#derek hale prey

[teenwolfvore]

Teenage Arrogance

Jackson had been waiting for just the right moment to do this. If he screwed up, then he would be in serious trouble. Derek Hale was in trouble before he was an alpha. The werewolf had made threats against Jackson multiple times about swallowing him up. Jackson realized that it was only a matter of time before he would do something that legitimately angered him. So he might as well get the jump on him first.

Jackson snuck into Derek's loft and heard the sound that he was looking for. Derek's heavy snoring, a byproduct of Derek going on his patrol. Perfect for Jackson to sneak in and take advantage. He quickly tiptoes to the bed and observes Derek's sleeping form. Jackson admired Derek's muscles and licked his lips. If he could do this, it would be such a fulfilling meal. Jackson didn't waste any time as he went right for those big hairy feet. Jackson opens his mouth wide, drool building up on his tongue as he glomps down!

Jackson couldn't believe the taste. Derek tasted so good. He needed more of him luckily the sleeping hunk was a feast for the cocky team. Jackson gulps down Derek's calves and pulls them in. Jackson saliva helps lube Derek inside of his mouth. Derek's legs explode in flavor on Jackson's tongue. The teenager slowly snakes his way up towards Derek's thighs. His tongue flicks in between them to collect all of the sweat. Afterwards, Jackson growls and takes another gulp. With that all of Derek's legs are gone, Jackson slowly working his way up to that waist. Jackson plays with Derek's big cock with his tongue. The sleeping stud had no idea that he was getting an involuntary BJ. Derek shifts in his sleep while Jackson continues to suck him off. Derek mumbles to himself, probably amused at the feeling. Jackson doesn't stop attacking that cock with his tongue. The cocky stud also pays close attention to Derek's balls. Lapping them with his big pink tongue. Eventually enough of this is good enough to finally get Derek to blow his load in his sleep. Jackson is greeted with a nice load down his throat. Jackson greedily sucks at all and then swallows the rest of Derek's waist.

Jackson places Derek's hands by his lips so that he can swallow up his arms without struggle. There is still a bit of cum inside his mouth as he devoured Derek. Jackson felt the way that Derek's abs bulged inside of his throat as he gobbled up Derek. More of the werewolf was slowly slipping inside of Jackson's belly. Gone were his abs and instead replaced by the thickening dome that Derek was replacing. Jackson getting to Derek's chest was confident that even if the stud woke up, it wouldn't make much of a difference. So he takes some time to suck on Derek's chest and gently grazes on his back. The sleeping stud began to awaken as Jackson put away both of those beefy pectorals down his throat.

By the time Derek was awake it was far too late. Jackson had already swallowed up his neck. The first and last thing that Derek sees is Jackson's pearly white teeth closing around his head. Then Derek watches the light fade before being pushed down. Derek's head is then squeezed downward in Jackson's throat. Derek cussed as he had little idea what had happened to him. Until he curls up inside of somebody's belly. Derek begins to push and shout on the belly furious that somebody had dared to eat him. Try as he might though, there's nothing that he could do. Derek was nothing more than food for Jackson.

Jackson lies down on Derek's bed with smug satisfaction. Now that he has finally bellied Derek, there is no risk of retaliation. Derek would be trapped inside of Jackson's belly for a good while. The smug teenager chuckles as he gives the top of his belly a chiding slap. Derek was all his and there would be little for the alpha werewolf to do. For Jackson though, he lied back and yawns. A little nap wouldn't hurt and Derek would be there when he woke up. Jackson would tease the crap out of him for getting gobbled up by a teenager.

Jackson's eyes soon fall heavy. One hand rests on top of that fleshy dome containing Jackson's prize.

[blackheartvore]

Distracting Derek

A Teen Wolf vore story

A gift for @teenwolfvore

Peter watched through a crack in the door as a naked Derek had his fun with two of his favorite prey. His nephew was busy scarfing down Scott, the true alpha's head was already in his throat, and fucking Stiles at the same time, the little human was writhing and moaning every time Derek bucked into him.

Peter started groping himself as Derek's tongue lapped at Scott's sweaty abs. A few more gulps and that tongue was licking over the true alpha's rock hard cock and dangling balls. Peter knew exactly what Scott tasted and was imagining his flavor on his own tongue.

That wasn't why he was there though. It had been a while since he'd gotten to swallow down his nephew and he missed both the way Derek tasted and how he always filled out his stomach. Tonight, with a little planned help, he'd finally catch his nephew off guard again.

Peter snuck slowly into the room as Derek tossed his head back and swallowed down Scott's plump little ass and still hard cock. Stiles was still getting fucked mercilessly and his whines and groans combined with Derek's loud gulps covered Peter's footsteps. It didn't take long for Scott's calves and feet to slide past Derek's lips on the way to his stomach.

Derek didn't even so much as pause his thrusting while a nearly room vibrating belch left his throat. That was when Peter struck, grabbing his nephew from behind as he descended on his head. The flavor hit Peter's tongue and he groaned. Yeah, he'd definitely missed this.

Derek struggled once he realized what was going on, but Peter was already past his shoulders and letting his tongue trace over his nephew's beefy and hairy chest.

Peter slid the tip of his tongue through the grooves of Derek's abs, the defined muscles stretched out by Scott's tasty little body. As Peter lifted Derek up with one hand and guided his throbbing cock into Stiles now empty ass with the other, he gradually forced his nephew down his throat. He went as slow as he could manage, but the bliss of having his favorite meal again took over. Once he worked the bulging gut down, he gave himself a break to slurp over his nephew's muskiest parts, all while continuing to use Stiles' hole.

Peter held out longer than he expected before the thick and fuzzy ass was finally gulped down. He savored the strong thighs and muscular calves before sucking on his nephew's soles and toes. Derek was full of flavor and Peter experienced it all before one final swallow tucked Derek away.

His double full belly rested on Stiles' back as he worked towards finishing in the boy's hole. Stiles just moaned louder as he felt Derek still fighting in Peter's stomach. This was why he'd agreed to distract Derek for Peter, he wanted to feel him struggling in a belly. Scott being in there too was just a bonus.

Derek shifted in Peter's gut and caused his uncle to let out a massive burp. The relief of letting it out and Stiles' tight ass gripping his cock finally pushed him over. He unloaded deep in Stiles' guts before dragging his heavy stomach over to sit in a chair in the corner of the room.

It didn't take long for Stiles to weakly stumble over and get on his knees. Peter sighed as the naked boy rubbed his belly. Once he had room for dessert, he wouldn't hesitate to devour the cream filled little treat.

[hedwig221b]

"A human with fangs" ugh YES. Derek is not human! He has never once been human. Why would he act like a human?? Let him be weird and creepy and obsessed!!

I do enjoy soft!Derek, but ultimately he's a wolf in human skin. He needs to act like it!

WOLF IN HUMAN SKIN

YES

He is going to be wary of strangers, he is going to be possessive of what he considers his and he will bite, snap and growl. Derek Hale is a predator. He will stalk his prey. And, guess what, it will not be weird for him to do! It's natural. And I also love making Derek bite Stiles, because the amount of videos I watched of wolves grooming each other and play-biting... It's so gentle and so cute.

But also, when Derek is soft... It only shows the amount of trust he has in person he's with that he allows himself that softness. It's special and rare.

Also I watched "I Lived with Wolves for 72 hours by Yes Theory and I recommend everyone who loves were/wolves to watch it, wolves are so loyal.

[thebigoblin]

your hand on my waistline

tags: Established Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Married Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Alpha Derek Hale, Under-negotiated Kink, Somnophilia, Free Use, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Slice of Life

A/N: The title is from Taylor's song "I Know Places." Also, posting this here, will put this up on ao3 in the next 12 hours or sm. It's already noon here and I've only moved from my bed to go to the washroom lol... the plot (or porn?) bunnies really took over this Sunday morning.

on ao3!

He wakes up syrupy slow, the blankness of a good night's sleep wanting to take him back, the brightness of the sun bringing him to consciousness. He wakes up like a gentle breeze, eyes closed, slowly getting on his knees, cracking his limbs. His eyes open when hands trail his waist, warm and big, his upper half bare. Kisses land in the middle of his shoulder blades, and the touch has him smiling and turning his head.

"'S early." Derek's eyes are open just enough for him to squint and for Stiles to glimpse a bit of green, and he tugs, and Stiles follows until his back and Derek's front are adjoined, both of them clad only in boxers. Derek's hands caress his stomach, his chest, and rest there. This position, with Stiles' body on one of Derek's hand, will have his partner complain of a numb arm when they truly, eventually get up. But for now...

They sleep.

*

This time, he wakes up to trailing kisses on his body. Warm lips, big hands, and a breathtaking smile greet him as he opens his eyes, and morning breath be damned. Stiles moves his hands to Derek's neck, fingers caressing the hair at the nape, and Derek comes closer, his body hovering over Stiles', and their lips meet. It's sweet and unhurried, open lips and eager tongues, few clacks of teeth and a cheeky lip bite from Stiles on Derek's bottom lip.

"Brat," Derek says when he pulls back. Stiles grins.

"How ever will I be punished?"

Derek's eyes flash. Ruby red, danger. He's supposed to fear it. He should — he's the prey. Derek is the predator, the so-called monster, the thing that doesn't exist.

Stiles wraps his legs around Derek's waist, calves digging into Derek's back, his hands playing with the elastic on Derek's boxers.

"You're such a brat." Derek means it, more than means it, eyes still red, and oh, here it comes. His right hand wraps around Stiles' neck, left hand on the other side of Stiles' head, and they're a breath apart, so close. "Do you know what happens to brats, Stiles?"

He has an idea. But he says, "No."

Derek grins, feral. "I'm going to teach you, then."

*

His hands are tied to the bedpost, they sting with the stretch, and his neck is bruised from Derek's tight grip on them. He doesn't choke him, but he holds, and Derek holds tight. There's no other way to hold, and Stiles wouldn't want there to be.

His legs are as wide apart as they can be, and Stiles wants to free his hands, wants to move them and grip Derek's hair, pull him up and make them kiss. But his hands aren't free, and Derek is between his legs, head bowed, lips and teeth working against Stiles' sensitive inner thighs, his balls.

Derek licks a long a stripe across his balls, and Stiles can only mewl. Derek has been at this for fucking hours. (Minutes. But to Stiles, time only exists when he's cumming, and right now, that is an eternity away).

"Fuck, baby, the noises you make. I could cum from just that," Derek's voice is a low register, hoarse, and damn it. Too sexy.

Stiles mewls in agreements, pants, "Please," like that will do anything. "Let me cum, please, please."

Derek looks at him. Direct. Commanding. "You're still speaking," he says. He doesn't say anything else.

Stiles can't take it. He loves what Derek doles out, he does, but today he has no patience. He stares into Derek's eyes, the ocean-forest colors, and pleads his case. "I'll do anything. Anything, just let me cum now, please."

Derek doesn't agree right away. Doesn't say anything. He just watches, nostrils flared, jaw set. Sees the desperation and the tempting image Stiles must make, tied and at Derek's mercy, begging, pleading, crying. And he takes Stiles' cock in his mouth, hard and leaking, and goes to town.

Tongue, fingers, and the suction of Derek's mouth has Stiles cumming moments after, gone on pleasure.

He's inchoherent, all the words in his extensive vocabulary reduced to whimpers and noises he cannot parse in his current state, and all Derek does is stroke him through the experience. He's hungry still, nowhere near done with Stiles, his cock rock-hard and touching Stiles' as he moves up after, cum-tasting lips on Stiles after he's stopped trembling, has finally gone lax.

It's the morning, he just had an orgasm, and Derek is kissing him and being the gentleman he is, soft with him. Washing him up with a wet cloth when Stiles makes a noise of disgust at his state, and it's only after Stiles turns around to be the little spoon, his hands free now, back to Derek's front, that he realizes only one of them chased their pleasure.

"Alpha?" He asks, bone-tired, almost asleep again.

"Shh, sleep. Just one thing — you're still okay with me using you, right?" He says it so casually, like getting to fuck Stiles wherever and whenever (within some limits they've both set, after hours and hours of conversation), isn't something unusual, when in fact Derek was the one most hesitant about it. They haven't really done it much, despite their love for the Alpha-Brat routine, but Stiles knows one thing for sure.

"Yup. Definitely a-ok with it. More than."

Derek brushes away hair from his forehead and rumbles with pleasure. "Sleep," he says again, and Stiles is off to dreamland with a smile on his face.

*

His trip to dreamland is rather small — or so he thinks. Because when he opens his eyes once again, it's not because he wants to, but rather something makes him do it.

The something happens to be Derek's cock thrusting in and out of him, brutally fast, on the edge of his orgasm. Stiles doesn't even have to spare a braincell to get on with the program, his own cock leaking at the pleasure Derek is taking from him, the little tremors going through Derek's body, hands across Stiles' waist, on him, hard and bruising.

"Hard, harder," Stiles' voice comes off sleep-rough, and maybe he's been asleep longer than mere minutes. Derek fucks into him, big and warm in his tight little hole, and it's perfect, this combination of them — Stiles is by no means a shy little virgin, but every time with Derek feels like the first time, and Derek has told him more than enough times that he feels the same. It's magic, Stiles will always say; Derek always counters with, "No, dumbass, it's love."

Maybe it's a combination of both, because goddamn, Derek hasn't been the only man he's been with but he is the only one to make him feel this way.

Derek heeds his words, too gone on chasing his pleasure to do his routine "do the opposite of what Stiles says" at the moment, and he cums like a wave, all inside Stiles, his thrusts becoming uncontrolled. There's a low growl, snap of teeth at Stiles' neck, and that's it, Stiles' dick joins the fun.

Stiles' insides fill with Derek's white-hot cum as the sheets below him fill with Stiles'.

They lay panting for about five-minutes, Stiles not minding the mess because he's got Derek's arms wrapped around him and his dick inside him; he's comfortable. And then Derek breaks the silence.

"Was a record, baby," Derek tells him, kisses the back of his neck, open-mouthed kisses that has Stiles blushing like he didn't just have sex with the man. He turns in Derek's hold, who watches him, a little cross-eyed, and with a small, wicked smile on his face. "Hey. Sleep good?"

"Good," Stiles answers, snuggling in against Derek's chest. It's warm, and good, and his Alpha is all rumbly, purring with pride. "Record?" His vocabulary still seems to be lost, stolen by Derek's cock and his ability to suck cock, too, and Derek, the bastard, gets it. So when he speaks, Stiles just knows he's grinning his "wolf got the canary" smile.

"Fucked you once already before you woke up. Took my time with you, baby, put my whole fist in you. You take me so well, like you were made for me, fuck, come here." Stiles leans more and more into Derek's chest at the revelation — Derek loves to take his time, and can spend hours edging his pleasure when it concerns Stiles and all that he has to offer. Which means Derek used him for about two hours; Stiles knows him, and he knows that, especially when it comes to preparing Stiles, Derek can take at least an hour.

And Stiles woke up when Derek was about to cum the second time. So, yep. Definitely two hours, at least. And he didn't even stir in all that time, not until a long time — definitely a record when it comes to Derek using him and him being not conscious for it.

Derek pulls his face up and Stiles leans into the kiss, so sweet and gentle, it gives him cavities. And it's so jarring from the words spilling from Derek's mouth, Stiles has to focus to realize that yep, this is happening.

It's always the quiet ones.

"Almost made you spill in your sleep, baby, and that made me want to cum. So I did. I already cleaned you," Derek answers his unasked question. "Even made breakfast, but put it into the fridge for later." Sex talk and food talk, in the same conversation. Stiles loves Derek more and more every single day.

"I love you," Derek kisses him at the words, still sweet, but possessive, too, this time. "Yours."

"Yours, Stiles, always yours."

Stiles grins and moves his pointer finger across Derek's chest, slow and sensual. "Could you do one more thing for me?"

Derek raises an eyebrow. "Other than lick our combined jizz from you and our bed?" Stiles nods. "What do you want, brat?" The switch is so quick — baby to brat — and Stiles lives for this.

"Bring me breakfast in bed and feed me food because, you know, sex legs and all that."

Derek rolls them around and pins him to the bed, on his side where the sheet is not wet, and fuck, there they go again, their cocks touching, creating unintended friction.

"At this rate you'll have to feed me lunch in bed, too."

Derek grins down at him, already teasing Stiles' hole with his fingers. "Made enough sandwiches to last till tomorrow morning."

Stiles says in-between whimpers — he's too sensitive — "Fuck. How long was I asleep for?"

"Long enough for me to plan what to feed you. Food-wise and me-wise."

Derek's clearly been spending too much time with him, because that's something he'll totally say.

"Yes, yes, yes," Stiles pants, and the day goes on and on, the sunlight on the floorboards of their bedroom turns into shadows cast by the moonlight, and then the lamps light the way. They eat food, cuddle, and kiss. And they fuck, brutal and quick, and they rest, and they make love, looking into each other's eyes and saying everything they've said till now and will say in the future.

They're in their own home, in love and with each other, and this is how they choose to spend this weekend.

*

Monday morning comes, and Stiles wakes up to Derek talking on his work phone. Stiles catches the tail-end of it.

"—feeling well. Thank you. Bye."

Stiles waits till the call disconnects and Derek puts the phone away on his nightstand.

"I tired you out, huh?"

"Stop talking. Sleep. Too early," Derek swallows Stiles' laughter with a kiss and even his protests of it's not too early, it's almost nine in the morning, according to the clock on the wall, ends in a huff and another kiss. "Sleep," Derek insists.

Stiles doesn't just have sex-legs. He has sex-body, and he's just not going to pass this up.

So, he sleeps, and the sleep comes easy with Derek's weight on him.

[buckybarnesss]

Lurker now follower here, hi hi, I love your blog and all your insights and thoughts on Teen Wolf and Sterek!! I just finished a rewatch and then immediately started over from the beginning because I am Unwell 😂😂😂

I’m on episode one and I gotta say it’s pretty hilarious how Stiles immediately recognizes Derek. Like, I can only imagine how obsessed he was with the fire and the Hale family, and now Derek is back!!

I don’t really have more coherent thoughts on this, just my brain going BRRRRR so yea lol 😂😂

hi! welcome!

i know we all joke about how stiles immediately knows it's derek hale that he and scott run into because it is funny. like stiles baby. honey. the signs were there.

i've always gotten the impression the fire is something stiles remembers very, very well.

the hale fire changed beacon hills. the hales had been there since the town's foundation. they were a well off, prominent family. there was reason to suspect arson. multiple children died and the only known survivors were two barely adult children and a severely burned, comatose man.

laura and derek were high schoolers. cora was eleven years old and presumed dead.

we're told the only thing left recognizable of talia hale were her claws.

it's the definition of a tragedy.

not to think of the supernatural repercussions to the vacuum left behind.

stiles would've been about 10 when the fire occurred which is young but old enough to understand the severity of such an event. especially as the child of the sheriff.

he probably saw how it weighed on his father and had a healthy dose of morbid curiosity. he may have even have knew cora hale in that passive way you know other kids in your school even if you don't know them personally. one day there and the next dead. for someone like stiles who gets hyper-focused on things and has a lot of anxiety stemming from the death of his mother i can easily imagine how his mind didn't let it go.

meeting derek in person created a hyperfixation so intense and so unhinged it led to him recognizing teen derek hale at 50 paces or less in a mexican desert several years later.

as he got to know derek he unlocked the layered tragic backstory stiles really became derek's secret keeper.

and it is only stiles that gets these pieces of the puzzle that is derek hale. he's the one who goes through the hale fire files, he's the one who pieced together that kate argent preyed on a young derek and he knows about paige.

i find it interesting choice to have only stiles know these things about derek. scott never learns of these things that could possibly make him more empathetic towards derek. the writers don't use it that way.

especially because stiles learning these things never goes anywhere overt. it's all in the subtext of the relationship between derek and stiles.

like, stiles learns about paige and he does nothing with this information but we do see him with tears in his eyes over it. he doesn't ever learn that paige's death gave power to the nemeton either. jennifer only tells derek that.

he knows all of this about derek and never tells anyone. he only ever alludes to knowing about kate one time and it's in the overlooked when he gets in derek's face. i'm unsure derek's even aware stiles knows about paige. stiles carries all these secrets about derek and he never uses it against him. instead he continues to keep coming back again and again and again for derek.

more importantly he understands derek and what is love but the mortifying ordeal of being known.

that all said stiles is absolutely unhinged about derek and derek does nothing to curb this by the way. if it bothered him he'd stop it but they are freak4freak so derek probably finds it charming even if he puts up a few token protests just to bait stiles.

[teenwolf-confessions]

Kate stalked the Hale's until she found an in, which was Derek who was fifteen at the time. She placed herself in a position of power as his substitute teacher, seduced him and murdered his family. She found him again, electrocuted him and thought to herself later on that she should have taken advantage of him again. She is an ephebophile. She had a thing for Jackson and wondered about being a substitute(again) to get close to him much to Allison's disgust and the writers actually planned for Kate and Stiles to be paired up in season one before some mtv big wig told Jeff to can it. This actually happened what the hell.

Kate is so much worse than Jennifer Blake, if you need to wank that Derek was taken advantage of the do so, we, J-Blake fans, agree with you. But use the same amount of hate for Kate fans that you use for us. At least our bad guy isn't as bad as yours. Ours is crazy and delusional, yours is a perverted predator who got horny on torturing her former sexual victim and thought about doing it again. And again. And did so again when she deaged him to the age she initially preyed upon him and seduced him again and kissed him and maybe other things? There was some time after she kidnapped teen Derek and before she got to the school. What were they doing in that like hour that she kidnapped him before getting to the school? Freaking gross. Just saying.

[averagewriter-inthedark]

Heart of the Ocean 💙 | Teen Wolf Miniseries Part 2

Takes place in between 3A & 3B of Teen Wolf

Teen Wolf Masterlist | read part 1 here

Characters & Pairings: Hale/McCall Pack x vampire!reader (female/platonic), eventual Peter Hale x reader (romantic), reader x male!oc ( past romance) & reader x supernatural!reader (platonic). Characters in this imagine: Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Lydia Martin, Allison Argent, Isaac Lahey, Derek Hale, Peter Hale, Chris Argent, Alan Deaton.

Content Warnings: light angst, profanity, references of historical event disaster, mentions of death, blood, and murder | female!reader (she/her) | ws: 6.4k

Requested 📨 yes/no (rules for requests)

Premise: with the riddle solved the pack now have to face the truth their English teacher is not who they thought she was. To find out who’s responsible for the chaos in Beacon Hills they have no choice but to confront Y/n about her identity and nature. Even if it could cost them their lives.

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*tick* *tick* *tick*

Scott’s eyes were on the clock, flickering over to Stiles who wore an expression similar to his. Filled with unease and wondering if what they were about to do was a mistake. The minutes were ticking away as the school day approached its end. Glancing to Allison and Lydia in the front of the classroom he could see in their neck and shoulders how tense they were, Allison nervously chewing on the tip of her pen. All throughout the lecture none could stay focused. Not when the person teaching had a harrowing secret they were about to confront.

How would she react? Better yet, how were they going to even breach the subject.

Scott could see them fucking everything up in the blink of the eye. He couldn’t help but recall Peter’s warning from the night before. “Vampires can be hostile creatures—especially if they haven’t fed for a while. They can go maybe….weeks without drinking blood before they start to lose their control. Considering Loretta—or should I say, Y/n, has been in Beacon Hills a few months I can only assume she is getting her blood by some other means than preying on its citizens. Still, approach her with caution if you decide to confront her. If I was a 130 year old vampire who was a wealthy socialite that survived one of the most famous shipwrecks in history and was being hunted by my creator…well let’s just say I wouldn’t let you leave still breathing.”

The more the seconds ticked by the more Scott was regretting the plan. After much debate the pack wanted to get to the bottom of everything quickly and that meant confronting Miss. Andrews at school. Which was very unnerving. Discovering she was a vampire only made her more intimidating after already establishing herself as someone who came off as unapproachable. Though they had few interactions, Scott found Miss. Andrews to possess an aura that reads, ‘better to wonder in silence rather than search for answers.’ Appearing no older than the age of thirty, sometimes she’d say words or phrases that made her seem much older.

Thankfully their English section was the last period of the day. Isaac wasn’t in the class but he had Miss. Andrews that morning and kept his eyes out for the necklace, however, he was unable to tell if the woman was wearing it.

The Heart of the Ocean.

What led them to her.

If she was wearing the necklace it had to have been beneath her high collared shirt that was paired with a black blazer and dress pants. Now knowing what they know, they realized Miss. Andrews always wore clothing that was sophisticated and concealed her neck area. Whether it be a turtleneck or a collared shirt, they wondered why they hadn’t found it odd before. California was hot even in the early months of the year—especially in April as they approached summer.

Peter’s words echoed in Scott’s mind, “Vampires are cold-blooded creatures. The warm weather has little effect on them and though the glimmer acts as a camouflage to other supernatural creatures it doesn’t change their nature. They’ll be cold to the touch. Faster than the speed of sound. Stronger the older they are. And some even have little gifts that separate them from others.”

“Gifts?”

“Abilities. Very rare among their kind but those who possess them are more enhanced in every aspect than others. I’ve heard stories about one who can read minds. An old…acquaintance, of mine said he once encountered a vampire who could compel anyone to do anything for them. Let’s hope neither your killer or his little creation have any talents. Otherwise your odds of coming out of this in one piece are going to be very low.”

The hairs stood on the back of Scott’s neck when Loretta…Y/n… passed him as she walked in between the aisle of desks. It was like his senses were trying to warn him despite his others unable to detect she was not human.

“What people fail to understand about Romeo and Juliet…” Loretta moves between Lydia and Allison, missing how both girls tense up. “Is that it is not a romance despite having a prominent theme of love thorough out the play. To be considered a romance it must have what you would call, ‘a happily ever after,’…” Turning to face the class, Loretta leans her back against the desk with her arms crossed over her chest. Scott almost perches up, straining his ears to see if he could pick up movement around her neck.

Her eyes scan across the room, lingering on Scott and Stiles when they quickly look away, “Specifically for the protagonist—or protagonists in this setting. Romeo and Juliet die at the end of the play, therefore there is no happy ending. Yes, their families end up putting past their differences due to the loss of their loved ones. But the protagonists did not get to ride off into the sunset and live out their lives in peace. So the more appropriate term for the play would be a tragedy. A genre focused on human suffering and sorrowful events that happen to the protagonist. And as we have learned these past weeks, Shakespeare was known for his tragedies. Romeo and Juliet is just one of his many—Macbeth, Othello, Julius Caesar to name a few.”

There were only two minutes remaining in the class. Scott tapped his pen against the book anxiously, eyes back on the clock as Siltes sent him another look. Isaac’s scent soon filled his nostrils, indicating he was outside the door. And glancing over her shoulder, Allison gave a slight nod of, ‘it’s gonna be okay,’ to try and ease his nerves.

“Tragedies can be inspired by an array of things,” Loretta moved her arms so her hands were clasped in front of her. Again, Scott couldn’t help but listen for the rustling of jewelry. All he got was a usually steady pacing of her heart. If that even was her heart.

“Personal lives and historical events.” Lydia and Alice glance at each other as do Scott and Stiles. “They dive into the catharsis of their audience. Bringing pleasure through pain because we as humans—,” the teens share another look, “cannot help but find a sense of enjoyment in seeing the main character fail. Witness their downfall. Does that say something about us in how we view others?” The question was rhetoric, Loretta watching the students think in silence before shrugging. “That is for you to decide.”

*ring* *ring* *ring*

In a hurry students gather their belongings and make their way out the door. For the four teenagers planning to stay they are slow in their movements.

“Don’t forget tomorrow’s quiz is on Act five,” Loretta shouted lightly, pushing off from the desk only to walk around it. “Then we will begin our unit on Poe so be sure to have your textbooks with you.” As Loretta starts to erase the chalkboard the teens draw to the back door of the class to make it look like they're leaving but really they stop once Isaac enters. Then with a nod, “let’s do this,” they make their way back into the classroom.

Reaching the front row of the desks, the sound of Stiles bumping into a chair catches the woman’s attention, turning to face the group with perplexed eyes making them freeze like deer in headlights.

“Well hello,” Loretta places the eraser down, surprised to see five of her students behind her. “Wasn’t expecting you all to stay after the period ended. Everything alright?” She connects eyes with all, sensing their distress.

Scott is the first to speak, “We’re sorry to bother you when you’re busy, Miss. Andrews,” he felt his heart pick when he nearly addressed her by her real name. “We were just wondering if you could help us with something.”

“Is it about tomorrow’s quiz?” Loretta is calm, collected, and shows no signs of nervousness. “Because unfortunately if that’s the case I can’t—.”

“It’s about our history project,” Allison cuts in, causing the boys to give her a look that read ‘what are you doing?’ She gives a smile when Loretta tilts her head.

“Are you asking me to read over your report? Check for any grammatical errors? That I can do for you if you have a rough draft.”

“No,” Lydia rubs her neck, watching Loretta take a piece of chalk in her hand while bidding a glance at her lesson plans on the desk. Lydia licks her bottom lip, “more like we would like some advice if we have the facts right on it.” Loretta makes a sound between a laugh and scoff.

“I think you’re better suited asking your history teacher,” she raises her brow at them. Her heartbeat is steady against Scott’s ears, the werewolf catching Isaac’s eyes to see he heard the same. “I’m afraid my knowledge on whatever the topic of your project is will be limited compared to your teacher.”

“Actually,” Scott swallows, “We think you’re the best person there is to help us.”

Lorretta makes another sound, smirking lightly like the teens were humoring her, “Oh really?” Chalk in hand she faces the board to begin writing Friday’s plan. “Why is that?”

“Because it’s about Titanic.”

Instantly they watch her hand stop mid air, clutching the chalk in a grip they’re afraid it was going to snap in half. In fact, it did break in half. Not even two seconds after the words leave Scott’s mouth, however, her hand remains in the air. A slight tremor replacing the chalk as it clunks to the tile floor.

Silence fills the room as all time stops. Loretta was paralyzed where she stood. Back facing the group where they couldn’t see her face. But considering she was frozen like a statue, it wasn’t difficult to assume she had the same expression they did when they saw her picture the night before.

Scott takes a hesitant step closer, tone cautions as he mutters, “Y/n.” Her low gasp fills his ears, physically reacting to the name. Behind him the others tense, Isaac consciously moving closer to Scott as Stiles pushes the girls back. They all wait for her next move.

“Y/n—.”

Slowly her hand comes down, head dipping slightly, “How do you know?” The question sounded like Y/n knew this day would come. That in a town where supernatural beings resided she was bound to be discovered but hoped it would be some time before she did.

The teens couldn’t hold back the shudder when Y/n faced them. Her eyes lacked any color. Pitch black like onyx and void of friendlessness. It made them wonder if she was wearing contacts or the glimmer had seeped away to show what her real eyes were. They prayed for the former, for Peter had mentioned when a vampire was hungry their eyes would darken.

Her jaw clenched and Scott instantly straightened to prepare for any sudden attack. She was stronger than him—he knew just from Peter’s warnings. While he had Isaac and Allison armed with a silver dagger, they were no match for a 130 year old vampire who could move faster than they could blink. And if she had abilities….they were straight fucked.

Instead Y/n’s voice went low, repeating her question, “How. Do. You. Know.”

Scott gulped, finding his voice, “Stiles,” with his hand out he motioned for riddle. Stiles fumbles through the front pocket of his backpack, finding the paper and passing it over as Y/n stares the entire time. Carefully the alpha drops the riddle onto the desk, using his fingers to slide it towards her and watches as she picks it up. They are silent the entire time Y/n reads the written words, her mouth tightening as though she recognized the handwriting the moment her eyes met the first line.

Her eyes then close when she finishes the final verse. “He’s found me,” she doesn’t need their confirmation, “it’s been him all along.” Him all along referencing the murders. “I should’ve known.” Her eyes open and lock on Scott, “When did he leave you this?”

“Last night.”

“Where.”

“U-uh Derek Hale’s loft.”

“Hale,” Y/n whispers, the name familiar on her tongue. “Thalia’s son.”

“You know them?” Stiles was flabbergasted. “Y-you know what they are.”

“Of course I do,” Y/n sounded offended, causing the teen to wince. “I’ve been alive 130 years. I knew of the Hale pack when Thalia's grandparents were the leaders.” There’s a pause as her gaze moves to Scott, “And I know Scott is an Alpha. Isaac is a beta. Allison is a hunter—part of the renowned Argent family,” there was a hint of distaste behind Y/n’s tone causing Allison to stiffen. Y/n rests her eyes on the redhead before ending with Siles, “and Lydia is a banshee. But you are the only human, Mr. Stilinski. Which might I say is quite the surprise.”

Stiles scratches his neck, “R-really?”

“Yes. Usually humans don’t last long with supernaturals. Would’ve thought you’d be a beta by now—seeing that your best friend is an alpha.” Seeing his friends become uncomfortable with the assumption, Scott switches the subject.

“Next week is the anniversary of Titanic sinking,” her expression instantly changed. “You were there.”

“I was,” it came no louder than a whisper, a distant look within her eye indicating Titanic was still a painful memory for the woman. “And you know then—from this,” she holds up the riddle, “What I am? What I do?”

Each of them nod, “we do.” They still couldn’t wrap their heads around it. That their English teacher, of all people, was an immortal who was aboard Titanic.

“And you’re not running for the hills,” she hums, not sure whether to find them idiotic or courageous. “How interesting.”

“Well when you live in a town like Beacon Hills…you try to get used to it,” Stiles shrugs, a little terrified when Y/n’s expression reads that of, ‘you think you’ve seen it all? You have no idea what else is out there.’

“This is how we found you….” Lydia removes the printed article with the picture of Y/n wearing the necklace. Handing it to the woman, Lydia sees her face soften, eyes lingering on the pictures of her with Theodore and Benjamin.

“Forgot this existed honestly,” Y/n mutters, finger brushing over the image. “It’s the only picture we ever took as a family. And this one,” she points to the one of only her, “this was the first and last time I had a portrait done.” A hand comes up to her neck area, all eyes following the movement where they watch her remove the Heart of the Ocean from beneath the material. It was more exquisite in person than they imagined. A stunning blue diamond in the shape of a heart surrounded by white diamonds and all along the chain.

No wonder she kept it hidden. Anyone would’ve been drawn by the beauty of the jewelry if they were to see it. Then of course there was the tiny fact it was worth 350 million dollars and the link to her past.

Y/n lets out a pained chuckle, “I’m impressed you managed to piece it together. So quickly might I add.” Her finger runs along the surface of the diamond, “but then again, Heart of the Ocean is not something you hear everyday.”

“It’s the source of your glimmer, isn’t it?”

Y/n narrows her eyes at Scott’s question, “How do you know about the glimmer?”

Stiles is the one to answer, “Derek’s uncle seems to know everything about supernatural creatures. He was the one who figured out you and your creator were vampires. Then he explained how you were able to pass as human—why they wouldn’t be able to pick up on your scent.”

“He said vampires will sometimes wear enchanted jewelry,” Allison’s gaze went back to the necklace, flicking back to Y/n who had straightened her posture, “That Druid’s can make it so you’re not affected by the sun and give off a human scent. He suspected the Heart of the Ocean was it for you.”

Once again Y/n appeared impressed, “well he was right. Which is unfortunate for me,” she mutters almost annoyed, eyes going back to reread the riddle. Scott leans more against the desk.

“We need to know who is doing this, Y/n—Loretta, if that’s what you prefer,” he corrects when her hand flexes. “And why. He gave us this riddle to find you and now that we have we have no idea what’s gonna happen next. Do you have any clue why he’s doing this?”

Y/n let out a loud exhale—prompting Scott to remember it was for show since vampires didn’t need to breathe. Having to put up the facade of being human for so long likely had the mannerisms come naturea. The riddle drops onto the table. “His name is Sebastian Lavigne. Don’t bother trying to find him on the records of passengers aboard that night—,” Stiles’ hand pauses as he jots down the name. “Sebastian didn’t have a ticket. He was a stowaway who snuck aboard when the ship docked in France. Disguised himself as a crew member so he wouldn’t get caught.” She paused to sigh again, “Quite frankly I’m not even sure if that’s his real name—he’s likely going by another alias.”

“Kinda like you?”

Y/n made a face at Stiles’s question, but answered nonetheless. “If you haven’t noticed, Mr. Stilinski, I do not age. If we stay in a place too long people start to suspect, therefore we have to move consistently and with that comes an identity change. But I always knew him by Sebastian though to the public he went by a different name. And so did I,” she glances at photos of her. “I couldn’t go by my real name after Titanic because of who my family was and everyone thought I was dead. Then of course the fact I was now a blood-sucking creature.

“Sebastian is a deceitful man. And this riddle—,” a finger aggressively hits the paper a few times, “is just one of his many games. He knows exactly where I am and only did this to mess with you. Probably because he knows you’re onto him. He wanted you to figure out what he was. Leading you to me…it was to warn me he’s coming.”

Lydia tenses, feeling a wave of dread course through her, “why is wanting to find you?” Y/n crosses her arms over her chest, glaring at the floor.

“Because he’s angry I left him. That I broke away from him. Vampires are usually nomadic—hardly ever join up together. Kinda like how werewolves have packs to make them stronger, well….a group of vampires would decimate anything that stood in their way. Sebastian’s a man who desires power,” Y/n rubs her hand on her forearm. “And together we were powerful—especially with our gifts.”

“Gifts?” Scott’s heart skipped, thinking of Peter’s warning. “You both have gifts?”

“Yes,” Y/n didn’t sound proud of it. “Sebastian can compel you to do anything—you’ve heard of him,” Y/n’s shoulders slumped at their reaction.

Stiles flexes his hand, unease in his voice, “Peter told us about a vampire like that. Said he knew someone who encountered them. Is he the only one who can?” Y/n’s nod of confirmation only increases their anxiety.

“As far as I know, yes he is. His gift is powerful, but it only works close range. Meaning in order to be affected you have to be directly in front of him. Sebastian has to stare into one’s eyes to compel them,” Y/n glances to her feet again, “but once he does they have no choice but to do what he says. And combined with mine…..” she shudders, making them frown. “No one could stand a chance against us.”

“What can you do?” Allison asks, a little unsure if she even wanted to know.

“Make you see anything I want. Whether it be tapping into your memory or my own, I can conjure illusions. Illusions derived from your greatest fear causing you to become incapacitated,” everyone’s demeanor became that of concern. “As you can imagine it came in handy when traveling with Sebastian—especially against our enemies,” Y/n comes around the desk so she’s closer to the group, “or more like his enemies since it was always him who had to instigate conflict.”

Lydia’s eyes draw in suspicion, “Why’d you leave him?” It was the question everyone wanted the answer to. And Y/n didn’t appear happy to answer it.

“He’d been keeping things from me. During my time with Sebastian he liked to isolate me—keep me from interacting with others of our kind. He didn’t want me to know I could feed without preying on humans. Or about glimmer which is why I spent most of my days locked in doors and only came out at night. He kept me from my son,” her lips tightened, “I understood why at the time…but then I found out his motives.”

The air thickened in the classroom.

“Things that could have made my fate turn out different than what it was,” her voice turned cold, eyes darkening even more. “Yes, he pulled me from the water that night…but he didn’t have to turn me into this to save me. There was another way and he chose to turn me for what I was worth to him. So when I found out decades later the truth—that he had turned me for his own selfish gain. Robbing me of the life I could have had with my son and family…”

Y/n’s hand moves to the jewelry on her neck, “I found the closest Druid I could find and had them enchant this. That way he’d lose my scent and be unable to track me.” Her hand comes back down with a sigh, “But somehow he always manages to be a step ahead of things.”

“How long ago did you escape him?” Scott wonders aloud.

“Forty years ago.”

Stiles’s jaw drops, “He’s been hunting you for four decades?”

“Likely so. With me he was more powerful. With me he was more rich,” Y/n explained, tone bitter with each word. “Shortly after we returned to New York he compelled me into robbing my own home. The amount we stole still hasn’t run dry—at least not for me,” a tinge of a smirk indicated Y/n left him with nothing when she escaped. “So I wouldn’t put it past him for devoting this many years to find me. But it’s not to get me into his good graces, no, he wants to punish me. And the best way to punish me is to play games like this,” lightning fast her hand grasps the riddle and crutches it between her fingers. “To cause chaos and hurt innocent people because he knows how much I hated it when we did. The murders. Leaving you this riddle. He won’t stop even after he’s got what he wants.”

Scott’s shoulders drop slightly, “And what does he want?”

“To kill me. Scott,” Y/n’s words send a shiver along his body. “I’ve made a life of myself without him—one where I try everyday to make up for the things I did with him. Preying on humans. Torturing the minds of those Sebastian hated. He wants me to feel that shame and regret before he finishes the job. Because that’s what he does, however, now that he’s brought you all into his game there’s not going to be an end until he’s satisfied. Once he’s through with me you will become his prime source of entertainment. Or, he’ll see you as a benefit and want to corrupt you. Just like he did to me.”

Silence fills the room as the teens take in the new information. All deep in thought wondering what to do or say next. The reality of Sebastian’s cruel nature and games proves beyond their expertise. They weren’t sure exactly how to go about it. Finding Y/n was the first step, but from what she’s told them it would not be enough.

He’ll still kill. He might even target them next—especially if they refuse whatever offer he could be planning. Y/n didn’t have to go into detail that Scott’s status as a True Alpha with a pack of unlikely allies would be something Sebastian would want to control.

And with his gift of compelling….

“We need to know what he looks like,” Scott’s the first to speak. Determination fills his gaze, “He’s got the advantage right now—a-and if he’s glimmered like you then he’s probably been passing as human.” He turns to Y/n, pleading with her for help. “You said you can show illusions. Ones that can be from your memory—can you show one with him?” The sound she responds with is one of defeat.

“He compelled me, shortly after he turned me, to erase his image from my memory because he was paranoid about us running into vampires who could read minds or Druids who could make me tap into my subconscious.” Everyone deflated at the news, but then Y/n perked up causing them to do the same. “But….he when did, he only said, ‘from this moment on.’”

Scott took a step closer, eyes full of hope, “What does that mean?”

“It means I can show you,” Y/n’s voice is low and tainted with slight dread. “I can show you the night he turned me. The night Titanic sank.”

Later that evening the pack gathered at Deaton’s clinic. It was just after sunset, around 8pm and some were starting to become impatient.

“Is she coming?” Peter grunted from where he stood leaning against a wall. “Or was this all a distraction.”

“She’s gonna be here,” Scott insisted, eyes narrowed slightly. Truth be told he was starting to worry. Y/n had promised she’d be at the clinic by nightfall but had yet to show.

“Well the clock is ticking,” Stiles fiddled with his fingers nervously.

Allison looks at the man beside her, who was checking to see if his gun was loaded with the proper bullets. “You know you didn’t have to come, dad.” Chris raises a brow, putting the safety on and placing the weapon back in its holster.

“And leave you and your friends alone with a gifted vampire who’s the reasons a psychotic one is causing hell around town? Not a chance.”

“Have you ever hunted one before?” Her voice drops to a whisper, though it doesn’t do much for those with enhanced hearing. Derek, Peter, Scott, and Isaac heard the question loud and clear.

Chris shakes his head, “No. They’re rare and not many are in America—but your great-grandfather came into contact with one in the fifties. Left us with what to do if we ever dealt with one.”

Allison gives her father a look of warning, “You can’t hurt her, dad.”

“If she gives me a reason to, I will.”

“She won’t,” she presses, aware Scott and Derek had their eyes on them. The former looked anxious.

“You don’t know how unpredictable and manipulative vampires are, Allison. None of you do.”

“She’s been in Beacon Hills for months. We asked her how she gets her blood and she said she’s been taking bags from the ER—not feeding on the town’s people,” the teen pleads, surprised with herself for defending Y/n so easily. Maybe it was the fact the vampire had been robbed of her life that made Allison sympathize. Or because she could feel the anger and fury Y/n had for her creator that she believed Y/n would stop at nothing to take him down. “And she hasn’t given any reason for us to believe she’s been working with Sebastian. She hates him, dad.” Chris doesn’t appear convinced.

“She was with him for sixty years—.”

“And she’s been without him for forty,” Allison cuts him off, promptly ending the argument. Another minute passes before all freeze at the sound of Deaton’s door chime ringing. Motioning with a hand, the doctor enters the lobby where he is met with a woman wearing a tan trench coat and boots. She spun around when she heard him approach, allowing Deaton to see the stunning jewelry around her neck. Instantly he felt the magic running through it.

“You’re the Druid,” were the first words from her mouth. “Scott told me about you.” Deaton offers a small smile.

“You must be Y/n,” when she visibly reacted to the name he apologized, “I’m sorry, would you prefer to be called—.” Her hand lifts to stop him.

“No, no. It’s fine—I’m just getting used to hearing that name again. It’s been so long since anyone other than ....” She trails off, not wanting to say his name. Deaton understands with a light nod, moving to open the gate.

“You don’t have to explain. Please, come in.”

“Did Scott inform you what to prepare?” She asks as she passes, receiving a nod from the man.

“Yes. I’m quite familiar with its effects—but I made sure to not make it too strong.” Leading Y/n into the back room, she stills at the sight of those she didn’t recognize, namely the man beside Allison and the two leaning against the wall. Everyone straightens when she arrives and her eyes go straight to Scott.

“You didn’t say we’d have guests.” Her tone is weary, making Scott move closer to show her it was okay.

“That’s Derek Hale and his uncle Peter,” a finger points to the two, glaring when he notices Peter’s eyes linger on Y/n’s figure. While he couldn’t blame him given Y/n’s striking beauty there were more important matters at the moment. “He’s the one who helped us figure out what you were.” He hears the woman make a sound similar to ‘hmph’, causing Peter to smirk and give a mock wave. Scott rolls his eyes, motioning to Chris, “And that’s Allison’s father, Chris Argent.”

Y/n’s expression tightens, appearing slightly uncomfortable with the lineup. Four werewolves, two hunters, a Druid, and a banshee? Vampires were strong creatures but even they could become intimidated. “Quite the party we have going on then.”

Stiles clears his throat to appease the tension, “uh what took you so long?” The question snaps Y/n out of the intense staring contest going on between her, Peter, and Chris. She removes her gloves to place them in her pocket.

“Well considering I’ve been out of practice I needed a pick me up to ensure my power would be at its best,” lips curl up, almost menacing which has Chris inch his hand closer to the holster. She sees the gesture and raises a brow in challenge, “Don’t worry, hunter. I didn’t sink my teeth into anything other than a donation bag.” She pays no mind to his glare, instead removing the Heart of the Ocean from her neck.

When Y/n does this a new smell enters the room right as the unusual steady pacing of her heart stops beating. The aroma is overbearing with vanilla and lavender—even for those without an enhanced sense of smell. For the werewolves, they perked up as they had never smelled anything so delightful.

“You smell that?” Y/n closes her eyes as she drops the necklace into the other pocket.

“Yeah.” Scott takes another waff of the scent, turning to her only to draw back in surprise when she opens her eyes to reveal deep red eyes replacing the color they once were. The lights from above almost made them glow. “Woah.” From behind Scott the others react to the changes of Y/n’s appearance.

Stiles and Isaac had to do a double take to make sure what he was seeing was real. Lydia and Allison shared a glance, both shuddering when Y/n made eye contact with them. Chris straightens his posture again, only amusing the vampire and Peter appears rather intrigued.

“Vampires have to lure their prey somehow,” She starts to explain. “It’s stronger for you wolves, but even you who are not are drawn by it. Makes you want to get closer, huh?” Y/n steps away, moving towards Deaton who reappears after going to the back closet to retrieve an object resembling a goblet.

“I can’t hear your heart anymore,” Scott’s tone is laced with confusion at the sudden decrease of heartbeats in the room.

“You never did. It was an illusion from the glimmer—so any creature I come into contact with would think I’m human. My heart stopped the night I turned,” the smirk she wore fell to a tight frown, “it won’t ever beat again.”

An eerie silence fills the room, her words lingering in the air. No doubt causing suspicion now that they were aware Y/n could lie and they would have no way of knowing. She could’ve been lying about everything honestly. Now they were left to wonder if any of what she said before was true.

But why would she lie? She’s made it awfully clear of her resentment for Sebastian.

The attention goes to Y/n as she removes the scalpel from Deaton’s tray and raises it to her palm. “W-what—what are you doing?” Stiles nearly gags when the skin breaks and a dark liquid like blood flows from the wound. It spills into the goblet, where a smell that could only be described as death replaces the once vanilla aroma. Deaton begins stirring the substance with a spoon while Y/n explains.

“As I’ve mentioned…” The cut disappeared without a trace not a second after Y/n lifted her hand away from the goblet. “I haven't used my power in ages—and while I fed earlier it may not be enough for it to be at its full potential. So to do this I need to remove any mental barriers from your mind.”

“And we have to drink your blood for it to work,” Peter rolls his eyes at how ironic it sounds, “how fitting.”

Y/n narrows her eyes at the man, “If you’re worried about it becoming a vampire you need not to worry. There’s no venom—that only comes from a bite. Sound familiar?” The air becomes thick and Scott moves between the two when Peter's eyes flash blue.

“What’s it going to do, Y/n?”

The vampire takes the goblet from Deaton, passing it to the teenager first, “Open your mind. To do so my blood is mixed with decade old sap from the Nematon and a rare form of wolfsbane. You’ll feel some discomfort,” she points out when all the wolves instantly become hesitant at the mention of wolfsbane, “but it won’t kill you. I need your mental state to be vulnerable. Ignore the smell—I know it’s revolting but it’ll taste like dry, bitter wine.”

Scott stares at the goblet before taking it in his hands. Inside the contents was a dark liquid with a smell that made him want to gag. He couldn’t help but ask Deaton, “You’re sure about this?”

“I’ve never worked with this before but I know someone who has. It’s potent but short lasting and won’t affect you once it’s out of your system in a few hours.” Deaton gives a look of assurance, “You might feel a pressure in your head that’s like a headache.”

Y/n adds on to the vet, “that’s so show your mental walls are dropping. But like your emissary said it’s temporary. Allowing me enough time to show you my memories in the form of illusions. But I must warn you all,” she pauses to glance at each of them. “My illusions are like vivid dreams. Where it feels real. Your body will remain paralyzed here, but your mind will be somewhere else. Not only will you see what I have to show you,” Y/n’s entire demeanor becomes serious once more. “You’ll be able to hear everything. Feel everything. The sun's rays. The cool breeze. The freezing waters…..It will be as though you’re experiencing it in real time.”

There’s a pause, letting the reality sink in on what the vampire was implying. “My question is….are all of you wishing to see what I have to show you? Now is the time to step out if you’re having second thoughts.” When no one objects, despite all looking relatively nervous, Y/n clasps her hands in front her. “Well, Scott, start us off.”

“We all have to drink it?” Stiles cringes when he’s passed the cup, Scott letting out a gag after the taste hits his tongue. Y/n smirks as she nods.

“Unless you would like to sit this out, Stiles, then yes.” Groaning, the teen plugs his nose and takes a swig before handing it to Isaac. Even after taking several gulps of water the awful taste of iron and wood remained.

One by one each person took their turn of downing the potion, with Deaton as the last one to do so. Within seconds it took effect, the most notable sign being the headache forming. Then a light feeling started to swirl all along their body. Like they were on cloud 9.

“Is this what it’s supposed to feel like?” Derek moaned, squinting when the light suddenly started to become brighter.

“You’ll get used to it in a moment,” Y/n’s closes her eyes, taking a deep breath despite not needing one. It was mostly to calm her nerves as she allowed the memory dug deep within her mind to surface. A moment later the warmth of the sun hit her skin. The smell of fresh paint and sea salt filling her nose. And the sound of a ship's whistle and people shouting echoed in her ears.

The others gasped, making Y/n open her eyes where she found them all, mouth agape and eyes bulging as though they couldn’t believe what they were seeing, staring at whatever was behind her. And when she turned around, Y/n’s lips curled up into a sad smile.

Seeing the ship of dreams again after decades filled her with an emotion she couldn’t describe—she couldn’t imagine what the pack were thinking. Probably wondering if it was a dream and they’d wake up any second. The memory was as clear as the day it was made—everything around them was exactly like it was that bright sunny Wednesday afternoon.

It was like they traveled back in time to April 10th, 1912.

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it only took a minute

written for- @sterekfests prompt: "Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays" @sterekweekly word: present @sterekbingo Christmas square: family

Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: POV Derek Hale, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alternate Universe - Werewolves Are Known, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Alpha Derek Hale, Omega Stiles Stilinski, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Meet-Cute, Protectiveness, Time Skips, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Mating Bites, Knotting, Mpreg, Christmas, Fluff

Summary:

It was crazy how it only took a minute for Derek’s entire life to change. …or the one where a chance meeting led to the best gift ever.

"C'mon! It'll be fun!" Laura's voice was muffled by the special earplugs designed for werewolves since their hearing was more sensitive. Something Derek was grateful for with the music blasting through the music venue.

Still, he rolled his eyes as he followed his sister closer to the stage. To the…sigh…mosh pit, where the rest of the pack was—in the center, bouncing around and knocking into the others around them. Wide smiles on their faces.

So dumb.

Why they thought being pushed and shoved into other people would be fun was beyond him. It went against all of Derek's alpha instincts to protect his pack.

"I'll stay here," he called out from just along the perimeter, where people formed a sort of barrier between the ones in the pit and those just standing around to watch the concert. He couldn't be held accountable for getting aggressive toward anyone who pushed and pulled his packmates if he got any closer.

Derek wasn't sure if Laura had heard him since it was loud, but she must have because she shook her head and rolled her eyes at him. The way she usually did when she thought he was being ridiculous.

"Suit yourself!" she said before plunging headfirst into the mass of adrenaline and violent movement with an almost terrifying delight.

With his arms crossed over his chest, Derek stood along the edge, watching the music vibrate through the crowd—literally shaking things up—and people surrendering to the primal need to move, to dance, to release the worries of their world. A sensation that was alien to Derek, to say the least.

He scanned the crowd, barely recognizing his pack somewhere lost in the wave of throbbing bass lines and flashing lights. Derek had to admit, though, there was a sort of beauty in it all—the undulation of the crowd, the rhythmic pulsations, everyone seeming to move in unison. It was a unique spectacle of humanity. One he was content to observe, just as he always did.

But his attention was pulled when a guy collided with him.

"Shit. Sorry!" the guy exclaimed, hands gripping Derek's arms as he tried to right himself. "Fuck, that was my b—"

The guy's words died on his tongue, his amber eyes going wide when he looked up at Derek. Derek's probably mirrored them because this guy—a human omega if his senses were correct—was beautiful. He had a cute, upturned nose and mole-speckled skin that appeared to glow under the concert lighting. Arousal coursed through Derek as he trailed his gaze over the omega's lithe body, over the long expanse of his neck that Derek would love to mark up, to his mouth and those sinfully plump, pink lips that Derek had the sudden urge to kiss until they were puffy and raw. Or see stretched around his cock.

Christ! Derek had never had such a visceral reaction to a person before. It definitely didn't help that the omega's big doe eyes made him look like the most delicious, seductive prey.

And his scent…

It was heady and intoxicating, overwhelming Derek's senses and making every fiber of his being scream at him to markmateclaim. His gums tingled, fangs threatening to drop as his eyes flashed crimson.

Holy shit.

What was happening to him? Amid the chaos, with thumping beats vibrating through his chest like a second heartbeat, his instincts were triggered in ways he'd never experienced before. Never mind the mosh pit; this was equivalent to walking into a hunter's den—or, more appropriately, a wolves' den—unknowingly declaring an open invite to the impending dance between want and danger. He found himself captivated, tethered by an invisible string to the enigma before him, radiating an almost luminescent pull.

God, this guy wasn't just any omega. This was Derek's mate.

"Aw, man. You're not mad, are you?" Concern filtered into the omega's voice, who continued to cling onto Derek as if letting go might send him tumbling back into the frenzy.

"No, it's fine," Derek replied as a wave of possessiveness he'd never felt before rushed over him. He flashed the omega, his mate, a small smile, arms going around him to hold him close. To protect him. "I'm Derek, by the way."

"Stiles," the omega—Stiles—responded with a grin that rivaled the brightest star. "It's nice to meet you, Derek. Though, I gotta admit, you don't look like you're having much fun."

I am now, he thought. 

Stiles's eyes sparkled mischievously, and for the first time that night, Derek didn't feel like a chaperone.

"I'm…not one for crowds. Or loud noises," Derek admitted, unsure why he was being so candid. Stiles might be his mate, but they were still strangers. Plus, he should be wanting to impress Stiles, not reveal his vulnerabilities.

"Then what are you doing at a concert?" Stiles quipped, his grin only growing wider. He tilted his head to the side, sending a lock of his hair falling onto his forehead. His piercing gaze made Derek feel like he was the only one who mattered in the chaotic setting they were in.

"Well…I'm here with my sisters and a few packmates," Derek confessed, wondering if—when—he should mention he was a werewolf and that he felt a deep, undeniable connection to Stiles. That they were mates.

"Ah, dragged along for the ride! Now it makes sense," Stiles said, chuckling and beaming a radiant smile that melted Derek's roguish exterior.

Derek's heart pounded fiercely, echoing in his ears, matching the bass that danced around in the backdrop of their shared space. Now was the time for him to say something, but before he could, the shriek of an electric guitar cut through the air, followed by the renewed eruption of the crowd, the atmosphere changing from loud to deafening.

Stiles turned in Derek's arms, and Derek thought he lost his chance—that Stiles would slip out of his embrace and get lost in the crowd, but Stiles stayed where he was, cheering with the crowd. Derek couldn't help but laugh. It was a genuine, free sound that resonated deep within his chest. Stiles glanced over his shoulder at Derek, eyes glinting with excitement that managed to worm its way into Derek's chest.

"This is my favorite song!" Stiles shouted to be heard over the clamor and the reverb. He moved in tandem with the beat—a natural sway in rhythm with the pulsating music. His scent held a sense of wonder and absolute joy that was infectious.

The mass of people in front of them started to push, pull, and shove each other again, and anytime someone got close, Derek threw his arms out, shielding Stiles from the flashing whirlwind of flailing limbs and flying bodies.

Stiles seemed to appreciate Derek's protective instincts and leaned into him, allowing him to pull Stiles closer—close enough that he could feel every tremor and sway of Stiles's body against his as they tried to stay grounded amidst the turbulence.

As far as Derek was concerned, the world beyond Stiles had ceased to exist. He held onto Stiles, protecting him. But all too soon, the concert was over as the band played their last chord—the crowd letting out one last explosive cheer.

Once the stage was empty, the lights came up, the glaringly bright fluorescence chasing away the incandescent glow from before and revealing an ocean of people within the room. The concertgoers began to disperse, chatter and laughter replacing the earlier ruckus of the music.

"It's over," Stiles said, stating the obvious, his grin still in place. He turned around in Derek's embrace, a light blush dusting his cheeks. "Thank you, by the way."

"For what?" Derek asked, still unwilling to let him go.

"For protecting me," Stiles replied, his words sincere and direct. He shrugged, seemingly unaffected by the commotion of their surroundings. He looked up at Derek from under his long eyelashes in a gesture that seemed unassuming but suggestive nonetheless.

Derek's heart skipped a beat. This was it. The moment he revealed they were mates. His gaze trailed over Stiles's face momentarily before adding, "You're important to me. We're—"

"Mates," Stiles finished in a whisper, his steady gaze holding Derek's as a hint of a smile played at his lips. "I'm right, aren't I?"

"How did you…?" Humans didn't have the same instincts as werewolves and, as far as Derek knew, Stiles was human.

"I might not be a werewolf, but there's still a pull. Most humans wouldn't recognize it, but my best friend is a werewolf. I did a lot of research growing up and knew what to look for," Stiles admitted, his words soft but solid in the midst of the dispersing crowd.

A smile tugged at Derek's lips, relief flooding him. "So you knew? When you bumped into me?"

"Not at first, no. I mean...I felt something but couldn't be sure. You kind of just confirmed it, though," Stiles responded, though whatever the answer had been, Derek realized it didn't matter. All that mattered was that Stiles knew they were mates and wasn't scared or pushing him away—he accepted it. Accepted him.

It was quiet for a moment, and anyone observing from the outside might have taken their shared silence as awkward or uncomfortable. For Derek, though, it was like everything had finally fallen into place. He was relaxed and…complete, and looking at Stiles, it seemed as if he felt the same.

Derek reached out, swiping a stray lock of hair away from Stiles's forehead.

"So, what happens now?" he asked, a quiet calmness settling over him. He had prepared himself to have to convince Stiles—ready to slowly reel his mate into his life.

"How about we get outta here?" Stiles responded. The corners of his mouth were upturned, revealing that radiant smile Derek found so endearing. "There's a diner a few blocks away. We can get to know each other a little more." 

Derek nodded, faintly remembering his sisters and packmates.

"We should probably find my pack first," he suggested, yet making no move to let go of Stiles.

Stiles laughed, and it was infectious, breaking through Derek's stoic exterior like nothing else. "I bet they're wondering where their alpha disappeared to. And I should probably find my friends too."

Together, they navigated through the sea of people, bound by an unseen thread tying them together, its secure grip an unwavering promise of a future yet to unfold. Derek had found his mate, and the world was suddenly a much brighter place. There was no fear. No hesitation. Only an unwavering certainty and an altogether embracing feeling of belonging somewhere and to someone.

It was crazy how it only took a minute for his entire life to change. _

Since meeting Stiles, everything had moved so fast, a tornado of feelings and events. Derek didn't know how to slow everything down. Or if he even wanted to. Not when one day flowed seamlessly into the next. If Stiles wasn't at his house, then he was at Stiles's. They were rarely apart for more than a few hours at a time. Usually, after spending that much time with anyone—family, pack, or the few friends he had—Derek was over it. He liked having his own space. Some peace and quiet to decompress. But it was different with Stiles.

Stiles was his mate. Which was what led him to this moment.

Derek didn't know where to look.

At Stiles's hole as he fucked back onto Derek's fingers.

At his hand as he fisted his cock.

Or at his face as he panted from the pleasure.

"So beautiful," Derek whispered before bending down and kissing his pouty lips. His cock had never been harder in his life, but he couldn't bear to rush this. He wanted to savor every moment, every small expression on Stiles's face. The way his brows furrowed in concentration. The way his eyes fluttered shut when Derek hit just the right spot. The soft moans spilling from those perfect lips were all for him, and that alone was enough to send an overwhelming warmth coursing through his veins.

Stiles was so beautifully unguarded in these moments, completely handing himself over to Derek. It was breathtaking. Intoxicating. Soul-clenchingly intimate. The way Stiles bore himself open, coming apart under Derek's touch, was pure, sublime surrender.

"Need…more," Stiles whined before pushing Derek back with a surprising amount of strength. He shifted forward, rising to his knees and straddling Derek's waist. And Derek wasn't one to deny Stiles anything. He loved the raw desire in Stiles's voice and the primal need in his eyes as he took Derek's cock, lining it up with his hole.

A guttural sound ripped through him at the sensation of Stiles lowering himself, taking Derek inside him inch by tantalizing inch. The tight heat engulfing his cock was mind-numbing, all-encompassing.

"Okay?" Derek gasped, shifting slightly, and his breath caught in his throat as his thigh muscles trembled with the need to thrust up into Stiles. The only reason he didn't was because Stiles clearly wanted control.

Stiles bit his bottom lip and nodded. "Oh God, yes."

And then he started to move. It was slow but steady, riding Derek as if he had all the time in the world.

Derek kept his eyes on Stiles as the tension built and built and built. Stiles was beautiful with his head thrown back, lips parted as he panted. He was so fucking sexy Derek could come just from watching him take his own pleasure.

Opening his eyes, Stiles met Derek's gaze and whispered, "Take me."

Finally.

Derek needed no other encouragement. Surging up, he wrapped his arms around Stiles and flipped them, pressing Stiles into the mattress. Derek's heart was pounding in his chest—his breathing heavy and ragged. Sweat dripped from his brow as he plunged into Stiles, drowning in him. Pure, naked desire coursed through his veins.

The headboard slammed into the wall from the force of their bodies coming together.

Stiles moaned beneath him. "Yes…yes…oh God, Derek."

His fingers dug into Derek's back, clutching at him like he was drowning and Derek was his lifeline.

"Yes, harder!" he yelled, arching against Derek, and the world fell away into a medley of sensations and sounds, thrusting and panting and needing until Derek couldn't bear it for a second longer.

Derek growled and shoved his face into the crook of Stiles's neck as his knot started to swell. It took everything in him not to bite down, to mark Stiles as his. But then Stiles whined, tilting his head to the side.

"Do it. Bite me," he begged, voice rough with desire and need. "Make me yours."

His plea hit Derek like a live wire, igniting an animalistic need within him that he found impossible to resist. He sank his teeth into Stiles's neck, and the world exploded, his senses going into overdrive, wave after wave of pleasure washing over him as his knot swelled fully and he poured himself into Stiles, marking him from the inside and out. His roar, muffled by the skin beneath his lips, was as primitive as the act itself.

When Derek could think again, he was sprawled over Stiles, crushing him into the bed.

"Sorry," he muttered, easing them to their sides, still breathing hard.

Stiles made a pleased sound, snuggling further into the crook of Derek's neck. Derek felt a hum of satisfaction as Stiles's body twitched with languid aftershocks, his warmth enveloping Derek in a way that felt like home.

"Believe me…you don't need…to apologize…for anything," Stiles panted, a grin spreading across his flushed face as he traced aimless patterns on Derek's chest.

Derek chuckled, wrapping an arm around Stiles and pulling him closer, inhaling his scent. It was intoxicating—a blend of sweat, sex, and a salty sweetness that was uniquely Stiles. It was a scent Derek had already memorized, already knew as intimately as the mole-speckled body beneath him.

"You're mine, Stiles," Derek whispered against the shell of Stiles's ear. He traced his fingers over Stiles's bitten neck, feeling the raised skin where his teeth had marked his claim. "You always will be."

Stiles shivered at his words, pressing closer still as if he could melt into Derek, become a part of him. "And you're mine."

Derek nodded because it was true. They belonged to each other. So utterly and completely. It was a primal thing—a bond transcending mere words and earthly bodies. They were mates. Mated. Bound and connected in a way that was extraordinary and overwhelming. Beautiful.

"I'm yours," Derek confirmed aloud. Stiles's heart beat against his as the contented silence embraced them. His fingers twined through Stiles's hair, drawing him closer and drinking in his unique scent, his unique essence.

In the quiet aftermath, under the soft glow of the moonlight pouring in through the window, Stiles finally said, "Derek…I-I love you. I know it might be too soon, but considering—"

"I love you, too." Derek hooked a finger under Stiles's chin, tipping his head up. When Stiles met his gaze, Derek was unflinching in his sincerity as he reiterated his words, "I love you. You're my mate."

And it didn't matter if their relationship didn't follow social norms or if they leapt over a few steps to get there. Stiles was his mate, and their relationship made perfect, absolute sense to him. Their connection was beyond rules and boundaries dictated by the world. It was spiritual and eternal.

Derek hugged Stiles tightly, whispering a soft, "I want everything with you."

"I want that, too," Stiles murmured into Derek's chest, pressing a warm kiss over his heart. His touch held a depth of tenderness—a promise of forever in his words.

Derek tightened his grip, looking down at the man he had claimed as his own. Stiles looked back up at him, eyes shimmering with unshed tears of happiness and love. It was the most beautiful sight Derek had ever seen.

In the stillness of the night, they lay entwined in each other's arms, basking in the shared warmth and love, lost in the peace that only they could offer to one another. _

Derek placed his hands on Stiles's belly, feeling Eli kick as they rocked from side to side, dancing to the Christmas music playing through his parent's old stereo. Stiles laughed giddily, his eyes twinkling like the colorful lights on the Christmas tree.

"Who would have ever thought that Derek was a romantic?" Cora said from her spot on the couch. "Ow!"

Laura was the closest to her, so Derek could imagine that she'd elbowed or pinched Cora, probably in an attempt to silence her. But Derek just shook his head, a fond smile on his face as he pulled Stiles even closer.

"Guess I'm full of surprises," Derek grinned, whispering into Stiles's ear. The tickle of his breath caused Stiles to laugh again, his body trembling with mirth against Derek's.

Cora rolled her eyes, but the complacent twitch of her lips betrayed her teasing demeanor.

"So when do we get to open presents?" she asked, flopping dramatically against Laura.

Laura gave her a mock-stern look. "You're like a five-year-old."

"You're like a five-year-old," Cora retorted, sticking her tongue out at her sister. Laura responded with a faux gasp, pretending to be offended.

In the middle of their playful banter, Stiles's laughter filled the room again. He swayed slowly, eyes closed, as if soaking in the happy moments.

Derek took the opportunity, bending down to place a soft kiss on Stiles's round belly. "It doesn't matter when everyone opens their presents. We already have our little gift."

Stiles placed a hand on Derek's cheek, pulling him up until they were face to face.

"The best Christmas present," Stiles confirmed before leaning in to share a tender kiss with him.

The room seemed to hush a moment, Laura and Cora's banter petering out before Cora made a face and pretended to retch. His mom walked into the room at that moment, followed by his dad, and gave her a scathing look.

"Behave yourself, Cora," she admonished. "It's Christmas. And we're so happy for Derek and Stiles."

Derek gave a nod of thanks toward his mom, wrapping an arm around Stiles and pulling him to his side. His heart was filled to the brim with affection, not just for Stiles but for his family as well.

"I'm just saying, if I wanted to watch a romance movie, I would have turned one on," Cora replied, her voice traced with amusement.

"Enough with the commentary," his dad chimed in, but there was clear amusement in his voice, too.

A jovial mood spread through the room, and Derek couldn't help but be touched. It was Stiles's first Christmas with them, and he had already become a vital part of their celebrations. There was no pretense of formality, no uncomfortably polite exchanges, just heartwarming laughter and random bickering that already felt familiar.

A few moments later, his mother walked over with a large box wrapped in shiny paper. Handing it to Stiles, she looked at Derek knowingly. "Something I made for Eli."

Stiles unwrapped it carefully, revealing a knitted baby blanket with a small wolf embroidered in one corner. The moment sent warmth coursing through Derek, witnessing Stiles's eyes light up at the sight of the blanket.

Derek wasn't a man of many words. He simply watched as Stiles's hands traced over the intricate patterns of the blanket and cherished the heartwarming scene, as well as the mix of surprise, delight, and gratitude softening his mate's features. Placing his hand on Stiles's pregnant belly, he knew this would be a memory he'd forever cherish. Their first shared Christmas and their baby, who was soon to arrive.

He could almost hear the gentle yet promising rustlings of new traditions being woven, just like the delicate threads of grandma's love woven into the baby blanket.

"It's beautiful. Thank you." Stiles's words were barely a whisper, his surprise palpable as he gazed at the handmade blanket in his hands. "You made this?"

Derek's mom nodded, smiling brightly. "Yes, I did. I thought it would be something special for the new baby, a gift from the heart. I know it's not much, but it's made with love and care."

Stiles held the blanket up against the soft light filtering in from the frosted window, the intricate stitching in the blanket catching the light. "I love it. And I know Eli will love it, too."

Almost as if he knew they were talking about him, Eli kicked against Derek's palm. Stiles and Derek exchanged a knowing glance, the promise of sharing many more such Christmases in their future written in their eyes.

Soon, the room buzzed with excitement as everyone started opening gifts. The wrapping paper was tossed carelessly around with laughter filling their cozy home. And amid the cheerfulness, Derek and Stiles stood in their own little world, eyes only for each other and the little life they'd created together.

With the soft glow of the tree lights bouncing off Stiles's excited features and the sweet hum of 'Silent Night' in the background, Derek still couldn't believe how it only took a minute for his entire life to change.

[zaceouiswriting]

Masterlist:

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Short Stories

The independence of the red desert planet

Teen Wolf

Theo Raeken:

Undying love

A good deed

Night of the nights

Love that went through hell

Love always comes back

It will get better

A rotten Christmas

Just another night in my pick-up truck

Hardening hatred

The Onlooker

The Delinquent*

More than one surprise*

A room never changes

The anonymous hookup*

Theo Raeken Series:

Water from the past P.1

Living with the past P.1

A welcome stranger P.1

A welcome stranger P.2

A welcome stranger P.3

The memory of purple fields (1/2)

The memory of purple fields (2/2)

Derek Hale:

Just one danger of loving a hale

A final decision

A hazelnut brown-eyed boy

Last breath

The unknown son (First Version) - Requested

The unknown son (Second Version) - Requested

The Art of Seduction

Liam Dunbar:

The blindness of the rain

*Art of Seduction

*His type

Jordan Parrish:

Hellish breeze of a warm late summer day

A hellhounds fading innocence

Christmas lights

If you only had known

*Art of Seduction

The dead soldier

A (funny) Christmas revelation

Peter Hale:

*Mornings like this

*Art of Seduction

Brett Talbot:

Refreshed love

*Art of Seduction

Overprotective Brothers

Ethan Steiner:

Good old times

Isaac Lahey:

Unexpected savior

*Art of Seduction

A wolf’s undead protector

Vernon Boyd:

Frat boy slasher

Multiple characters:

Broken promise of a normal day - Brett Talbot/Theo Raeken

Charming love - Liam Dunbar/Theo Raeken

Old love - Liam/Isaac

Deaths cold touch - Allison Argent/Aiden Steiner/Gabe/Theo Raeken/Scott McCall

*Warmth of two bodies - Aiden Steiner/Ethan Steiner

*Just a normal game night, right? - Isaac Lahey/Cato (Hunger Games)/Logan (OC)

The mentor - Liam Dunbar/Jordan Parrish

The jock brother - Liam Dunbar (brother)/Jordan Parrish/Theo Raeken

A night to remember - Theo Raeken/Liam Dunbar 

If I were brave enough - Liam Dunbar/Theo Raeken/Male reader

The first taste of disobedience

Lost Love (Request)

Betrayal

Snowy Winter Fun - Theo Raeken/Liam Dunbar (slight Brett Talbot and Isaac Lahey)

The new guy - Sean Walcott, Aiden Steiner, Ethan Steiner, Liam Dunbar, mentioned Theo Raeken

Under the Alpha's gaze - Theo Raeken, Liam Dunbar, Male reader

Series with multiple characters:

Apprentice hunter:

Part 1 - Nolan Holloway/Gabe

Part 2 - Nolan Holloway/Gabe/Theo Raeken

Helping alpha:

Part 1 - Jordan Parrish/Theo Raeken

Part 2 - Jordan Parrish/Theo Raeken

Part 3 - Jordan Parrish/Theo Raeken/Corey Bryant/Gabe/Nolan Holloway

The elf and his supernatural harem:

*Part 1 -  Jordan Parrish/Deputy Strauss

*Part 2 -  Deputy Strauss/Stiles Stilinski/Scott McCall/Theo Raeken

Lurking in the dark:

Part 1 - Jordan Parrish/Brett Talbot

The Order

Randall Carpio:

*Unexpected Love

*The Art of seduction

Multiple characters:

Worth it - Randall Carpio/Hamish Duke

Shadowhunters

Alec Lightwood - Serie:

Raven-haired beauty:

Part 1:

Part 2:

Part 3:

Part 4:

*Part 5:

Alec Lightwood:

Through sickness and annoyance

*Art of Seduction

The last straw

Vampire Diaries/The Originals/Legacies

Klaus Mikaelson/Hope Mikaelson - Serie:

The fairy stone:

Part 1:

Part 2:

Klaus Mikaelson:

Art of Seduction

Matt Donavan:

Pretty boy with ocean blue eyes

*Art of Seduction

Jeremy Gilbert:

The hunter and its prey

Former friends

*Art of Seduction

It’s always the small guys

The helpful teacher

Malachai “Kai” Parker:

The betrayed and the heretic

*Art of Seduction

Jet Tien - Serie:

Fairy vengeance and the wrath of gods:

*Part 1:

Multiple characters:

The last heartbreak

Riverdale

Sweet Pea:

The sweet and the beast

The Sweet and the Trickster

The Sweet and the Shy

The Sweet and The jock

The Sweet and The Botanist

Onto new shores

The Promise

Heartless Business

Fangs Fogarty:

*In need of better grades

Reggie Mantle:

Price of a lie

Shallow friends

The gentle love of two doves

The little brother

Connor Rowland (OC)

Sleeping darkness in a tame church boy

Multiple Characters:

The crush of three - Requested - Reggie Mantle/Chuck Clayton/Archie Andrews

The scumbag jock boyfriend - Reggie Mantle/Archie Andrews

Series with multiple characters:

The gay and the jocks:

Part 1: Chuck Clayton

*Part 2: Chuck Clayton/Archie Andrews/Connor Rowland (OC)

*Part 3:  Chuck Clayton/Archie Andrews/Connor Rowland (OC)

The Truth:

Breaking of trust: Reggie Mantle

A last resort: Reggie Mantle/Sweet Pea

Not much of a stranger: Reggie Mantle/Sweet Pea

A friendly competition: Sweet Pea/Reggie Mantle

Throne of three crowns:

General Pea: Sweet Pea

Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

Nicholas Scratch:

A warlock's false devotion

Multiple Characters:

Unholy, holy trinity: Nicholas Scratch/Caliban

9-1-1

Evan Buckley:

Nature of flames

Edmundo ‘Eddie’ Diaz:

The best revenge is a life well lived

DC

Dick Grayson:

Messages above the grave

Loving the oldest of four brothers

The smell of love

Sweet reminder of love

When your best friend is (a) Dick

A good neighbor

Winter feast

His Audacity

Death of a Nemesis

Jason Todd:

Back from the dead

The duality of love

Danger of love

Clark Kent:

Maturing of Superman

*Vivid blue eyes of a lewd All-American man

Jon Kent:

The Golden Crown

Bruce Wayne

The good Dad

Batfamily:

Worst day

Worst day (2)

The favorite Bat-Brother?

Multiple characters:

The paradox of life - Clark Kent/Conner Kent

*The Master of Fulfillment - Jason Todd/Dick Grayson

Series with multiple characters:

The unfaithful bat:

The unfaithful bat: Bruce Wayne

Reckoning: Bruce Wayne

*A new villain: Bruce Wayne/Clark Kent

An almost forgotten birthday

New Professor

Part 1: Dick Grayson/Jason Todd/Tim Drake

Part 2: Revealing: Dick Grayson/Jason Todd/Tim Drake

Lust of their shadows:

*Part 1 - Dick Grayson

Original Characters:

Son’s best friend

Marvel

Multiple Character:

Teenage Crisis - Peter Parker/Logan (OC)

Series with multiple Characters: 

Betrayal at a superhero - Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes

Betrayal at a superhero: The judgment -  Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes

Miscommunication -   Peter Parker/Logan (OC)/Connor Rowland (OC)

Miscommunication (2) - Peter Parker/Logan (OC)/Connor Rowland (OC)

Steve Rogers:

Save the Children

Saving the children

Fantastic four:

Multi-characters series: 

Easy corruption of the straight, human torch (1)

Easy corruption of the straight, Human Torch and Mister Fantastic (2)

Twilight

Series with multiple Characters:

Whispering of the wolves - Paul Lahote

-

Whispering of the wolves: The pain of claws - Paul Lahote

League of Legends

Sett series:

The Wanderer and The Boss

Winx Club/Winx Saga

Sky/Brandon/Riven - Series:

Fairy Prince

Fairy Prince (2)

Fairy Prince (3)

Fairy Prince - Hearts of Leviathans:

Masterlist

Vikings:

Bjorn Ironside:

Brothers

Pokémon:

Leon:

The rancher’s failing champion boyfriend

Star Wars:

Anakin Skywalker:

The light of the senate

A final revelation

Multi Characters Series:

The wild explosion of a one-sided love :

Part 1: Theo Raeken/Randall Carpio (Teen Wolf/The Order)

Multi-Character Serie:

The farmer:

Alec Lightwood/Sweet Pea P.1

The Art of seduction:

*Randall Carpio

*Liam Dunbar

*Jordan Parrish

*Derek Hale

*Peter Hale

*Brett Talbot

*Isaac Lahey

*Alec Lightwood

*Klaus Mikaelson

*Matt Donovan

*Jeremy Gilbert

*Malachai “Kai” Parker

*Malachai “Kai” Parker P.2

Info: Smut = * 

[whimsicalmeerkat]

find the word tag game

tagged by @aparticularbandit to find these words in a WIP: knife, life, stolen, wonder

Mix of tags from the teen wolf crowd and the 30+ fanfic discord: @dear-massacre @mirrorthoughts @thotpuppy @definitively-different-drivel @lavender-lotion @girlwithakiwi @calenlily @mswhich

No pressure at all! All you’re doing is searching for these words and posting them.

your words: random, awe, believe, food

I just searched my teen wolf scrivener file, so these are from a mix of wips. If part of the fic is posted I’ve added the link.

~

knife: from the beginning of my fic with the working title “Chris has amnesia”.

“Woah, Mr. Argent, I thought we were past this!” Chris heard the newcomer say, but he was too distracted by the fact that he was holding a knife he was pretty sure he’d pulled out of his boot.

“Oh my god, why did I have a knife in my shoe? Who does that?”

life: from chapter one of a fic I’m posting tomorrow for Deter Week that really needs a title or it’s just gonna be “mirrors”

Unfortunately, the kid did choose the wrong alley. Fortunately for him, Derek walked past the entrance and was able to pull the rogue off of him. Everything would have been ok at that point if the rogue had run away, but Derek cost him his prey and he's angry about it. Oh yeah, he's also an alpha, because Derek's life is the sort where he doesn't get to have nice things. Not since he got his whole family killed.

stolen: from devil don’t take a break, my demon Stiles bad friend Scott fic

“Derek had her jacket. He must have stolen it when he took her home from the party. I found it hanging on a branch, then he attacked me.”

“You think Derek Hale lured you into the woods so that Chris Argent could shoot you with a crossbow. That doesn’t make any sense!”

wonder: from my Stackson friendship movie fixit fic

“So, your dad not calling you when the nogitsune showed up… No wonder you’re so fucking pissed.”

Jackson is giving him an understanding look. Stiles has no idea what to do with that so he takes another swallow of wine. The conversation with his dad is too recent—too raw—to talk about it with other people.

[blackheartvore]

Hunter's Helper

A sequel to this story for @teenwolfvore

Derek was having a pretty good night with Stiles so far. They'd decided to stay in and Stiles had cooked them both dinner. The entire time Derek was thinking about making him dessert afterwards, but not until they'd had some fun.

As the meal settled and Stiles put on Netflix, Derek realized he was starting to feel tired. Not sleepy, physically drained. He could barely move.

"Stiles? What did you do?" Derek mumbled.

"Oh, just added a special ingredient to your dinner tonight." Stiles snickered before calling out, "He's ready!"

From the edge of his vision Derek could see Garrett walk into the room. The fit little hunter seemed all too happy with the situation. The grin on his face just made Derek angry.

"Took long enough." Garrett smirked, "So, which end should I start with?"

"Ooo, his feet." Stiles said excitedly, "Let me help you get him naked."

Derek literally couldn't protest as the two of them stripped off his clothes. The entire time he could see the big bulge in Stiles' shorts. He was enjoying this way too much.

Then Garrett started licking and nibbling at his feet. The hunter wrapped his mouth around all of his toes and started sliding Derek towards his throat. As Garrett's tongue licked at his ankles, Stiles pulled his cock out of his shorts and started jerking off.

"Damn, Garrett. That's hot. Been wanting to see someone besides Peter eat him for a while."

Garrett was too busy shoveling Derek's calves in to respond. The werewolves feet were already down in the hunter's throat. Derek couldn't do anything to stop him.

"I knew you'd be perfect. Especially after I watched you eat Isaac and Scott. That was so worth getting my ass wrecked afterwards." Stiles kept working his cock.

Garrett was up Derek's thighs now. The werewolf's feet just now poking into his stomach. The flavor of Derek was making him horny. Werewolves always tasted the best. Most of all their asses.

Garrett's lips were wrapped around Derek's wait now, which meant he had a mouthful of hairy cheeks and meaty dick. He explored it all with his tongue. The musky flavors had him rock hard. He closed his eyes as he savored them.

Eventually he swallowed again, pulling Derek's abs into his mouth. There was so much salty werewolf skin and beefy muscle to enjoy as he worked his way up Derek's chest. The pecs he lightly nibbled on were so meaty, he almost didn't want to swallow again. He did though, and soon he was working around Derek's broad shoulders. Just the head left now.

He realized as he pushed Derek's face into his mouth that the werewolf had been forced to watch Stiles enjoy his being devoured. Garrett grinned as he gave a final swallow, sending Derek completely into his now bulging stomach. Stiles came when he saw Garrett finish his meal.

"That was amazing." Stiles sighed, "Want me to rub your belly?"

Garrett hefted himself and his werewolf filled gut up onto the couch, "After you-"

Garrett let out a long deep belch that shook the whole living room, "After you suck my dick."

Stiles dropped to his knees on the floor and slid up under Garrett's stomach, propping it up a bit as he got to work. The weight and subtle movement of what he knew was Derek in there only made him more excited to please Garrett. The hunter leaned back, patted his werewolf shaped gut, let out another strong burp, and enjoyed Stiles' mouth.

Garrett planned to stick around the loft until Derek finished digesting the next day. What he didn't expect was to end up both bulkier and hairier once his stomach had finished with the werewolf. If that's what eating Derek was going to do for him, he'd have to do it again. In the mean time he'd enjoy fucking the werewolf's boyfriend, at least until he got hungry again. Then Stiles was going down the hatch.

[taeswolfie]

𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝑭𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 : 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒚-𝒕𝒘𝒐

☽︎𝑭𝒖𝒓𝒚☾︎

Ch.21 - Ch.23

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x fem!Reader

Word count: 3.7k

Alan was in the living room when he heard the door open. Assuming it was Y/n he started talking to her. "Y/n, I thought you'd be staying at Lydia's tonight."

"Alan." Her voice, barely above a whisper, trembled, making him look up in worry. She was leaning heavily on the wall. "I... I did something." She started to collapse from exhaustion and he leapt up to catch her before she made contact with the floor.

"Y/n. Y/n, look at me." Her head lolled back but she managed to look at him with heavy lids. She was pale and her skin was coated with sweat. Her eyes flickered between e/c and purple, her magic trying to help her but she's burned herself out. "How much of your energy did you use?"

"Almost all."

"Come on. You need to rest." He lifted her up into his arms and carried her to the couch where he laid her down. She couldn't keep her eyes open. Alan quickly went to work to help her, making a drink that would help her regain some of her spent energy. When he put the cup to her lips she drank the liquid despite it being bitter. "What did you do?" He asked when she was a little rested.

"I used a spell with blood magic. I helped bring back Peter Hale." She tiredly admitted.

"Why would you do such a thing?" This isn't like her. She's insisted she wasn't ready for such powerful magic, why would she suddenly practice it?

"He spoke to me. He said it would prove to everyone that I'm not weak. That I was a powerful witch."

"Y/n." Alan sighed. "You don't need to perform such a dangerous ritual to prove your capabilities. You don't need to prove anything to anyone because you are powerful."

"I'm sorry."

Alan shook his head and gently ran his hand over her hair. "What's done is done. Just rest now."

"Derek. He's still at the Hale house."

"I'll take care of him. Rest." She slowly nodded and easily fell asleep. Bringing someone back from the dead was tiring. Meanwhile Alan went to the Hale house to help Derek.

Derek was unconscious, floating in a white nothingness. A voice started calling out to him. "Derek... can you hear me?" The voice was distorted, sounding normal one second and then painfully slow the next, overlapping each other. "Derek... can you hear me? I need you to answer me Derek." A high pitched sound slowly faded into his ears following the voice. "We don't have much time." It suddenly became too much and Derek squeezed his eyes shut, pressing his hands over his ears.

Derek gasped awake on the floor of the Hale house, Alan crouched near him. He slowly got up. "That sound... What was it?" Alan held up a dog whistle and smiled making Derek scoff. Derek stood up and stumbled, Alan quickly helping to steady him.

"You're gonna be weak for several hours."

Derek looked at his arm where the puncture marks still reside, his and Y/n's blood still staining his skin. He then noticed the hole in the floor, the memory of Peter bursting through it replaying in his mind. "It actually happened."

"Don't worry. You're still an Alpha. But, as usual, not a particularly competent one." Alan put the whistle over his neck.

"Why did she do this?"

Alan knew who he was talking about. "Peter was haunting her. His spirit was connected to her and it seems he wormed his way into her head, convinced her to go along with his plan. He preyed on her insecurities and her need to protect those she cares about."

"Where is he?"

"I wish I could tell you."

"How about you tell me what you're doing here, and why you're helping me."

"Helping your family actually used to be a pretty important part of my life. Helping you was a promise I made to your mother."

"You're the one my sister talked about. She said you're a... Kind of advisor?"

"She was right. And I have some advice that you need to listen to very closely right now. What Peter managed to do doesn't come without a price. He'll be physically weak, so he'll rely on the strength of his intelligence, his cunning. He's gonna come at you, Derek. He'll try to twist his way inside your head, preying on your insecurities like he did to Y/n. He'll tell you that he's the only way you can stop Gerard. Do not trust him."

"I don't trust anyone."

"I know. If you did, you might be the Alpha you like to think you are. And unfortunately, the one person you should trust doesn't trust you at all."

"Scott."

"He's with Stilinski right now. You need to find him, you need to find him as fast as you can. I've known Gerard for a long time. He always has a plan. And something tells me... It's going exactly the way he wants it to."

...

Scott and Stiles had went to Noah and told him that Matt is the actual killer. When they convinced him to go to the Sheriff's station and look at the evidence they figured out that Matt can be placed at all four crime scenes. One's an incident, two's a coincidence, three's a pattern, and four is enough for a warrent. Scott called his mom to the station so she could give a statement since she had seen Matt at the hospital where the wife was killed and Stiles had went to let the front know to let her in when she arrived. But the officer at the front is dead and Matt is there with a gun. They go back to the Sheriff's office where Noah tries to talk him down but he's not having it. He makes them leave their phones on the desk and then takes them to the holding cells where he makes Stiles cuff Noah to the wall above the bench. Matt leads the boys back to the office, they pause at the sight of three dead officers in the adjoining hall. When Scott asks if he's going to kill everyone in there, Matt responds that that's what Jackson's for, he thinks about killing them and he does it.

Matt holds them at gun point while Scott shreds the paper evidence and Stiles deletes the files from the computer. "Deleted. And we're done. All right, so, Matt, since all the people you brutally murdered deserved it because they killed you first- whatever that means I think we're good here, right? I'll just get my dad, and we'll go, you know? You continue on the whole vengeance thing. Enjoy the kanima." Stiles tries to get him to let them go when car lights shine in past the window.

"Sounds like your mom's here, McCall." Matt comments.

"Matt, don't do this. When she comes to the door, I'll just tell her to leave. I'll tell her we didn't find anything. Please, Matt." Scott tries to plead but the front door squeaks signaling someone's entry.

"If you don't move... now, I'm gonna kill Stiles first, and then your mom." He makes Scott and Stiles walk to the front. "Open it."

"Please."

"Open the door." He commands more firmly.

Scott reluctantly does so, although instead of Melissa, it's Derek on the other side. "Oh, thank God." That thanks is short lived when Derek falls onto his back in front of them. Jackson half shifted behind him had paralyzed him.

Matt leans over to look at Derek. "This is the one who's controlling him? This kid?" Derek asks unbelieving.

"Well, Derek, not everyone's lucky enough to be a big, bad werewolf. Oh, yeah, that's- that's right." Matt straightens up and looks at the teens with a grin. "I've learned a few things lately. Werewolves, witches, Hunters, kanimas. It's like a fricken' Halloween party every full moon. Except for you, Stiles. What do you turn into?"

"Abominable Snowman. But, uh, it's more of, like, a wintertime thing, you know, seasonal." Matt gestures with his head and Jackson nicks Stiles.

"Hey!" Scott protested. When he went to move Jackson held up a finger, waving it side to side, warning Scott.

"You bitch." Stiles complains as he falls right onto Derek.

"Get him off of me." Derek demands.

"Oh, I don't know, Derek. I think you two make a pretty good pair." Matt crouches down.

"I have a girlfriend, not like you'd know anything about that." Stiles' remark is muffled by Derek's shoulder. Matt ignores it.

"It must kinda suck, though, to have all that power taken away from you with just a little cut to the back of the neck. I bet you're not used to feeling this helpless."

"Still got some teeth. Why don't you get down here a little closer, huh? We'll see how helpless I am."

"Yeah, bitch." Stiles is ignored again.

Another car pulls up drawing Matt's attention. "Is that her?" He stands and faces Scott. "Do what I tell you to and I won't hurt her. I won't even let Jackson near her."

"Scott, don't trust him!" Matt rolls Stiles onto his back and presses his foot into his throat, cutting off his air.

"This work better for ya?"

"Okay, just stop! Stop!" Scott yells, watching Stiles' face turn red.

"Then do what I tell you to."

"Okay. All right. Stop!" Matt finally lets up and Stiles coughs as he's suddenly able to breathe again.

"You, take them in there." He instructs Janima. "You... With me."

…

Y/n sleeps on the couch, seemingly peacfully. Suddenly her brows furrow and she frowns.

Her breath hitches like she's trying to take a breath but can't. She stirs restless, hand coming up to clutch at her throat. Suddenly she sits up, gasping for breath. "Stiles!" Something is terribly wrong. She quickly jumps up from the couch, catching herself on the arm and forcing the dizziness aside. She has to get to Stiles.

…

Melissa has shown up to the station only to find Scott being held at gunpoint by Matt. Matt suddenly shoots Scott in the stomach and Melissa screams. Scott tells his mom he's okay and to just listen to Matt. She's locked in a cell near Noah as Matt and Scott go to the office where Derek and Stiles lay on the ground. "The evidence is gone. Why don't you just go?" Scott asks him.

"You- you think the evidence mattered that much, huh? No, no, l-I want the book."

"What- what book?"

"The bestiary. Not just a few pages, I want the entire thing."

"I don't have it. It's Gerard's. What do you want it for, anyway?"

"I need answers."

"Answers to what?"

"To this." Matt lifted up his shirt to expose his side which now had kanima scales slowly spreading across his skin. Matt texted Allison for the bestiary from Scott's phone and left Jackson to watch over the paralyzed two while they waited for it in another room.

"Hey. You know what's happening to Matt?" Stiles whispered to Derek.

"You know, the book's not gonna help him." Derek whispered back. "You can't just break the rules, not like this."

"What do you mean?"

"Universe balances things out. Always does."

"Is it because he's using Jackson to kill people who don't deserve it?"

"Killing people himself."

"So if Matt breaks the rules of the kanima, he becomes the kanima?"

"Balance."

"Will he believe us if we tell him that?"

"Not likely."

"Okay, he's gonna kill all of us when he gets that book, isn't he?"

"Yep."

Stiles sighs. "All right, so what do we do? Do we just- do we just sit here and wait to die?"

"Unless we can figure out a way to push the toxin out of my body faster. Like triggering the healing process."

"Wha- oh, what are you doing?" Stiles manages to look down and see Derek digging his claws into his own leg. "Aw, gross." Stiles sounds like he'll be sick.

Scott ends up getting Matt to tell him what happened to him, why he was killing. When he was younger he had gone to Isaac's house to make a comic book trade with the youngest Lahey, he didn't know the swim team had just won state and that Mr. Lahey was letting his favorites celebrate with drinks. Some jumped in the pool, and Camden, Isaac's brother, grabbed Matt and tossed him into the pool too, ignoring his yells that he couldn't swim. He was drowning and they were laughing. Then he's suddenly by the pool, Lahey over him.

"-Lahey is right there, right above me, and he says..."

"You tell no one!"

"He says, 'you tell no one'!"

"This, this is your fault!"

"'This, this is your fault'!"

"You don't know how to swim?"

"'What little bastard doesn't know how to swim'?"

"You say nothing! You tell no one! No one!"

And he didn't. Matt kept this horrible secret since then. He'd see them at school and they wouldn't look at him. He'd wake up gasping for breath in the middle of the night. His parents thought he was an asthmatic and gave him an inhaler. They didn't know he was drowning everytime he closed his eyes. Suddenly at the Argent's funeral Lahey accidently got in one of the shots. Matt was filled with rage and he wanted to see Lahey dead. The next day he was. He compares it to Greek mythology, to the furies who would swoop down and exact vengeance. If there was a crime that went unpunished the furies would do the punishing. Matt says Jackson is his fury. The next night a bond had been cemented between the two. Matt knew Jackson killed Lahey for him and he knew he'd do it again. He went to Tucker's garage, paid for an oil change, and took his picture when he wasn't looking. Hours later Tucker is dead. He took more pictures then. The Hunter, the husband and the wife, the promoter for the secret party. All he had to do was take their picture, and Jackson would take their life.

"So is that hypothetical situation we talked about getting any less hypothetical?" Stiles asked Derek.

"I think so. I can move my toes."

Stiles sighs. "Dude, I can move my toes." Suddenly the lights go out, emergency lights turning on a moment later with a siren blaring. Matt panics and asks Scott what's going on but he doesn't know either. Car lights shine in and the windows are blown out with gunfire. They take cover while the several clips are being emptied. The Hunters are there for Matt, the kanima, and Derek. They throw in smoke bombs and Scott uses it to ram Jackson out of the way and get to Stiles and Derek.

"Take him!" Derek orders as he moves more. "Go!" Scott puts Stiles' arm over his shoulder and carries him away. Jackson pursues them. Scott closes doors after him to slow down Janima but he kicks them open just as fast. One, two, three doors kicked down until Scott gets to a fourth that is made of metal with a sliding lock. That seems enough to deter Jackson.

Noah pulls on his restraints, trying to pull the metal from the wall. Derek manages to get to his knees, using a chair to help. He shifts and he growls. Y/n leans against a door and pants. She shouldn't be moving so soon, but she needs to get to him. She pushes herself off of the door and uses the wall to steady herself as she follows her invisible string that would lead her to him. She found Scott just as he set Stiles in a chair in an interrogation room.

"Don't move." Scott says to him. Stiles gives him a look. "You know what I mean." Scott leaves the room and runs into Y/n.

"What's happening here?" She asks.

"A lot. Just stay with Stiles. I'll explain later." He rushes off and she lets him. She goes into the room and closes the door behind her.

"Stiles!" She kneels next to his chair and holds his head up so she can look at him. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry." She didn't really know what she was apologizing for. For bringing back Peter, for not being here when he needed her, possibly all of the above.

"Y/n? What are you doing here?"

"I felt you. You couldn't breathe. I was so worried." She put her hand on the back of his neck. She shouldn't use her magic but she has to help him. Her eyes flash as she pulls some of the toxin from his blood and heal the wound. It was painless, she made sure of it. She would never hurt him. She droops a bit, sweat coating her skin again, but she holds herself up so he won't worry.

"What happened to you earlier? You disappeared, where did you go?"

The memories of what she did flashed through her mind and she squeezed her eyes shut, shaking her head to be rid of them. "I'm sorry. Stiles, I'm so sorry. I did something. But I'll make up for it, I promise."

"What- what are you-" She cuts him off with a kiss, rushed and desperate. She pulled away with a frown.

"I'm sorry." He furrowed his brows in confusion when she presses a kiss to his forehead, gently letting his head back down before she leaves, ignoring his call of her name. Y/n finds Derek and he lets her help him. He understands her motivations of helping Peter, no matter how misguided it seemed to be. She used her magic to push the rest of the toxin from his system. It was painless for Derek too. Seems Peter was right about her having better control of something like this, even with just one spell.

Noah has almost pulled the metal from the wall, Melissa encouraging him. Stiles has made it out of the room and struggled to crawl his way towards the holding cells, barely getting to peek around the corner. Noah has successfully gotten free, but it doesn't last as Matt comes up behind him and pistol whips him, knocking him out. Melissa screams.

"Matt?" Melissa calls. "Matt, please, listen to me. My son has been shot, and I've heard other gunfire, and I don't know what's happening, but can you please just let me see my son?"

"How totally clueless are you people?" He asks when breathing catches their attention. Derek, still shifted, emerges from the hall, eyes glowing angrily. Y/n leans on the wall behind him. Derek growls and snaps at Matt. Hissing from the other hall makes them look to see the fully shifted kanima. The two creatures roar at each other and then attack.

Derek blocks a swing from the kanima and throws it onto a desk. Matt runs while the two fight. Y/n can't do anything to stop him, she can barely stay upright. The kanima hits Derek in the chest and makes him fly back. Derek flips into a crouch. They growl and hiss again. The kanima swipes, but Derek ducks under its arm and grabs the metal chair, using it against the kanima. The kanima also grabs the chair. The two struggle until the kanima pushes back and makes Derek flip and fall over the desk. Derek gets back up and rushes it, but the kanima grips the cell bars and kicks Derek back into the wall, stunning him.

The kanima dangles on the bars and hisses at Melissa who is terrified. Scott runs up, shifted, and impales the kanima in the back with his claws. The kanima screeches in pain. Scott throws it aside and crouches protectively in front of the cell. The kanima skitters away with Derek hopping over the desk to chase it.

"Oh, God, Scott?" Melissa calls. "Scott, are you okay?" She cries. "Scott?" Scott slowly looks back at her and she sees that he's not exactly human anymore. She gasps and slowly starts to move away as he stands to face her. She cups her hands over her mouth. "No!" She starts to cry, freaking out about what she's seeing. Scott looks down before he runs off.

Y/n stumbles to her knees next to Noah, her eyes flashing as she heals him. He'll be fine with some rest. And that's it. That's all her body can handle. She collapses from over exertion.

Scott runs into Gerard in the hall, now back to normal. "What are you doing here? It wasn't supposed to happen like this." Scott says.

"Trust me, I'm aware of that." Gerard responds.

"I've done everything that you've asked of me. I'm part of Derek's pack, I've given you all the information that you wanted, I told you Matt was controlling Jackson-"

"And leave him to us. Help your friends. Leave Matt and Jackson to me. Deal with your mother. Go!" Scott steps around him when something falls. He bends down and picks up Gerard's pill container.

"You dropped this." He offers it to the man.

Gerard takes it. "Go!" Scott runs off and right past Derek who was hidden right around the corner. He heard everything. His head picks up when he hears Melissa calling to Y/n in worry.

"Y/n? Y/n, can you hear me?" Melissa had seen her eyes, had seen the wound on Noah heal before her eyes. She's scared, terrified after everything she's seen tonight, yet her nurse instincts kick in to tell her to check on the very pale girl. Melissa kneels as close to the bars as she can and reaches through to check Y/n's pulse through her wrist. It was there but slow. Worryingly slow. Y/n was coated in sweat and her chest rose and fell with shallow breaths. Melissa skitters back again when she sees Derek approach. His face was back to normal but she could still see his wolf-like features in her mind. Derek crouches down and lifts Y/n into his arms, straightening up and carrying her. "What are you doing?" Melissa blurted despite her fear.

"I'm getting her help." Is all he said before he walked away with the unconscious witch. He took her back to Alan where she can be treated.

Ch.23

[novasillies]

no bcz wtf is wrong w the teen wolf timeline. none of them have actual ages and if they mention their age in the show it either contradicts something that happened before or will be disproven later on and I ????? it is NOT that hard to plan something like this out, jeffrey.

like Derek didn't even have a canon age yet in the pilot, and it was meant to be after winter break, right (even tho they retconned that in s5, which I will IGNORE)??? so scott is sixteen and stiles is fifteen (according to the multiple DIFFERENT birth dates jeff gave him in april and june), then lydia has her birthday in season 2 and they are STILL SOPHOMORES so she is turning SIXTEEN. IN MARCH. RIGHT??? RIGHTT?????

SO HOW. IN SEASON 5. SET IN THEIR SENIOR YEAR. IS SHE EIGHTEEN BEFORE WINTER EVEN STARTS??????? also for some reason the ghost riders come when they're doing yearbook photos but it's like autumn?? and yet it's after the several months that season 5 took????? and they use her being eighteen to excuse her and parrish but she's NOT. shes seventeen. and that man is an army veteran and an established sheriff's deputy, he is OLD. also they had her graduate early to make it even less weird but then she just?? kept going to high school??? through season 6???????

also also i could excuse jeff not knowing the timeline entirely in the first episode but come on. how do you not even know how long ago the main source of conflict for the season (the hale fire) happened??? fym 'like ten years ago' AND 'he's only a few years older than us' and then he was a senior when it happened?? or a junior??? 'ten years ago'????? give me strength

also, jeffrey, where the fuck did eli come from! riddle me that!! you too, tyler & tyler, explain yourselves.

(also also jackson whittemore was fifteen the entire time he was in the show (save for his return for the finale). he was a literal baby. before liam showed up, he was the youngest character in the entire thing. WHY WERE THEY ALL SO SEXUALISED?? AND PLAYED BY PEOPLE IN THEIR MID-TWENTIES (except for stiles ik ik ik))

it was WEIRD to have sixteen-year-old lydia having that much rebound sex pre-s3, it was WEIRD to pair her up with a fully grown man and LIE ABOUT HER BEING AN ADULT, it was WEIRD to have her be naked that much AT FIFTEEN, it was weird to have a joke about stiles getting preyed on by drag queens ALSO at fifteen, and it was stupid to not have a canon timeline even to its barest bones before the show started.

jeff davis is a nonce and he is dumb and I want to hit him

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

hii, can you recommend any chris/peter fics having happy endings, could be of any rating.

Hi anon. @kevaaronday found these for you!

Coming Full Circle by heartsdesire456 (1/1 | 22,215 | Teen | Petopher) Peter never expected life to end up bringing him back to Beacon Hills nearly seventeen years after he left it, but when his estranged son's mother abandoned him without warning, it was up to Peter to go back and step up to be the parent he never really had been. Life trying to be Jackson's father was hard already, but little did he know that only six months into the struggle, his world was going to be shaken once more when the man he both married and divorced before he could legally drink walked right back into his life.

This ain’t a love song by assassi (14/14 | 22,129 | Teen | Petopher) “You see, Christopher”, Peter rumbled, voice so low it was almost a purr. It made goosebumps break on Chris’ skin and his breath hitched. “There are animals”, Peter’s nose rubbed into Chris’, barely; Chris’ eyes slipped close “that like to play with their prey.”

“Like panthers?”, he panted, hating how weak his voice sounded.

“Like blue-eyed wolves.”

It Would Be My Pleasure by WaitASecondWhat (3/3 | 16,348 | Teen | Petopher) Peter has four kids he has to take care of when his wife is killed by an illegal hunting family. When the Sheriff's station finally gets help from the Supernatural Security Agency or the SSA in the form of Special Agent Chris Argent, and they realize that Chris's sister is responsible for the death of Peter's wife, can Chris and Peter get along enough to pursue the mutual attraction they both feel for each other?

Of Wolf And Man by stories_in_howls (3/3 | 13,673 | Teen | Petopher) After being in a coma for a year, Peter wakes up in a broken body and in a world without his family. Permanently scarred and too weak to get up by himself, he starts to slip into a depression. However, when a full moon comes, he feels strong enough to leave the hospital. In the forest, Peter somehow manages to shift into an actual wolf. Since the wolf is strong and has no scars, Peter sees no point in trying to change back.

Why Are You So Nervous? By WaitASecondWhat (1/1 | 12,035 | Teen | Petopher) Chris is an event planner for Talia's company and Peter likes bothering him.

When We were young by MrsRidcully (3/3 | 11,314 | Explicit | Petopher) “Jesus. We were so young and happy. What happened?” Chris sighed softly, taking another small sip before handing the bottle back to Peter. 

Peter let out his own sigh. It sounded so world weary that Chris turned to look at Peter. He saw none of the hardened cynicism that had been Peter’s patented look for so long. Instead, he looked fond—sad, as if, like Chris, he was caught in the memories of the past.

My Forever by WaitASecondWhat (1/1 | 9,345 | Teen | Petopher) Chris owns a car garage and works as a mechanic. One day he hires Derek Hale and suddenly his life changes for the better.

The Hotel Key by rhysiana (1/1 | 3,818 | Mature | Petopher) “They’ve taken Argent,” Stiles said.

Peter didn’t actually remember standing; he was just suddenly at the table with the rest of them. “Who has?” he asked, with exquisitely clear diction.

Stiles jumped. “We don’t know yet.”

“All we found was his wallet and his phone,” Scott said, tossing both onto the table.

Stiles slid the phone across the table to Allison. “Unlock that. I’ll see if he managed to slip anything in here to give us a clue.” He started pulling things out of the wallet and laying them out methodically: all the expected normal life detritus… and then, from the last card slot in the wallet, jammed so far down even Stiles had trouble wriggling it out, a hotel keycard. “Maybe this means something!” He flipped it over a few times, trying to read the name of the hotel where it was nearly worn off. “Maybe it’s where they were meeting, or he tracked them there, or—”

Peter plucked the card from Stiles’ fingers. “It’s not. It has nothing to do with this. The hotel it’s from isn’t even local, and it closed five years ago anyway.” He knew. He’d looked it up.

Path of Love by Diablo_in_a_VNeck_29 (1/1 | 1,831 | Not Rated | Petopher) "You're probably not expecting this from me. Actually, I'm probably the last person you would expect a letter from."

A series of letters between a Hale and an Argent leads to a discovery after the fire.

The Ring Is Not Important by syriala (1/1 | 1,790 | Gen | Petopher) His hand felt light, too light without the familiar weight on it, and Peter promptly panicked.

If the ring was in the woods, he would never find it again. Chris would notice and then he would think Peter didn’t want to be married and he would be sad, but trying to be understanding and never speak of it again, subtly pulling away.

It was the worst-case scenario for Peter and it couldn’t happen.

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I don't know if you've discussed this before, but what are your thoughts on the whole "you can only find the Nemeton if it wants you to find it" thing? Because I have my doubts about that.

Like, if that were true, did it WANT to be cut down and carved into a little box? Did it WANT to be found by Noshiko as a place to house the Nogitsune, then found by the Darach who played the smallest of parts in releasing the Nogitsune, then found again to release the fireflies/oni to defeat the Nogitsune, just to then be found one more time to bring the Nogitsune back to life?

Either the tree is over here playing four dimensional chess with wants that are anybody's guess, or there's another reason why sometimes people can find the Nemeton and sometimes they can't.

(Don't get me started on Peter finding the Nemeton no problem at the end of 3A or we'll be here all day 😒)

the short answer is that yes the nemeton is playing four dimensional chess but it is still a tree. just a somewhat sentient one that has willpower.

however, it's not the only being, creature or person in beacon hills that has influence.

it has to use proxies.

the longer answer gets into a lot of speculative territory which as always with teen wolf brings us to visionary.

chris argent: we're in a nemeton. it's a sacred meeting place. ancient celtic druids would usually choose a large, older tree in a grove. it would represent the center of the world. there was a belief that cutting or harming the tree in any way would cause serious problems for the surrounding villages. gerard argent: what sort of problems? chris argent: fires. plagues. strife. death and destruction of all kinds.

the nemeton is clearly a player in the events that happen around beacon hills. it has influence. i think it is safe to assume that the goal of whomever cut down the nemeton was attempting to remove that influence but only succeeded in weakening it.

the diminished power of the nemeton correlates to the strife the town experiences and it ushers in the era of decline for the hales that ends not just in the tragic fire but in the murder of laura by peter for power.

laura's death at the hands of her own family is the cataclysmic event of teen wolf.

derek: she said that my family didn't just live in beacon hills-- they protected it. 

to me this is why the reemergence of the hales begins in season 3 around the same time the nemeton begins to regain power. cora's return is the herald.

it is also no mistake that derek hale is the one that gives power to the nemeton once more even if it was by accident. it is the place where he experiences transformation not once but twice if we count movie canon.

derek was chosen by the nemeton to be it's champion just as much as scott, stiles and allison eventually were.

on the night scott was bitten by peter it was shortly after the last hale alpha was murdered for the sake of power likely at or very near the nemeton by her own uncle this event causes the nemeton chose scott, stiles and allison to protect it and the town.

this is why it reveals itself to them but in doing so it bound them to it.

this is also why it tried to warn them of the coming danger of the nogitsune, of kate's return and peter regaining power. it even tried to warn allison of her own death.

i think the night laura died she found peter at the nemeton which he was drawn to even in his dissociative and feral state due to the small amount of power given to it by paige's death. laura was an unintentional sacrifice.

peter tells us that talia removed the memory of the location of the nemeton from him and derek but the nemeton is still a tree that has a physical location and he probably followed someone to it. he may have even merely followed an injured jennifer there after derek and scott left her much like he spied on gerard killing matt the pervious season. peter likes to stalk his prey and by killing jennifer he took her power. this is why he's not as weak in s4 and tried to move on scott.

but here's where i get even more speculative with my speculation.

we see in the white room that stiles and the nogitsune are playing go on top of the nemeton.

go is a game played for territory. the nogitsune was playing for not just the territory of stiles's body but also of beacon hills and stiles was bound to the nemeton via the proxy sacrifice.

the nemeton was the nogitsune's prison for many years after it was placed there by noshiko and only was able to escape due to jennifer breaking the cellar of the nemeton in her storm.

the nemeton is also the center of the telluric currents in beacon hills which the nogitsune used. i believe it didn't just want stiles. it wanted to use stiles's connection to the nemeton to co-opt it's power for itself.

paige's death under the nemeton was foreshadowing. there's more than one reason she mirrors stiles in the narrative.

so yeah the nemeton throughout the show is a quiet force that has subtle influence that it uses to try to protect itself and the power it holds from those that would take it but it's still only a tree.

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Meeting The Requirements [Sterek]

Senator Stiles decides to sponsor Gladiator Derek Hale, sponsorships differ depending on the Senator and Stiles has particular tastes that Derek meets.

Pairing: Top Senator Stiles/ Bottom Gladiator Derek, Stiles/Jordan [Side Pairing]

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Derek tried to keep himself calm, the lavish decor of the Senator's chambers making him feel out of place in his worn loincloth. His muscles and scars from the arena were on full display and he felt as if he was leaving a trail of dirt in his wake. Derek had been brought to Senator Stilinski’s home after his latest fight in the Coliseum, winning his 10th fight since he had been taken from the burnt remains of his family’s homestead.

Derek knew of Senator Stilinski, also known as Stiles because his father had held the Senator's seat before his son had taken over. Derek also knew why he had been escorted here, he had been favoured by Senator before and while he had not enjoyed those experiences he appreciated the luxuries that he was allowed during his time being sponsored.

“Gladiator Hale, I’m glad you accepted my invitation.” The Roman Senator gilded into the room. A rich red robe wrapped around his torso to signify his status, he was younger and smaller than Derek was but he was pretty in a way Derek hadn’t expected.

“Senator Stilinski,” Derek bowed in respect, old scars tingling on his back to remind of him his station in life and that he must always bow to his betters.

“Would you like a drink?” Stiles tossed over his shoulder as he stood by a table, jugs of wine scattered over the surface.

“No thank you, Senator,” Derek declined, wanting to keep a clear head for whatever came next. Stiles hummed, pouring wine for himself not seeming to be offended by Derek’s rejection.

“I have to admit, you’ve been on quite the winning streak lately and you’ve caught my eye.” Stiles sipped his wine as he began to walk a slow circle around Derek. Derek clasped his hands behind his back and kept himself from flinching as he felt as if he was the prey instead of the predator.

“I’m considering becoming your sponsor Gladiator Hale, however, I insisted on inspecting you myself.” Stiles came to a stop in front of Derek, he smirked as he reached forward and yanked on the knot keeping Derek’s loincloth in place. Derek swallowed as the fabric fell to the ground, leaving him bare and large, flaccid cock hanging between his muscular thighs.

“So I see the rumours about you weren’t simple rumours,” Stiles smiled as he curled his fingers around Derek’s cock, simply holding the Gladiator’s cock making Derek bite his bottom lip.

“I always listen to rumours, but I like to do research and I am rather pleased with the truth I discovered. All your previous sponsors had seen your size and insisted you use your body to pleasure them, but I know what you like when you’re hidden in anonymity and darkness. I am quite pleased to say that your true pleasure lines up with my mine quite nicely.” Stiles smoothed his hands over Derek’s thighs and then back up to grope Derek’s toned ass, kneading the globes teasingly as Derek’s heart picked up its pace.

Derek jolted with a low, startled groan when Stiles’ suddenly slapped his cock. Derek’s cheeks burned as his cock started to get hard at the slap, making Stiles chuckle.

“While you’re with me, you won’t be using this useless cock at all. Won’t that be nice? You’d love that wouldn’t you?” Stiles crooned as he alternated between gripping Derek’s cock hard and slapping it roughly. Derek was hard and leaking within moments, cheeks bright red and breathing coming in roughly.

“Y-Yes Senator,” Derek managed to answer as he resisted thrusting his hips forward to meet Stiles’ slaps.

“Why don’t you get into a position that you love being in?” Stiles crooned, stepping back content to watch Derek move. Derek looked around before he shuffled over to an empty table and carefully bent himself over the edge. Derek planted his feet wide and arched his hips to prop up his ass.

“Perfect, it’s like you read my mind.” Stiles praised as he stepped up behind Derek’s bent-over position, hands greedily on the Gladiator’s ass and pried the firm cheeks apart to reveal Derek’s tight, pink hole.

“I like hearing my bed partner's pleasure, so be as loud as you’ve always wanted to be when you’ve been in this position.” Stiles ordered as he coated his fingers in oil, cock hard under the layers of his clothes as he rubbed some oil over Derek’s hole.

Derek whined lowly at the touch, startling like he was surprised he made such a sound. Stiles grinned as he gripped Derek’s hip as Stiles pressed his oil-slick finger into the Gladiator. Derek groaned lowly as he relaxed around Stiles’ finger, Stiles hummed and quickly added a second finger.

“You’re so loose, I have no doubts in the dead of night you muffle yourself and play with your hole until it’s puffy, loose and ready to be used,” Stiles commented as he easily thrust his fingers into Derek, savouring the soft moans the buff Gladiator was making.

“Hah, ah,” Derek groaned, gripping the edge of the table tightly as his hips jerked. A weak, but pleasured noise fell from his lips when Stiles curved his fingers to hit against that spot inside all of men that made them weak in the knees at the same time Stiles’s slapped Derek’s low hanging and dripping cock.

“You’re so much happier like this, aren’t you? I’ve been watching you for a long time, I’ve seen that grimace on your face when you’re forced to use that useless cock of yours. You were born to spread your legs and let someone else put you to use,” Stiles commented as he removed his fingers, shifting the folds of his clothing to free his erection so he could coat himself with oil.

“P-Please,” Derek sounded a bit broken already and Stiles hadn’t even got inside of him yet.

“Be my sponsored Gladiator and I promise you will never have to use that useless cock of yours again.” Stiles leaned down to whisper his offer into Derek’s ear as he fit the head of his cock into Derek’s eager hole.’

“Yes, yes, ohhhh!” Derek agreed before he was cut off by a long, pleasured moan as Stiles’ pushed into him, his cock sliding easily into the Gladiator from behind.

“You took my cock easier than a common brothel whore would, maybe that is how I should fuck you. Fuck you like a brothel whore would be fucked, would you like that Gladiator Hale?” Stiles purred, smirking when Derek whimpered and clenched tightly around his cock.

“Y-Yes Senator Stilinski,” The Gladiator pleaded, rocking back on his feet to take more of Stiles’ cock into his ass. Stiles spanked Derek’s ass hard, leaving a pink imprint behind and Derek whined softly at the sudden sting of pain.

“Since you belong to me now, you will address me as Master or Sir,” Stiles stated as he lazily rotated his hips, grinding the head of his cock against that spot inside of Derek that made the Gladiator’s knees go weak.

“Yes, yes, Master,” Derek nodded, slumped over the table completely relying on it to hold him upright.

“Good boy,” Stiles praised as he patted Derek’s leaking cock fondly before he gripped the larger man’s hips as he drew his cock out. At the same time he thrust forward, he yanked Derek back towards him. Derek let out a wounded noise that quickly turned into a loud moan as Stile repeated the action over and over. The sound of their skin slapping filled the lavish Senator's chambers only broken by Derek’s moans of pleasure and Stiles’ low grunts.

Stiles reached around and landed one of the hardest slaps he could manage to Derek’s cock. Stiles laughed as Derek cried out as he came untouched at the mix of pleasure and pain as Stiles kept thrusting into him.

“Fuck, that’s it. Such a slutty thing you are, I love it.” Stiles laughed breathlessly as he thrust into Derek a few more times before he climaxed, filling his new Gladiator with his seed.

Derek was a mess of sweat and cum as he lay completely slack from his bent-over position on the table, seemingly dazed as Stiles pulled out of him, licking his lips at the sight of Derek’s puffy, abused hole leaking his cum slowly.

“As my newest Gladiator I’m holding you to high standards Derek, do your best not to disappoint me.” Stiles patted Derek’s ass before he picked up a small bell and shook it. The sound startled Derek, he felt like he couldn’t move so even if he wanted to, to hide the state the Senator left him in, he was unable to.

All Derek could do was watch as another man of similar build to him enter the room, he looked vaguely familiar but Derek couldn’t place him. He had a loincloth made of expensive rich red fabric that matched the loop of fabric around Stiles’ torso, he was holding a tray with a scroll that no doubt held Derek’s contract.

“Jordan, meet Derek Hale. My newest Gladiator,” Stiles took the offered scroll from Jordan. Jordan inclined his head to Derek before sinking to his knees by Stiles’ feet. Stiles read Derek’s contract and absently stroked Jordan’s brown hair. Derek watched interested and a bit confused.

“Ah, Jordan was my previous sponsored Gladiator. He got injured in his last fight and they wanted to throw him away, I refused to let that happen so I purchased him and now he’s my personal attendant. Jordan, you and Derek here have the same interests. Why don’t you show him, what I can offer him if he does well in the arena?” Stiles nudged Jordan with his foot as he spoke, not giving either Jordan or Derek his attention.

Jordan rose higher on his knees and untied his loincloth without speaking at all. Derek’s breath hitched at the sight of thin gold metal looping around Jordan’s flaccid cock and around his balls. It looked snug and Derek’s exhausted mind connected that the tight bands of metal must prevent him from coming. Derek’s cock twitched lazily, he ached to know how that cage of metal would feel around his cock.

“Do well enough and I shall commission a cage for your useless cock as well. Jordan, be useful and clean me up while I sign Gladiator Hale’s contract.” Stiles ordered as he nicked his thumb to leave his seal at the bottom of the scroll. Derek swallowed hard as he watched Jordan give Stiles’ soft and cum-streaked cock small but eager licks.

Derek’s mouth watered as he watched, his hole clenching and the Senator’s cum still dripping out of him as he watched Jordan use his mouth to clean Stiles’ cock up and then gently tuck the man’s cock back into the folds of his clothing. Jordan stayed quiet the whole time and returned to his kneeling position before raising the tray for Stiles to return the scroll to the surface.

“Thank you Jordan, I’ll see you later tonight.” Stiles patted Jordan’s head like one would a dog, but Derek craved for the absent touch.

“Feel free to use my attached bath to clean yourself up before you are escorted back to the arena. I look forward to your next fight and our following meeting.” Stiles strode over to Derek as Jordan walked out of the room, uncaring that his caged cock was on full display. Stiles took Derek’s chin in his fingers and kissed Derek soundly, possessively.

“I take care of my things Derek and you like Jordan are one of mine,” Stiles promised with a dark smile and yet Derek had never felt so safe and wanted in his life. He would keep fighting and keep winning, for Stiles, for the future he could see in Jordan.