about to try one of his breathing exercises when he suddenly feels a hand land on his shoulder.
“Hey, are you alright?”
Maybe it’s because the way this guy-and the voice makes Stiles think guy, or a rather deeply toned girl-had grabbed his neck, reminding Stiles of all the times that his father had done the same thing, but it makes the panic dim down to a manageable level as Stiles takes in the first relieved breath he’s had for the past few hours.
When he turns to thank the man, however, he immediately loses all the breath he had just regained.
As an Emissary, Stiles had the gift to see various werecreatures’ forms as a sort of aura about them, as a way to help negotiate between them; most of the supernatural community was still very secretive, even after the rest of the world’s acceptance, and still were hesitant to admit to the part of them that went bump in the night.
The wolf form in front of him was beautiful, it was a deep, dark color and a strong bone structure that made Stiles glad that it was merely a magical representation, even though it looked like the man was merely a Beta and not an Alpha like the rest of the ‘wolves here.
It wasn’t uncommon for Betas to come with to a Bonding Ceremony, the need to make sure that the Pack accepted the Emissary almost overriding the need for the Ceremony itself, but it was rare that one came so close to the proceedings…
The wolf brings Stiles’ attention back to the present as it curls up around the man’s body like a shroud of fog, seeming to almost look right back at Stiles the longer he stared, and it took him a while to realize that the man was staring right back at him.
Blinking, Stiles looked behind him to see if there was anything that might’ve caught the man’s gaze, but aside from a few people milling getting things ready, there didn’t seem to be anyone that might have caught the ‘wolf’s gaze.
“It’s you…”
The gasp drew Stiles’ attention once more and if he thought that the man’s wolf form was beautiful, then the only way to describe the man was drop-dead gorgeous.
Eyes that seemed to hold every color of the rainbow, a narrow face and body that seemed to almost mimic his wolf side, and full lips that were slightly parted in surprise, showing off a pair of adorable bunny teeth.
The hand that had been holding his shoulder has now migrated to the side of his face, thumb caressing his cheek as its pair comes up to join it, the stranger once again whispering, “It’s you…”
There’s a spark of magic this time, a part of Stiles that rushes forward at that softly uttered entreaty, and it scares him so badly that he jerks away from the gentle fingers on his cheek.
No doubt smelling the misery that has overtaken him, the stranger opens his mouth-to apologize or ask Stiles to come back-face already twisting into an expression of dismay, but Stiles quickly shakes his head before the man can utter a single word.
“It’s not your fault. It’s- It’s mine.” The man’s rather impressive brows furrow and Stiles would’ve probably have made some joke to ease the tension at any other time but all he can do now is keep shaking his head and muttering, ”I- I’m sorry, I can’t do this, I can’t-”
He’s about to participate in his very first Bonding Ceremony, there could be an Alpha just a few feet away that’s just waiting for Stiles to become his Emissary, he can’t throw that all away for a pair of pretty eyes and a voice that makes sparks jump from the tips of Stiles’ fingers…
“When I first bonded with Talia, it was like finding a long-lost sister and my very best friend, all wrapped up in one. It was the most wonderful feeling in the entire world.”
“And what about her, Mama? Were you her sister too?”
“Oh, my kochanie, she said that I made an emptiness that she didn’t even know she had disappear. Like finding a family when you didn’t even realize you needed one…”
“Will I find someone like that some day?”
“Oh, I know you will, my little spark. You’ll make someone very happy one day.”
The man’s devastated expression matches the tumult in Stiles’ body, the way the man’s wolf and his spark seem to be reaching out for each other, but that memory of his mother and the way that she spoke of her own Bonding gives Stiles the power to finally turn away.
There is an Alpha waiting for him, someone who needs Stiles, and he can’t let this… attraction stop that from happening.
“I’m sorry.”
A low whine coincides with a lurch in Stiles’ chest and he swallows hard, cursing the want to be accepted that makes him so easy to sway, the look in a stranger’s eyes that makes him want to say ‘forget it’ to everything he spent an entire year working toward.
“I’m sorry.”
Unsure if he’s apologizing to the wolf or himself, Stiles does something that he has never done before when it came to things that surprised or intrigued him:
He runs away.
Derek watches as the boy runs away, feeling as through there’s a boulder sinking deeper and deeper into the pit of his stomach the further away the boy gets.
He had been so sure…
While he had been certain that this would just another year, another disappointment, but then he had seen a boy just as he was entering the clearing that seemed to be having a bit of trouble breathing and Derek had just… acted without thinking.
It had been something that Laura had done, when Isaac needed to be calmed after a nightmare or when Erica needed a bit of grounding after dealing with some of the jerks that she worked with, but the rush that flew through his body at the first press of skin had nearly knocked him off his feet. It had almost been like when he had first received his Alpha powers and it had taken a great deal of restraint to keep from slipping into his Beta form right then and there.
For a few, blissful seconds, Derek had thought the boy had felt it too; his eyes had lit up like some sort of sun caressed amber, cupid’s bow lips dropped into a moue of surprise as he craned his neck to look behind him, as if there possibly could be anyone else that Derek might be looking at…
Wolf whining at the need of takeprotectclaimmine that thrummed through him, Derek had whispered a quiet benediction, a plea and a prayer all in one, and he thought that it would be answered… but then the boy was pulling away, apologizing for something that could be the farthest from the truth and was gone before Derek could even realize.
Gone, with only the phantom warmth of his skin on Derek’s hands to prove the whole thing wasn’t a dream.
Staring at the edge of a clearing that he had been dreading entering only a few moments before, Derek has to huff out a laugh at how little the upcoming Ceremony means now…
Now that his Mate has rejected him.
It’s rare, and always something that every Were’ was worried over, but there was a chance that the other half could reject the bond and choose to pursue other prospects…
Derek sighs quietly, fighting down his dismay at the thought that his Mate didn’t even give him a chance to suggest a Courtship, or even just get to know one another and see if they could at least be friends…
Trust Beacon Hills to take that last chance of peace from him.
Shaking his head, Derek firmly reminds himself of the promise he made before stepping out of his hotel room; granted, he never would’ve thought the possibility of meeting his Mate was something he’d have to factor in, but the choice still stood and he would go through this to make sure he was the Alpha his Pack deserved…
Thankfully, the leader of this group announced that the Ceremony was due to begin and the following speeches brought Derek back to the here and now.
It was a simple affair; each Alpha and Emissary were to meet with each other, allowing their Spark and were’ out for a few moments to see if there was some sort of connection, and if so, arrange to meet at a later date to see if they were compatible as a Bonded Pair.
While his own mother had often sung the praises of both her Emissary and the bond they shared, Derek was certain that his own would dim in the face of the connection he had shared with the boy in the clearing.
If he even found his Emissary…
Funnily enough, despite how much he had been antagonizing over it before all of this, the fact that he may once again go through an entire Ceremony without finding an Emissary didn’t bother him as much as never finding the brown-eyed boy again.
Why had he run away?
Had he really not felt the same thing that Derek had?
Was his unfounded loneliness making him see things that weren’t there…?
The thoughts plagued him throughout almost the entirety of the Ceremony; he barely showed his Alpha eyes at the Emissary across from him before they were pulling away with a slight frown and an almost thankful shake of their head before they moved on.
Stumbling around in this state, Derek didn’t realize anything was amiss until a sudden intake of breath and a familiar smell makes him jerk his head up to meet the startled gaze of his amber-eyed boy.
“You…”
“I- I thought you were a Beta…” The boy gasps, his eyes looking like they were in danger of falling out of his head. “I was here to bond with an Alpha, I couldn’t just… just…”
Derek shakes his head, not needing this boy to explain, already loving him for his loyalty to an Alpha that he hadn’t even met yet.
Speaking of which…
Derek shows his Alpha eyes, praying that he was right, that what he was feeling out in that clearing was real, that this boy was his, that he- that he-
Another gasp falls from the boy’s lips and he is the one that reaches out this time, a warmth that feels like a freshly laundered blanket falling over him, the scent of fresh baked bread and turned over earth filling his nose.
“I am yours and you are mine, as the sun chases the moon.” The boy whispers, the honorary words feeling like so much more as those amber eyes spark with an amethyst glow, giving his skin an ethereal sheen. “I, Stiles Stilinski, ask you to be my Alpha to counsel and follow.”
“And I, Derek Hale, accept your offer and claim you as my Emissary, as the moon follows the sun.” There is an interesting blip in the boy’s-in Stiles’-heart at his last name, but all Derek can really focus on is the warmth coming from the boy in front of him and the feeling that he’s finally found where he belongs.
At last, at last, at last…
“…You know,” Stiles hums after a few minutes of silence, his body seeming to sway closer and closer to Derek’s with every moment, “I was worried that I would end up not having an Alpha, that I’d end up as some sort of cautionary tale…”
Derek rumbles reassuringly, eager to sooth a fear that his Emissary, his Mate, should never have…
“Well, for all I know, I might still end up without an Alpha; you have yet to meet my dad and Scott-”
“Scott?” Derek feels that sinking feeling from before coming back; what if Scott is part of the reason he pulled away…?
Yet, it seems like Stiles can read his mind, as he’s quickly informing, “My best friend and practically my brother. If you manage to get past my dad threatening you with his gun, then there’s Scott trying to be intimidating when the guy has all of ferocity of a newborn puppy…”
Derek chuckles and gives into the need to scent Stiles, just a little bit, by dragging the back of his hand across his cheek and neck. “If that’s the worst that you can think of, I can’t wait until you meet my Pack.”
“Huh, maybe this whole ‘Emissary’ thing really isn’t for me, after all…”
Before, Derek would’ve taken those words to heart, but now he can practically breathe in the playfulness of Stiles’ entire being as he finally gives in and pulls his Mate close.
“Oh, I’m not letting you get away that easily…”
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thedaughterofkings · 7 years ago
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I have a prompt if that's ok? The whole pack incl Erica, Boyd, Isaac, Danny + Liam think that Derek and Stiles (who are bffs) are the perfect match for each other and try to set them up and they try to make Derek jealous by all flirting one by one with Stiles but nothing works so during a pack meeting Danny ups the ante and it works Just not on Derek, it works on Jackson who snaps and kisses Stiles and that's when the pack realises they got it wrong, it's Jackson that Stiles likes not Derek haha
Of course it’s okay, Nonny! Your prompt was really cute and I hope you like what I came up with for it! And I hope you’re still around to see the fic^^°
Beta-read by the wonderful @ohfuckthisshit, who also did some much needed cheerleading! Thank you
Five times the pack tried to help Stiles’ love life and one time they did
Subtitled: Alpha knows best
Stackson, 4k, T, no warnings apply
1. Erica  
Erica realises it first: Stiles and Derek are totally in luuuurve.
They have been spending a lot of time together lately; most of the time, Stiles is already at Derek’s when the rest of the pack arrives for pack meetings or movie nights and the like. Their scents have even started to mix! At first Erica thought that they were keeping it quiet, being secretive while the relationship is still new, but eventually she comes to the conclusion that nothing is going on, that they are just that oblivious.
Boys!
It’s obvious that they need help. And Erica knows exactly what to do - a healthy dose of jealousy has revealed many a secret affection yet.
So for the next pack meeting she chooses one of her lowest cut shirts, the shortest skirt, and her favourite red lipstick. Dressed to kill, she makes sure to bend over a lot in Stiles’ vicinity, cuddles up close to him on the couch, and sucks seductively on her straw. Stiles reacts appropriately for the most part, blushing at her antics, staring at her breasts for an ego-boosting, but not creepy amount of time, and flirting back slightly awkwardly.
But Derek doesn’t really react satisfyingly - he perhaps rolls his eyes a little more than usual, but even now, with Beacon Hills safe and at peace and no danger looming on the horizon, his basic setting is ‘grump’, so there’s no telling whether Erica’s flirting makes him grumpier than usual. The only suspicious behaviour comes from Jackson, who suddenly develops a hacking cough that night. In fact, Stiles might have spent more time asking Jackson whether he’s alright than flirting with Erica.
To add insult to injury, Stiles takes her aside after the meeting to ask whether everything is alright with her and Boyd. And then he hugs her and reassures her that while he appreciates her body, and fuck anybody who doesn’t, he loves her mind and soul, and that there’s no need to use her body as a weapon among the pack. It’s all terribly sweet, and yes, there might be tears and a few more hugs involved.
All in all, Operation: Red Wolf, Trial 1 is an all around fail.
It might be time to call in reinforcements.
2. Kira
Kira is a die-hard romantic at heart.
She’s not naive; she knows things don’t always work out, but she firmly believes that you should at least try. But above all, she just wants everyone to be happy. So when Erica comes to her about helping get Stiles and Derek together, code name “Red Wolf”, for Little Red Riding Hood(ie) and the Big Bad Wolf, she jumps at the chance to play cupid.
Because the sexual approach has definitely failed, Erica and Kira agree to try something new - taking Derek’s place. Derek taught Kira how to backflip - a vital prerequisite of being part of the Hale pack - and now she’s going to do the same with Stiles, taking away Derek’s chance of teaching Stiles himself. It feels vaguely perfidious spelt out like that, but Erica assured her that it is necessary.
So in the name of love, Kira drags Stiles out into the yard the next time they are at Derek’s. Training goes well at first, even with Jackson distracting Stiles by doing his own backflips next to him. It doesn’t take long for Stiles to stop jumping at all and start watching Jackson instead, clapping at a particularly high jump and teasing: “You show-off!”
Jackson winks and does a double backflip next. Stiles gasps and then shouts: “Oh, just you wait!” before attempting a regular backflip himself. But this time he doesn’t seem to land right and Kira didn’t expect him to jump so suddenly and thus isn’t ready to catch or steady him.
Before anyone else can move, Jackson is at Stiles’ side already, hands hovering over his body as if unsure whether he’s allowed to touch.
“Can you stand?” he asks softly, while Kira hovers next to them, wanting to help but not wanting to make things any worse. When Stiles’ attempt to stand ends in him sinking to the ground with a cry of pain, Jackson reaches out to steady him. Where Jackson is holding onto Stiles’ bare skin, black lines are disappearing up his arm.
“You need to get that checked out,” he says firmly, and after some hesitation, Stiles nods. Jackson helps him up and when Stiles almost falls again after the first step, Jackson pulls him up into his arms without further ado, making Stiles yelp in surprise.
With a few quick steps Jackson reaches his car and Stiles’ complaints become fainter as they drive away. Kira remembers that this was supposed to be about making Derek jealous and sneaks a look at him. He’s looking after Stiles and Jackson and for a second Kira thinks that at least their scheming worked, but then he looks back down at his book, apparently not particularly bothered by what just happened. Erica seems to think the same, because she asks rather aggressively:
“Aren’t you worried about Stiles, Derek? Why didn’t you go to him?”
But Derek just shrugs and says calmly: “He had Jackson to look after him and I know I can trust Jackson with Stiles.”
“But wouldn’t you rather do it yourself?” Kira can’t help asking, completely confused. If anything happened to her significant other, she’d want to be the one to help, not someone else!
“Why should I?” Derek returns, adding: “Jackson wants to and I know Stiles is in good hands with him. I’m not going to come between them.”
And then he goes back to his book, conversation obviously over in his opinion.
Operation: Red Wolf, Trial 2 ends up being an even bigger fail than Trial 1.
It might be time to go back to Erica’s first idea: flirting!
3. Isaac
Isaac knows he’s a bit of an asshole. But so are pretty much all of the others. Except for Kira. Kira is adorable, and badass, and crazy, and many other things starting with d to z. But she couldn’t be an asshole even if she tried.
Stiles can be an asshole, though. As can Derek. Isaac actually likes that about them. And despite their fellow assholishness, he wants them to be happy. And if Erica thinks him flirting with Stiles to make Derek jealous is going to accomplish that, Isaac isn’t going to say no.
An opportunity presents itself a week later. The pack is going to spend the weekend camping out in the preserve. There have been some suspicious sightings reported by hikers and Derek wants to make sure there’s nothing malicious hiding in his territory. Allison and Lydia have come prepared, with blankets and scarves and warm hoodies, but Stiles apparently forgot that it still gets cold at night out in the forest. Everyone else is a supernatural creature and runs hotter anyways and thus isn’t bothered, but by the time the sun sets, Stiles is already shivering and badly hiding his chattering teeth. Isaac is just about to make a snarky comment when he remembers his mission: flirt with Stiles and make Derek jealous. And he has the perfect prop for that.
Stepping close to Stiles, he asks, voice soft and face innocent: “Are you cold, Stiles?”
Stiles shivers in response, though Isaac is pretty sure that comes from the wind blowing through the clearing they are in and not from his presence, and bites back: “We can’t all be natural, or rather supernatural furnaces, can we? Of course I’m cold, Isaac, what do you suggest I do, tap dance?”
Isaac bites back his instinctive response, which is decidedly not flirty, and instead decides to let his actions speak. He takes of his scarf and wraps it around Stiles’ neck, who splutters for a second, but then snuggles in, mumbling a reluctant: “Thanks.” Isaac just nods and steps back towards Erica again before they end up fighting after all. He’ll just let his scent … marinate for a bit and then try to flirt some more.
But he has hardly taken two steps aside when Jackson darts forward, whipping off his jacket and practically forcing it on Stiles, who laughs and slows him down with gentle touches. As Isaac watches on, Jackson helps Stiles slip into his jacket, completely overpowering the faint scent clinging to Isaac’s scarf still wrapped around Stiles’ neck. Then Jackson drags Stiles closer to the bonfire they’ve lit in the middle of the clearing, complaining about him being human and weak and too stupid to dress himself properly all the time. Isaac keeps expecting Stiles to just deck him, but Stiles simply rolls his eyes and punches Jackson lightly in the side when he gets too rude.
Isaac suddenly remembers to check on Derek’s reaction - Isaac’s scent certainly won’t be the one to make him jealous now, but perhaps it’ll still work! But Derek isn’t even looking in Stiles’ direction, his back to the rest of the pack, talking with Boyd who had refused to have anything to do with their scheming.
Looks like Operation: Red Wolf, Trial 3 is a fail, too. Time to bring in the big guns. 
4. Lydia
Lydia laughs in their faces when they come to her about getting Stiles and Derek together. Apparently the way to make Derek jealous is to use someone Stiles has had proven feelings for in the past - which is her. If only she starts flirting with him, Derek supposedly will suddenly wake up and see what has been in front of him all this time. Lydia doesn’t even bother pointing out everything that is wrong with that assumption. Most of all the Derek part.
But someone is going to snap soon anyways, so they’ll figure it out on their own eventually. Lydia will be ready to gloat then.
Operation: Red Wolf, Trial 4 never even gets off the ground.
5. Danny
Danny freely admits that he’s not the most patient person. He’s used to things going his way, helped along by his charms, his brains, or occasionally Jackson’s brawn, if need be. And Stiles knows just how to get on his last nerve. In hindsight, Danny might have been a bit short when faced with countless questions whether Stiles is attractive to gay men. Especially considering that those were probably asked in earnest, not mockery.
But while Danny might not be patient, he’s not mean either - there’s a reason everyone likes him!
So when Erica complains how every single one of her attempts to get Stiles and Derek together has failed, Danny jumps at the chance to get even with Stiles karma-wise. Erica warns him that it seems to be a hopeless endeavour, but agrees to let him try his thing. Given everything they’ve tried already, without success every single time, Danny decides that he’ll have to go big or go home.
At the next pack meeting, Danny makes sure he ends up sitting next to Stiles, pressing in close to him. He pulls out all the stops, touching Stiles frequently, fleeting touches becoming more lingering, more intimate, accompanied by compliments whispered into Stiles’ ear, Danny’s lips almost but not quite touching Stiles’ skin. But while it is obviously working on Stiles, who is blushing permanently now, the growling doesn’t come from Derek’s corner of the room. Danny can’t focus on that right now, though, because his hand is sliding up Stiles’ thigh into dangerous territory and either Derek will bite very soon, or Danny will have to put his mouth where his hand is or however that saying goes again.
But before he can do something he won’t be able to come back from, something hits his side, or someone rather, someone who half pushes him away, half pulls Stiles away from him, either way forces some space between them. Despite the not inconsiderable impact - he’s dealing with werewolves here after all, Danny is filled with triumph. He succeeded where every other member of the pack failed! When he looks up, however, it’s not at Derek’s red eyes and obviously unshakable control, but into Jackson’s bright blue eyes and half-transformed face, featuring less eyebrow but considerably more fang than usually. And Jackson’s control might be much better than it was before, but the rule of “don’t touch anything of his” only got twice as serious when he turned into a werewolf.
So Danny quickly scrambles backwards and thinks that Operation Red Wolf: Trial 5 will definitely be the last episode of this doomed from the start project.
+ 1. Jackson
Jackson has obviously had his issues with the pack - starting with Derek biting him, probably in the hopes that the bite would kill him, and certainly not ending with most of them actually trying to kill him. But they’ve mostly made their peace and Jackson would even admit to a certain grudging fondness for most of them. But lately they’ve been acting completely ridiculous. And it all seems to centre around Stiles.
Now, Jackson has certainly had his issues with Stiles, too - being kidnapped and imprisoned in a police van - naked! - features pretty highly on that list. But even when their rivalry was at its height, what bothered Jackson the most was how Stiles was never in awe of him, always regarding him as equal or even inferior, certainly not superior, like most of the school thought. It was a carefully cultivated image Jackson pursued, together with Lydia of course, and truly, most of it was her idea, and it smarted that Stiles refused to play along - especially as he worshipped the ground Lydia walked on. That might have been the worst part of it actually. And lately Jackson’s issues with Stiles centred mostly on things like his hair looking so maddeningly fluffy and touchable, and his eyes being such an unusual shade of brown that you’d have to spend hours staring into them and you’d still not be able to describe them adequately. And then there’s his moles, begging you to touch and count and lick them and either his shirts have been getting tighter or his arms have gotten thicker, either way his physique didn’t use to be so distracting! So there’s obviously a lot of very valid issues Jackson has with Stiles, but the pack’s treatment of him lately really goes beyond all reason.  
They’ve been acting really weird around him, and Jackson just doesn’t get why. First there was Erica using him to spice up her sex life with Boyd, or whatever was going on there with the cleavage and excessive touching. Then Kira tried to kill him through backflips - Jackson tried to show him how it was really done, but of course it was all in vain. Jackson ended up having to drive Stiles to the hospital, where Stiles got diagnosed with a sprained ankle. They had had to wait for hours, sitting next to each other on uncomfortable hospital waiting room chairs, Jackson’s hand on Stiles’ forearm, almost holding his hand, carefully siphoning off his pain. Despite the circumstances it was surprisingly nice to just sit with Stiles and talk to him, about everything and nothing, anything to distract him, and without interruptions in the form of the pack’s latest shenanigans. Eventually Stiles had nodded off, body slumping against Jackson’s, head coming to rest on his shoulder. It had taken some careful manoeuvering, but finally Jackson managed to wrap his arm around Stiles’ shoulders, which was much more comfortable for both of them he reasoned. Then he’d nodded off himself, too, and they’d slept until a doctor finally had time for them.
After that Jackson understandably became a little protective of Stiles - after all, he’d spent hours keeping him alive, or at least pain-free, and didn’t want to see his hard work go to waste. No one would have acted differently. It was just natural. Really.
So when Stiles didn’t dress properly for the pack campfire outing, and all the pack could come up with was Isaac half-heartedly giving Stiles his scarf, it obviously befell Jackson to make sure his, their human didn’t die of hypothermia. And if wrapping Stiles in his own jacket overpowered the faint hint of Isaac’s scent that clung to him because of the scarf, well, then that was just a side effect Jackson barely noticed and that definitely didn’t make him want to bury his face in Stiles’ neck and inhale their combined scents.
It all comes to a head a few weeks later with the betrayal of Danny.
Jackson had been sure that he could always count Danny to be on his side. Okay, he might not even be sure himself what side that currently is, but it is certainly not by Stiles’ side, practically in his lap, molesting him. Stiles doesn’t look like he is enjoying it, and he definitely doesn’t smell like it either. A low growl filling the room seems to echo his thoughts, and it takes Jackson a moment to realise that it’s coming from him, his wolf quicker on the uptake than his human side.
But before he can come to grips with what his reaction means, what all of his reactions to the pack’s actions lately, mean, Danny’s hand slides up Stiles’ thigh, Stiles’ panicked eyes meet his, and instinct takes over. Jackson launches over the couch table, pushing Danny away and pulling Stiles into his arms, where he’ll be safe. He knows that he has shifted, eyes glowing and fangs bared, but his head is filled with the red fog of what he now dimly recognises as jealousy, and he can’t calm down enough to shift back. A movement at the corner of his eye tells him that Danny got out of the way at least - however stupid he might have acted just now, he’s still Jackson’s best friend and he doesn’t want to hurt him, especially not while half out of control. But most of his senses are focused on Stiles.
Stiles, who is still in his arms, who hasn’t tried to get away, who is staring at him with wide eyes, but no hint of fear in their depths. Jackson stares back at him, unsure what Stiles is seeing in his own eyes, still glowing electrically, hoping it’s something more than outraged jealousy and feral possessiveness. Those are there, of course, but it’s not everything he feels, not even close. Jackson just doesn’t know how to tell Stiles that, doesn’t even know if he can right now, his mind foggy and his mouth full of fangs, but somehow Stiles doesn’t need him to.
With a little wriggle, Stiles frees one arm from Jackson’s strong, but careful grip, and cups Jackson’s cheek with his palm.
“Hey, Jax, calm down, would you? I’m alright, Danny didn’t hurt me or anything, and I’m sure all those nice people will stop their little games now,” he says pointedly, glaring around at the rest of the pack, who are surely all staring at them right now. Jackson doesn’t bother to check, but he does hear Derek shooing them out of the room, promising that there’ll be much more training in their future, because apparently most of them are deaf and blind and don’t know how to use their noses. It doesn’t really make much sense to Jackson, but it makes Stiles snort in quickly stifled laughter. When Jackson tilts his head inquisitively, still feeling slightly more wolf than human, Stiles explains:
“Erica and some of the others thought Derek and I should hook up - oh shush you,” he interrupts himself when that startles a growl out of Jackson, “them being completely wrong is the whole point of this story, so shut up and listen!” But before he continues, he tugs insistently until they are both sitting more comfortably on the couch again, instead of half on, half off it. Their manoeuvering ends with Stiles half in Jackson’s lap, so Jackson gladly lets himself be tugged and shoved. Already he is feeling a little calmer, with Stiles safe in his arms and the immediate threat removed from their vicinity, but not quite enough to shift back yet.
Finally Stiles continues: “So yeah, they tried to get me and Derek together, I’m not entirely clear on that plan admittedly, apparently too blind to see that Derek and I are just friends, and anyways, Derek is ace-aro, so there wouldn’t have been any point either way, but yeah. I wanted to tell them as much, but Derek said we should let them make their own mistakes, and well, I’m glad he did, because obviously their plan still worked - somewhat.”
There’s a small pause and then he adds, voice much quieter than before: “Derek kept leaving hints that you liked me, but I just couldn’t believe him, because why would you like me?”
He sounds so small and Jackson curses his lack of control because he wants nothing more than to reassure Stiles and convince him of his feelings, even if he wasn’t fully aware of them himself until five minutes ago, but he’s too close to feral still to put all of that into words. So he just settles for nuzzling into Stiles’ neck, like he’d wanted to at the campfire, scentmarking him, so that there’d be no more doubt for anyone with a nose. A shudder shakes Stiles’ body and his hand creeps up into Jackson’s hair, holding his head there for a moment.
“I guess Derek was right, then? He’ll be so unbearably smug,” Stiles says quietly, more to himself than to Jackson. “Now let’s see about getting you to shift back, so you can tell me as much in words, shall we?” His fingers grab a hold of Jackson’s hair and tug gently, but insistently. “Look at me, Jackson, please?”
When Jackson lifts his head to look at him, Stiles’ face is serious and for the first time there’s a hint of apprehension in his eyes, but also determination.
“I really hope I didn’t misread this terribly and that you’re not going to kill me,” Stiles mutters and then darts forward quickly, too quickly, pressing his mouth against Jackson’s. At first only the taste and scent of blood fill Jackson’s senses, Stiles’ blood, where he has nicked his lower lip on Jackson’s fangs, but soon that is overpowered by Stiles, just Stiles, all of Stiles, pressed against him, surrounding him, heart hammering in his chest, in Jackson’s ears, until all he is aware of is Stiles. When Jackson opens his eyes again, they are no longer glowing and his mind is clear once more, clearer than it has ever been.
“Sooo,” Stiles says, biting his lip, “you like me?”
“Yes,” Jackson replies, rolling his eyes exaggeratedly, “I like you. Do you want me to tick any boxes, too? Yes, No, Maybe? It’s definitely a Yes from me.” To be honest, he’s still a little shaken, but determined not to let it show, especially not to those idiots he calls pack who are sure to be eavesdropping on them right now.
Stiles just swats him lightly and quips: “We can talk about your weird kinks later, no worries. But now you should kiss me some more - those fangs of yours made the tongue action a little hazardous.” And then he sticks his tongue out and wriggles it at Jackson, who quickly draws him into another kiss to distract himself from wondering why he likes such an idiot. But the answer to that is surprisingly easy: He doesn’t like him because he’s an idiot, nor does he like him despite being an idiot, he just likes him, idiocy and all.
And if it took the idiots they call pack for him to realise that - then perhaps he is the biggest idiot of them all. And he doesn’t care one bit.
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snokoms · 5 years ago
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under the sea part 8
phew, can't believe how far this has made it already!
i hope you all have some great holidays, dont lose any fingers on new year sweeties.
read on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21310579/chapters/52274449
Below the thunders of the upper deep,
Far far beneath in the abysmal sea,
His ancient, dreamless, uninvaded sleep
The kraken sleepeth: faintest sunlights flee
About his shadowy sides; above him swell
Huge sponges of millennial growth and height;
And far away into the sickly light,
From many a wondrous grot and secret cell
Unnumber'd and enormous polypi
Winnow with giant arms the slumbering green.
There hath he lain for ages, and will lie
Battening upon huge seaworms in his sleep,
Until the latter fire shall heat the deep;
Then once by man and angels to be seen,
In roaring he shall rise and on the surface die.
-        Alfred Tennyson (1830)
    He is in the woods again, waving between trees and enjoying the wind through his fur. The promise of rain hanging in the air gives the night a little something extra. He is scouting for any possible caves he can hide in when the sky finally breaks over when he feels It again. Taking off without a thought he starts running faster than he ever thought he could. He can finally make out a shadow moving a couple miles further out when he wakes up with a jolt.
 Turning around he sees his phone is ringing. Noticing the state code of the unfamiliar call he curses. Shit, he has not even reached California before it is starting already.
   ----
   Back in Beacon Hills they are widening the search perimeter. Volunteers keep coming in, if only the boy knew how loved he was by the town. People remember how he always helped. Laughing and trading recipes while doing groceries with the grocery moms at Sunday. Bringer dinner and all kinds of sweets he tried to make, and his dads’ heart can’t have, by the hospital and fire department. Turning in all kinds of strange and interesting papers that might be slightly off topic but were like a soothing balm to read between all the simple boring and sometimes badly written ones from his peers. Students that know something is wrong in Beacon Hills, and although McCall’s group of friends is in the thick of it. The Stilinski kid was always working in the shadows. Making problems disappear before most of them even noticed they were there. Even when it was not supernaturally themed, he still helped. Tutored those in need when he could and warned people to stay of the streets in the dark. Yeah, he might have gone off the road for a while. But even Greenburg could see something was not quite right about Stiles those months. Almost like he was not all there. His stay at Eichen House only reinforcing that believe.
 Everyone was worrying. Because if Stiles, their protector (before he goes to college, no one liked to think of a time they would have to survive on their own) could not handle what happened, how where they supposed to do it? Especially with all the wolves out of town.
 On day seven of the search they stumble upon a strange side a few miles further on the shore of the lake. They had not walked that far before.
 Clearly, a mistake.
 It looks like a struggle had taken place on the ground. Quickly calling for an extra eye they start following the path. It leads to another lake where it disappears again. No matter how many rounds they walked along the lake, they could not find anything else.
 By then expert divers had been brought in. Searching first the lake the blood trail had led to, and then the lake connected by the struggle. They came up empty handed. No matter how many times they went in the water.
 For eight days at least. On the ninth day they suddenly hear a screeching while the divers are searching. The water starts moving more and a trilling goes through the ground. With one look at each other they quickly swim back towards the surface. They had heard stories about this town. How two years ago the amount of dead had suddenly started rising rapidly. The men had no intension of joining the already slayed.
 When they almost reach the boat, they hear another screech. Quickly climbing in, they head towards the shore when the boat rocks. People on the shore have noticed and guns are trained towards the water. The side only serves to make the divers more terrified. What the hell is in the water? And who are these people to dare to look so little surprised? Something capable of making a sound like that deserves at least a little terror in return, right? Right.
 When the boat rocks again, almost topping over, the divers shove their thoughts away and continue their journey to dryland as fast as possible with renewed vigour. Before they even crossed half of the distance two deputies start firing in the water near them. It seems to scare the thing behind the screeching away long enough for the divers to make it on dry land. Turning back towards the water everything seems to slow down.
 A large greenishgrey tentacle makes its way out of the water. Shots are fired but it either moves to fast or ignores the pain and snatches one of the deputies by the arm. Lifting it up when the other deputy starts firing even faster. People move towards the woman when the tentacle moves swiftly to the left. Throwing her away. A crack is heard, and she doesn’t move.
 No one moves, which a bad move obviously because the monster seizes the opportunity and throws away the other deputy. Satisfied with the lack of bullets in the air more tentacles appear. Trying to snatch people into the water now. One man is already hanging above the lake screaming for help when an enormous mouth appears. Within rows upon rows upon rows of teeth can be seen. Yellow coloured and sharp, glistening in the sun from the water still clinging to it.
 It promptly eats the man. Skin and bones disappearing behind the teeth with a terrified yell from the victim.
 As if on que everyone starts running back while deputies and hunters (or very skilled and trained humans to the unknown men and women) take their places and start firing.
 A lot more effectively.
 Hiding behind trees and other obstacles to avoid being seen and taken, their work slowly becomes effective. With one more victim disappearing behind its teeth, it disappears back in the water.
 With shaky feet the men and women make their way out of the trees. Checking on the fallen ones and noting that no one was in any mortal danger from their injuries they look back at the lake.
 “If that thing took Stiles, he’s long dead. Not even he could survive that.” says one of the hunters with a shaky voice. She was a strong upholder of the code and one of the younger ones on the team. She was also quite fond of the boy and had started to see him as a long-lost cousin.
 “Either way, I want it dead. It has just eaten two people and threw away others like nothing more than rag dolls.”
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   Only when she is back in her home, does the news fully makes its way into her mind. Stiles is dead. Dead. Like no coming back dead. No corpse meant no resurrection. Not that she would ever result to such things. Not that it mattered, because it was not possible. Without a corpse. Oh shit her friend had been eaten. Alive.
 With a shudder she tries to get the sight of those teeth out of her mind. There are more pressing matters. Right. With shaking hands Nira reaches for her phone. Not many knew, but Stiles had once given her a number, saying it was never to be used, unless there was no other way. That the person on the other side of the line deserved a better life, not being dragged back into the hell of Beacon Hills.
 She knew it was Derek Hale. Had noticed the looks the two shared, the words left unspoken between them and how sad the boy had been when the older man left. With another deep breath she dials before she can change her mind.
 “Who is this”
 “Are you Derek Hale?”
 “Yes, what do you want.” The voice sounds annoyed and harsh, short. Just like she remembers, few had ever been able to change that sound. Taking a deep breath, she starts.
 “My name is Nira. I am a friend of Stiles Stilinski. His car was found thirteen days ago. The trail follows along the side of the ravine before he was grabbed. He was carried through the trees towards a lake. We found another struggle a few miles further out. It indicates he was led towards another lake. That is where the trail stops. Divers were attacked there today. Whatever is in that lake. It killed two men and disappeared before we could kill it. I’m sorry to inform you of the untimely dead of Stiles Stilinski. He was a great man and a great friend. You could always count on him to have your back.” With a shuddering breath she quickly continues before she loses her courage.
 “There will be a closed casket funeral in a few days.”
 “No. No he isn’t dead. He can’t be, not. Not him. P- please not him. He des-. He deserved better. Are you sure he’s-” A stuttering Derek Hale is something she never thought she would hear. God that man sounds so heartbroken it made her own tears well up again.
 “Well there wasn’t a body…”
 “So he could still be alive” And shit, the hope in that voice did things to her poor heart.
 “The men it killed today, It swallowed hole. Bones and clothes included.”
 “…..”
 “Look. If you do not want to come, then that is your decision. I just thought you should know”
 “No, no, I’ll be there. It just. It doesn’t make sense.”
 “He deserved better.”
 “He did” Hanging up Nira took a deep breath before steeling herself. Crying would get them nowhere. She had a seamonster to kill and a friend to avenge. With another deep breath she walks away. Hitting the books to distract herself. Between pages she finds herself looking up, wanting to share a fact with her companion. Only to remember he is not there anymore.
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   When Peter walks back into the motel room, breakfast in hand, ready to bribe his daughter, niece and nephew back onto the road, he comes upon a side he never could have imagined. Malia and Cora are both sitting on one of the beds, clearly having woke up a short time ago by the sight of their dishevelled cloths. Tears in their eyes while staring at Derek.
Derek, who has probably woken up around the same time as Malia and Cora if Peter was to guess, is holding a phone in his hand. Slowly lowering it to his side. A shudder goes through his body before every muscle locks up tight.
 “No.”
 It comes out almost unrecognisable around the fangs Peter can’t see from where he is standing behind him. Although it could also be unrecognisable from the sheer desperation and anguish in his nephews voice. Another shudder goes through the body before he drops to the ground. Trembles shaking his entire body. That is when his daughter (daughter!) notices him. In a flash she is by his side wrapping her entire body around him. Peter is shocked. This is the first time the girl initiated any contact. Something is very, very wrong. With a dreaded feeling Peter focuses on his niece, who has wrapped herself around her brothers shaking form.
 “What happened?” Silent tears are streaming down her face when she looks at him.
 “It’s Stiles. He is dead.”
 “No. No not him. Never him. Please don’t. Do not lie about something like this. Don’t-” Denying everything he looks pleading towards the dark haired woman. She only shakes her head before shoving her face into her brothers neck again. Needless to say, they don’t get very far that day.
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iheartstiles · 7 years ago
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Inevitable | Stiles
{ Y/N/N = Your Nick Name Y/L/N = Your Last Name }
There he was, flinging the ball passed the goalie pretty much effortlessly during lacrosse practice. I leaned against the bleachers and smiled, fixing my ponytail. Stiles grinned my way, but I knew it wasn’t directed at me. I turned and, as expected, Lydia Martin walked passed me while elegantly swaying her hips.
I watched as Stiles forgot what he was doing, stumbling over his own feet but staying upright nonetheless. He blushed and quickly turned away, talking to Scott about something that I couldn’t hear.
Being in love with somebody who didn’t even notice you was probably the most stupid thing that I had gotten myself into ever since… well, ever. I forced myself to turn and walk away, knowing that if I stayed longer the ache in my heart would increase and I’d embarrass myself in front of a ton of people I wasn’t even friends with.
An hour later I had just arrived in my next class, Chemistry, and I sat down at a desk ready to be paired with some random nerd. However, I didn’t know that Chemistry lesson would change my life forever.
“Miss Y/L/N, Mr Stilinski.” Mr Harris said and my head shot up. I refrained myself from exclaiming my shock, and before I could even properly prepare myself, I felt somebody’s presence beside me.
“Hey. I guess we’re paired up for this project, huh?” Stiles said. His voice was so smooth and the way his lips moved made me want to kiss them so bad. God, I had to control myself.
“Y-yeah.” I stammered, moving my bag off the chair next to me and Stiles sat down, dropping his bag against the table in front of him.
“So, what’s your name?” He asked as he took out his books out. While Mr Harris continued to pair up students, he looked at me with those honey-coloured eyes and I swear I felt my insides melt.
I smiled slightly. “Y/N. You’re Stiles, right?”
“That’s me.” He laughed. “Pretty name, by the way.”
���Thanks.” I said, unable to stop myself from blushing. Stiles grinned and opened his book just as Mr Harris started announcing the project.
I noted what he said down. “… Please submit it next week Friday. This is both a test of intelligence and memory as well as a test of your ability to work together. Have a good day.”
With a groan, I closed my book. “If you want, I can just find some topics today and we can start the work on Monday.” I knew Stiles hated Chemistry, although he was extremely smart but it seemed that Mr Harris didn’t quite like him.
“I’m not going to let you do all the work.” Stiles said. “Are you free tomorrow?”
“Yeah. I… I think so.” I said, trying to make it seem as if I had to think about it. Honestly, I didn’t have anything to do after school. I only really spoke to people inside of school, and my mum was out all of the time so it didn’t really matter whether she granted me permission or not.
“Okay. Give me your number and I’ll text you later, okay?”
I nodded. “Yeah sure.” I wrote my number down on a piece of paper and handed it to him, and he smiled in a way that could have made any girl swoon.
The bell rang and Stiles packed his bag. “I’ll see you tomorrow, then?”
“Yeah. Bye, Stiles.” I said before he walked away, glancing at me once before he disappeared out of the door. I bit my lip and hit my forehead. Goodness, I couldn’t believe I had literally just spoken to my crush for the first time ever, and I’d probably been super obvious.
I got up and headed to the lockers to pick up my books, seeing as Chemistry was my last period of the day.
I arrived home and groaned when I noticed my mum’s car parked in the driveway. I parked my bicycle against the wall before heading inside the house, meeting my mum sitting at the dining table, sipping her tea and reading some sort of fashion magazine.
“Hi, Mum.” I greeted her, hanging my coat up and heading towards the kitchen to grab an apple before I leaned against the counter and watched my mum put the magazine down and acknowledge my existence.
“Hi, sweetie. How was school?”
“It was fine.” My phone buzzed in my pocket, and my mum raised her eyebrows.
“Who’s that? Have you finally made a friend?”
I rolled my eyes, hiding the fact that my heart literally missed a beat because it couldn’t be anyone other than Stiles, the only people who had my number was my mum, Stiles and Katherine who only had my number because our mothers were friends.
I pulled my phone out of my pocket and unlocked it, tapping on the text notification. “It’s just someone I have to do a Chemistry project with. Anyway, how’s work?”
“Good as usual. Got the day off, but I’m leaving again tomorrow morning.”
Stiles: Hey Y/N/N. It’s Stiles. I hope it’s okay to call you that. Just wanted to ask what time you’re comfortable with to hang out tomorrow? Your house or mine?
“Right. What time?” I asked, as I typed a reply. I was glad I had a knack for multitasking.
Me: Sure. Anytime’s good, and I honestly don’t mind. You pick.
“My flight leaves at 8, so I’ll be gone around 7. I’ve also got a dinner invitation from Katherine’s mum, but there’s lasagna in the fridge.” Mum said, and I sighed. The few days a month that my mum was home, she always immediately made plans with her many lady friends and left me to tend for myself. At least she gave me the money to get whatever I needed for groceries, clothes, etc., but it still hurt sometimes that she was hardly around.
“Okay, Mum.” I said. My phone buzzed again and Mum once again looked at me suspiciously. “You’ve been acting weird lately. Are you sure there’s nothing you want to talk to me about?”
“No, there’s nothing I need to talk to you about. Not now, anyway.” I said, taking a bite of my apple before glancing back down at my phone.
Stiles: Is your house okay? Dad’s got a day off tomorrow and yeah. Maybe around 3 pm?
“Okay. I’m going to go get ready.”
“Fine. Bye, Mum.” I said without looking up. I had a nervous ache in my stomach, and I suddenly didn’t feel that hungry anymore.
Me: Yeah, that’s fine.
Stiles: Cool :) See you then.
Me: See you.
I sighed and slid my phone into my back pocket, finishing my apple before throwing the core away and heading upstairs to do my homework.
The next day I woke up from the sound of my mum’s car leaving the driveway, I tried going back to sleep, but my mind had decided that overthinking today’s events would be a better activity than sleeping, so I was left getting up at 7 am on a Saturday morning.
I made my way downstairs after grabbing my English books and sat at the kitchen island, doing my homework in an effort to let time go by faster.
It was 9:02 when I finally finished the last piece of homework I had and I made myself some breakfast before taking a shower and getting ready for the day.
At 2:45 I had gone grocery shopping, cleaned the house, tidied my room and done possibly everything I could have done. This definitely meant I would be extremely bored tomorrow, but I’d rather be bored than have to endure the nauseated feeling the butterflies in my stomach were producing.
I got a text from my mum that she’d arrived in Los Angeles and I didn’t reply. I couldn’t be bothered to. I headed downstairs and poured myself a glass of apple juice, sipping it slowly. I nearly let the glass fall when the doorbell rang. Yesterday evening, before I had gone to sleep, I had texted Stiles my address because of course I had completely forgotten to do so during our earlier text exchange.
After putting the glass down I made my way to the front door and opened it, only to find Stiles grinning at me. He was wearing a white t-shirt with red details and jeans, his backpack slung over his shoulder and his eyes glistened in the sunlight.
“Hey there.” Stiles smiled. “I don’t know about you, but I’m ready to tackle this beast of a project and strangle it.”
“Well that’s one way to put it.” I said, a weight lifting off my shoulders and the twist in my stomach leaving. “Come on in.” I opened the door wider and stepped out of the way to allow him to enter.
He walked in with a smile, looking around. “Nice house. Are you home alone?”
“Yeah.” I said, closing the door. “As usual.”
“You’re home alone most of the time?” Stiles asked, and I nodded. “Yeah. Mum works for some company and she travels a lot. She’s home maybe five days a month. Would you like something to drink?”
“Sure. Doesn’t that get lonely, though?”
“Kind of. I’m used to it.” I said. “What would you like?”
“Uhm.. Whatever you’re having is fine.” Stiles said. I nodded. “Well, I’m having apple juice. Is that okay with you?”
“Yeah.” Stiles replied and I poured him a glass and refilled mine. “So where are we going to work?” He asked once I handed his glass to him.
I bit my lip, thinking. “Let’s work upstairs, yeah? I’ve got everything we need there.”
“Alright.” Stiles said, and I motioned for him to follow me upstairs to my bedroom. Once we got there I pulled my books out from my bookshelf and laid them on the floor in front of my bed.
“So what do you want the project to be about?” I asked as I sat down on the carpeted floor, and Stiles dropped his bag against the bed and sat in front of me.
“I’m not sure. I wasn’t exactly listening to what he was saying.” Stiles admitted, blushing.
I laughed. “I don’t blame you. He wants us to choose an experiment, make it happen, observe it and then write our observations.”
“Right. Maybe we could…”
—-
That was the start of my friendship with Stiles. We started hanging out more, though I kept it all a secret from my mum. I was stubborn, I told myself that if she wasn’t here she didn’t care and she didn’t have to know because, knowing my mum, she would make a big deal about it and question me about any ‘possible relationships’.
Sure, I still had a crush on Stiles but I had learned to control it. I’d become close with Scott as well, and thanks to Stiles I didn’t feel so bored or lonely outside of school. There were times when our hugs lingered a bit longer than an average hug ('the average hug’ meaning Scott’s hugs because there really weren’t any other guys I was comfortable enough with to hug) but I told myself I was just imagining it.
“Y/N.. Y/N!” Somebody whispered, and I turned to find Scott crouching on the roof outside my window. “Scott?! What are you doing here?” I asked, as I opened the window as quietly as possible. “You know my mum’s home!”
“I do, I do. But Stiles said he needs us both. Something happened in the woods, some sort of murder or something. Stiles thinks it’s another wolf.” Scott said. I nodded and quickly pulled my shoes on and pulled on a hoodie I had borrowed from Stiles once and never returned. It smelled like him and it made my heart race, as if he were here with me in person.
You see, Scott was a werewolf. It’s a long story, but Stiles had explained everything to me once I had found out. “Okay. One second.” I said quietly to Scott before opening the door and shouting, “Mum, I’m off to sleep. Goodnight!”
“Sleep well, sweetie!” She replied and I closed the door, turning the light off and heading towards the window. Scott had already moved so I could go through, and I climbed onto the roof swiftly, having done this a million times before.
“Nice hoodie.” He smirked, probably identifying Stiles’ scent on it. “Thank you.” I grinned, following him as he jumped off the roof and I did the same. He ran into the woods and I followed him, until eventually we saw Stiles’ familiar blue Jeep parked in the middle of a clearing.
My heart skipped a beat when I saw him leaning against the side of the car, and I immediately ran up to him and engulfed him in a hug. He laughed and wrapped his arms around my waist, resting his chin on my shoulder before I pulled away with a blush. God I hated how my cheeks heated up so easily.
“Alright guys, that’s enough.” Scott teased, like he always did. I stuck my tongue out at him, but I knew thanks to his supernatural hearing. “Fill us in, Stiles?” I asked him.
“A random couple got murdered, heard my dad say something about wolf-like bites on the bodies. I thought Scott should investigate.” Stiles said. “We can’t just let another wolf enter Beacon Hills. I’ve already called Derek, he’s aware of the situation.”
“Okay.” I said. “So why’d you need me here?”
“Moral support.” Stiles grinned brilliantly and I felt my knees weaken but thankfully I stabilised myself by leaning against the car just as Stiles was doing, only I was leaning with my shoulder against it. “I need another human here in case Scott decides to forget that I don’t have supernatural powers.”
“That happened once, Stiles!” Scott exclaimed, and I laughed. “Shouldn’t we go investigate, guys?” I asked, and Stiles smiled at me.
“Always thoughtful. Let’s go, Scott.”
“Do you have a flashlight?” Scott asked, and Stiles turned to open the car door and a few seconds later a flashlight was tossed to both Scott and I, and he was holding his own.
“Always prepared.” I retorted, and Stiles laughed before locking the car.
Scott made a gagging sound, and I glared at him. We headed off into the woods, Stiles leading the way and Scott sniffing for a trace of the wolf.
“Do you think it’s an omega?” I asked Scott quietly, and he shrugged. “I don’t know, Y/N. I haven’t picked up anything yet.”
We finally got at the crime scene, and I saw Stiles’ dad, the Sheriff, talk to some police officers. Scott stopped, and I turned to him only to find him walking in the opposite direction. He motioned for me to follow and I grabbed Stiles’ hand to get his attention.
I blushed in the dark, aware of how his hand fit in mine and Stiles turned towards me. “What?” He asked quietly.
“Scott found a scent. Come on.” I pulled him towards Scott, and I turned my flashlight off as to not gain attention.
We followed Scott until we arrived at Allison and Scott’s secret spot. Derek was already there, and his eyes flashed at us as if to say 'stay back’….
“Come on, I’ll give you a boost up.” Stiles said later that night once we arrived at my house. I nodded and he boosted me up so I could climb onto the roof. He followed suit, and we slowly walked over to the window of my room. I opened it slowly and jumped in quietly, Stiles doing the same.
I sighed, and ran my fingers through my hair. “Is Scott going to be okay?”
“Of course he will. He’s in good hands with Deaton.” Stiles said and I sat on the bed with my back against the headboard. Stiles did the same and we both sat there for a moment. What had happened today had been the first time I’d truly experienced anything supernatural that was dangerous, and to be honest I was feeling extremely shook up.
“Y/N/N…” Stiles said. “You’re going to be okay. Everything will. Look at me, I’ve survived this for like a year now. I’m doing fine.”
“I know.” I said. “I just–” I made the mistake of looking up into his eyes, and I realised how close those beautiful lips were to mine. All I had to do was lean in a little bit and they would touch.
“You just?” Stiles asked, and I completely forgot what I wanted to say.
“Nothing. Are you tired?” I asked, and Stiles shook his head. “No. You?”
“I don’t know.” I said honestly.
Stiles smiled slightly. “Would you like me to leave?”
“No, please don’t.” I said. “Just want to lay down for a bit.”
Stiles nodded, and he gently grabbed my hand, lacing our fingers together. I smiled at him and moved down, turning on my side and he kissed my shoulder.
“This is my hoodie isn’t it?” He whispered, and I nodded. “Yeah. Sorry, it’s just really comfortable and I kept forgetting to give it back.”
“That’s okay.” He said, and I turned my head, looking at him. “Stiles?”
“Yes?” He asked, looking up from behind my shoulder and I bit my lip. “Do you still like Lydia?”
“No…” He said, a flush covering his pale skin. “I’ll always admire her because well, I had feelings for her for ten years. But no, I don’t obsessively like her anymore.”
“Oh, okay.” I said, trying to act cool even though I was mentally doing a happy dance.
Stiles hummed against my shoulder. “Why are you asking?”
“No reason.” I answered, turning my head back around and sighing into the soft pillow.
“Okay.” He gave my hand a tight squeeze, and before I realised it, I was falling asleep….
“Y/N Y/L/N!!” A shrill voice woke me up and I groaned. “Mum leave me alone.”
“Not until you explain why the Sheriff’s son is in your bed!” She shouted, and I felt somebody stir behind me and yesterday’s events came rushing back to me as I woke up fully.
“Who’s shouting?” Stiles asked as he, too, woke up slowly. I opened my eyes only to find my mum, completely dressed, with her arms crossed and I quickly got up.
“Mum, it isn’t what you think!” I said. “Look, we’re both fully dressed. He’s just my friend.”
“You never–”
“Because you’re never around.” I said, and I turned to Stiles who was looking at me with a look that I couldn’t decipher.
“Y/N….” She said.
I sighed. “Mum, can you leave me alone for a bit? Please? Nothing happened, I promise.”
“Fine. Stiles, that’s your name right?” She asked Stiles, who nodded. “You may join us for breakfast if you want.”
“Thank you, Mrs Y/L/N.”
My mum nodded before walking out of my room and closing the door behind her. I sighed and fell back onto the bed, groaning and covering my face with the pillow.
“Are you okay?” Stiles asked, and I groaned into the pillow. Suddenly the pillow was being pulled away and Stiles was leaning over me. My heart started racing like it usually did when he was this close to me, and Stiles smiled at me.
“What?” I asked, and he chuckled. “I knew it. Scott told me.”
My eyes widened and he moved closer. “He told me your heart beat rose whenever you were around me. He could smell it off you, you know. From the moment he met you.” He whispered. “I didn’t believe him at first. I thought he was messing with me. I knew for sure yesterday when you asked me whether I still liked Lydia.”
“Great.” I sighed and Stiles raised his eyebrows. “Not happy?”
“You’re going to friendzone me now, right?”
“Well… no.” Stiles said. “I was planning to kiss you, but if you don’t want to then that’s fine too.”
My jaw dropped, and he laughed, pressing my chin slightly so as to close my mouth. Without warning, he kissed me.
It was everything I had imagined and more. His warm lips were soft and fit mine as if they were the missing puzzle piece. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss because god I felt like I was dreaming and I wanted to make the dream worth it.
He smiled against my lips and laughed. “Wow, Y/N/N. Ever heard of taking it slow?”
“For god’s sake, Stilinski, shut up.” I said, kissing him again and rolling us over so I was straddling him. I cupped his cheeks and brushed my lips against his, teasing him slightly.
“You made me wait, and you expect me to take it slow.” I mumbled as I kissed his jaw line before kissing his lips again.
Stiles didn’t reply, although to be fair I didn’t really allow him to. When I finally pulled away to catch my breath, Stiles’ lips were tinged red and I knew mine were probably marked as well. “Weren’t you supposed to go speak to you mum?”
“Oh. Right.” I said, having forgotten that completely. I got off of him and for a moment just stared at him, unable to comprehend that we’d just spent about ten minutes making out. It was weird, finally kissing him when I’d been crushing on him for SO long.
He smiled and sat up, leaning over to peck my lips. “Do you want me to stay and wait or should I go?”
“Is that even a question?” I asked. “And, stop kissing me. I’m going to end up not being able to control myself.”
“Wow. What have I done to you?” Stiles asked mockingly. I shrugged. “You kissed me, that’s what.”
“Yeah well it was inevitable.” Stiles said. “I liked you too much.”
I blushed but before I could reply Stiles spoke again. “Go talk to your mum, Y/N/N. I’ll be here when you get back.”
“Okay.” I believed him, but I still felt like I was in a dream. I smiled at him before getting up and walking towards the door, heading towards the kitchen to speak to my mum, hoping deeply that she’d believe me.
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